#because they weren’t screaming in my face asking super baited questions

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Scarred - Zuko x Reader

WARNINGS: ARGUING, BURN SCARS, ANGST

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REQUEST: zuko x reader where the reader is the last one to forgive zuko at the western air temple bc he accidentally hurt her in the crystal catacombs and than zuko goes to her tent, begging for forgiveness and she shows him the scar he gave her and it’s super fluffy:33

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"Y/N. . . what do you say?" All eyes landed on you, waiting for your response to Aang's question. However, there was only one pair of eyes in particular you glared back at; and if looks could kill, the recently renounced Fire Nation prince in front of you would've surely met his demise right then. But Zuko knew how to hold himself in front of those who wanted to intimidate him. If there was anything his father taught him, it was that much.

Despite your fiery stare and previous threats from the first time he pleaded for forgiveness that you'd "knock him on his ass" if he ever came near you again, he kept his composure. There was no doubt in his mind you'd stay true to that warning, which is why he made sure to keep enough distance between the two of you.

There was a hopeful gleam in his eyes, so far Aang, Sokka, Katara, and Toph had agreed to let him join the team, albeit some more hesitantly than others. If everyone else found it in their hearts to forgive and forget, surely you could as well. Wrong.

"No."

You saw the last bit of hope fizzle from his eyes as defeat weighed down on him, causing his shoulders to sink and his head to drop. "I know you don't trust me, I don't blame you. I've done horrible things, hurt you and your friends-"

"You can't even begin to imagine the amount of pain you've caused me!" Your words held a venomous sting, yet your tone was strained, calm almost.

"Y/N," Katara stepped up behind you, her voice was soft. You could barely feel the hand she'd placed on your left shoulder, thick and itchy bandages blocking her attempt at comfort. "I don't like it either, but Aang needs to learn fire bending."

"I really believe he's changed, give him a chance to-"

You cut Aang off, finally breaking your gaze from Zuko to face the young monk. "He's already had too many chances!"

No one could admit that you were wrong, not even Zuko. Because every time he'd faught against your little group of rag-tag heroes, you'd given him a chance. Even while the rest of team avatar faught the exiled prince, you never threw a single blow that wasn't defensive or to save your friends. Instead, you'd offer him a chance to join the right side. Of course, he never accepted, but you saw the benefits of your kindness when he'd began to show a sense of mercy against you. There was something in your head telling you he was more than just a villain.

But that mindset changed when you and the gang faught against him and his sister in the crystal catacombs. When Aang almost died. When he chose the Fire Nation's side. When he'd made sure to leave you a permanent reminder of that day.

After a few moments of tense silence, you let out an impatience scoff. "Leave, Zuko. I gave you my answer, the least you can do is respect it."

Reluctantly, he nodded, mumbling out an apology before turning on his heels. He only got in a few steps before Aang interjected.

"Zuko, stop."

He did, glancing over his shoulder, ready to hear what Aang had to say.

"I'm sorry, Y/N, but Zuko is staying. I need need to learn fire bending and he's my only option. I really believe he's changed for the better."

"You don't have to forgive him, but Aang's right, we need him," Sokka added in, to which Toph agreed.

You took in their words, it was obvious they weren't up for debate. You hated that they were right, you all did need Zuko, no matter your current opinion on him.

"Fine," you sighed, looking at Zuko, who was now standing awkwardly with his hands behind his back. "But stay away from me."

Over the next few days, Zuko had somehow managed to gain the complete and utter trust of everyone, even Katara. Everyone except you. Then again, you hadn't had your "life changing field trip with Zuko" that made everyone seemingly forget about everything he'd ever done to them. Field trip or not, earning your trust wasn't going to be that easy. You didn't care how many times he made everybody tea and told cringey jokes.

"Where did you learn to make so many different types of tea?" Aang inquired, causing everyone to look at Zuko, wanting to hear his answer.

Zuko returned to his seat around the fire between Toph and Aang, finally finished handing out small cups of tea. "My uncle, it's his favorite thing to make, he even owned a tea shop at one point."

"You mean the one you betrayed," you deadpanned coldly. You flicked your eyes up from the warm cup of tea in your hands to Zuko, wanting to see his reaction.

His smile faultered, and katara shot a disapproving look at you. For a second you felt guilty, maybe that was too far. He looked genuinely hurt by your comment, but soon another emotion took over his features. You could see it in the way he clenched his jaw and sat up straighter.

"Yeah. That one." His tone was one of poorly restrained bitterness, you'd definitely struck a nerve.

You hummed in response, refusing to break eye contact with him, like you were challenging him to say something equally as cold, but he didn't take the bait. Instead, he took a deep breath, just like his uncle taught him.

"I don't get it," He asked, frustrated and fed up with your snarky comments and side eyes. "Everyone else trusts me, why can't you?"

"You really have to ask?"

Katara could feel the tension and awkwardness of the impending argument hanging over everyone. This wasn't the time nor place to be having this conversation.

"I think now would be a good time for another healing session," she interjected, giving you a look that informed you she wasn't exactly asking. With a frustrated huff, you stood up and made your way to your tent, not even waiting for Katara to follow.

You plopped down onto your sleeping bag, sitting with your left side towards the opening.

Katara was there in a few minutes, holding a medium sized bowl of water in her hands. She gently set it down on the ground, taking a seat on your sleeping bag as well, facing your left side.

You tugged your left sleeve down so you could free it. With your shoulder now exposed, she carefully removed the bandages that covered your shoulder and the side of your neck, revealing the red and scarred skin hidden underneath.

"How does it look?" You asked, attempting to ignore the itchy feeling of the fresh air hitting your wound.

"It's healing, slowly" she answered as she conjured the water from the bowl and molded it with her hands. She purified the liquid, causing it it glow. Slowly, she lowered it until the cool water molded over your injured skin. You clenched your teeth and whimpered at the sudden sting the contact made, but then Katara started making circular motions with her hands, beginning the healing process. The stinging pain soon morphed into a comforting cold and relieving sensation.

Katara had done this for you and Aang multiple times since the gang escaped from that wretched crystal catacomb. As much progress as your skin had made in healing, you couldn't seem to wipe the painful memories of how you'd recieved such a wound from your mind. You could remember the events so vividly it was as if they'd happened yesterday.

You were stalling, Zuko and Azula knew that, yet they didn't seem to mind. If anything, Azula enjoyed watching you struggle to give your friends more time. You needed to stall them long enough for Aang to fully enter the avatar state, that's all.

"Come on, Zuko, you know what needs to be done!" Azula coaxed.

"No! You still have a chance Zuko, you can still make this right!" You could see the conflict rising in him as you and Azula tugged at his morals.

There was a moment, a single second where his emotions betrayed him, where you could see how badly he wanted to go with you and the gang. But it was gone just as fast as it came.

"I will kill the avatar and restore my honor, as well as my rightful place beside my father!" He launched into action, sending overpowering blows your way.

He kept you distracted and unable to help your friends long enough for Azula to strike down Aang. Your head snapped towards Katara's screams and you saw him laying there, completely unconscious.

You were distracted, and Zuko impulsively took advantage, sending a blast of orange and red flames towards you.

In all honesty, he expected you to dodge it, you always did without fail. But this time you were too distracted, too concerned with Aang, and he caught you completely off guard. You didn't even realize you were being attacked until the flames painfully scorched your skin.

You let out a horrifying scream as you crumbled to your knees, your shaky hand hovering over your left shoulder as you tried to control your instinct to grab it, knowing it would only hurt worse. You clenched your teeth together, biting back tears as you whipped your head around go see Zuko.

He looked shocked, remorseful even, but that didn't stop anger from edging its way into your glare.

You shuddered at the memory and tried to shake it from your head completely.

"You're all done," Katara said, maneuvering the water back into the bowl. A dull ache returned to your wound, but it felt significantly better than before.

"Thanks, Katara," you mumbled.

"Do you need help rewrapping the bandages?"

You shook your head, preferring to be alone and do the difficult task by yourself. Katara seemed to understand, because she didn't push the issue like she usually would. Instead, she left you with a few words.

"What you said was too far tonight, you should really apologize to Zuko, he is trying you know?"

She didn't wait for a response, not that you planned on giving much of one anyway, but soon you were alone, relishing in the peaceful silence.

But your silence didn't last long, just a few minutes after Katara left there was a whispering voice just outside your tent. It was unmistakable who'd come to visit you, and with great reluctance did you let him in.

"What do you want?" you asked, annoyance filling your voice. You refused to make eye contact with the boy, opting to stare at the mess of tangled bandages in your hands.

Your question was met with silence, that only seemed to worsen your mood. Really? He invades your tent just to ignore your one question? This guy was just unbelievable!

You could feel yourself loosing your temperature once again. "I said, what do you-" Your head snapped up at Zuko, ready to tell him off. But you froze when you saw his gaze, and how it held your figure. His jaw was slack, and his eyes swam as tears pooled at his lash-line. But his eyes never met yours. No, his focus was completely on the uncovered scar that graced your left side.

Your shoulder had taken most of the impact, just shy of being completely colored with a dull red scar. But the wound didn't stop there, covering a decent portion of your shoulder blade. The red marking also stretched up in a jagged stripe, narrowing to a point on the side of your neck, just barely marking your cheek.

You hated how you shuddered under his gaze, and had to look away. Your fingers moving faster as your tried to unravel the tangled bandage. You wanted to cover the burned area as soon as possible.

"I- I did that." It wasn't a question. He spoke purely in matter-of-fact statements, he knew exactly where you'd received your mark from.

"Yeah." You said sharply, picking up the bandage and moving to re-wrap the large wound.

"I . . . I am so sorry-"

"You've said."

Re-wrapping the affected area was proving to be more difficult than you'd thought, especially in your heightened state or frustration. Usually Katara did this part, and you were starting to regret sending her away.

"Please, let me help you," Zuko pleaded, reaching a shaky hand out to grasp at the bandage in your grip. You immediately flinched away from him, the sudden movement sending a sharp pain through your left side.

"Stay away from me!" You bit at him.

Zuko immediately pulled his hand back from you, as if he'd burned you unintentionally for a second time. "I'm sorry," he impulsively spilled out.

"Would you stop saying that? Stop apologizing, nothing is going to make me- ow!" Your own pain cut your sentence short, the sharp pain returning, sending another shock wave up your side at your frustrated movements.

"I'm so- just, please, let me help you and then I'll leave you alone, I promise."

You took a moment to think about the offer, and as much as you didn't want his help, the promise for him to leave is what enticed you to agree. So reluctantly, you handed him the bandages and positioned yourself closer to him, allowing Zuko to access your wound and wrap it with ease.

With slow movements, Zuko began wrapping the burned area. His touch was suprisingly gentle, even more so than Katara's, something you hadn't thought possible. But even with his feather-like touch, your skin still twitched as his fingers and the bandages made contact with the more sensitive areas. Zuko muttered out small apologies each time you flinched, despite your earlier message to stop that. Though the skin had begun the early stages of scarring, it was still sensitive.

"Uh, d-did I ever tell you how I got my scar?" Zuko asked suddenly, not even bothering to look up from his task. You knew what he was doing, he'd been doing things like that since he got here, trying to make small talk with you to cover up the awkward tension. You usually never entertained it, but for some reason tonight you felt intrigued by his question.

"No." You answered shortly, trying your best not to show your growing interest. You'd always been curious about the scar.

"My father gave it to me," he stated, oddly calmly. It was almost mindless the way he told the story as he continued to carefully wrap up your injury. Like the memory had become second nature to tell.

"Oh," you whispered out softly, your mind buzzing with a million different ways to respond to him, yet none of them felt right.

"I spoke out of turn during a meeting, over a general. They wanted to sacrifice an entire division of fire nation soldiers to gain the advantage. But I-," He swallowed thickly. ". . . I thought that was wrong so I spoke up."

You nodded ever so slightly, letting out a soft hum, showing that you were still listening and waiting for him to continue. At this point Zuko had finished wrapping the bandages around your burn, allowing you to turn your body to face him fully.

"My father was furious with my disrepect towards the general. He said that the dispute would need to be resolved with an agni kai, and I accepted. And when the day came I thought I'd be fighting the general I interrupted, but then my father walked out, my agni kai was to be against him."

With each word you felt your heart grow heavier and ache for the boy you swore you hated. You were beginning to question whether you genuinely hated him or if what you truly felt was left over betrayal and anger.

"How old were you?" You finally asked the question that had been bouncing around your head since he began the story.

"Thirteen, not long before I was banished."

You felt yourself boil with anger, but for once it wasn't directed towards the boy in front of you. No, you were furious with the Fire Lord. Who could do that to someone? To a child. Zuko must not have noticed the way your jaw clenched and your fists tightened into balls, because he continued the story as if he hadn't just made your heart drop into your stomach with his answer.

"I didn't want to fight my father, I couldn't. But he took my refusal as another sign of disrespect. I begged for his forgiveness, but he wouldn't hear it. He claimed that I would learn my lesson through suffering. He raised his hand just in front of my face and then he-"

His voice caught in his throat with a crack as he visibly grimaced from the sheer memory of the event. Instinctively, you reached out for his hand, placing yours over top of his much larger one. Now it was his turn to flinch at the sudden contact.

"Zuko, it's okay, you don't have to tell me this, I understand-"

"No! I do! I need you to understand that I never meant to hurt you! I need you to know that the last thing I wanted was for you to feel the same pain I did. After what my father did, I never wanted to inflict that on anyone. I knew that pain and yet I still hurt you . . . the one person who actually believed I could change!"

His hands flew into the air as his frustrated yells of regret were lost to the silent night. He then exasperatedly brought his arms back down and dropped his head into the palms of his hands. His body shook as he took in deep breaths, trying his best not to shed any tears. He was just so frustrated with himself.

"I thought you would dodge it," His muffled whimpers poured out. "You always dodged it."

It was then that you realized how cold you'd been to the boy. You were so caught up in your own hurt and anger, only concerned with making him feel as horrible as you had with your hurtful words. Not once had you considered that he was already kicking himself ten times harder for the pain he'd caused you. He really hadn't meant to hurt you.

And that's when you did something unexpected. In an impulsive attempt to comfort him, you threw your arms around his neck, pulling him in to a hug. His breath hitched, obviously shocked by the gesture, his body going stiff.

"I understand now, I forgive you, Zuko."

At those seven words he melted into your embrace, returning it as he wrapped his arms around your figure. His chin now rested on top of your good shoulder, as he was being extra cautious as to not press on your burns.

"And I'm sorry, for what I said about you and your uncle. He'd be proud of you."

His grip on you tighten, mumbling out a 'thank you,' in the process, finally feeling as though he could fully begin healing from all the wrong he'd done.

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TAGLIST: @theepartygetsmewetter  

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Who We Were

(also on my AO3 & Wattpad under the name: Grey_Eyed_Athena)

Warnings: Smut, like dirty smut. Don’t read if you’re under 18. Angst, some fluff, enemies to lovers

Bucky x Reader

Word count: 2460

Summary: (one shot) You're an employee at Captain America's family fishing business. When a handsome stranger with a metal arm appears out of the blue, tensions rise.

You were a mutant working for Captain America’s family fishing business. It was a slow day today in the marina store, you hadn’t had a customer in hours. So, you sat with your feet propped up on the counter, reading from an old magazine with crinkled pages.

“Ahem,” a deep voice cleared their throat to get your attention.

You peered over the top of your magazine slightly annoyed.

“I’m looking for Sam Wilson.”

The man was tall, with short dark hair, and tragedy etched into every line of his beautiful face. The type of look people get when they’ve seen horrible things that they’ll never truly be free of.

He looked familiar but you couldn’t quite place him until you noticed his arm. At first, you thought it was a dark compression sleeve, but now you realized that this was the Winter Soldier you were talking to.

You called Sam on the phone, “Hey, Boss, there’s an Avenger here to see you.”

Sam groaned on the other end of the phone, “Which one?”

You didn’t know if it would be rude to call the man in front of you Winter Soldier to his face. That was the name Hydra gave him.

“The quiet one with the metal arm.”

Sam groaned again, “Bring him down.”

You hung up the phone and turned back to the man, “Follow me.”

The two of you walked past the register and into the back hallway. At the end of the hall, you both squeezed into a small service elevator that led to the lower levels. Sam liked to keep his office out of plain sight.

Inside the elevator, the two of you were nearly touching shoulders. It was a little awkward, so you decided to make small talk.

“How did you lose your arm?”

In truth, you didn’t know. You knew exactly who this man was but nothing much about him. You knew he’d renounced Hydra, joined the Avengers and fought Thanos. Everything that could be read in the media.

You, yourself, were one of the lucky?—or unlucky few who were not snapped and left to wander the earth in confusion and fear.

He ignored your question.

The elevator dinged open and the two of you stepped out.

“It’s pretty, your arm. The black and gold.”

He didn’t say anything, just glanced at you.

“What brings you here Mr. Barnes?”

“Bucky,” he corrected you.

“Oh, that’s right. Sorry. That’s what Captain America called you, right? That’s what Steve Rod—”

He slammed you up against the wall, holding you by the neck with his metal arm, “Do not ever mention that name to me.”

At first, you were scared, shocked even, but then you got mad. You slipped your foot behind his heel and knock him off balance. He wasn’t expecting it.

He fell flat on his back and you crouched over him with a fist full of his shirt, and got down in his face, nose to nose, “You ever do that again and we’re gonna have a problem, okay?”

He nodded with resignation.

You patted him roughly on the cheek, “Good, now come on,” You got up off him and began walking away, “The boss’s office is right up here.”

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The woman was strong, he’d give her that. He supposed that he should feel bad that he grabbed her like that, but when she said Steve’s name, he just—he couldn’t think about him right now. Thinking about his old friend made him go to a dark place. He couldn’t blame Steve for what he did, where he went. After an entire lifetime of being the most selfless, self-sacrificing human alive, he deserved to make a selfish decision for himself. It still hurt though. The only person that ever loved him for who he was—was gone. And hearing his best friend’s name come out of the mouth of someone like her? Well, what did she know? She didn’t deserve to speak his name.

She showed him Sam’s office and turned to leave without another word. Bucky watched her walk away as he stood at Sam’s office door. Despite himself, he couldn’t help but admire her (your body type) body as she walked away.

“You’re drooling, Buck.”

Bucky snapped out of his daze to see Sam Wilson smirking at him from inside the office. His red, white, and blue vibranium shield displayed proudly on the wall.

“Good to see you, Cap,” Bucky smiled.

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You sat back in your chair up front. It was a quiet day, the off season. Not many people coming in to buy bait and tackle. As you tried to go back to reading your magazine, your fingers trailed over the place on your neck the Winter Soldier’s fingers had wrapped around.

You say Winter Soldier, because the eyes that were looking back at you as he had you pinned against the wall were not those of Bucky Barnes.

A shiver ran over you and you couldn’t help but press your legs together.

You thought about the cold metal. The whirring noise the plates made as they locked into place. The scent coming off him—he smelled like a cold winter’s night. Like pine and wood smoke.

You shook your head. Get a grip y/n. You still stood by what you told him down there. If he got aggressive with you again, the two of you would have a problem.

Maybe you wanted a problem.

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“So, what brings you here, Buck?” Sam asked the man seated across from him.

“Mutants,” Bucky said gravely, “Hydra sleeper cells that still believe in the cause, lying in wait. I was just in Prague last week and got attacked by two of them. At first, I thought super soldiers, but no, they had abilities.”

Sam sighed, “Well, you’re not gonna like what I’m about to tell you, then.”

Sam launched into the story of how he was in Europe a month ago, helping investigate odd claims. That’s when he learned of the mutants. While there were many that operated as Bucky described, the majority were refugees, seeking asylum from those that would use them for their powers. Not unlike their friend Wanda and what Hydra did to her.

“That’s when I met y/n.” Sam said.

Bucky’s blood ran cold at the thought of the woman upstairs, “How do you know she’s not a sleeper?”

“Because I trust her,” Sam told him, “There’s still good in people in the world, Buck. Even if you don’t see it.”

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You were dreaming tonight. Dreaming of the man with the metal arm. The Winter Soldier. Bucky. Dreaming of the way he smelled. Dreaming of his weight on top of you—wait.

You awoke with a jolt to find Bucky Barnes, the Winter Soldier pinning you down into your mattress with a knife against your throat.

In your panic, you moved with strength not previously explored. Your hand wrapped around his wrist, pulling the knife away from your neck. Your legs wrapped around his waist as you used the leverage to flip him over.

He was a large man. Burly and heavily muscled with broad shoulders, thick arms, and even thicker thighs. But your mutant strength, along with your adrenaline-fueled panic allowed you to flip him with ease.

You now sat atop him, straddling his waist. The knife in your hand, holding it to his throat.

He looked shocked. There was also something else in his eyes you couldn’t quite place. Not the Winter Soldier, but a darkness that didn’t pass unnoticed by you.

He licked his lips, “Well, now that you have me where you want me, what will you do?”

You pressed the knife harder into his throat, “Why are you in my room?”

“Trying to kill you, I thought that was obvious,” He said with a husky deepness in his voice.

You scoffed, “Good job,” and shifted your weight. You couldn’t help but feel the stiffness in his pants pressing through your thin pajamas.

He knew you felt him because he added, “I may not be able to control how my body reacts to you, but that doesn’t change anything.”

Taking advantage of your distraction and with lightning speed, he flipped the two of you back over again.

“I’m still going to kill you,” he whispered in your ear, “I recognized you the moment I saw you today.”

Your body stiffened. No. That was a long time ago. You weren’t that person anymore, and neither was he.

You’d worked with the Winter Soldier years ago, once on a mission when you both worked for Hydra. He was brainwashed into doing what he did and you supposed you were too. Hydra convinced you that you were doing the right thing. And you thought you were, until you weren’t.

Years of trying to escape until you ran into Captain America. Sam Wilson was the only person to help you, to believe you. He’d helped so much. He got you out of there, helped you start a new life.

You may have changed, but you could see that your chemistry with the Soldat hadn’t. On the mission you worked together, all those years ago, you ended up snowed into the safe house until the next morning. The memory of tangled limbs, sweating bodies, nips, kisses, and screams of ecstasy made you shiver.

You were surprised that the man on top of you even remembered you. Hydra wiped his mind so many times.

“So, you do remember me,” You quipped, at the mercy of his knife’s razor edge.

“Doll, I remember everything,” He growled.

You ground your hips against him, “Even this?”

His eyes fluttered shut as he released a shaky breath, “Yes, especially that.”

His body stilled; he was hesitating. He swallowed hard and threw the knife with all his strength. It plunged to the hilt into the opposite wall with a solid thud.

You lunged for each other at the same time. His lips crashed into yours like a starving man and you fed him graciously.

Your fingers tangled in his short hair as he threaded his metal arm under your body to pull you closer.

He ground into you; his erection painfully obvious now. He pulled away from you for just a moment. Just long enough to help you remove your pajamas and allow you to help him remove his clothing.

Bucky trailed a finger over the front of your black lace thong, down the front and to the strip between your legs. You gasped at the feather light sensations.

Bucky bit his lip, “You’re so fucking wet, Doll.”

In one motion, he tore the panties from your body and dove down between your legs.

You gasped at his sudden movement and rested both legs on his shoulders and tangled your hand in his dark hair as you lost yourself in the sensation.

He ate greedily. You could feel every soft lick, suckle, and kiss. Every second brought you closer to the edge. You were about to—

“Bucky!” You screamed, riding out the wave of pleasure washing over you like a warm breeze.

As soon as you came down from your high, you saw him sitting up, licking his lips.

“I missed your sweet taste, Doll.”

Your breath caught under his hungry gaze. Your eyes trailed down until they landed on him. Every inch of him. You reached out and began to pump.

He closed his eyes and his breath shuddered, “Get on your belly for me.”

You obliged his request with enthusiasm. Opening your legs and lifting your butt ever so slightly into the air. You looked over your shoulder at him as you felt him against your soaking wet core. He crawled on top of you and kissed your shoulder.

“Ready?” He asked tentatively.

You grabbed his thigh with the hand you weren’t using to prop yourself up and shoved him inside you.

The two of you gasped.

His pumps went from slow and sensual, to needy and fast. He snapped into you with a desire that made your second orgasm crash over you before you knew it was upon you.

The feel of your orgasm fluttering around him spurred him on harder. He wrapped his metal arm under your chest and rested the hand lightly on your neck and he pulled your body in closer to his, his face buried in the crook of your neck and the flesh arm wrapped tightly around your waist like he was fearful you’d disappear.

He fucked you like his life depended on it. With desperation and need. And you melted into him as if he were the only thing that was real in this world.

You could feel his thrusts getting shorter, he was about to come. And so were you. Your third orgasm is what pushed him over the edge. You both cried out in unison as you felt him empty inside you.

He continued pumping until you rode out your orgasm. He stayed inside you as he trailed kisses over your shoulder and down your back, catching his breath.

You felt him twitch inside you and he began pumping again. You moaned and cried out nonsensical words as he thrust into you again. Lost in the depths of your own pleasure and the way he made you feel, you didn’t even realize he was coming again until his body collapsed onto yours.

You rolled over to face him, and the sight broke your heart. His face looked sad and worn. Tired.

He buried his face in your chest and you held him, stroking your fingers though his soft hair.

The two of you stayed like that for a long time until he leaned up and kissed you.

“I’m sorry,” He said.

“I’m sorry too. I’m not that person anymore,” You said to him.

He pressed his forehead to yours, “I guess neither of us are.”

You let your fingers trail through his soft curls, “What made you drop the knife?”

Bucky sighed, “Like I said, I recognized you immediately. Sam said I could trust you, but I was still skeptical. Then when I came in here, the Soldat recognized you and I couldn’t..”

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion.

“He’s me, and I’m him. I can control him, he doesn’t take control of my body anymore, but I can still feel his influence. He recognized you, and once he did, I couldn’t control my reaction—didn’t want to, because I also remembered.”

He stopped and swallowed hard and you felt him stiffen again against your leg.

“Bucky,” You laughed and kissed him, “You’re gonna be the end of me.”

Super soldiers…

He laughed too as he went in for another kiss, rolling on top of you, “Doll, you have no idea.”

[giogio-gucci-gangstar]

Oranges Have Feelings Too

Thank you @hoetaro-kujo for entering my little writing raffle! Hopefully you like this!!!

Summary: You and Mista enter a prank war against Fugo and Narancia. 

CW: Nicholas Cage 

“Babe?” Mista called from the other room. You shifted in your seat. Your head was still dangling off the edge of the couch as you bookmarked the page of your latest mystery thriller, eventually sitting up.

The world spun a bit as he blood rushed out of your head before you replied. “Yes?” You were a bit hesitant. You weren’t sure if this was going to be one of his sweet and sassy moods, or if he was already scheming for some fun. Either worked for you, even though you were on the shyer side, Mista and the gang made you feel comfortable to be yourself. It also helped that you loved Mista and everything he did. 

As you walked to the kitchen to meet him, you tried to smooth down the wrinkles in your hoodie. 

“So,” Mista threw a nut into his mouth, “remember THE INCIDENT?” By the way he said it, Mista was definitely hinting at something specific. But with him, there were too many incidents to count. 

“When No. 5 got scared and tried to crawl up your-“ Mista cut you off quickly.

“GOD NO!” While that event had been traumatizing, for both of you, it was not the incident he was referring to. Given how he nervously bit his lip, it would seem the incident he was talking about rattled him more emotionally… 

“Ya know…” he managed to spit out. He made a few incomprehensible hand gestures and continued, “the one with Narancia and Fugo?” He raised his eyebrows suggestively, hinting that you should definitely remember what had happened with them… Simultaneously refusing to give you any more details. 

“Oh come on Mista stop being so cheeky and just tell me!” You were getting a little frustrated at this game of his. 

But he just batted his eyes at you from across the kitchen, “I thought you liked my butt cheeks…” 

“Oh shut up!” you were a little flustered so it took a moment to carefully choose your next guess. “Was it when we walked in on Fugo and Narancia kissing?” You offered. 

“Noooo! How many times do I have to tell you, they weren’t kissing! They were just trying to bandage the cuts from where they had stabbed each other! At most it was a brotherly hug.” He was getting frustrated now. Apparently the incident he was talking about was too difficult to physically talk about. 

“Ohhhh was it when they, ya know, wrote,” Mista’s eyes bulged terrified that you would say the cursed word, “a certain scary number, all over your clothes?” Mista was shaking from the memory. 

It had been a terrifying day for him. He nearly pulled his hair out because he couldn’t find a single article of clothing without a number 4 written all over it in black ink. You had never seen him so stressed, clothes were being thrown all over his room, and lights broke, but his high pitched screams pierced all other noises. 

“Yes yes that one!!” Mista was flailing his arms around, so excited that you had guessed correct. 

“So now that I’ve won your little game of charades, will you tell me why we’re playing?” You couldn’t help but tease him back. The boy was so outrageous your sarcasm just dripped when he was around. 

“Well,” ah there was that glint in his eye. He was already incredibly handsome, but when he was feeling mischievous his eyes were almost radiant. He puffed out his chest a bit and he folded his arms with a certain swagger. 

“I have found a way to get revenge.” 

“Oh really?” You leaned over the kitchen island looking at him. “And what might that be?” Sure it was probably a little immature to scheme against your teammates, who hopefully weren't eavesdropping from their rooms down the hall. But a little prank war was necessary for morale, no matter how many times Buccellati and Abbacchio insisted it wasn't. 

Mista’s face lit up in a maniacal grin, “I’m going to convince Narancia that some fake facts are true!” He was so excited he was practically vibrating. 

“Remember how angry Fugo was when Narancia told him the earth was flat? It's like two birds with one stone! Tricking Narancia and pissing off Fugo!” Mista was very proud of his plan. He was practically patting himself on his back. 

“I think the next one will be that vaccines don't work! Or that birds are government surveillance drones!” Mista kept prattling on about nonsense conspiracy theories, that Narancia would be very easily convinced were true. 

Of course you were very proud of him, and obviously that would be hilarious to watch. But you remembered how terrified he was by their last prank… He needed to do something even worse back to them. Funny for you two to watch of course, but also just a little scarring for the boys. 

“That would be hilarious, but maybe you want to do something a little more permanent? Like really screw with their heads and stuff?” Mista scrunched up his eyebrows and looked at you in confusion. 

“Just because their last joke was a little… cruel? I think we should be a little edgier with our retaliation strike.” You were a little worried he would think you were taking it a step too far, but after a few more seconds of pondering, his face lit up again. 

“Lets do it!” You met his grin with a warm smile. This was going to be a very exciting day. 

“So. What do you have in mind?” Mista asked, but the gears were already spinning in your mind. 

“Who does Fugo hate most in the world?” 

“Always himself, sometimes Narancia…” He stopped to think for a little, “Oh and always Nicholas Cage.” 

“Brilliant! Now, what is Narancia’s favorite food?” This was the real clincher. Yes, Narancia was baby, but he was also a baby who carried a switch blade and was super excited to use it. 

“Uhhh maybe strawberry cake? Oranges? Chocolates? Really I don't think he would turn down anything sweet.”

“Perfect.” It was all coming together. 

~~~~~~~

“I don't think i ever need to see Nicholas Cage’s face again.” Mista complained as he slid down the closed door of Fugo’s room.  

“Too bad you’re looking at him right now,” you snickered as you held up a print of him in front of your face. You were pretty proud of your handiwork. There was not an inch of Fugo’s room that was not covered in Nicholas Cage’s face. Mista had even wrapped his pencils and books with the wrapping paper you had custom printed. You were down about 50 Euros, but it was a small price to pay when you saw Fugo’s reaction to this masterpiece.  

The clock struck 12 and you heard the ridge door open in the kitchen. Aaaaand here he was. Right on time. 

“WHAT THE FUCK!” His scream was muffled by the door, but evidently he had seen Nicholas Cage’s face duct taped on his sandwich too. You quickly pulled Mista into Fugo’s closet so you could have prime seats of the impending meltdown. 

Fugo’s footsteps were heavy as he pounded his way down to his room. You had to cover Mista’s mouth to keep him from snickering and giving away your position. Then there it was, the fateful turn of the doorknob. 

You peered through a crack in the door and saw a look of pure terror spread across Fugo’s face as he saw even his bed covered in Nicholas Cage’s face. He took a shaky breath and tore back the comforter to see that Nicholas Cage was IN his bed too. His breath was coming in fast bursts as he spun around the room. He spun again. And then again, before releasing an unearthly howl. 

“MISTAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA” 

Mista couldn't contain his laughter anymore and cackled his ass off as he sprinted out of the closet and down the hall before Fugo could catch him. 

~~~~~~~

“Are you ready for this responsibility Number Five?” Mista held the little Sex Pistol up to his face. The poor little guy was crying tears of joy, he was never chosen for anything and now he was given one of the greatest responsibilities: to help Mista prank Narancia. 

Number Five gave a small mumble of affirmation and an enthusiastic nod of his head. All amidst happy tears. Mista gave him a piece of salami before cutting a little hole in the orange for Number Five to hide in. He carefully stuck the skin back over Number Five’s little hole, and placed the bait on the kitchen counter. 

You sat at the table watching and waiting for everything to go down. Sure, you were the mastermind of this operation but you weren't foolish enough to get caught. You had to preserve your spot as everyone’s friend in the gang. 

“Oi Narancia!” Mista called the boy playing video games in the other room. 

“Yeah?” 

“I just got some oranges, do you want one?” Mista was awful at hiding his plan. He was snickering so badly he had to cover his face with his hand. But those big brown eyes always gave his mischief away. 

Luckily Narancia was too preoccupied with the thought of food to notice. He promptly paused his game, and strolled into the kitchen. You knew he would pull out the biggest and juiciest orange so you just waited. 

He started to peel it, then paused when he heard a small whimper coming from the orange. 

“Ow!” A brief look of confusion passed over Narancia’s face. He must have figured it wasn't real. 

“It hurts!” There it was that little voice again. Narancia’s eyes shot open in confusion. He held the orange farther away from his body as he turned to Mista. 

“Oranges don't have feelings, right?” Narancia was hesitant in asking his question. 

“Well,” Mista paused trying to sell his character, “I did see this documentary that said plants can feel pain. Especially trees when they’re being cut down.” Narancia just stared at the little orange cupped in his hands. 

“Please don't peel my skin! It hurts!!” This time Narancia was sure he heard a voice. While scared that his food was talking, it was pretty damn cool that he had made a scientific discovery. Narancia was so expressive, all of his thoughts played out on his face like a little show. 

He sprinted away, hopefully to find Fugo. 

Once he was gone, Mista keeled over you in a fit of laughter. 

“Ya know babe,” Mista pulled you against him in a tight hug, “that was pretty brilliant.” He placed a gentle kiss on your lips and held you tight. At least until the other boys figured it out. 

[turnaboutstevie]

Exception

Requested by: @kingpattillo Prompt: “I don't like people, but you’re an exception” Pairing: Michael Jones/Gavin Free Word Count: 2180 A/N: I’m sorry this is sorta angsty I apparently don’t know how to write anything without angst shjdg it does end fluffy though, promise!! ********** The day they met, Michael decided he hated Gavin. He was loud, obnoxious and clumsy as all hell. Michael wasn't entirely sure Gavin didn't push his buttons on purpose. He seemed like the kind of asshole to do that. The bird noises, the stupid British slang words that made no sense, the way he screeched constantly and made his voice high pitched. Michael just wanted to stick a thumb through his fucking eye and tell him to shut it. But he was useful to the crew, so he tolerated him. Mostly. He wasn't exactly known for being mild-tempered. The way he saw it, the few black eyes he gave him were a warning, and the Brit would eventually get the message and leave him alone. Except, he never did.

********** "Michael" Oh, for fuck's sake. Why did he have to say Michael's name like that? "What do you want, Gavin." "Will you play a game with me?" "Why would I do that?" "Because I'm bored?" "But I'm not, and I'm already playing a game." He gestured to the switch in his hand, the soft cheerful music of his paused Pokemon game filling the momentary silence. "But you could be playing a game with me instead!" "Again, why would I want to do that?" "Because we're friends." "Where the fuck did you get that idea!" "We're not friends?" Gavin's tone was shocked and sad, the look on his face was like he'd just watched Michael kick a puppy- or like he was the puppy Michael had kicked- and Michael wanted to kick himself for feeling bad. He hated Gavin, why did seeing him sad get to him?? He pushed it aside. "No, Gavin. You never noticed that I hate you? Are you seriously that fucking stupid?!" His voice was raised a little, allowing his anger to squash his other feelings as he so often did. It was better to be angry than to be weak, he told himself. He'd never let himself be weak again. "Why don't you like me?" "I don't like people in general, Gavin. And you're the worst of all of them." "...Michael" Jesus, the one time he said it right and he sounded like he was 3 seconds from crying while doing it. "What, Gavin?" He turned back to look at him, but he was already walking away. Thank God, he thought. At least I don't have to deal with him crying. But he couldn't concentrate anymore, a pang of unfamiliar guilt gnawing at him. Fucking Gavin. ********** The heist going wrong wasn't his fault, not really. Sometimes shit just goes wrong. None of the others had known the motion detector was there either. But Gavin was so used to it being his fault, to being shouted at and blamed (usually by Michael), that when nobody blamed him for things he started to do it himself. They all tried their best to reassure the Brit, all attempts unsuccessful. Michael was the only one who didn't try. He didn't want to be cruel- Gavin had actually been super helpful on the heist-but he still didn't like him, and wasn't thrilled at the idea of comforting him. That is, until he got up at about 3am to get a glass of water, and saw a light on in Gavin's room. He poked his head around the door and saw the man huddled in a corner, a blanket around his shoulders. Michael hadn't really seen Gavin since the heist, which was three days before, but it looked like he hadn't slept at all. Gavin didn't even notice him, too caught up in worrying about what went wrong and self-blame. It wasn't until 5 minutes later when Michael appeared in front of him, a hot cup of tea in his hands, that Gavin broke out of his trance-like state. "Michael?" He knelt in front of him, handing him the tea. "I still don't like you, but you gotta stop blaming yourself. Shit happens. Things go wrong. Snap the fuck out of it. We need you." It wasn't exactly nice, but Gavin understood that he was trying. "...Thanks." "Get some sleep." And he was gone. Gavin didn't know when he'd learned how he liked his tea, but paired with the semi-reassuring words he'd just received, it settled him enough to finally fall asleep. He didn't even get to his bed, and Jack found him the next morning passed out in the corner of his room, an empty mug next to his feet. ********** Geoff had tried so hard to avoid pairing Gavin and Michael up, he knew they'd be a great team if they could work past their issues, but he also knew that Michael was far too stubborn for that. Gavin's personality seemed hand designed to piss Michael off, and nobody would dream of asking him to change. Michael would simply have to adapt, however long it took. But this heist needed them together. Gavin was, essentially, the bait. They knew if he fucked something up, he'd distract anyone on the rest of the Crew's scent. And if that didn't work-or if Gavin miraculously didn't screw up- Michael had a fair amount of explosives in his armoury. Michael made no attempt to mask his irritation at the pairing. Sure, the crew needed Gavin, but Michael didn't want to work with him. Jeremy or Ryan would also be down to fuck shit up, and they could at least tolerate Gavin. Goddamn it. ********** "What if," Oh, this will be good Michael thinks, resisting the urge to roll his eyes. "Your toenails could grow to be as long as your legs?" "Are you fucking kidding me?" "What?" "We're in the middle of a heist! Is that seriously what you're thinking about right now?" "I'm bored! We've been here for like an hour. When will the others be ready?" "When they're ready. The UD isn't a fucking easy target. Now shut up so we ca-" Just then, they both received a text from Geoff. "Alright, it's time. You remember the plan?" "Yeah, I'm tripping the alarms, right?" Michael nods. "I'll be right behind you, promise." Gavin smiled at him- why was that so distracting??- before smashing the glass of the bank doors. Well, that's one way to trip the alarms. They weren't in their normal disguises, so nobody would question why members of the FAHC were being so sloppy, and they needed the cops there as soon as possible. Maybe Gavin thought this through? Not too likely. "How are we gonna get into the vault?" Michael smiled, waving some dynamite he pulled out of his bag. "Won't that damage the money?" "The money isn't the goal, idiot. We just need them to think it is." Sirens had begun to sound in the distance just as the door blew, and they made quick work of grabbing what looked like a reasonable amount of money before making their way back to the foyer. They were well and truly surrounded, but this wasn't even half of the cops in the city. Definitely not enough to keep the others from being caught. "Dude, get back!" Michael shouted as he threw one of his grenades into the foyer. This served the double purpose of keeping the cops outside of the building- they wouldn't enter with the knowledge that they had explosives- and ensuring that plenty of backup would be called. What he hadn't accounted for was Gavin being a little too slow, and it wasn't until he heard the Brits pained scream that he realised he'd been caught in the blast. "GAVIN!" He screamed, code names and hidden identities completely forgotten. He hurried to the younger man's side, way more panicked than someone who hates him should be. "I'm okay Michael. Just... Just caught my arm a little." He was struggling to breathe through the pain, and Michael was at a loss at what to do. Upon further inspection, the injury wasn't as bad as he'd feared. Rather than the explosion catching Gavin directly, it seemed that his arm had been burned. It was still pretty terrible, and the smell of burning flesh was almost overwhelming, but Michael couldn't bring himself to care about anything but getting Gavin to safety. "Just hold on a minute, Gav. I'm gonna call Jack." Their escape plan had hinged on Gavin being able to drive, which obviously wouldn't happen now. After a short conversation, the UD heist was called off, and the Crew on their way. Michael still hadn't stopped apologising when they arrived, even though Gavin had passed out from the pain. None of them had ever seen him like this. ********** Gavin spent the next 3 weeks in bed, much of it against his own will. The young man had always had too much energy, and bed rest ironically left him restless. This was the usual for Gavin when he was injured. The real surprise came from Michael, who spent those weeks at the end of Gavin's bed, even when he slept. He brought him food and helped him eat, he dressed his wounds, he played games with Gavin when he got bored. They all knew that this was guilt, that Michael was letting the feeling that Gavin was hurt because he didn't do good enough eat away at him, and none of them could convince him otherwise. It wasn't until the fourth week, when he sat outside the bathroom while Gavin was showering and got shouted at to "just bugger off, Michael!" that he left his side. After that incident, he was nicer to Gavin. It seemed a mixture of guilt and proximity had led to, at the very least, some form of respect between the two. ********** They grew closer as time passed, though it wasn't particularly obvious. When Michael shouted at Gavin, it wasn't mean or borne from hatred anymore. He was still angry at Gavin, he would probably never stop being irritated by him, but he also saw the hilarity of Gavin's clumsy foolishness, and they would be laughing with each other 5 minutes later. Michael would play games with Gavin if he was asked, and launching himself across the table to wrestle with him became a rarer, much more playful occurrence. They still didn't work together a lot, not many heists called for a pairing quite as dangerously explosive as theirs, and Michael would still fuck Gavin over if doing so wouldn't seriously harm him or the heist. Their dynamic was the same in many ways, but where there was anger and hatred before, a friendship had begun to form. Only Michael and Gavin really knew it was more than that. ********** Was Michael really about to do this? Had their relationship even gotten this far yet? They'd kissed a few times, and Gavin had fallen asleep on his shoulder more than once. This was... Well, it was something a boyfriend would do and they hadn't decided whether that's what they were just yet. But he knew Gavin wouldn't mind. He knocked softly. "Michael? What's wrong?" "Just uh... nothing it's stu-" "Michael..." He sounded concerned as he took Michael's face into his hands. His eyes were a little red, and he looked like he hadn't slept much in a while. "Tell me." "I just had a nightmare... didn't wanna be alone" He mumbled, a little embarrassed. Michael hated showing his softer side, hated being vulnerable. Sometimes it was necessary, he knew that, but that never made it any better. "The Liberty decoy job again?" "Yeah..." Gavin pulled him through the door and onto the bed, kissing him softly. "You don't have to worry about that anymore, okay? I'm here and I'm not hurt. Promise." "Can I stay tonight?" "You can stay every night, I like having you around." Michael smiled, reaching down to take Gavin's hand in his. "Hey, Gav?" "Yeah?" This was definitely too much too soon, but he'd realised months ago and he had to tell him or he didn't think he'd ever work up the courage. No time like the present, right? "I love you." A cheeky grin spread across Gavin's face. "Really? I thought you didn't like people." His tone was mocking, but Michael knew he was just doing his thing, taking every opportunity he had to be a little shit. "I don't like people. But you're an exception." There was a few seconds of silence, and Gavin looked down at their hands, gently rubbing his thumb over Michael's knuckles. "I love you too, Michael." He looked back up, placing a gentle, loving kiss on Michael's lips before pressing their foreheads together. "I'm glad you don't hate me anymore" He whispered, after a few minutes of silence. "Me too." The pair would eventually fall asleep- as close as they could possibly be- but for now they were both content to sit like this, listening to the other breathe softly and hoping that they got to do this for the rest of their lives. For the first time in his life, Michael was glad he'd had a nightmare that night. Being this close to Gavin made it more than worth it.

[ciarawritesmarvel]

Close to Home [2/4] - Detective!AU

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: Again, language, a scene in a hospital, some arguing angst but I’ll tie it all up in a big fluffy bow, I promise :)

A/N: Here we are already, chapter two, half way through! Thank you so much for your kind words, especially after such a break between posts, I was half expecting nobody to even read it! You’re all the bestest and I love you lots and lots. I’m going through some super stressful life decisions at the moment and writing for you guys has been a somewhat salvation! As before, this is for the beautiful Layla’s (@wxntersoldiers) 5k Challenge!

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When you next woke, you were in a hospital bed, in a disgusting hospital gown that instantly gave you a million itches to scratch. You then noticed one hand was warm and clammy and you slowly turned your head towards it, trying to ignore the stiff neck muscles that told you not to.

Steve was in the chair next to your bed, both hands holding one of yours, head resting on the join of your hands. Explains the temperature. His hair was unkempt and body was hunched over and you knew without seeing his face that he’d been crying. He only ran his hands through his hair enough to do that to it when he cried.

You tried to squeeze his hand to let him know you were awake, but he was holding it so tightly that you couldn’t actually feel it properly anymore, so that wasn’t an option. You attempted to lift your other arm instead, intending to run it through his hair gently to rouse him but as soon as you moved your left arm just an inch, you cried out in pain and Steve jolted upwards.

Well that was one way to get his attention.

“You’re awake! Jesus, Y/N, don’t move your arm, you got shot for fuck’s sake.”

You turned your attention to the left arm in question and saw the bandages around your upper arm. You gently rested it back against the bed with a wince and turned back to your husband again with a sigh.

“Yeah, I forgot about that part.”

He scoffed lightly at you, and you took the opportunity to snake your hand out of his vice like grip, flex your fingers a few times to reawaken the muscles and then placed your hand on his cheek. It was only slightly damp, and the tear tracks were still prominent, eyes bloodshot just enough that you would notice but nobody else would. He leaned into your touch and placed his own hand atop yours that was so gentle on his face.

“Are you okay?”

“Don’t do that shit,” he said suddenly, a bite of anger in his tone, “Asking me if I’m alright to deflect from this. You got shot, Y/N.”

You didn’t rise to his bait. You knew how worried Steve was in general, so you couldn’t imagine what the last few hours must’ve been like for him. He deserved leniency.

“Saying I got shot again and again isn’t going to change anything, Steve. What do you want me to say?”

“Oh I don’t know maybe, ‘My gunshot wound really hurts.’ or  ‘This sucks.’ or ‘Man, I wish I hadn’t just been shot in the arm.’ Any of those would be fine.”

His voice cracked on his last impression of you and you smiled at him sadly. You chose your next words carefully, knowing they could either calm your husband down or send him into a meltdown.

“This sucks. Man, I wish I hadn’t just been shot in the arm,” you said sincerely, receiving just an upward curl at the corners of Steve’s lips, “But I’m okay, baby. I’m okay.”

Steve paused. Searched your face. Then he nodded and his lip quivered slightly.

“You’ve never been shot before, I didn’t-” he took a shaky inhale, “I didn’t know what to do.”

“I’m pretty sure I would have been wailing like a newborn baby if you’d been shot, so I’d say you coped well,” you said jokingly, letting your hand slip from his face and back down onto the bed, still tangled up with his.

“Does it hurt?”

“Does what hurt? My gunshot wound? You’re asking if my gunshot wound hurts?”

“Okay, yeah, stupid question,” he muttered lowly, and you chuckled at him before you seemed to suddenly realise something and you whined aloud, “What is it?”

“I’m gonna be on desk duty! Desk duty is shit!”

“Desk duty is also safe, Y/N, so I’m sorry, but I’m glad you’re on desk duty, just this once,” he said, all cocky and suave and you rolled your eyes at him.

“Fine,” you conceded, patting the pillow beside you and smiling as he scooted closer and rested his head on the pillow, forehead pressed to yours, two sets of eyes closing in blissful relief, “But you’re bringing me my coffee.”

A squeeze of a hand. A kiss pressed to the corner of your mouth.

“Wouldn’t have it any other way.”

---

You stormed through the halls of the precinct with a scowl on your face and a fire in the eyes that had the crowds parting to let you through. Your memory of the standoff on the roof had been a little hazy, but now, two days later, you’d remembered something about it that had your pace quick and your face set in stone.

“Lieutenant Rogers.”

At the sound of your voice, Steve’s head snapped upwards from his laptop and he gave you a lazy smile.

“Y/N, we’ve been married-”

Just as he was about to repeat your words back to you from when he had addressed you so formally, you cut him off with an icy tone.

“Cut the bullshit. Can we talk in the break room, please,” at Steve’s bewildered look, you huffed indignantly, “Now!”

A couple of heads turned at your raised voice and you hurried off into the break room, knowing that a certain somebody wouldn’t be far behind.

“So much for being professional…” Steve muttered as he walked into the break room and closed the door softly behind you, but you ignored the snide comment and whirled to face him, finger raised in an accusatory point.

“Why didn’t you listen to me?”

A pause.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart, you’re going to have to be more specific.”

“Don’t ‘sweetheart’ me. This is a work conversation. We will behave like colleagues!” you were saying all this in a manner that certainly wasn’t workplace friendly and Steve raised an eyebrow that told you so. You sighed and took a deep breath. When you spoke again, your voice was level, but still had that cold undertone you couldn’t quite shake, “Lieutenant Rogers, I gave you an order as the lead officer on the case of The Suit and you decided you weren’t going to follow it. I would like an explanation.”

Steve was looking at you like you’d just grown a second head.

“You’d just been shot, Y/N! What, you wanted me to go running down the fire escape and leave you to bleed out on the roof?”

“I was shot in the arm, Steve, not the chest. You could have gone after him, or told officers on the radio to corner him at the bottom of the fire escape at least. But you didn’t, because you let your emotions get the best of you.”

The look in his eyes seemed to change, and all at once, you knew this had become a serious argument for him. You glowered at him. It couldn’t be helped. This was serious.

“You know what? You’re right. I did let my emotions get the best of me, because I just watched a man shoot my fucking wife-” he noticed his voice had become louder again and stopped himself, looking up at the ceiling to collect him self as you crossed your arms over your chest and stared him down, the slightest incling of guilt creeping into the back of your mind, “If I have to watch you get shot again, then I will do the same thing. I would ignore the order of the Commissioner if it was anything other than running over to you. Are we clear?”

“No,” you rebuked harshly, “We’re not. When a lead officer gives you an order, you are to follow it. Otherwise, I’ll write you up.”

Steve laughed at you a little, the sound empty and hollow and nothing like the sound that you loved so much.

“Please, Lieutenant Rogers, be my guest.”

He shook his head as he turned to walk out of the break room and you realised he was slipping away. Panic set in.

‘Steve!”

You practically shouted his name and your voice was crackled and just a little broken, enough to make Steve stop in his tracks and turn to face you. His face softened a little when he saw the tears in your eyes.

“Steve, I-” you took a deep breath in an attempt to speak properly, “It’s my fault. It’s my fault that we let him get away, because I just fucking stood there and let him shoot me and then you came over and I needed you to go and chase him because otherwise it was all- all-”

You couldn’t get the words out as you covered your mouth with your good hand and tried to stifle the sobs. Your eyes were screwed shut and the tears were squeezing their way out and down your cheeks, though you desperately tried to wipe them away as soon as they came.

All of Steve’s previous anger dissipated as he realised the reason for yours. You blamed yourself. He’d seen you like this before, after failed missions, reliving the moment over and over and placing all the blame at your own feet even when it had nothing to do with you. But never like this. He couldn’t imagine how hard it must be to relive the moment you were shot over and over and feel as if somehow, in doing so, you’d let everyone down.

And he knew now, that the reason you didn’t want him to stay with you is because you saw yourself as a burden. That if he didn’t love you, he would’ve gone after him. That you’d held him back, ruined the investigation’s only opportunity. His face fell.

His arms had engulfed you in a few short strides and you welcomed the embrace, sobbing into his chest with gusto. Minutes came and went, with soothing words whispered and gentle patterns traced onto skin and tears soaking into shirts.

“It’s not your fault.”

“But-”

“No,” he affirmed, “It’s not your fault. And you’re not going to believe me now, but in a few weeks when that screaming in your head lowers it’s voice to a whimper, you remember then that it was not your fault.”

You reared back from the warmth and safety of his chest and looked up at his face, the sincerity held in his eyes, the love painted heavily on his features.

“You’re sure?”

“Sweetheart- can I ‘sweetheart’ you now?” he asked cheekily and you hit his chest in retaliation, causing him to laugh, the one that you loved so dearly this time, “Sweetheart, the son of a bitch shot you. How is that your fault?”

“I should’ve done something-”

“Like what? Some Matrix-style dodging?”

You snorted. He had a point.

“Okay,” you finally said softly, allowing yourself to at least believe what he was saying for now. You knew he was right, and that it would take you longer than it would most to realise it hadn’t been your fault, since you had always been too hard on yourself, but you could stop constantly beating yourself up about it now.

“Good.”

“I love you,” you said happily, hands still resting on his chest, and then added, with a teasing grin, “So much. I’m glad he shot me instead of you.”

“I swear to god, Y/N-”

“I’m joking,” you laughed, leaning in and kissing him just quickly, just because you could. He shook his head fondly when you pulled away again and let you go, wiping your face of any remaining tears one last time, “Back to work?”

“Back to work.”

As you both eased out of the breakroom as quietly as you could, you noticed a few glances in your direction and felt a heat at the back of your neck at the thought of everyone hearing your loud argument. Or, worse, your loud sobbing.

Steve returned to his desk near the Captain’s office and you made your way to yours at the other end near the elevator. On your way, however, you had the misfortune of seeing the one person you wanted to talk to least right at that moment.

Carl.

You walked past him as quickly as you could, but heard footsteps rounding the desk to follow you and cast your eyes upwards. Could you catch a break?

“If it’s any consolation, Y/N, I completely agree with you, Steve really should have gone after that stupid Suit guy. Now we still have no idea who he is and what he wants.”

You stopped in your tracks and turned on your heel. He’d walked far closer behind you than he’d realised and you fought back a grin as he stumbled backwards to compensate.

“Detective Peterson. Please refrain from discussing a case that you are not a part of,” you said curtly and then, quieter so that only he could hear, “And please refrain from ever badmouthing my husband again. Got it?”

You didn’t wait for his reply before you turned back around and sat down at your desk, logging into your laptop and refusing to look back up at Carl. He was insufferable. After a few moments, you did risk a look at Steve, however, and found him staring at you, looking somewhat smug and...something else? Was that a spark of lust?

You chuckled lightly at him, sent him a mini wave and got on with your paperwork. Couldn’t let him distract you like you did so many times in the academy.

So. Many. Times.

[endoftheroad1983]

Wish you were Here

Wish you were here

Steve Rogers x Reader

Part two

You woke up to the hot sun in your face. Did you really sleep until the next evening? You open your eyes toward your night stand clock. It was reading that it was a little after four in the afternoon. Yep you did, you moaned as your climbed out of bed.

“Good Afternoon Y/N.” F.R.I.D.A.Y greeted you as you slip over to your vanity table. The night before event was still fresh in your mind.

Peggy Carter was back. Steve was over the moon about this friends being back. So over that he didn't he recognise what he had done. You still could replay the confusion in his eyes as he tried to apologies. Which makes your chest ache even more. And the worst part of it is that you cannot  be mad at her or him.

Steve and Bucky had spoken several times of how Steve and Peggy had unfinished business in the emotion department. But why did it have to happen the night he finally ask you out? What did you do to cause this much heartache for yourself? You huff out a sigh of sadness as you began brushes the nest you called morning hair.

“Ms. Y/L/N? I am to alert you that Captain Rogers is requesting a meeting with you when you are available.” F.R.I.D.A.Y announce a little over fifteen minutes after you got up.

You kept the screaming in your throat. Why now did he want to chat? You gave F.R.I.D.A.Y. A low mutter as you focus yourself into the shower. Your emotions had wipe you of having any energy.

Another half hour and you were dress and ready to pick a meeting please with Steve when knocking erupted on your door. With how the knocking boom into your room you knew it was a certain super soldier.

You open the door only to be greeted with the most beautiful F/C, F/F bouquet in front of you. You gasp at the sight in front of you. You weren't expecting any of this.

“I'm so sorry Doll.” Steve's face finally emerge from behind the flowers, “I didn't mean to stand you up for our dinner date. As you had seen, we had a hiccup that happen last night. Please forgive me. I swear I will make it up to you.”

You heart melted at all the three things in front of you. The flowers, Steve's Apology, and the look on his face. You knew you couldn't stay mad at him for very long with that destroy face. Just the fact that he still called dinner a date was melting the ice that capture your heart.

“Please forgive me?”

His question brought you back to reality as you had never made a sound since opening the door. Hope was dancing in his eyes and it's dance partner was worry.

“I forgive you.” You breathe out with a smile as you took the flowers from him. You step away from the door to let him in. You found yourself on a quest to fine something to put the flowers in. You had never really gotten flowers before. The last was when you were in the hospital for a broken hip. Fun times there.

In the end you cut a soda pop bottle in half, rinse it out and added fresh water to the make shift vase. Steve watch with a loving smile at your actions.

“I'm sorry I don't had anything really to put them in.”

“Well then maybe we can escape for a few hours to go find something that fits you and the flowers.” His words made you blush. His eyes made you forget what was going on around you in the first place.

“Tell me the time and place.” You tease back just like yesterday.

Everything seem to be back to the way it is. Steve worry had fully melted away at your words.

“Maybe this evening? If you don't have any plans that is?” Steve duck his head down and avoided your eyes. He was still a very shy guy. You giggle at his actions.

“I'm never too busy for you.”

Your words made his eyes snap up to you. His smile was even bigger now, if that was possible.  He bid you a quick good-bye with a kiss on the cheek. You thank him for the flowers as he disappear down the hall. The Butterflies in your stomach were dancing around in a wild after party from what just happen. Your heart speed up as your morning attitude had suddenly bloom into this now happy, giddy one.

You were quick out the door to find food and then to train. Since it was too late in the evening to get any real work done you opt to a movie after until Steve beckon you. You pick up your phone and order food to pick up at the base's kitchen. They were more then happy to cook up an order on their off hour for you. You refresh yourself in a better outfit then left to collect your meal.

It was around 7:30 when you got a text from Steve to meet him downstairs in the lobby. You quickly bounce up but made sure to slow down your pace as you made it into the hallway. You greet other co-workers with a polite smile. You kept your beaming sunshine of happiness on the inside. The main lobby was still litter with workers that where either coming in or leaving for the night. Which made the lobby a bit louder then usual.

You turn the corner just in time to hear a piecing female laughter. You didn't have to look to know who it was from. You brace yourself for the sight in front of you. Your heart was already bailing on the trip. And as your eyes took in the scene, there she was back in Steve's arms. You swallow the knot in your throat that had just appeared out of nowhere.

Not again, your brain moaned at the sight but before you were quick to judge you notice that the Howling Commandos were standing around Steve as well. This made your heart leap with a little bit of faith.

“Ah, Y/N! Over here!” Steve had spotted you by now. There was no chance of escape now. You force a smile on your face as you slowly approach them. Steve was quick to drop Peggy from his grasp. He wrapped you into the biggest bear hug you had ever gotten from him.

Steve pulled you closer to him once the hug was down. Heat filled your face as you pray that your face wasn't turning red.

“Y/N, these are my friends.” He was so proud to introduce them. They were all gentleman and greeted you with simple hellos.

“Steve talks about you all the time.”

“All good, I hope.” Gabe Jones said as he rise an eyebrow to Steve. The group of men fell into a laughing fit after the personal joke. Their laughter brought you out of your funk. That was until they bid you farewell.

Where everyone head back to the Personal Lounge except for Peggy. Steve was by the elevators as he walked his friends back. Now your mind was wondering where this was going to go. You could feel Peggy's eyes on you as yours stay train to the floor. Steve jogged back over with a chuckle.

“Alright, Now let's get my girls something to eat!” He clapped his hands before slipping Peggy into one side. You froze when he went to do the same. His girls? The words were invading your mind like an enemy spy. A half a second later your brain caught up with the word eat.

“Eat?” You were now confused he said you were going to look for  a vase.

“Yea, I promise you dinner last night. It will be a great way for us to all catch up.” His eyes never shone that blue to you like they were right now.

So you did what you could only do and call for help.

“Y/N What's wrong?” Steve asked when he notice that your face had fallen just a bit. Was Steve joking? How could he asked that.

“Nothing, I didn't know about food.” The words came out of your mouth but for God sakes you didn't know who spoke those. You wanted to say that something came up and bail out but you knew Steve. He wouldn't let you get off that easy not in front of Peggy at least.

“Oh sorry, Peggy's hungry and thought it would be fun to get out for a bit.” His words were stabbing in your heart. What about the vase? Your brain just had to thrown in there.

That's when you click over to work mode. You morph the confusion off your face with your work smile.

“Sounds great! Then we can look for that vase.” You knew it was wrong to bait him like this. Especially when Peggy was standing right there. But the “His girls.” burn in your mind. You were not the sharing type. It was his turn to have confusion in his eyes. By damn he did it again.

“Yea, sure Doll, whatever you want.” He look back at Peggy. Which was a good thing because your face fell hard. And if he would of saw that it would have lead into a nasty fight that was brewing in you. You quietly follow them to the main doors when someone called to you.

“Please, Wait up! Y/N!” You spun around to be greeted by Pietro. He was sporting a blue T-shirt with loose fitting jeans. You smile at him but was bursting with happiness that Wanda had pulled through.

“Hey Pet, what's up.”

Pietro brush a hand threw his silvery blonde hair while conjuring a very charming smile. How did you miss how handsome Pietro was? Too blinded for Steve maybe? You shake the though out your head.

“I messed up my lap top and I was wondering if you could look at it.” Now you know that this was a set up from Wanda.

“Sorry Maximoff, She leaving for dinner.” To your surprise it was Steve that cut into the conversation. But Pietro was one of rare people that wasn't intimated by Steve authority actions.

“Oh really? I'm sorry but I have some important documents on that computer and I was hoping Y/N could fix it so it doesn't leak into the internet.” You were impress by the cool and pressing demander he was putting up.

“Is it that bad? I told you to have a better fire wall before playing those online games.” You play scolded him.

“I'm sorry but I've been trying to bet your score.” He let his face dropped to the ground. You bark out a laugh.

“Well now I'm not going to fix it...”

“Y/N?” It was Steve's voice that brought you back to why you needed the distraction. You look over to him. His face had a dark emotion on them. It was one that you couldn’t read. But with his lips press tightly together, you knew that he was upset. But that didn't stop you.

“Sorry Steve, can I get a rain check? Fury won't be happy if anything gets leaked.” You patted his on the shoulder before joining Pietro side, “I guess this gives you two more time together. Isn't that important here?” And with that you disappear into the elevator with Pietro trailing behind.

“His girls! GIRLS!” you screamed into one of Wanda's pillow. Pietro was giving instructions to bring you straight to her room after retrieving you.

“I don't know what to say. It's been a long time since they have seen each other...” Wanda began. You could tell that she was trying to defend Steve. But that wasn't the case here.

“I understand that. And I get that it wasn't fair that Steve asked me out on the night she came back But could he do me a favor? Could he just leave me out of it? No! He didn't. He had the audacity to ask me out again! Only this time instead of just forgetting, he just wants to cater to her.”

Wanda rubbed your back as you let out a lot of your frustration. She let you get out all of you before getting up for a glass of water for you. She brushes your hair out of your face. Wanda was the best little sister that you never had until now.

“Thanks. It's just to much emotion to deal with. Maybe I should visit the Professor for a week or something.”

“Yea, that might help but if I can be honest with you?” You look up to her round orbs and nodded. “I don't know Steve's true feelings but I know that my brother has been fawning over you for the last months.” “He has?” You thought back on it. You had been spending more time with him. He just happen to be where you were at the time. And now he was spending more time on a computer game you introduce to him.

Was it ever Steve that you were pinning for?

[btsiguess]

Womyn with a ‘Y’ (m) - 2

Summary: You weren’t quite sure how you ended up working with the aloof Yoonji on your student council campaign, but you did know that that girl was starting to make you question yourself. I mean, if she’s even a girl at all… 

Pairing: Yoonji/Reader Yoongi/Reader

Genre: Smut, Fluff

Word Count: 3010

Warnings (if applicable): None yet

A/N: I’m finally back with some more Yoonji GARBAGE. Thanks for reading ;)

Chapters: 1 2 3

“You’re a fucking liar! She did not!” You were back on the phone with Soonmi. This time you were glad though, relaying the details of this conversation would have been so much more embarrassing if you didn’t have a phone to hide behind.

Soonmi couldn’t tell how red you were, and you felt honestly blessed because of it.

“I’m not lying, that’s really what happened!”

“Do you think she’s gay?” Soonmi asks, and you’re caught off guard.

“Oh… I never thought about it, I guess? I’m not sure if she’s gay.” You puzzle.

“I mean, that would make a lot of things make sense…” Soonmi continues, “she basically hates Jimin, she’s super antisocial, she doesn’t wear makeup, her fingernails are super short! Plus, she calls you cute and also sometimes I guess she pins you to your fucking bed.”

You giggle quietly into your palm, embarrassed.

“Soonmi, just about all of those things are really stereotypical representations of being gay! Actually, most of them don’t even make sense. So stop! Even if she is gay it doesn’t matter.”

“I know, I know… but I don’t know, maybe she likes you! I understand that if she was gay it wouldn’t necessarily mean she liked you, but! I mean look at you! The only person I know who wouldn’t eat you out is Jimin, and that’s because he has some weird loyalty boner for Yoonji. Oh my god imagine him finding out she likes you!” Soonmi rambled.

“She doesn’t! Besides, I don’t even like girls that way.” You shrug.

“Don’t knock it till you’ve at least tried it.” Soonmi pouts. “One time a girl fingered me at summer camp - completely consensual, of course - and I came so hard I passed out!”

You’re sure your cheeks have gone an even darker shade of red than before.

“Plus like, it’s not like you have to only choose one. Sexuality is fluid or something. I don’t really care that much. All I’m saying is don’t block off the idea completely. I mean, oh my god? Don’t do anything you’re not comfortable with! But I’m just saying that you two would be the ultimate power couple, and I’d definitely masturbate to the thought of you fucking.”

Soonmi’s explicit description has you guffawing in an uncharacteristic way.

“Okay, okay.” You relent. “I won’t close myself off to the idea. Thank you for the advice. She says she’s coming over again tomorrow, so I’ll obviously tell you how that goes. Oh! Before I forget, tomorrow, during the morning announcements--”

***

The entire school had screamed when you and Yoonji announced you were running together. You have to admit, it was a little bit glorious to have this much attention directed your way.

At lunch, Yoonji had made an effort to wave to you before shuffling back to wherever it was she was going, and the people around looked as if they’d seen some sort of miracle. Yoonji texted you just before the bell rang, instructing you to wait by the school’s gate so the two of you could head to your house together; and it’s there, waiting with baited breath, that Jimin found you.

“Hey!” He says cheerfully, “I heard about you running with Yoonji! That’s super cool!”

You smile politely at him.

“May the best duo win!” He quips, but the look on his face is one of genuine happiness and excitement.

He is a nice boy, Jimin. You sort of wonder why Yoonji doesn’t like him.

Speak of the devil, Yoonji appears before you as you’re looking up at Jimin. She blocks your view of the slightly shorter boy behind her.

“Come on, let’s go.” Yoonji says, grasping you by the hand and pulling you along behind her without a word to Jimin.

You stumble along quickly, but you do turn to wave at the boy you’d been forced to leave behind.

His eyes, which had looked crestfallen at Yoonji’s blatant disregard, seem to lighten up a bit at your enthusiastic wave. He puts his hand up too, and waves slowly back, a smile starting to stretch along his face.

Yoonji tugs you a bit faster.

“Come on, don’t waste time on that moron.”

You cast one last look at the boy, but ultimately, follow Yoonji’s command. You don’t want to make her upset. Nothing that would risk your election. Still though, you wonder why she hates Jimin, or seems to hate Jimin, as much as she does. He really isn’t so bad. A little forward, perhaps, but he was never inappropriate like some of the other boys were. You figure Yoonji has her reasons, and you aren’t about to go judging her when you don’t have all the facts.

You quietly contemplate this until Yoonji is dragging you through your front door. You are momentarily surprised that she remembered the way, but it doesn’t last very long. Your parents aren’t home yet, and so Yoonji doesn’t bother to act more proper in the house (although, in all honesty, you aren’t sure if your parents being home really made a difference on that either way.) She tugs you all the way into your room, and then lets you go, motioning to the bed in an instruction to sit.

Again, you do as you’re told, and when you face her again, she’s gazing at you with her hands on her thin hips.

“I can literally hear the gears turning in your head. What is it?” She asks.

“N-Nothing.” You say, and Yoonji just stares.

“I guess,” you force out, “I was wondering why you are so mean to Jimin… I mean! Not that it’s any of my business. I was just curious.”

“You’re right. It’s none of your business.” She says curtly, and you think you feel your heart drop down into your toes.

Your expression must have shown how disheartened you were because Yoonji sighs heavily.

“Hey. Don’t be like that, brat. I just… Jimin. He won’t take no for an answer. I want him to leave me alone, but he thinks I’m playing coy or something. Do I look like that’s something I would do? No.” She huffs and flops on your bed. You’d consider it unladylike if it weren’t for the great amount of care she took making sure her skirt and blouse stayed in their rightful places.

“I never really thought of it that way.” You mumble.

“No one ever does.” She turns on her side so she’s facing you. Your positions force her to look up at you, and while you’re momentarily caught off guard by the shift in metaphoric power, you’re also helpless to notice her beauty. Your heart skips a beat as you look down at her, and you can’t help but think of what Soonmi had told you last night over the phone.

“I-Is he just not your type?” You ask, in an attempt to break the moment.

Yoonji chuckles lowly in response. “No, he’s definitely not my type.”

“O-Oh. What is your type then?” You ask. You hope it comes off as nonchalant. Why were you even getting confused anyway? This was all Soonmi’s fault. She was definitely going to get a bitching out from you later.

Yoonji eyes you carefully, her gaze flitting  over each part of your face as if to search for something within it.

“I like… people who are more feminine, usually.” She says, finally.

“More feminine than Jimin?!” You blurt out. “Is that even possible?”

Yoonji chuckles at your outburst before fixing you with a stare.

“It is… I mean, women are much more feminine than Jimin, don’t you think?”

Your mouth goes a bit dry.

“Oh.” You say quietly.

Yoonji sits up now, facing you.

“Is that okay? That I like women?” She asks. “Does it make you uncomfortable?”

You shake your head, your eyes falling down to the pattern in your soft blanket. You bite down on your lower lip, trying to figure out what to say. Of course you don’t care that Yoonji is gay. Or… maybe you did care? Not that it was a bad thing though, regardless.

Her finger catches your chin, and you’re forced to look at her.

“You know I would never do anything to you right? Just because I like girls it doesn’t mean I’d do anything to you.” She says it softly and your heart falls again. You’re not quite sure why, though. Yoonji was being uncharacteristically sweet, and even with your chest heavy, you can’t help but focus on the fingertip tilting your chin up.

“Are you going to say something?” She asks.

“There’s nothing wrong with being gay.” You say finally.

“I’m bisexual, actually.” She responds, letting your chin drop and shifting to lean back on her arms.

“There’s nothing wrong with that either.”

“Well I’m glad you know that. I don’t think many kids at school would be happy if they knew.” She sighs. “Anyway, though. I told you about me. What about you?”

“What about me?” You shoot back. “Are you asking if I’m gay?”

“Sure.” Yoonji really had a way with words.

“I’m…” You consider yourself for a moment. “I don’t know. I’ve only ever slept with one person, and it was a boy. But I know that doesn’t mean anything.”

“Was he good?” Yoonji probes.

“Oh my god! Yoonji!” You blush, and turn to bury your face in your pillows.

“Come on, aren’t we friends?” She teases, and your heartbeat speeds up at the word. “I just want to know if that boy was treating you right!”

She attempts to tug your red face out of your pillows, but the plan backfires. You’ll be darned if you have to answer this question while looking at her. You use her own strength against her, clinging to her wrist for a moment longer than she expected. The outcome is your face suddenly being buried in her shoulder. Still hidden from her curious gaze.

It’s the closest you’ve ever been, sitting side by side, your head pressed against her neck, and while Yoonji is surprised, she doesn’t push you away. You figure she’s just grateful you didn’t ditch her as soon as you found out she was bi.

“He was terrible.” You whisper, “in bed I mean. So bad.”

“Really? How come?” You feel her chuckle slightly.

“Oh my god. I’ll tell you but you can’t tell anyone. Even Soonmi doesn’t know.”

“Who would I tell?” She reassures you.

“Okay… Jihoon… He never made me, you know… finish…”

“What?!” She cries, pulling your face from her shoulder. “He never made you cum?!”

You shush her, hoping to quell your own embarrassment in the process.

“How is that even possible?” Yoonji virtually cries. “It’s so easy to get a girl to cum? You just stop being selfish for two seconds? Was he just really bad at eating you out or something?”

Your mouth opens and closes like a fish a few times, until realization dawns on Yoonji’s face.

“Holy fuck, he never ate you out?!” She seems scandalized by the entire premise. “He had you and he never ate you out?! Who does he think he is? DJ Khaled?!”

You shook your head, bringing your hands up to your cheeks to try and cool them down.

“So… you’ve never been eaten out then?” She asks. So much for trying to get rid of your blush.

“Yoonji!” You whine. “Stop, it’s embarrassing.”

“Fine, fine.” She relents. “Well… If you’re ever desperate for it, just ask me. I’ll make sure to do it right.” She flops down on her back and smiles cheekily at you to let you know that she was joking. She sticks out her tongue and wiggles it playfully at you.

And it’s like the floodgates open.

It’s not like you hadn’t thought about women sexually before. I mean, everyone does a little bit, right? But suddenly, it wasn’t nameless women in porn videos or dirty magazines. It was Yoonji. Living, breathing, right-there-in-front-of-you Yoonji. You imagined what it would be like to kiss her, to touch her. To be touched by her. And you were suddenly stuck in the deep end, unsure how you got here in the first place.

“Hey.” Yoonji interrupts your fantasy. “You all good?”

“Y-Yeah. S-Sorry. Let’s, uh, work on this student council stuff.”

***

This girl is going to be the death of him, he’s sure. She’s so easy to read, it’s fucking maddening. He can tell as soon as he says it that she’s thinking about it. Thinking about him between her thighs and pleasuring her the way literally no one has before.

Yoongi is trying to keep his cool, but it’s hard. He’s hard.

It can’t be healthy to get hard this often over one girl. But here he is, dressed in a fucking skirt, sitting on the girls fucking bed, at half mast. He’s lucky she’s one of those girls who keeps way too many pillows around. And he’s lucky that it’s inconspicuous for him to hold one in his lap. Everyone thinking he’s a girl had to have some perks, right?

Yoongi can’t fucking believe that no one’s been between your legs before. He knows he’s pretty new to the whole knowing you thing, but even with that in mind he’s sure he wouldn’t mind living and dying with his face shoved in your pussy. If you took him up on his offer right now, he would absolutely die a happy man.

It’s difficult to focus on this campaign when he’s too busy wishing he was fucking you. He does want to win though. That hasn’t changed. He wants to see Jimin go down. Especially after he caught him talking to you this afternoon. Jimin’s eyes were a little too bright when he looked at you, and Yoongi can’t say he’s a fan of the idea. Jimin is handsome, Yoongi can admit it, and the thought of that brat trying to get into your pants made his fuckin’ blood boil.

“Y-Yoonji?” You stutter, pulling the boy away from his internal fuming.

“What.” He snaps a little too crossly, and you flinch.

Oh shit.

“Just, you weren’t really listening.”

“Sorry princess.” The pet name rolls off his tongue, and he internally delights in the way your cheeks visibly redden at his words. “Something is just on my mind.”

“Oh! What is it?” You say, all too innocently. Of course Yoongi knows that you have no way of knowing what’s going on inside his filthy brain, but the way your eyes widen in interest makes his mind run rampant with even more lewd suggestions.

“Curiosity killed the cat.” He settles on telling you.

“Yoonji—” You pout, clinging to his arm, “you said we were friends! Tell me, woman to woman, I’ll keep your secret safe.”

You hold out your pinky to him, a sign of your promise, and he begrudgingly wraps his own around yours. You’re far too cute for your own good.

“I was just thinking that Jimin was getting a little too close to you today.” He admits, and you cock your head to the side.

“What do you mean?” You question.

“I mean, I think he’s going to start flirting with you soon. The way he was talking to you reminded me of how he acted with me when I first moved here.” It’s almost surprising to Yoongi, how easy it is to let his actual thoughts roll off his tongue. He’s always been a bit of a solitary boy, even more so when playing a girl. Of course he’d had acquaintances before, but none that he actually cared about talking to like he did you. He blames his hormones.

“Oh, no, I don’t think so.” You dismiss easily, and Yoongi is tempted to roll his eyes. “Everyone at school knows that Jimin only has the hots for you, Yoonji! He couldn’t like me.”

There’s no room for argument in your tone. But that’s never stopped Yoongi before, and it won’t stop him now.

“I just think that maybe he’ll finally come around and like someone else.” He says, a bit harshly. “You didn’t see the way he was looking at you.”

“Yoonji, he seriously wasn’t! He’s so into you!”

You’re too blind for your own goddamn good.

“Anyway,” you continue, “What does it even matter if Jimin starts to like me? He doesn’t! I’m just saying, for arguments sake, what would it matter if he did? Would you be jealous that I’m taking your man away?”

The way you ask it is so innocent, that Yoongi can’t be mad. Your stupid doe eyes bore into his own in wait of a response and he’s momentarily paralyzed with something he can’t define. If you were literally anyone else he’d be tearing into you for even suggesting that he might be into Jimin. But with you it’s just… so fucking cute. You’re too oblivious. Yoongi isn’t sure how you’ve managed to survive this long.

“I’m jealous, but not of you taking my man.” Yoongi admits.

“What do you mean?” You’re just full of questions. Yoongi says nothing, simply glancing down at the list of tasks you’d been working on before this conversation even happened. This ridiculous conversation.

If you’re annoyed by his sudden disregard of your question, you don’t show it. Instead, you simply scooch over and begin to explain in detail the bullets on your list. Yoongi is listening properly this time, as you rant about school policies that you want to change and budget shifts you want to propose, but even as you speak, his eyes are drawn to the animated way in which you talk with your hands. Your dainty fingers flailing wildly as you get particularly excited about the idea you’ve come up with for the music department’s budget. His eyes also trail down to your lips, watching the way they curve over each word you speak so gently, as if you thought you’d break the air if you spoke with any more force. It’s ridiculous. You were ridiculous. 

And Yoongi is ridiculous for wanting you.

A/N: Ha, I finally got it out! I hope you like it?

[onehellofababysitter]

Hearts of the Divine~Ghoulie OC

((A/N: Chapter 2 everyone!! Hopefully you’re still sticking with me. Apologies for taking so long between updates, but I got super swamped with IRL stuff :) As usual, please don’t hesitate to leave a comment <3 ))

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Chapter 1 here

Carrie pulled her helmet off, running her fingers through her hair to work out the snarls that had worked their way in during the ride here. She’d almost put her hair up in a ponytail before she left, but she’d wanted to curl it and leave it down. She sighed heavily, pulling one earbud out and shifting her backpack to one shoulder before pulling her phone out and typing a quick text to Mal, who had insisted that she tell him when she got there.

Carrie: Since you insisted I tell you, I made it to school. And for the record, I feel like a little kid texting their parent to say they made it safe and I hate you for that.

Malachi: Smartass. Keep your chin up and show those Northsiders who you are. And for the love of god please don’t pick a fight. I don’t want to have to deal with Northsiders today.

Carrie: And you think I do? I won’t pick a fight, I’m not that stupid.

Malachi: Says the one who almost ate cereal with a fork this morning because she was half asleep.

Carrie: Shut the fuck up, it’s not my fault I was up until 2 in the morning because someone decided to go get in a fight with Serpents and I had to take care of his ass.

Malachi: Get to class.

Carrie: See, you know I’m right.

Malachi: Sure, sure, whatever helps you sleep at night.

She slipped her phone back in her pocket, tugging her jacket tighter around her shoulders. She’d gone with the slightly less studded leather jacket this morning, and had stolen Mal’s wrist guards to make up for it. She slid off her bike and headed towards the front doors of Riverdale High, taking note of the eyes that were drawn to her and flitted away just as quickly. She couldn’t help the slight smirk that she could feel on her face, and she wore it like armor as she pulled the door open, officially sealing her fate. The first thing that struck her was the fact that there weren’t any metal detectors. She was so used to the sight of them at Southside that it threw her off for a moment.

There was sunlight streaming through the intact windows, shining warm and soft  over the walls and floors. The lockers was actually securely bolted to the walls, and everything was oddly clean. Carrie walked straight past the crowd of Northsiders who had gathered in the foyer to watch her come in, making a beeline for the front office, which she found due to the numerous signs pointing her that way. Her eyes took in her surroundings, from the door to the bathrooms to the cheerful billboards covered in bright flyers.

A pit of resentment settled in her chest at the thought of the difference between Riverdale High, with its shining, clean halls and Southside High, with its boarded over windows and lockers that looked like they were about to falls off the walls at any moment. The privilege of the Northsiders hadn’t officially sunk in until she was standing here, staring in disgust and awe at the trophy case right outside the office. With a sigh, she yanked open the office door and slipped inside, catching the eye of the kid standing in front of the desk. She was waiting for his eyes to flicker down to her jacket, and sure enough, they did. He still walked up to her, holding out his hand for her to shake.

“You must be Carrie Weylyn. I’m Kevin Keller, your peer escort.” She shook his hand, releasing him quickly due to the bandage still wrapped around her knuckles, which had split open again while she slept, but he barely seemed to react.

“Keller?” Immediately, she could see the flash of irritation in his eyes, so she didn’t finish her question. “Right. So you’re supposed to show me around this glorious building that screams privilege from every corner?” She was surprised when he laughed at her comment.

“Yep. Normally Betty Cooper does it, but she’s busy with the newspaper today, so I volunteered to escort the big bad Southsider around.” He was surprisingly blunt, something she couldn’t help but appreciate. She almost laughed, shaking her head.

“Ms. Weylyn. If I could speak with you for just a moment before Mr. Keller escorts you around.” Carrie turned to face the man who’d spoken. Everything from his clothes to his posture screamed ‘preppy high school principal’ so she nodded and stepped into his office at his bidding.

“You must be the principal, Mr. Weatherbee.” She observed him closely, watching his eyes, but he surprised her and held her gaze, his eyes not dropping to her jacket as she’d expected.

“I am. The administration down at Southside High spoke very highly of you, Ms. Weylyn. It’s my pleasure to welcome you to Riverdale High.” His mouth pursed for a moment, and he finally delivered what she’d been waiting for, his eyes lowering to her jacket. “They did tell me about the… unsavory influences down at Southside, however. One of which you associate with. They assured me you were nothing but a model student, but I am required to inform you that we will not stand for any sort of gang violence in these halls. As of now, I see no reason not to allow you to continue wearing your jacket, but if I hear of any issues, I will be forced to make you remove it. Understood?”

“Of course, sir. I have no reason to cause problems with the North- I mean, the students here at Riverdale.” He smiled warmly at her for the first time, reaching a hand forward for her to shake. She gripped his hand and shook it, giving him a polite smile back.

“Welcome to Riverdale High, Ms. Weylyn. Congratulations.” He motioned with a hand towards the door and she took her cue, slipping back out into the main office, where Kevin was still waiting.

“So, he’s still letting you wear the intimidating jacket? That’ll definitely keep people off your back.”

“That was the plan when I wore it. And this is actually tamer than the one I wore down at Southside, I figured I should tone it down. Don’t want to give you sensitive Northsiders a heart attack.” Kevin opened the door to the hallway, waving her forward. She followed behind him, moving next to him as soon as she was out the door.

“You could give some of the people here heart attacks just by looking at them. You look like you can murder someone 500 different ways with your bare hands alone, and the jacket just adds to it.” She surprised herself by laughing out loud, quickly closing her mouth so it died in her throat.

“You’re blunt, aren’t you Keller?”

“Call me Kevin. And yes, I’ve been told. I am both the token gay best friend and the token blunt best friend. Double sided coin.” She nodded, laughing quietly to herself again.

“I think I like you, Kevin.”

“My one great goal in life has been achieved, I can die happy now.” His voice rang with sarcasm, but he smiled, looking pleased. He took her around the school, showing her everything that Riverdale High had that Southside lacked. Working toilets, computer lab, a library (which she was excited about), lockers that actually worked, and walls clean of the spray paint that was all over Southside. Suspicious eyes were drawn to her left and right as they walked through the halls, and at one point, she caught sight of someone backing away from her like she’d threatened them.

“So. Who around here isn’t going to hate me just on principal?”

“Well… Betty for sure, and since her and Jughead Jones are dating, probably him too. Archie Andrews will because he’s a simple soul and if Betty tells him someone is ok, he listens. And that’s about it. Well… Me too.”

“Jones?” She recognized that last name from her work with the Ghoulies. Being as high up as she was, Mal let her in on a lot of the important meetings, and she’d heard the last name of the Serpent King multiple times. Granted, it was a common last name, but it seemed like too big of a coincidence.

“Yeah. He works with Betty on the school newspaper, the Blue and Gold.”

“Is it like a rule around here that school newspapers have to be named after colors?” Kevin laughed and Carrie couldn’t help but smile in response.

“Why, what was Southside’s newspaper called?”

“The Red and Black. And no, before you ask, I didn’t work on the paper. Not my scene.”

“I didn’t peg you as a newspaper type, don’t worry. Oh, crap… Watch out, here comes Cheryl Blossom, she’s bound to try to cause some trouble.” Carrie turned her head in the direction Kevin was looking, and her first reaction was anger clawing its way up her throat as she looked at this girl who was very obviously the definition of a Northsider. Clothes that were very obviously designer label, jewelry that Carrie could have sold and gotten a stupid amount of money for, perfectly styled red hair a few shades lighter than Carrie’s, and the signature sneer she was accustomed to seeing on the faces of Northsiders the few times she’d been unlucky enough to run into some of them. The Blossom girl walked with a gait that spoke of years of privilege and training, and when she stopped in front of Carrie, her smile was sickly sweet, and her voice was the same way, dripping sugar and poison.

“Before you get any ideas about using your status as a Southsider to gain you favor, let me warn you. Only one redhead can rule this school, and that position is filled. Even if it wasn’t, no way in hell it would go to a Southside trash, gang affiliated slut like you, clear?” Carrie almost laughed at the girl’s attempt at bravado, used to dealing with even more from Serpents, especially newer ones fresh through initiation who thought they could start shit with her and walk away unscathed. She didn’t rise to the girl’s bait, simply smiling at her.

“I’ll be sure to keep that in mind, Northsider.” Cheryl’s mouth opened, but she couldn’t seem to come up with a reply, so she turned on a heel and stalked off, her posse following close behind. Carrie smiled in victory and turned to Kevin, who was staring at her with his mouth open in shock. “What?”

“You are the singular person I have ever seen shut down Cheryl Blossom that fast. My respect to you, Carrie Weylyn.”

“Why thank you, Kevin Keller. My one goal in life was to achieve the respect of a Northsider.” She almost worried for a moment that she’d offended him with her sardonic humor, but he laughed out loud. “Anyway, is she always like that?”

“Sort of, but she’s been a lot worse lately. Her twin brother, Jason Blossom, died a few weeks ago, just before school started. They never found his body.” Guilt instantly shot through Carrie, rapidly followed by the mix of anger and grief that rose up in her throat every time she thought of Kace. Her older brother by three years, he’d been a serious pain in her ass, but they’d taken care of each other. He had gotten into the Ghoulies when he was 14, joining with Malachi, who had been his best friend. A few years later, Carrie had followed suit, joining the gang at the same age as her brother and his best friend. It had been a normal night for them the night he died, wreaking havoc on the streets of the Southside when they’d run into a group of Serpents who had wanted blood. She hadn’t been there, she’d been busy with homework, but she would never forget the moment when Mal had come home, alone and covered in blood, bearing the worst news of her life. Pity flooded through her at the thought of Cheryl going through that, and in a moment of impulse, she turned to Kevin.

“Do you know where she’d be right now?” His expression was pure confusion, but he thought for a moment before walking off, nodding for her to follow him.

“Probably in the lounge with her ‘handmaidens’. This way.” He took her over to a small room off the main hall, filled with couches and vending machines. She shook off the slight jealousy and scanned the room for Cheryl, spotting her alone on one of the couches.

“Thanks, Kevin. I’ll see you later?” He gave her another confused look before nodding and turning to leave, promising to see her at lunch at the latest. Cheryl looked up with an expression of disgust as Carrie walked up to her, eyes assessing every item of clothing Carrie wore.

“What do you want, Southsider?” Carrie tipped her head to the side and observed the other redhead carefully. She could almost feel the pain in her eyes, and she quietly spoke.

“Kevin told me about your brother.”

“What, and you wanted to come to gloat?” The Blossom girl’s voice was as sharp as broken glass, but Carrie saw tears well up in her eyes and sat across from her, leaning forward with her forearms on her thighs.

“No. I wanted to tell you I know what it’s like to lose a brother, to lose the one person that you felt like was your anchor to this shit world. Like you were caught in a current, but your anchor was holding you in place, so you were ok. And then all of a sudden, it’s ripped away from you and there’s water all around you, tearing you in this direction and that direction until you don’t even know what way is up anymore.”

Carrie paused for a moment, clearing her throat and raising her eyes to the ceiling in an attempt to stop the tears from rolling down her cheeks. “And you fight until you can finally see the light, the surface that you know can save you. But when you swim up, fighting to breathe the whole time, your palms hit solid and you realize you’re still trapped under the ice. You can see the sunlight and the sky, but you’re screaming to be let out and no one can hear you. No matter how hard you hit, the ice never breaks. You’re just… trapped there, forever able to see the light, but never able to reach it.”

We’re opposites, that’s extremely obvious. You’re a Northsider who lives in a gorgeous mansion, and you have everything you ever wanted. I’m a Southsider who lives in a trailer with my dead brother’s best friend, and I get in fights with members from a rival gang because it’s really the only thing I can do. But in this? In losing someone close? In this, we’re the same. If you ever need anything, you can ask me and I’ll help you. For Kace and for Jason. OK?” Carrie had to admit, she expected Cheryl to laugh in her face, but she was surprised when the girl nodded, tears falling from her eyes. Cheryl quickly swept them away, careful not to mess up the makeup that had evidently taken a while to apply.

The first warning bell rand sharply, breaking the tension. Carrie stood, looking around for Kevin as Cheryl waved a quick goodbye and walked off, heels clicking against the ground. He waved from the doorway, jerking his chin in the direction of the hallway, “That was the first person I’ve ever seen be able to get through to Cheryl at all, let alone right after they met her.”

“Well, maybe things around here are starting to change,” Carrie’s lips curved into a half smile as she hoped to whatever Gods there were that things would really start to change.

Chapter 3 here

[babyleclerc]

Into You Like a Train

Pairings: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Style: One-Shot

Warnings: Language, explicit sexual content. Light smut & fluff. Some super light dom!Seb. Would rate this for 18+

Word Count: 1,269

Summary: You can’t resist asking Seb a question that has been on your mind all morning - even at the most inappropriate time.

A/N: Fun fluff that practically wrote itself. First time writing Seb, so hope it’s OK! Partially inspired by this, which destroyed me. Also - gif ain’t mine.

“Hey, Seb?” You called out for the millionth time that morning, eyes glued to your phone as you sprawled out across the living room couch, one leg bent, the other dangling off the side lazily.

“Is this a serious question or a stupid question?” He retorted from the other side of the room, assembling a piece of IKEA furniture begrudgingly. The storage wall mount for all of your movies and books that you just had to have. “Ow!” He exclaimed as a pillow smacked him in the face. You stuck your tongue out at him while he grinned. “That’s not a very nice way to treat someone who’s building you the fucking Mt. Everest of TV mounts.”

“Seb, it’s literally a storage unit for the wall, not a TV mount.”

“It mounts the TV, doesn’t it?”

You rolled your eyes, “Don’t make me throw another pillow at you. Now will you please answer my question?”

Seb sighed, running a hand through his long, Winter Soldier hair. Where was a hair tie when he needed one? He glanced down at the fucking mess that is an IKEA building guide, turning the page upside down. “You know, this would make more sense if they used real words to describe how to build their shit.”

“You’re avoiding my question.”

“Because your questions are ridiculous.”

Whack!

Another pillow to the face. “Woman,” he warned teasingly, snatching the thrown pillow in his hand and holding it up threateningly. “Throw one more pillow at me, I dare you.”

“Or what?” You bait him, grabbing another pillow in hand in defense and grinning like an idiot.

Seb charged at you, pillow in hand. You had barely a split second to jump from the couch, screaming with glee as you sprinted towards the kitchen and hid behind the counter, panting. Seb was opposite you – the only thing standing between him and you was the large island you were gripping on to.

“You know, you’re a lot faster than you look, babe.” Seb complimented, spinning his pillow and eyeing you with a soft smile, slowly walking around the counter closer to you. You shifted in response, trying to maintain enough distance between you and him so that you could sprint away if needed.

“Thanks, I’ve been working out.” You say matter-of-factly, raising your eyebrows up and down.

Seb’s eyes raked your body up and down in response – drinking in every inch of you. His tongue darted across his lips, eyes gleaming as he settled on your breasts. “You can say that again.” He breathed, before charging at you again.

You screeched, sprinting around the counter and back into the living room, your loud laughter filling the entire house. It was music to Seb’s ears, and when he finally caught you – hands gripping your waist tightly, plowing you into the soft, carpeted floor – he couldn’t help but join you in laughter.

“Gotcha!” He shouted in victory, pinning you to the ground with both arms above your head, straddling you. “You know the consequences for a lost fight…”

“No!” You laugh-screamed, squirming to get out of his grip. “No raspberries!” You tried to wriggle your body to the side so that his mouth couldn’t get your stomach. No success. His grip was too tight, and his arms were too strong.

“I thought you loved my raspberries!” Seb feigned astonishment, placing both your wrists in his left-handed grip, while his right arm traced your body’s curves slowly, making his way to your stomach.

“I literally could not hate anything more.” You teased, continuing to squirm. Still, you were stuck.

“I think you’re being dramatic, babe.” He pushed your tank up to your breasts, revealing your soft, toned stomach. Seb’s breath caught in his throat as he hummed in appreciation.

You squirmed again, but this time, it wasn’t in anticipation of the raspberry. Instead, the way that your body ached for him when he looked at you like that. Like you were his world, his everything. You couldn’t help but relax slightly in his grip as his eyes stayed on your body, mesmerized.

“You are a fucking goddess,” he whispered, leaning his head down to kiss your torso gently. Your eyes fluttered closed, your stomach involuntarily hitching inwards at the feel of his warm lips on your skin. “How is it,” he kissed your stomach again, moving lower, “That after thirty-five years of living,” Another kiss near your pajama shorts, just under your belly button, “I have only been blessed with your presence,” He pulled down your shorts slowly, kissing you gently on your hip. “For a measly six months?”

His hot breath against your skin was making it difficult to concentrate. You tried to move, but Seb’s grip was unwavering. Damn him and his commitment to the gym.

“Good timing?” You tease, exhaling deeply, trying to command yourself not to become the wet mess that you knew would inevitably happen in your panties. It always happened with Seb, there was no stopping it. You’re not sure why you even bothered trying.

Sebastian adjusted himself, gripping your shorts with one hand and pushing them lower so that they were now on your thighs, exposing your naked bottom half. You gulped as he began kissing his way up your stomach and across your breasts, resting at your neck, “Keep your arms up,” he growled, nipping your neck gently. Seb smirked at the thought of leaving a mark on you. His.

You nodded; eyes still closed as he released your wrists from his left-handed hold and allowed both hands to fall to your breasts, squeezing them once in his strong, muscular hands. You moaned softly in response.

He moved fast, working his lips down your body until he was near your center again. You resisted the urge to buck your hips towards him as his mouth lingered over your wetness.

“Patience, babygirl.” He cood, gripping your hips with both hands as he nuzzled his nose gently against you. You groaned impatiently, eliciting a grin across his handsome face. “Not so cocky now, are we?” He asked, kissing your clit gently. He glanced up at you to see you scowling.

“Shut up.” You respond, tensing your muscles.

“Just tell me what you want, babe.” Seb responded simply, testing you with a flick of his tongue across your clit. Your hips twist involuntarily at the sensation. Sebastian Stan, always the tease.

“I want…” you breathed out, barely forming a coherent thought while Seb continued to lick you gently, almost like a whisper – just enough to feel it, but not enough to satisfy you. You weren’t going to let this torture go one way. “I want…” you started again, pausing for dramatic effect. “Mission report, December 16,, 1991.” You can’t help the smile that forms on your face as Seb just freezes, slowing bringing his eyes up to meet yours.

There’s silence between the both of you as your words just hang in the air. You wait for a reaction, heart pounding in your ears.

A few seconds pass, and then Seb loses it, laughing heartily and shaking his head.

“You’re the worst,” He comments between laughs, living for these moments of banter with you. The back and forth rapport that had grown within minutes of meeting him. You were his perfect balance of salt and sweet.

“I know,” You grin in response, joining him in laughter.

“Don’t think you’re not going to pay for that comment.” Seb stated, scooping you up into his strong arms to carry you bridal-style across the hallway and into your bedroom to resume what you so rudely had interrupted.

You placed a kiss on his temple, arms slung around his neck. “You know, I was kinda hoping you’d say that.”

Fin.

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Know this isn’t a Tom fic, so just holler if you don’t want to be included on Seb pieces and I can remove you moving forward. :)

[yerabearmum]

Finally got around to watching season 7 and HOOOO BOY do I have a lot to say

“he’s the youngest pilot ever to lead a mission into space” I think you forgot to mention ‘professional gay disaster’

Shiro looking at Keith, who is staring morosely out the window: he so obviously needs a hug but he would also glare a hole through my face if I come within ten feet of him how can I show this child love

DO YOU SEE LANCE'S LITTLE SWOOPY HAIRCUT

why is Little Lance’s voice deeper than Big Lance’s

“the emo kid’s doing it!” of course he is what more would you expect from the kid who never talks and openly but silently hates your guts

how does this twelve-year-old know how to drive in the first place

Kieth:*steals a car*

Me: PROTECT HIM

shiro doesn’t even look upset he’s just concerned and impressed

lance is so done with science in general

hello my name is takashi shirogane and welcome to my ted talk

Romelle’s hand gestures fill my soul with warmth

Coran is literally just Space Steve Irwin

Coran’s intimidation methods are #fierce

if that’s seriously how you used to wrangle yelmores then is it really any wonder why Alfor is dead

“like you, lance” an hour of adoring silence for this sibling relationship

how much you wanna bet Shiro is aware of everything around him and his only thought is “listen baby bro I already came back from death once why do you fear that I can’t do it again”

Keith yawns like a gay queen

I aspire the be the same level of zen as the recorder guy in the background

just remember that keith was and still is just as much of a showoff as Lance

Hunk’s expression when James says the only reason Keith is there is Shiro ‘james srsly are you trying to die”

“is that what mommy and daddy told you before-” MY MOMMA NEVER TOLD ME SHIT

there is exactly -.0002% chance of me ever getting over the gorgeous indigo color of Keith’s eyes they’re like tiny emo galaxies

consider: Homelle is such a wholesome hufflepuff ship

Lance Saves All Our Asses Again and It Goes Completely Unmentioned Afterwards Again: a novel by nobody because Lance gets as much recognition as a piece of bra lint

Pidgeot shaking a water drop off her head like a tiny woodland nerd sprite is my new reason for existing

my smol children just got smoler

Shiro looks like some kind of Gaydiana Jones on that hover thing

it’s probably just the anime eyes but it seriously looks like Little Keith is wearing eyeliner

shiro zooming off the cliff is like me trying outrun the overwhelming weight of existence

bby keith in the sunset is Hiro Hamada minus the tooth gap and personal healt- oh no wait that would be Shiro. shiro is baymax. floofy boi= marshmallow bun. WHERE DO THE CONSPIRACIES END.

honey you’re like twenty-two and a very bad liar

Admiral Sonda is just Sam Holt as a woman

literally the gayest gay breakup they could get away with. I applaud you

how dare they use the most underappreciated character as literal bait 

ah, i see rescuers down under made an appearance in the timespace of a single frame

why do the yelmores sound like Chewie

the phonotonium bubbles are bringin back memories of the Newtcase scene

that moment when you realize what he means by “you can’t do this to me again” and you feel your will to live crumble into Satan’s coffee grounds

the way that Lance says “ready to charge up the lions?” reminds me so much of that time in Eureka when Zane was like “ready to smash some unstable atoms together at the speed of light?” 

I can’t remember a single time that Lance looked happier or more excited about life in general that he does in the intro and... oh, look, there goes my heart. falling to the floor. shattering on the concrete. again. look at it go.

Coran honey they are standing right next to each other does it look like Cosmo is eating her

road trip humor

darling child do you honestly believe that this lion is going to let some random-ass person sit down and drive it

HE'S LONELYYYYYY

What the everloving fuck is wrong with the Altean alphabet

Hunk's selfies are so precious

"No. Nope. Nuh-uh. No way. Can't do this." BIG MOOD OKAY

ALLURA HAS FUCKING SUPER STRENGTH

yes thank you for that recap Lance we had not yet noticed the difficulty of our situation

"super dangerous it's perfect" yeah me too hon me too

will the little PEW PEW sounds ever cease to amuse me? the answer is no

Kosmo+Krolia is the ultimate kickass mom team

WAIT WHAT I THOUGHT THE PROBLEM WAS THAT THE JAWS WOULDN’T OPEN

guys come on have a little faith in him

I, too, sometimes narrate my life inside my head

Kosmo: oh I’m sorry I’ve been a wee bit BUSY DYING

so apparently Kaltinecker is just a generic name for space cows? I don’t like this

“who are you?” *Mushu voice, unfurls wings* “your worst nightmare”

Axca is just “whoop I kicked your ass mY bAd”

“Indeed I was, but now I am your savior.”

why is Ezor so lovable

“we’re going to have to use a more extreme approach” *pulls out silly string threateningly* “start talking”

Hunk looks so offended when they’re picking who to torture

Ezor would be perfect for one of those Garnier Fructis commercials where they pick stuff up with their hair

Can we talk about Lance and Pidge's sibling relationship? I think as much as they complain, they both really miss having that close kind of relationship. Pidge has Matt, of course, but he's not exactly open to talk anytime they want. This leaves Pidge and Lance to fall back on each other. Lance grew up in a big family, and probably also a very tight-knit one. So whether he realizes it or not, he depends on those kinds of connections, with stupid little arguments and support. I think that sibling connection is the one thing that really keeps them grounded when nothing else can.

Oh! And the other thing: This first occurred to me during the "DON'T YOU TOUCH HER" scene, because Lance is the first one to react protectively. Sure, the other's are protective of Pidge, but it's different for Lance because he reacts in such a 'big brother' sort of way. Again, Lance comes from a really big family, so playing the big brother role is second nature to him, and I love that it's such a huge part of his character to be protective.

*S&M plays every time Axca is onscreen*

Coran doing the Office Look

Coran: the lions are weak, we’ll end up right back here

Axca: then perish

I think the guard is already overwhelmed enough, what with having his quiznack handed to him by a couple of mice

Takashi honey does he look okay

why does Zethrid just sound like a guy trying and failing to do a girly voice

so apparently Axca has a type and that type is guys with ‘flippity hair’

Pidge’s smolness is a weapon in and of itself

when did Lance become the right-hand man I like this arrangement

“Can we just fight?” is the pg equivalent of “I’M GAY BITCH”

Ezor’s... head thing makes her look like Space Rapunzel

she was *Star Wars voice* seduced by the dark side of the force

do they seriously expect us to believe that there’s just an alien named Bob

‘intergalactic goofballs” is the most accurate description yet

“c’mere keith” WIVEL WIVEL WHIRL

“I... uhhh” is the most artist thing I have ever heard

do the creators just stuff cookies in their mouths and say random stuff to come up with alien words

WHY DIDN’T THEY GUESS KOSMO IS LOOKS MORE LIKE KOSMO THAN A LION

princess Lance is playing this game the right way don’t you yell at him

Keith’s voice when he says “windy cave?”

”the dumb one” bitch you’re the one who’s dead so who’s really the dumb one here

Bob please stop hurting my son his self-esteem is already fragile enough

Is he beautiful? Absolutely. Is he dumb? ABSOLUTELY NOT STOP HURTING HIM

One of these days Lance will straight up dab and on that day I will die of joy

Allura is literally picking up Hunk and I love it

now Allura’s asking the really big questions. I mean, what are any of us doing here. We’re just specks of dirt floating on the vast tissue of time

Pidge is trying so hard to look like she couldn’t care less and I’ve never related to anything more

She looks so smug whacking the camera

KEITH HAS OFFICIALLY ADOPTED SHIRO’S PROUD SPACE DAD FACE

Lance’s face when he’s talking about his little crush on Keith

CAN YOU TWO GET ANY GAYER

I just want Coran to get to earth and be Dumbledore in a play

I like the end music it’s so dancey and disco but not cringy

In the course of two seconds Coran goes from the Lorax to a ginger version of the guy from Ratatouille

KoSmO ThE dElIvErY wOlF

was that for real an alien dick joke

I like how both my gay sons have marks on their faces. Shiro has a scar, Keith has a Galra mark. What’s next? Lance with airbender tattoos? I hope not.

that is legit just a watermelon with tusks

oh Merlin no that’s even worse please go back to the watermelon

zippity zap your neck goes snap

don’t you love it when female characters literally glow with power? because I do

that was such an Avengers moment

Chat Noir would be proud of you, Hunk

Shiro is a savage

THE FACT THAT KEITH THOUGHT HE HAD TO EXPLAIN WHAT FLIGHT FORMATION EXERCISES ARE

the paladins adopting ‘quiznack’ into their casual cussing vocabulary is what I live for

if “something will come to kill us any minute now” is a good thing, you have severely low standards

oh yes lovely they’re having group hallucinations of space bats

OHHHHHHHHHHH YES BRING ON THE QUESTIONING OF EXISTENCE I NEED THIS ANGST

Hunk stubbornly refusing to sound off is so relatable like my stubbornness also drives all those around me slowly insane

HUNK IS LITERALLY SHOOTING A GIANT RAY OF SUNSHINE BECAUSE HE IS ACTUALLY A GIANT RAY OF SUNSHINE

Hunk being shocked by being shown any form of value and appreciation crushes my heart this boy needs to be loved

that enthusiastic “YEAH!” is what sleep deprived happiness sounds like

I like to imagine the voice actors practicing dramatic anime screaming while they drive to work and now I can’t breathe cuz I’m laughing too hard

WAIT WHAT I THOUGHT THE ENTIRE PROBLEM HERE WAS THAT THE LIONS WEREN’T CHARGED ENOUGH TO FORM VOLTRON

Keith and Lance’s bayards make giant magic wings that’s some serious soulmate shit right there

really you’re not gonna shoot it first to check if it’s real? after that whole space monster thing? you’re just gonna zoom toward it? hon c’mon

and of course the creators had to ask themselves “How can we best ruin this moment of joy? THE GALRA INVASION”

Colleen Holt is a force of nature and the living embodiment of “don’t fuck with me I’ve got the power of God and anime on my side”

Iverson: here’s what we know

Me: YOU FOOL YOU KNOW NOTHING

Sammy’s not having none of your shit so shut it before he tapes it

DO YOU SEE COLLEEN’S FACE I DON’T WANT LIFE ANYMORE

oh jeez they’re lined up by height that’s adorable

I like how this clearly takes place in a fairly distant future, but robots aren’t doing everything like people seem to think they would. The evident majority of labor is still done by people, like engineers and flight directors.

BITCH IT’LL BE YOUR WAR WHEN THE GALRA ARE ON YOUR DOORSTEP DO YOU REALLY WANNA WAIT UNITL THEN 

I’VE ONLY HAD COLLEEN FOR LIKE TEN MINUTES BUT IF ANYTHING HAPPENED TO HER THIS SHOW WOULD BE DEAD TO ME

If they’d shown Keith’s recording it would’ve been like “Hey, it’s me. *with Kosmo sprawled across his lap, panting loudly. Lance is snickering quietly behind the camera* I don’t exactly, uh... have family on earth. But I’m Keith, the Garrison’s number one discipline problem. I wear the title proudly, but I still just wanted to... apologize, kind of, to pretty much every authority figure at the Garrison for making your life living hell. Yeah.”

“but everything changed when the Galra invaded”

does Kinkade ever speak? I kinda want him to be mute. A disabled fighter pilot would be the coolest thing

Veronica is such a badass 

aw man he spoke 

I can’t wait for when Krolia comes back to earth everyone’s gonna be like “oh fUCK A GALRA SHOOT IT DOWN” and then Keith walks out with his arms up like “HOLD IT THEY’RE WITH US” *Krolia steps out* “everybody say hi to my mom”

“Don’t miss” oh yeah I just thought I’d let them go this would be a great way to let Sandac know we’re here

THE SMALLEST PIDGEOT

oh my Merlin they have a dog

oh what a soft moment

what was with that dramatic look between Keith and Griffin? I mean I know this is Keith we’re talking about but there’s no way they held a grudge that long over a disagreement when they were... what? Eleven?

Allura is rocking that Garrison uniform

“Allura, you’re a genius!” yeah sweetie I know

OH MY MERLIN MY TWO ANGELS ARE HUGGING DO YOU SEE KEITH’S FACE

that’s going to electrocute him 

HOLY QUIZNACK SHE HAD A BALMERA CRYSTAL ON HER FOREHEAD THE WHOLE TIME

 Shiro’s hair floof looks less like a bird now and more like a dead bush

WHERE THE FUCK IS THIS ALLURALANCE COMING FROM THE STARS GAVE NO WARNING OF THIS I DO NOT ACCEPT

Veronica is officially one of my faves

Kaltinecker is just like “oh this is happening now”

SMUSH

I still can’t believe they got the particle barrier up in the first place

PLEASE TAKE NOTICE OF THE FACT THAT LANCE IS THE FIRST PERSON KEITH CALLS FOR

ohhhh look it’s launching somethings going good- wait never mind  WHY ALWAYS THIS

Leifstoder is adorable

CAN YOU ANIMATE SOMETHING ELSE 

Griffin has the voice of an angel

Shiro’s floating arm kind of ruins the dramatic hero effect of the doors opening into the light of battle

should the beams from the zyphorge canons be that pretty

I know Sendac is an ass and he deserves to die but I have to admire his dedication

NOW I’M FREEEEEEEEEEEEEEFALLIN

my major problem here is that, a) how is Shiro alive? he has no helmet, no oxygen tank. all the air should be sucked right out of his lungs. He should be dead, and b) NO HUMAN BEING CAN JUST BARREL THROUGH EARTH’S ATMOSPHERE UNPROTECTED LIKE THAT THE THERMOSPHERE IS LIKE 5OO KELVIN SHIRO SHOULD BE A CHARRED PILE OF BONES

we will remember this as the Battle of the Floating Arms

“Victory or de-” *Keith, falling fiercely from the sky* DEATH

aaaaaaaaaand the victory is short-lived

oh I missed this when is the last time they dedicated an entire episode to just fighting a giant-ass robot

KAWAII ANIME PLANCE

so what is this now? Dark matter? Dark quintessence?

Coran: but Voltron!

Shiro: bitch we are voltron

SoMeBoDy’S gOnNa DiEeE

is there anything I hate more than watching my children accept that they are about to die? My burning hatred for Severus Snape comes very close but no there is not

MATT HAS... I DUNNO WHAT IS THAT? A BOYFRIEND? A GIRLFRIEND? HE’S HOLDING SOMEBODY’S HAND AND HE LOOKS FABULOUS 

how much you wanna bet that when Haggar disappeared she took over Lotor’s little Altean colony and now she’s using them for the robots

[vikingpoteto]

Oh wow merry– New Year’s eve? How did this happen, you ask? Well, I had a perfectly structured fic that was supposed to be ready for Christmas, but at about 20k words I realized that I wasn’t even in the middle of the story yet and there was no way that would be ready on time. The solution I found? Write an entirely different story!!! Wow! I’m so smart! So here we are! Valentine’s day stuff instead of a weird soccer club AU! I poured my heart into this story (heh) and I ended up happy with the results. This is my gift for @bikatsuki, for the @dailybnha Secret Santa! This was super fun to write and I really hope you find this fun to read!

Title: Valentine’s day chocolate is (not) overrated. Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou Word count: 5.386 Rating: T Warnings/Tags: Valentine’s Day, Fluff and Humor, Established Relationship, Bakugou Katsuki Swears A Lot, rated for language, Canon Compliant, Friendship Summary:   Bakugou thinks Valentine’s day is a bullshit holiday for bullshit people that spend money on useless sweets. However, if Kirishima wants chocolate that bad…

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Katsuki Bakugou is an above-average man of simple needs. He has always been. Currently, for example, there are only two things he needs: first, to be the absolute best at everything. Second, to be left the fuck alone.

He’s working hard for the first already. He has been since he was a young child and, although he still has quite a long way to go, he’s getting closer every day. Bakugou is going to become one hell of a hero before anyone notices and fuck everything else.

The second need, however… There are a few problems.

“So, what are you doing tomorrow?” Ashido asks, from Bakugou’s bed.

From his fucking bed. The black-eyed freak just showed up unannounced to his room asking for his notes which, okay, that was already annoying enough, but forgivable. Bakugou is one of the top students of their year, so he can’t blame Ashido for wanting to take a peek at his notes.

Although it isn’t like him to help his rivals, Ashido… isn’t horrible. If compared to some other people, that is. When he becomes a professional hero, Bakugou will have to interact with other heroes and he’d rather have Ashido there than not. Considering how she barely managed to get passing grades in their second year, she’ll need all the help she can get, be it from Bakugou or the ponytail chick or the ginger ponytail chick or whomever is patient enough to help her.

That being said, Bakugou gave her the notes and told her to scram. Instead of doing that, Ashido waved him off breezily and walked into his room.

“Don’t be silly,” she had said. “I’m more productive when I have company.”

And she dove into his bed, pulling her own notebook from her bright green backpack to start copying his notes.

Bakugou let her. After three years dealing with his classmates’ bullshit, he’d learned a thing or two. For example, he learned that Sero is probably the second least annoying of all of them, so he found himself hanging with Sero whenever he didn’t want to be bugged about being a loner. He learned that Kaminari thrives on attention, so the best way to get rid of him when he’s being annoying is to simply ignore him. He also learned that when Ashido wants something, sometimes it’s easier to just let her have her way, because arguing causes her to start nagging and Bakugou has no energy for that.

But then she starts trying to make small talk while he is studying - and she’s also supposed to be studying, mind you. Bakugou is drawing the line.

“Focus on what you’re doing,” he says.

“I’m focused,” Ashido replies. “I’m great at multitasking.”

“Multitasking is bullshit. You either whole-ass a thing or you half-ass two.”

“Aw, Baku. You care.”

“Don’t call me that. And I don’t fucking care, I just want you to finish what you’re doing so you leave me the fuck alone.”

Ashido throws a pillow at him and misses by almost an entire meter. Really makes you wonder how safe it is to train with this woman that projects acid from her skin.

“Don’t be mean or next time I’ll study with Yaomomo instead.”

Bakugou wants to scream out of frustration, but he knows that’s what she wants. If he explodes, that means that she’s won and Bakugou won’t let her have that.

“Then.” He grits through his teeth. “Why the fuck. Aren’t you. Studying. With her.”

Ashido shrugs. “She had a date.”

And she waits, smiling expectantly. However, Bakugou couldn’t care less about the ponytail chick’s love life, so he doesn’t ask about it. Instead, he turns his back to Ashido and focus on his own homework.

The coldness technique despite working wonders on Kaminari, does very little against Ashido.

“Fine, fine, I’ll work in silence. So long you answer the question. What are you doing tomorrow after class?”

Bakugou sighs. “I don’t fucking know, all right? Nothing. Now shut up.”

As always, Ashido does the opposite of what she was told. “Wonderful! If you’re free, come shopping with me!”

“I’m busy so no.”

“Don’t be an ass! I’ll help you pick good chocolate.”

“The fuck would I buy chocolate for?” he asks

Ashido pouts in disappointment. “So, you already bought yours? Dang it. All the girls already bought theirs and I was thinking of stealing some of each of them, but that would be uncool. I thought we could buy some together.”

Bakugou finally takes the bait and turns to her once more. As annoying as she is, Ashido is good at remembering things about her friends. (Not that Bakugou is her friend-friend. He’s a person that she knows some things about, that’s all.) Ashido should know by now that Bakugou does not care for any kind of sweet, chocolate included. Why would she think she could get him to go out with her by bribing him with chocolate?

“I didn’t buy any chocolate,” he says. “Why would I spend money on chocolate?”

Ashido’s eyes grow wide.

“Wha- Bakugou, it’s almost Valentine’s day!”

“So?”

Ashido gasps loudly, jumping to her feet and throwing her hands up because she’s a huge drama queen.

“Oh my God,” she screeches. “You’re my best friend’s boyfriend! I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU!”

On the verge of his patience, Bakugou stands as well because, regardless of their position in the least-annoying-classmate list (Ashido ranks third, after Kirishima and Sero), no one yells at him. In his room (and in all the other rooms, except when Present Mic is around) Bakugou always screams the loudest.

“WHAT THE FUCK DOES THAT HAVE TO DO WITH ANYTHING, YOU RACCOON EYED FREAK?”

“EVERYTHING, YOU NORMAL EYED JERK! IT’S VALENTINE’S DAY! YOU SHOULD GIVE YOUR BOYFRIEND CHOCOLATE!”

Bakugou gapes at her. “Girls give chocolate on Valentine’s day.”

“Are you a moron?” Ashido crosses her arms and pouts. “A lot of not-girls give away Valentine’s day chocolate. Kiri got a bunch last year.”

That makes Bakugou stop on his tracks.

“People gave Kirishima chocolate?”

“Wow, wow, hold your murderous jealousy.” Ashido raises her hands in a surrender gesture. “That was before you two started dating. And yes, your precious Kirishima got chocolate. Now, he isn’t popular with girls. At all. Most girls think he goes a little over the top with the manly thing…”

Bakugou mumbles something about girls not knowing shit about anything, but Ashido promptly ignores him.

“A lot of boys look up to him, though. And his popularity has only grown now that we’re third years. Now how embarrassing would it be if Kirishima got chocolates from all of his underclassmen but not from his own boyfriend?”

Bakugou glares at her and opens his mouth to argue. He can’t think of any response to that, so he shuts his lips again.

Suddenly, he imagines himself with a neatly wrapped package of chocolate, waiting at the gates of the school for Kirishima. People walking by, staring at him and giggling, because all of them know. They simply know what Bakugou is doing there and they’re all laughing at him. There’s no way he’d do such a ridiculous thing.

“This entire celebration is bullshit,” he says finally.

Ashido grins. “You know I’m right, don’t you?”

“Out.”

“What!”

“Out of my fucking room, Raccoon girl! OUT!”

When Ashido doesn’t shows any signs of moving, Bakugou picks her up and ignores her shocked shout. He throws her over his shoulder and pretends not to notice her struggles to get down. She doesn’t try to use her quirk to slide from his grip (because the last time she did, Bakugou reacted by using his own quirk, things got out of hand and the two of them exploded/melted a hole on the floor and Aizawa almost expelled them both) but she screams and kicks a lot.

“I didn’t finish copying your notes yet!” She protests loudly.

“Too fucking bad!” Bakugou replies and tosses her out of the room, locking the door after her.

The nerve of that girl, honestly.

On the next day, Bakugou runs alongside Kaminari. It’s just the beginning of the laps, so both boys pace themselves. Both are wearing disappointed faces - Kaminari looking sadder, Bakugou angrier.

“Man, I can’t believe he chose Tetsutetsu over us,” Kaminari says with a pout.

“Shut up,” Bakugou replies.

Kaminari nods, as though Bakugou’s answer is reasonable - as though he could understand some hidden meaning in Bakugou’s words - and keeps running. On that moment, both boys are experimenting deep betrayal.

For most of their P.E. practices, the teachers ask them to have a partner. Most students pick a permanent partner for the entire year.

On their first year, Kirishima had been Bakugou’s partner. How could he not? His quirk was the most compatible with Bakugou’s and the two of them worked well together. They had a good dynamic. Meanwhile, Kaminari was partners with the goth chick. Their quirks weren’t the most compatible, but they got along well and thus understood each other enough to battle side by side.

On their second year, Kirishima and Kaminari were on class B while Bakugou remained a class A student. Bakugou ended up forming a temporary partnership with Sero while Kirishima and Kaminari partnered up with one another.

On their third year, Kirishima, Kaminari and Bakugou were together in the same class again, so Kirishima had a choice to make. (That shouldn’t be much of a choice, really, after all Bakugou was Kirishima’s fucking boyfriend and Kaminari could just return to Jirou.) But then, when Bakugou went ahead and asked Kirishima to run with him for Aizawa’s stupid, boring marathon, Kirishima smiled at him and went:

“Sorry, babe, but Tetsu asked first, so I’m going with him.”

Bakugou was so shocked he isn’t sure what he replied. Next thing he knows, he’s heard Kaminari yelling something about “bros before hoes” and he came by complaining that the goth girl had ditched him for the ponytail chick. And then he was promptly turned down by Kirishima as well.

“You know what?” Kaminari starts. “You should totally make Kirishima sleep on the couch, Blasty.”

Bakugou could point out that he and Kirishima don’t live together. He could tell Kaminari to go fuck himself (he kinda wants to. Really bad.) However, they are supposed to run five laps around campus side by side, so Bakugou prefers to finish the task before lashing out. He adopts his recently-discovered, very effective strategy for dealing with Kaminari: pretending he hasn’t even heard what the other boy said. Sometimes he succeeds and Kaminari shuts up, defeated. Sometimes Kaminari ends up pulling an Ashido and taking Bakugou’s silence as a challenge to see how far Bakugou’s non-existent patience stretches.

The latter often results in something exploding, someone (often Bakugou) being electrocuted and Kaminari going on full idiot mode, so it isn’t a path Kaminari chooses often.

Today, however…

“Oh, I know!” Kaminari grins widely. “Tell him you’re not giving him chocolate on Valentine’s day!”

Bakugou glares at Kaminari until his stupid grin dims a little. He turns his gaze forward before answering.

“I’m not giving him any stupid chocolate anyway.”

Kaminari stumbles on thin air and stops running. Bakugou wonders why these idiots have to react like this, especially when they are in the middle of a fucking class.

“What do you mean you’re not going to give him chocolate? He’s your boyfriend.”

Why does everybody keep saying that as if Bakugou would forget?

“So fucking what?” Bakugou throws his hands up in frustration. “Yes, even though he prefers running with fucking Tin Man, he’s my boyfriend! I know! Still not giving him fucking chocolate! Screw this damn holiday!”

“But you gotta, man! You’re supposed to give your boyfriend chocolate! It’s, like, the law.”

“You were just telling me not to give him the stupid chocolate!”

“I obviously wasn’t being serious! What the hell, Bakugou!”

Ponytail and Goth run past them, both girls chatting idly as they run in a comfortable pace. Ponytail gives them a worried look as though she’s considering interfering in their discussion. Goth knows better, so she grabs Ponytail’s arm and makes sure she doesn’t stop. Bakugou can’t believe these losers are running ahead of them because of Kaminari’s nonsense. His patience starts wearing thin.

“Whatever, just get moving again.”

“No!” Kaminari stomps his foot. “Damn, Bakugou, the least you can do for your boyfriend is give him chocolate on Valentine’s day. Kirishima would give you chocolate.”

When Kaminari says it, Bakugou realizes that he can picture that easily. Kirishima is the kind of person that would wait by the school gates. He wouldn’t mind the people staring and giggling, though. Or, well, he would mind, but he would tell himself to endure it, because that would be the manly thing to do. He would be carrying a badly wrapped package that he tried decorating himself in a horrifying red paper with little biceps drawn on it or something equally preposterous. It would look awful, but Kirishima would have spent the entire night working on it.

Bakugou shakes his head to wipe that image off of his brain.

“He would not,” he says, “because Kirishima knows I hate chocolate.”

“Yeah, ‘cuz you’re the Grinch,” Kaminari scoffs. “But if you were a regular human being, Kirishima would totally give you chocolate. And, somewhere deep down in this little grinchy raisin that you call a heart, you know that it’s your moral duty to give Kirishima sweet, nice, homemade chocolate.”

Bakugou breathes in and out. Kirishima is the kind of moron that would get super excited over useless shit like this. Homemade chocolate and all of that crap.

Then Deku and Todoroki run past them. Deku gives them a curious, yet mildly terrified look. Todoroki doesn’t even glance in their direction.

There’s no way Bakugou is finishing these stupid warm-up laps after those assholes.

“Kaminari, you shut your damn mouth and start fucking running this instant or I’m gonna give you a reason to run.”

“Pffft. As if.”

Bakugou tenses up and small explosions starts to crack in the palms of his hands. Kaminari lets out a high-pitched screech and starts running.

Good.

Bakugou is not thinking about Valentine’s day when he heads to his bedroom on that night. It’s a stupid holiday, anyway. Everything is annoying and pink at the shopping centers, chocolate is overpriced and people won’t shut up about confessing feelings and getting confessions and all of that bullshit about obligatory chocolate and romantic chocolate and store - bought and homemade- Long story short, Bakugou thinks the entire concept of Valentine’s day is bullshit.

He’s already twisting the knob of his door when he decides he’s too annoyed for homework. He takes a couple of extra steps and opens Kirishima’s door instead, going in without knocking.

He finds Kirishima lying on his back on the floor with a manga in hands. Instead of telling Bakugou off for just walking in as though he owns the place, Kirishima smiles brightly at him.

“Hey,” he says. “I thought you were going to ignore me longer for ditching you for Tetsu earlier.”

Bakugou blinks, taken aback. Fuck. He was so busy not thinking about Valentine’s day he’d forgotten he was supposed to be angry at Kirishima.

He decides to just avoid the comment.

“Aren’t you supposed to be studying?” He asks.

Kirishima sits up and opens his arms for Bakugou. “Did you come here to study?”

Kirishima is wearing a sleeveless shirt and his hair is tucked in a small ponytail on the base of his nape. That and his bashful smile are an invitation not even someone as strong as Bakugou could resist.

“No,” he says and he settles in front of Kirishima, letting him loop his arms around his waist.

“Then I’m not supposed to be studying either,” Kirishima says and kisses him.

Bakugou’s (not) friends often tell him he needs to chill. That he’s going to eventually have a permanent wrinkle carved into his forehead and die of stress at the age of 26. Bakugou tells them they should go fuck themselves, although he does think he could use a little less tension. Sometimes.

When he’s kissing Kirishima, Bakugou doesn’t feel tense at all. Ever since the sports festival of their first year, Bakugou has always known that Kirishima is unbreakable and that he will not waver. Since then he started feeling… safe… around Kirishima. There’s no other way of explaining it.

After months together, their kisses have become less awkward, with less teeth clashing (for which Bakugou thanks God. He lost count of how many times Kirishima’s stupid teeth had gotten him split lips that had all of their friends bothering them about.)

Now their kisses are confident and unworried. Bakugou knows how to bite down on Kirishima’s lower lip just hard enough that has him making that adorable little throaty sound. Kirishima knows how Bakugou loves it when he wraps his arms around his shoulders and pulls him closer until there’s no space between them. They’re growing used to each other. Their kisses are starting to feel like coming home.

Bakugou puts a hand on the floor for better leverage, but his fingers touch something crisp. He breaks the kiss with a (mildly disgusting) wet sound and looks down, startled. It’s candy wrap.

“Uh…” Kirishima says, still a little dazed, as though he’s wondering where Bakugou’s lips went. Then his gaze follows Bakugou’s. “Oh. Sorry, I was eating this earlier and forgot to toss the paper.”

He grabs the paper and gets up to throw it in the trash bin. Bakugou follows him with his eyes.

“I thought you didn’t like sweets that much.”

“I prefer savory food, true.” Kirishima nods as he comes back to Bakugou’s side. “But Kendou-chan got this huge chocolate box from her mother and she was sharing with everyone, so she gave me one. And well. It’s chocolate. I wouldn’t refuse chocolate.”

Kirishima chuckles a bit and Bakugou squints at him.

“What’s wrong? You wanted chocolate too? I didn’t think of saving some for you, since-”

“I hate chocolate, of fucking course I didn’t want it.”

“Then what is it? You were making that intense face.”

Bakugou stands and offers a hand to pull Kirishima up as well. Kirishima takes it with only a mild confused look.

“Off your ass,” Bakugou says. “We’re gonna do your homework now.”

Kirishima protests that he wants to keep making out, but Bakugou makes a compelling point by pulling Kirishima’s grades from the last written tests. They find the middle ground: they don’t do homework or make out, but they sit together and cuddle on Kirishima’s bed while reviewing some important points from the lasts classes.

With his head resting on Bakugou’s shoulder, Kirishima only pays half-attention, every now and then pressing small kisses to Bakugou’s shoulder and openly laughing when Bakugou scolds him.

Bakugou must be losing his touch, but he simply can’t stay angry when Kirishima is smiling like that.

If he could, Bakugou would like to be the reason of that smile. Which means…

Fuck.

Bakugou Katsuki is an above-average man that cares about very little. In fact, you could say that he only cares about two things.

The first thing he cares about is his lifelong dream of becoming the number one. He’s worked his ass off to be the best hero he can be and dedicated all of himself to his goal. He refined his talents and worked hard through his issues and got far, and he would go farther than anyone else, because he cares so deeply for his dream.

The second thing Bakugou cares about is Kirishima.

Well, sue him. Kirishima is strong and funny and beautiful and Bakugou fucking loves him. He doesn’t want to be the boy waiting by the school gates with a stupid pink package and he certainly doesn’t want Kirishima to give him chocolate because let’s be honest: Kirishima would totally put protein inside his homemade chocolates and they would taste disgusting. Bakugou does, however, want Kirishima to smile.

So he doesn’t go out on that Saturday because stupid underclassmen are giving chocolate to his damn boyfriend and the tradition demands that he asserts dominance by giving the most impressive, most homemade (?) chocolate. (Although the dominance is 100% his, because Kirishima loves him and his chocolate is going to be the best of all.) He doesn’t go shopping for chocolate because Kirishima would give him chocolate (despite the fact that he wouldn’t lose in chocolate giving, not even to Kirishima.)

Bakugou goes out because he can’t take out of his head the image of Kirishima’s smile, wide and sunny, all because he got chocolate from his boyfriend. Kirishima will probably brag about it to his stupid friends and Bakugou will have to yell at him because of it, but Kirishima will smile again and Bakugou will melt inside and muster all of his strength not to show anything on the outside.

And everything else be damned. Bakugou isn’t ashamed of any of that.

The only reason he’s wearing the beanie and the face mask is because it’s cold outside, it’s not that he’s trying to not get recognized while he browses through shelves and shelves of chocolate in a stupid store that smells awfully sweet.

A cheerful girl wearing the store’s uniform offers Bakugou help, which causes a group of giggling girls to eye him curiously. He tells the girl to scram and the group of gigglers decides to look for their chocolate in a different aisle. Bakugou has barely had time to feel thankful for the relative solitude when a pair of familiar people waltz into the store.

“If you don’t behave, I’m not giving you friend chocolate,” Ashido threatens.

“If you don’t give me chocolate, you better find another failing-grades-partner,” Kaminari says.

Bakugou.

Wants to die.

He turns around and he starts heading to the back of the store, somewhere, anywhere, he just needs to hide until he finds an opportunity to leave or-

“Bakugou?”

Fuck.

“How the hell did you know it was me?”

“Bakugou!” Ashido comes running in his direction, her eyes sparkling. “You stick out like a sore thumb! No one else is wearing all black in an entirely pink store!”

“And I’d recognize those saggy pants anywhere, anytime.” Kaminari says, making finger guns.

Ashido and Bakugou stare at him.

“Not that I stare at your butt all the time, of course,” he explains with a solemn nod. “It’s just that Kirishima is all dude-look-at-Bakugou’s-butt so often that I kinda grew familiar with it.”

“To be fair, I also stare at his butt sometimes,” Ashido says and shrugs.

Bakugou lets out a heavy sigh. “What are you fucks doing here?”

“Buying chocolate,” Ashido says cheerfully. “And so are you! I knew you wouldn’t disappoint me, my precious, hot-headed son.”

“Shut the fuck up,” he says.

“Bakugou, language!” Ashido gasps and then turns to the nervous saleswoman that has been eyeing the three since they started carelessly yelling about butts. “Forgive my rude son, he’s an Aries.”

“Sooo…” Kaminari starts with a shit-eating grin that has, like, 50% chance of causing an explosion. “You are buying Kirishima chocolate after all.”

“Ok, so listen here, you dipshits,” Bakugou starts, stabbing a finger at Kaminari’s chest. “Yes, I’m fucking buying chocolate for my stupid freaking boyfriend and that’s none of your damn business. If you don’t want me to shove that damn candy cane over there up your goddamned ass, you better stay the hell outta my way , GOT IT?”

And yet.

“WHY ARE YOU HERE?”

Bakugou had thought this through. His dumb classmates can’t cook for shit, so he almost always has the kitchen all for himself. He decided to prepare Kirishima’s chocolate at night, when everyone is in too tired because of whatever torture Aizawa had put them through and not in the fucking kitchen. Then how come he finds himself staring at the grinning ugly mugs of Sero, Ashido and Kaminari?

“We came to help,” Sero says cheerfully.

“I don’t want your dumb shits’ help. Scram.”

“Don’t be like that, Katsuki-kun,” Ashido says. “We won’t get in your way. Think of us as just pleasant company.”

“PLEASANT MY FUCKING ASS, YOU-”

“Now, now!” Kaminari raises his hands as if surrendering. “This is the dorms kitchen, Bakugou. We have every right to be here as U.A. students, don’t you think?”

Bakugou is about to explode Kaminari’s entire stupid face when he notices the little curl on the corner of his lip. Kaminari is being a little shit on purpose. He wants to annoy Bakugou into exploding on him. The little bastard.

Ignoring the bottomless rage in his gut, Bakugou counts to 10 in his head like his therapist told him to and heads to the stove with his bag of chocolate. As he starts searching for a pan in the cupboard, he thinks to himself that maybe his therapist is working with his classmates. Telling them to put Bakugou to test or something. Because that sounds like something that hag would do and these assholes really have been testing Bakugou’s limits.

“Wait, wait, wait, what are you doing?” Sero asks.

“What does it look like I’m doing? I’m melting the chocolate.”

“It looks like you’re about to fry that chocolate bar by putting it directly into the pan.”

Bakugou stays there, holding a frying pan in one hand and a chocolate bar in the other. The question hangs in the air and it seems like no one dares to say the words out loud until Kaminari asks:

“Isn’t that how you melt the chocolate?”

“No!” Ashido frowns. “That’s how you burn chocolate. But… But Bakugou knew that, right?”

Silence.

“Oh my God.” Sero starts grinning. “Oh my God. Bakugou. Could it be… The reason you didn’t want to make chocolate for Kirishima… Was it because you can’t bake?”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Kaminari says. “Bakugou can do anything in the kitchen.”

Silence stretches again. The three dumbasses gape at Bakugou, who refuses to look up at any of their idiotic faces. Ashido lets out a small huff. Bakugou explodes (but not literally, for once.)

“BAKING IS FUCKING USELESS!”

“OH MY GOD, IT’S TRUE!”

“So you need our help in the end!” Sero says with delight. “Bakugou, how? You’re one of the best cooks I know, how is that you can’t bake?”

“I don’t need to bake, all right? Desserts are fucking pointless, just eat enough real food!”

“That’s the most Bakugou thing I have ever heard,” Kaminari says. “And it makes me wonder what Kirishima sees in you.”

“It’s his butt,” Sero says.

“I never thought I’d say this, but enough about Bakugou’s butt,” Ashido intervenes. “Boys, don’t you see? This is an emergency! Tomorrow’s Valentine’s day and Bakugou is useless!”

“Hey, watch it!”

“We must work together to save Kirishima’s Valentine’s day!”

“LISTEN TO ME!”

No one listens to him. In a way, that is good because he really doesn’t know what he’s supposed to do and… well. Ashido, Sero and Kaminari seem as invested in Kirishima’s happiness as Bakugou is. He might actually cook each of them something later as a thank you.

You know, just because he hates owing people favors.

Sero and Ashido know how to melt the chocolate, but their baking experience is apparently limited to watching their mothers. In the end, the four of them end up around the kitchen island staring at a bowl of liquid chocolate without a clue of what to do with it.

“Now what?” Ashido asks.

“We… We could make a cake?” Kaminari suggests.

“With just chocolate? I don’t think we can make a cake with that.”

“We could asks Sato to help us,” Sero says.

“No,” Bakugou grabs the bowl and takes it with him to the counter.

“Blasty, this isn’t the time to let your pride get in the way,” Ashido starts, but Bakugou shuts her up with a single glare.

“You dumbasses don’t know shit any more than I do,” he says. “So I might as well deal with this alone. This is my Valentine’s gift to Kirishima, so I’m the one that should do it on my own.”

The three idiots stare at Bakugou in dumbfounded silence for a moment. Then they start smiling and Bakugou braces himself. They’re about to go all sentimental on him, tell him how much he’s grown and how proud they are. Ashido is going to call him son, Sero will apologize for teasing him and Kaminari will probably cry a little. Bakugou will hate every second of it, it will feel as though his face is burning, but he probably won’t explode them when Ashido inevitably drag them into a group hug.

Before any of that happens, however, Bakugou is saved.

“Oh my God, that was so manly ,” says Kirishima from the door.

“Kirishima, no!” Kaminari shouts, jumping in front of Bakugou as if to hide him from view. “It’s bad look to see the groom before the wedding!”

“We’re not helping Bakugou to surprise you, wherever you got that idea?!” Sero joins Kaminari.

“Who’s Bakugou?” Ashido yells. “What are you doing here?”

“I was looking for Bakugou,” Kirishima says.

Bakugou almost appreciates their absurd efforts and he would have laughed at their antics if he wasn’t so frustrated. He’d failed. He didn’t make the stupid chocolate, even after all of that drama and Kirishima found out about his pathetic attempt. He glares at his own feet, embarrassed and angry at himself.

He hears Kirishima crossing the kitchen towards him, but he refuses to look up until he hears Kirishima’s voice.

“ Babe ,” he says, his tone hoarse with emotion. “Blasty,  you were making me Valentine’s day chocolate?”

Bakugou avoids Kirishima’s eyes as he mumbles something impossible to understand.

“Bakugou, you hate chocolate,” Kirishima says. “And you hate Valentine’s day even more.”

Bakugou pouts. “But I love you.” (He ignores Ashido’s little screech.) “And you care about this dumb shit, so I thought… I thought I might give it a try. Or whatever.”

“Bakugou!” Kirishima half shouts, half cries and he grabs Bakugou’s face between his hands, squeezing his cheeks and making sure Bakugou can’t avoid his gaze anymore.

Bakugou is glad that he does. Because Kirishima’s eyes are sparkling like never before and his smile is so wide and beautiful it almost hurts to look at. Bakugou doesn’t want to stop seeing that expression ever again.

“Bakugou, I never expected you to make me chocolate,” Kirishima says, still squeezing his face. “I was going to ask you on a date instead, you bastard, I can’t believe you beat me to it.”

“A date?” Bakugou frowns, thinking of the restaurants downtown covered in pink hearts and cupid decorations with a little disgust.

“Yeah. I know you hate all this corny stuff, so I was going to ask you to go hiking? Remember that restaurant near the camp we went last year? I figured we could go there and have spicy meat curry instead of chocolate, because it’s our favorite foods combined. And then we could go hiking and make our own Valentine’s day and stuff. I can’t believe you were willing to go against your principles and make me chocolate!”

Kirishima wanted to go hiking. Bakugou’s cheeks are starting to hurt and he can’t form words properly with his entire face being squished like that. Still, he manages to say:

“I lohe ya’ sho much .”

Kirishima laughs out loud and leans in to kiss him. Bakugou hears their friends giggling on the background and he makes a dismissive gesture at them blindly before putting his hands to better use and pulling Kirishima closer. He’s too busy to check whether they actually leave after that.

There’s not a lot that Bakugou Katsuki wants or cares about. But three things are for sure: he wants to keep making Kirishima smile. And he cares about the idiots that are his classmates. And, last but not least, he’s on the correct path to become the best hero (and boyfriend) that ever existed.

In the end, he’s still learning. For example, he’s learned that he shouldn’t underestimate chocolate. If this is what he gets with a bowl of soggy chocolate, imagine next year after he finally masters his chocolate baking skills.

[all-the-fandoms-stuff-blog]

Forgotten Winchester Sister

Part Three

Pairings: SamxSister!reader DeanxSister!reader

                JackxReader (Slowly)

AO: So i just watched The Finale of Season 12 And im Crying: This Part is a little short so sorry. 

In the Next Morning we ate Breakfast and said goodbye to everyone. Claire and Alex gave me a hug “If you ever need something just call. And text me when you are home ok?” I smiled “I will Alex goodbye” Sam Dean and Jack drove with the Impala. And Cas and myself were in his old Truck. After e few hours he looked at me “Why did you wanted to drive with me Y/N?” I looked at the note book I had in my hands. “Cas I feel like I am a burden for all of you” He shook his head “You’re not a Burden Y/N” I smiled sadly “But I’m no help either” He looked to me again “You are Family Y/N and one of the strongest Humans on this earth!” we drove a little rode through the forest and it was quite Peacefully. “How are your wounds?” I Looked over to him “Better than yesterday” I saw a deer for a few seconds and was fascinated by him. “How do you do this?” I was confused “Do what?” He turned left and said “Y/N No one could walk or even sit with these wounds. Even angels would scream in Pain and probably die with these” I Looked at my hands. “I’m used to it cas. I think being tortured my whole life made me endure the Pain better”. He had a sad look in his eyes “I Know Dean drove often by your old house to see you but at one Point he stopped so no one will get suspicious of you” I Looked Out of the Window again “The Man who tortured me said something Cas. He said that Dean and Sam are Only Using me like some bait” Cas shook his Head “Y/N  they would never think of anything like this. When you called Dean the Night He Ran of the Room and Waked up everybody and he and Sam we’re so worried I Thought they had a panic attack .they probably had one  but well. And when we arrived in your Motel and you weren’t There Y/N, They Looked Like they had Lost the most Important thing in their life’s. Trust me Y/N when I say they Care about you and Love you” I smiled happily “Thanks Cas” He nodded and I decided to Sleep.

I woke up in a Bed. The walls were Grew and there was a Desk and a chair in the room. Two little tables on each side of the bed and a Closet.  I saw my Stuff in the bags next to the door. I Searched for something to wear. I changed in Blue jeans and a Green top. I didn’t feel like doing my hair so I did a Messy Bun. I walked out of the Room and started walking. I had 0 idea where I was going until I was in the Hallway Like room where I Met everybody The day I broke in the Bunker. But right now no one was here. I Walked to a Bookshelf’s and took one Out “Everything about Dragons” I looked surprised. I took the book and walked in the Kitchen. Sam and Dean were in it. “You told me so much but you forgot to tell me that Dragons are real” They Turned around and smiled “Good Morning to you too” I sat down next to Dean  ,and Sam gave me a Plate with Beacon and eggs. I shook my head “I don’t really eat breakfast.” Sam looked at me like I had punched Him in the face. “Why? It’s the most important meal of the day!” Dean took some beacon and ate it “Ok Mum, I just can’t really eat anything in the Mornings except fruit maybe” Dean Laughed and sam gave him a look “Ok well then here Eat an Apple” He gave me an Apple and I signed “Ok” I bit in the Apple when Castiel came in the Kitchen “good Morning we have a Problem” Dean Looked up to his Friend “What now?” Castiel sat down next to Sam Looked tired. “ Well first of all the Whole World knows now that you two have a Sister. And second of all they are a few Demons that are outside and they want to talk to her”  Dean stood up “Why to her” castile shrug his shoulder “I don’t know dean” I Followed dean “Let me talk to them I mean you Guys are behind me nothing is going to happen!” Dean Looked at me and shook his head “last time when nothing happened you nearly died” I looked over to Sam but he shook his head too “He’s right Y/N. You’re staying here” I sat down and said “I can take care of myself” Sam gave me a look an then they went out. I took out my phone and called Claire. “Hey! Your awake. Dean and Sam told us you were asleep” I signed “Yes, Sam and Dean are out right now because some demons wanted to talk to me and they wouldn’t let me talk with them” Claire laughed “Y/N I think they are Right. Demons they are not like ghost or werewolf’s” I Stood up and walked through the Bunker “I know But-“ Claire interrupted me “Y/N Sam and Dean wont let you do anything for a little bit. They almost Lost you. You can’t imagine how upset they were. They love you but you should listen to them “ I took the book about dragons from the Kitchen and walked to my room  and left the door open “I Know Claire” She laughed “I know how you feel Y/N trust me.” I sat down on my bed and opened the book “Thanks Claire” She laughed again “Anytime Y/N. I- Hey what the hell-.” It sounded like somebody tock Claires phone “Claire everything ok?” I heard Alex voice on the phone “She’s alright. It’s me Alex” I laughed “Did you really took her phone?” “What Nooo. Well yes but that doesn’t matter right now” I heard Claire cursing in the background “Y/N So how are you?” I smiled “Better thanks for asking” I heard Claire saying something to alex “Oh And how is Jack?” My face felt like it was on fire “Alex!” She laughed “I’m just asking a normal question!” I sighed “Yeah. Well I just waked up I don’t really know we’re he is” Alex laughed again “I find it super Cute how you get so nervous when I talk about Jack” I Laid down in Bed “Because you see things that aren’t there ok!”  I heard Claire saying in the Background “Well you said it. Go ask Jack” I gasped “Really Claire? With Alex I understand but now you too?” I heard them laugh and I had a smile on my face too. Then Alex spoke again “Listen Y/N I know there is something”  There was a knock on my door and I sat up. Jack stood there, he looked like he played with a grizzly bear. He looked at me and said “Can I come in?” I nodded “Omg Claire its Jack! Come Y/N tell him abou-“  I panicked and said “We will talk later guys bye!” I hung up and closed my eyes. God this was so awkward.  I looked up and saw that Jack was Reading the book about dragons. “I ehm wanted to learn things and I started with Dragons” He gave me the Book back “How are you feeling” His Eyes looked like they could see through me. “Not so god.” He sat on the edge of my bed and looked at me “Do you want to talk about it?” I shook my head “Not really” He looked a little sad “Can I do something to help you?” I smiled “Well I could really use some chocolate” He had a Big smile on His face And stood up “come I know where we can get some” I followed him through the Bunker We were in the Kitchen and he looked around to see if someone was here “I know that Dean would it all of them if he had the Change so I had to hide them.” He opened a cupboard and got out some chocolate. He took my hand and we went back to my room where he gave me some. I smiled “thanks” I ate something and he laughed “It’s good right?” I nodded and he ate some too. I looked to him “Jack do you have Claire’s or Alex’s phone numbers?” he shook his head and I sighed “Good” He looked confused and I just shook my head. “Y/N,? Jack?” We heard Castiel calling our names so we went to the noise. When we saw him he Looked to me and then to Jack “You two Go Hide right Now!” I heard guns outside I looked to castile “Cas whats happening?” He was about to say something but a lightning Pushed everybody  back. I looked up and saw a man standing there. He hand dark blond hair. And red eyes. He was looking at cas “Oh Brother did You really think Hiding will help her?” I saw how Sam and Dean were Running down the Stairs and Pointed they guns at the man. He just Laughed “Oh please don’t shoot me with you little bullets! Like I would care!” Dean Looked at me Panicked and the man Laughed “You should be worried Deany” I was about to stood up but Jack stood in front of me. The man looked at Jack “Really Son? You are going to Protect her” I froze. Jack is  His son? then he has to be “Oh im sorry that I didn’t introduce myself to you flower” He bowed “My name is Lucifer.”  Sam Came near us and Dean went slowly to cas who was lying on the Ground. Sam Looked at me and then To Lucifer “If you touch her I will-“ Lucifer Laughed “You will do what? What are you going to do Sammy? Tell me because I’m curious” Dean got up and shoot e few bullets in to Lucifer’s chest he just looked bored at dean, He lifted his arm and dean got pushed Against a wall. “Dean!” Me and sam said together and Sam shoot all his bullets too. And Just like dean he got pinned against a wall. I looked at them shocked “Ok!” I screamed and Lucifer looked at me smiling “What did you say” Jack looked back to me “Y/N Stop” I ignored him and castiel “You want me? Then let my family in Peace” Lucifer Laughed “Winchesters they’re all the same. But I Promise that I will let them live in Peace” Jack grapped my hand and pushed me further behind him “She isn’t going anywhere “ I saw cas Standing up with the Angel blade in his hands. Lucifer just lifted his Arm again and cas was pinned next to Dean. “Y/N You’re not fucking going” I looked to sam and Dean. Sam shook his head “Y/N No!” I smiled sadly at them and looked back to Lucifer who was enjoying all this. I took the Knife I had and cut me in the hand. Dean screamed at Lucifer “You Bastard Don’t Touch her. You listening?! I will hunt you down and kill you slowly!” Lucifer walked towards Dean and I looked at Jack and whispered “Trust me. I have a Plan ok” He looked at me angry and shook his hand i sighed “Jack please. Can you hold him in place for like 2 seconds?” He looked at me like I had gone crazy but sighed then and nodded. I Smiled “I’ll give you a sign when I’m ready” I squeezed his hand.  I looked up and saw Lucifer talking to Dean. I stood up and walked towards Lucifer Sam saw it and screamed “Y/N! Fuck stop this Y/N.” Lucifer turned around and I saw dean face. He looked so broken “Y/N Don’t” Lucifer smiled and walked towards me with open arms “Oh I see the flower is ready” I had my hands behind my back noting in them I Looked to Sam Dean And cas again. “Jack” I said. And Lucifer looked confused then  I heard behind me “Y/N NOW!” the next things I did felt like someone was controlling me. I walked forward and put my bloody hand on Lucifers Chest. He screamed in Pain and then I said a few words and he wasn’t here anymore. I felt to my knees and looked at my hands. I was so Confused. I saw how Dean and Sam ran towards me but I couldn’t hear then all I could here was someone Chuckling. Dean Hugged me and when he saw I wasn’t reacting he shook me. And after a while I heard him again”Y/N- Hey Y/N!!” I looked up in his eyes. “What happened?” Sam hugged me this time and looked at my hands “Do you remember anything?” I shook my head and looked around “I remember saying to Jack I had a Plan but I didn’t” I fell into Sam’s shoulder and he catches me “Y/N?” I sighed “I’m tired” Cas walked towards us and stood next to Dean. “Do you still know the witch that helped you back then to erase her memory?” Dean nodded. “Good because we will need her” Sam rubbed my back “Everthing is going to be alright” I shook my Head and looked into his eyes. I had tears in my eyes “What am I Sammy?” He gave me a little smile “You are Y/N Winchester. A Badass Hunter. The strongest girl I ever saw and you’re our Sister!”  I Put my head on his shoulders. “But what am I ?” No one could give me an answer. Sam helped me with my hands and Gave me something to eat after that I went in my room. The book about dragons still there. I grabbed my bag where I put a few personal thing from ohio. I looked at the Pictures. They showed me as an child. Smiling playing in the sand. And another me with another kid playing something. I put then on my desk and laid in my bed. I only caused trouble. Everbody wants me and I don’t even know why.

[sickofyourfandombullshit]

Heathers 2018

So when I saw @princess-has-a-pen​ post about the new Heathers remake I had to look it up for two reasons:

1. I’m a huge fan of the Movie and Musical and 2. I had to see the fucking horror show that Spike TV was no doubt going to turn it into.

Now Princess asked in their tags the exact same thing I asked myself when I saw the post:

“Why?”

Well friends, strap yourselves in cuz I’m about to take you for a fucking ride.

Why remake Heathers? A movie that has solidified itself as a cult classic for it’s gritty, fucked up story and characters that took pretty much every kid who went to high school in the 80′s (or any time really) life and amped it up to 11?

Cuz the original Heathers is full of 'problematic' things and they can now remake it to be more 'progressive' while snagging a new audiance of younglings who know about Heathers because of the musical.

Now my friends, as I stated before, I love both the movie and the Musical, but as a mature, rational fan over the age of 30, I can look at something I love and point out it’s flaws and believe me, when it comes to the source material, Heathers the Musical is stuffed full of flaws and that creates some problems.

I am pretty sure all the Tumblrinas who idolize ‘Heathers’ have only seen the musical because honestly, the ‘date’ scene where Heather McNamara gets raped in the background would be enough to make them REEEEEE all the way to the fucking bank.

Like legit, she is literally struggling under her date (and not in a fun way) to make him stop and Veronica just fucking leaves her there. We don’t see her get away or anything, so you can only assume that that whole thing didn’t end well, especially given how miserable McNamara is in the movie to begin with.

The Muscial made light of a lot of the grim parts the movie worked to highlight, specifically bullying and suicide and the dangers of giving into pressure and just  being a fucking terrible human being. Not to mention it twisted things in a way that actually reinforced some harmful tropes. Specifically with the two main characters JD and Heather.

JD in the movie is a completely sociopath who physically and mentally abuses Veronica for almost the entire thing and in the Musical they gave him the stereotypical ‘troubled boy who wanted to make the world better but it just got out of hand’ treatment. Like “Oh yeah, he murders three people and tries to blow up a school but his dad’s a jerk and his mommy committed suicide so you can’t blame him! Deep down he’s just a tortured soul who really loves Veronica!”. Spoilers! He doesn’t love Veronica, at least not in any way that should be even entertained as any sort of ‘love’. He and Veronica’s relationship coupled with his ‘sacrifice’ at the end of the play made me cringe extra hard because it felt like it was romanticizing abusive relationships and in all honesty it was. A specific scene from the Musical where I thought they were actually going to address the toxicity of their ‘relationship’ (at the end of the ‘Our Love is God’ musical number where Veronica seems to have a mental break down as she screams ‘Our Love is God’ over and over again as if to drown out the fact that she just assisted in the murder of two people), was brushed under the rug the next scene and seemingly forgotten about till something ELSE big happens and then it’s fucking Ground Hogs Day apparently.

Veronica in the movie joined the Heathers before the movie even began because she wanted to be popular and due to her skill in forgery is pretty much made their pet project. She’s not as much of a cunt as Chandler or Duke but she's still pretty fucking bad. She kills Kurt herself, blows off her actual best friend in exchange for shallow popularity, laughs over Heather Chandler dying and only turns on JD when the suicide note she writes for Heather Chandler backfires and causes people to glorify Chandler as a saint. This as well leads her to realize that it’s pointless to kill people because someone else just takes their place as “The Mythic Bitch” ala Heather Duke’s transformation (also because JD straight up slaps her in the face for trying to back out on him). She only ever does anything semi sweet at the VERY end after JD gets blown up. In the Musical she is portrayed as a sweet innocent little buttercup who is super besties with Martha and sticks up for the little guy and never meant to hurt anyone and was just dragged into everything bad by bad people. She feels constantly guilty for it and seems unable to make any actual choices herself outside of breaking into JD’s house to fuck him. She’s totally innocent guys. Totes.

And before you say “C’moooon it’s a fuckin’ Muscial!” you need to go watch you some Dear Evan Hansen or Les Miserables because those two Musicals are heavy as fuck and had no problem in showing how fucked up serious shit like war and suicide was through flawed characters.

Now with this new series coming out it seems destined to fail. It has only been releasing Instagram videos to promote the show and already it’s hitting all the same old PC points while being SO EDGY at the same time. It’s Riverdale all fucking over again.

“The terrible trio is more like a set of outcasts who have taken over Westerberg High School.” -EW article

Like really? Fuckin’ really? The Heathers were all popular girls due to their wealth (McNamara), beauty (Duke) and over all exuding of confidence and attitude backed up by all of the previously stated assets (Chandler). They weren’t a bunch of outcasts. They took pride in how they looked and how people saw them. I don’t understand this fucking need to make every kid nowadays an ‘outcast’ in an effort to make them ‘relatable’. They did it to every kid in the Power Rangers remake and MJ in Spider-Man: Homecoming and it’s starting to  get fucking annoying. Oh well, gotta get them kids with all that EDGE!

So let’s look at the ‘Heathers’ (I can’t bring myself to not put that in quotation marks when talking about these piles of hot garbage):

Heather Chandler is a plus-sized, Skrillex haired edge lord who looks like every Tumblr Feminist/Suicide Girls reject and literally gives off no aura of power or fear at all. She just comes off as some fat bitch who found the HAAS RadFem movement on Twitter and used it to fill herself with enough undeserved self importance to justify being a cunt to everyone. Yes, where the original Heather Chandler got her power and reputation through sheer intimidation and personality, this Heather Chandler looks like the type of girl who will physically assault you in the bathroom and threaten to sit on you till you die.

Gee golly, I see Heather Duke is a sassy gay male now (and a white one at that). Wow, it’s not like that hasn’t been done a billion fucking times. Funny that he’s a white dude whose character in the movie and play turns out to capitalize on Heather Chandler’s death to raise their own status to the ‘queen bitch’ of the school. That’ll do GREAT for gay stereotypes I’m sure.

Aaaaand Heather McNamara, our possibly Asian possibly Latinx butprobably just party bag of mixed race token character who is the literal punching bag of the group. At least that seems to have not changed but I am sure it’ll help add shallow sympathy since now it’s not a bunch of white kids beating up on a little white girl, it’s a bunch of white kids beating up on a little minority girl. Goodie goodie.

The rest:

JD literally gets nothing to show from his video except one speaking line where he is telling Veronica that she’s “Not like Heather Chandler” she’s “better” while quick cutting a bunch of random shots from the show that mostly seem pointless and just confusing with one flash of him apparently running the flat of a knife on his palm behind his back? So we get nothing from our poor, tortured sociopath. I can just hear the producers of this show now: “We can’t show him being too soft or the old fans might not watch it and can’t show him being a psychotic asshole or the Musical fans won’t watch it, so make it just as cluster fucking and confusing as possible so no one will ask questions and just be drawn in with all the cheap visual click bait!”

For Veronica we again get nothing. One line of “Dear Diary, I hate my friends but that doesn’t mean I want them DEAD!” followed by more random cuts of shots from the show, many of bloody scenes and hints of violence but a lot more of just weird confusing scenes that make no sense. It’s kind of funny for the sheer reason that they seem to be banking on people just already knowing who these characters are ala the original movie but at the same time are trying to pull in new audience members with all the vague quick cutting which they seem to have mistaken for ‘mystery’.

And last  but not least, we have Betty Finn. What’s that? “Who if Betty Finn?” all you fans of the Musical ask? Well you wouldn’t know who Betty is unless you watched the MOVIE cuz Betty is who Martha Dump Truck replaced in the Musical because Betty wasn’t fucking sad sacky enough and they didn’t want to clutter the script with such a minor character. Betty was smart and an actual good person, the only good person in the movie honestly, who was Veronica’s friend since they were in diapers. She didn’t have a huge part in the movie outside of providing some blackmail material for JD to use against Heather Duke and trying to get Veronica to stop being such a moron (which failed). Now she’s appears to be the stereotypical side character that will be prominent in the show, probably as a comic relief character or plot device to be used against Veronica at some point.

Now, there is a huge question you have to ask:

Where is Martha? Will Martha even be in the series? Alright, it’s two questions but you get the point.

I have two guesses;

1. Possibly

but more than likely

2. No. Absolutely not.

Why do you ask? Because Martha’s character served as a plot device in both the Movie and the Musical to show how awful the Heathers really were and how their bullying was actually dangerous. Martha was a fat, slow, ugly dump of a girl. Problem is, you can’t make fun of that anymore. It’s not ‘progressive’ to make fun of people with those flaws. As well it wouldn’t make sense, Heather Chandler is fat in this remake. Unless they’re going to go full retard with some kind of ‘internalized fatphobia’ shit it wouldn’t make sense to make fun of Martha for that. Heather McNamara is the stereotypical ditzy airhead which doesn’t seem to have changed in this remake so to make fun of someone being ���slow’ while laughing at an Air-Head-of-Color would just be super duper mean!

If they DO put Martha in, she will either have to still be dumpy, slow and fat and end up being the most popular character in the end for ‘not giving into societies beauty standards’ or some shit, OR she will have to actually flat out die from her suicide attempt to push the EDGE and drive plot.

Either way this whole thing is going to be a train wreck that will either take off at the idiotic rate in which Teen Wolf and Riverdale did or be an utter failure.

I seriously hope for the latter. Sorry this is so long and there are probably some spelling and grammar errors. It’s literally 2:30 in the morning and the Monster I drank is starting to ware off so I’m running on fumes.

[wayward-marvel-sommer1196]

Almost Like A Horror Flick

Pairing: Steve x Reader

Warnings: Blood, torture, murder, hostage, reader as bait, creepy clown mask (I have a sort of clown phobia so I put this just in case)

Word Count: 3118

A/N: This was written for Samii Gets Scary Writing Challenge @senselesssamii . Congrats on all the followers. My prompt was “You know that part in scary movies when somebody does something really stupid and everyone hates them for it? This is it?” This whole horror thing was cool to try. As always, no beta all mistakes min and feedback is more than welcomed.

Summary: You and Steve go for a night out at the movies. After the movie and on your walk home your night turns into something straight out of a horror movie.

^ignore the words 

Steve Rogers was Captain America. This is a fact that everyone knew. This was how everyone saw him. He was always Captain America and never just Steve Rogers. You knew that feeling all too well. Being raised and trained in the Red Room with Nat all you were ever seen as was the killer assassin you were made to be, not y/n l/n, the innocent girl that didn’t have a choice. This fact was how you and Steve became best friends. This was also how your routine with him began.

Every Friday, if y’all weren’t on a mission, you and Steve would go out and see a movie together. Nothing fancy, just two friends going out to see the funniest movie they can find in the theaters and getting the junkiest junk food they can to distract them from the horrors they have seen in their lives. The theater y’all frequented was only a mile away from the tower so you always walked to get some fresh air and feel normal every now and again.

This Friday, however your mission ran late. So, instead of seeing the usual 5 o’clock movie, you had to catch the 8 o’clock which you didn’t really mind. The movie ended a little after ten and you guys began you little journey back to the tower. You were glad you chose your sweater outfit as it started to get a bit chilly.

After a few minutes of walking the hairs on the back of your neck started to stand. You felt like you were being followed. You looked over to Steve, who had his arm over your shoulder, and he gave you a squeeze telling you he felt it too. So, you both made the decision to walk in the opposite direction of the tower, not wanting to lead anyone back.

You found yourselves walking in an alley way in almost complete darkness. The creepy factor was really starting to settle in. Suddenly, a noise caught your attention and you turned only to see one of New York’s famous giant alley rats. You chuckled to yourself thinking you were just being paranoid and your assassin spy side was just creeping to the surface. That’s when you felt Steve starting to fall to the ground. There was a dart sticking out of his neck. Before you could react, you felt a sharp pain in the side of your neck and the darkness took over. You were hit with a tranquillizer dart and who knows where you would wake up.

Slowly but surely you began to open your eyes only to discover your hands were strapped to a table above your head and your legs were strapped down as well. Your arms and legs where spread apart and who ever tied you down knew what they were doing. You looked down to see your sweater had been torn off. You were stuck and for once didn’t know how you were going to get out.

You looked around to find Steve with no luck but noticed you were in a run-down warehouse of some sort. You couldn’t tell exactly due to the lack of light in the building. You heard a clatter almost like metal on metal and you turned your head to the direction the noise came from. That’s when you knew you were fucked.

The noise came from other girls who were chained in cages in nothing but their underwear. They seemed drugged up to the point they had no fight in them. Their stomachs and arms were covered in old white scars and some fresher red ones. For the first time since you were a young girl you were scared for your life.

That’s when a bang on the cages caught your attention and you saw your capturer. He had a considerably large blade in his hands and a fucking clown mask over his face. Really!!???!?!!? It had to be a clown mask. You hated clowns. It was stupid and childish, you knew that, but hey they freaked you out and just made this situation so much worse for you.

“You, my beautiful specimen, are going to be the next part of my collection,” he said with a nightmarish voice as he used the blade to wipe the hair out of your face.

“Over my dead body,” you respond with venom dripping from your voice. Your spy training was really coming in handy in hiding your fear here.

“That’s the plan, my dear.”

A sickening chill ran down your spine as he said that. You could really use a blue eyed, 6-foot super soldier right about now. Or rather just his strength to pull from these restraints.

“Where’s Steve?”

“Oh, don’t you worry your pretty little face about your precious boyfriend, my dear. He will be taken care off.”

You didn’t bother to argue about the boyfriend comment. It actually came up a lot. Since you and Steve were such close friends many people misconstrued that relationship as a romantic one. But you couldn’t lie you didn’t mind him being called your boyfriend.

“You keep telling yourself that, creep. He won’t be so easy to put down.”

“You let me worry about that. You should be more concerned about yourself at the moment,” he said as he dragged the blade across your stomach.

You let out a blood curdling scream. The knife was exceptionally sharp and he had to have gone down at least three inches into your scream.

He dragged the blade across your abdomen a few more times. Each time feeling deeper than the last eliciting screams and tears from you. You could feel the blood dripping down your stomach, rolling off our sides. He began to attack your arms when, thankfully, he decided he needed a different blade. You let out a sigh of relief for the break.

Steve POV

I felt stiff and like I was laying on a concrete floor. When I opened my eyes that is exactly where I was laying on a concrete floor in a steel cage. A thick steel cage. I tried to pull the door of its hinges but that didn’t work. I tried to push the door out but that didn’t work either. Whoever took us knew how to keep someone locked up.

That’s when I remembered y/n. She wasn’t in here with me. Where is she? No, no, no, no, this can’t be happening. I looked out of the cage only to be met with a gruesome sight. A metal table that looked to have restraints attached to it. It was covered in a layer of blood. It didn’t look to fresh or maybe it was. I couldn’t be sure. It was really dark in this warehouse. If it wasn’t fresh than it couldn’t be y/n’s right? Or maybe it could. How long have I been unconscious?

Whatever they used to drug did a good job at jumbling my brain a bit. It couldn’t focus on one thing. It started asking so many questions that I couldn’t answer. The only one thing I knew for sure was that I needed to find y/n. I need to make sure she is okay and hurt anyone who made her not okay.

She was my best friend, or at least that’s how it looked to the outside world and that’s the part I played. The truth is I am in love with her. Have been since about a week after I met her. I know that sounds really soon but she was beautiful, badass, and saw me as Steve Rogers, the kid from Brooklyn, not Captain America, the super soldier out of his time. That last part is my favorite thing about her. She sees me as me, just like I see her as her, and not the killer spy assassin she was made to be. I see y/n the kind heart girl who didn’t have a choice and did the best she could to survive.

She survived the Red Room. I had to make damn sure she survived this. She didn’t escape hell to be taken out by some psycho. No, I’m had to get her out of this.

As he was trying to come up with a plan to get out of the cage he heard you scream. A scream of pure pain. He knew that scream. He had heard it before.

Moscow – 3 years ago

You and Steve were posing as an undercover couple to get knowledge from a Hydra operative. You guys were supposedly wealthy and wanted to invest in Hydra. Besides the criminals and the breaking the law part it was nice. Even if it was pretending it was nice to be a “couple” with you even for a little bit.

The initial meeting had gone perfectly and the guy loved you. He actually seemed excited to bring you guys on as business partners. However, the second meeting he acted strange the entire time and kept eyeing you up and down making Steve clench his jaw and ball his fists.

The next day he had a solo meeting with the man and when they were done he definitely knew something was wrong. He rushed home, or what you called home for the mission, and saw the place was trash, there was blood drops all through the place and you were gone.

Turns out one of your old contacts from your days as the Red Widow had been in on this deal and recognized you and blew your cover. Ivan was his name and he had taken you. He had you for two days beating you, slicing you, and using different torture methods to get what information they could out of you.

When Steve found you, he heard you scream and saw that you were knocking on deaths door. Turns out they underestimated you because they gave you everything they had and you never cracked. Steve simultaneously loved and hated that about you.

He almost lost you then, he wasn’t going to let it happen again. Your scream gave him the strength he needed to kick down the cage door. He ran towards your screams as fast as he could.

Reader POV

You were getting really light head from the blood loss. You could still feel it streaming down your sides onto the table below. You couldn’t believe you escaped torture just to be thrown right back into it. Of course. It figures this would be how you go.

Suddenly, you saw a shadow approaching the table you were tied to.

“Please, no more. I can’t take anymore, please,” you begged as the tears started to stream down your face.

“Hey Doll, shhh…. It’s just me, Steve. I’ve got you. I’m going to get you out of here sound good?” he said rubbing the top of your head to calm you. He looked to your restraints thanking god they weren’t chains but rather leather belts. He yanked them out of place, all four of them, and grabs you off the table placing you on your wobbly feet. He noticed your state of undress so he took off his shirt and gave it to you to cover up. Thankfully he still had his white tank top on underneath.

“Steve, he’s coming back. He just went to grab another blade to continue to slice up my arms,” you said looking at Steve with fear in your eyes which through him for a loop because you never looked scared.

Before he could respond your capturer knocked Steve over the head with a heavy lead pipe, disorienting him, and grabbed you.

“You can’t leave my dear. You are far too beautiful and make a perfect addition to my dolls,” he said as he flicked the lights on and saw dead bodies of women much like yourself hanging on the walls almost like they were on display. He takes this moment of distraction and starts to drag you away from Steve, but Steve picks up the lead pipe your capturer dropped and hits him over the head with it. He grabbed you and y’all ran.

The warehouse you were in was quite large and held many rooms. Each room you passed was mush like yours with the metal table and restraints. Most still had blood in them which made you sick to your stomach thinking about your own table. Each room held a different torture method. Some had hammers, some had knives like yours, some had electric paddles, and so on and so forth. This guy made it his life’s journey to torture women and you had become his next victim. You were beginning to think you were never going to make it out of there alive.

You heard him coming so you and Steve hid in the nearest room. As soon as you heard him go by you turned around to see the arsenal behind you.

“You know I really wish you had your shield right now,” you said looking at Steve.

“Well Doll, I try to make it a habit not to bring my work on a date,” Steve said turning red at the word he used.

“Uhhh… Date???”

“Night out, chill out, hang out, whatever you want to call it. The point of it is to forget about work and Captain America.”

You looked at him strangely and felt a tingling in stomach. You couldn’t help but like the sound of a date with Steve. What? No. You don’t like Steve like that. He’s your best friend. There’s no way you have those feelings, right?

Before you could think about it any longer you heard a noise and grabbed the closest sharp weapon to you which just so happened to be an axe.

“You know that part in scary movies when somebody does something really stupid and everyone hates them for it? This is it,” you stated hunched over looking at Steve.

“Y/n, what are you about to do?” he said looking at you with a raised eyebrow.

“You got my back, right?”

“Always Doll.”

“I’m the bait,” you spat out and before he could say anything else you ran into the hall calling out for the sick son of a bitch to come get you.

He turned the corner and came charging towards you. You managed to lift the axe and slice his arm pretty good, but it wasn’t enough. He grabbed you and pulled out his blade.

“You stupid bitch. You could have been part of something beautiful but instead you chose the jock who will through you away like a piece of garbage like they all do,” he spat in your ear.

At that moment Steve jumped out with a sword.

“I would never do such a thing, you are the messed up one here,” Steve retorted.

As your capturer went to stab you in the stomach Steve took the sword and rammed it through your capturer’s stomach effectively killing him and saving you.

He dropped the bloody sword and scooped you up in his arms giving you the biggest hug he could muster.

“Ouch, Steve. Still kind of bleeding out here,” you said wincing and he let you go.

You reached down in the man’s pocket looking for his phone only to be surprised to find your phone. You took and dialed Tony’s number.

“Y/n, hey. Where are you? It’s like 4 in the morning,” Tony said groggily through the phone.

“Yeah sorry about that. Ummm… I don’t know where we are. I need you to trace my phone and come get us.”

“Us? Us who? And how do you not know where you are?”

“I’m with Steve and it’s a long horrible story Tony. I’ll tell you it once I’m back at the tower and not bleeding out where Ii stand.

“Shit, okay. On my way now,” he said as he hung up the phone.

Tony was there in less than minutes and had you in the infirmary in 15. Which is where you were now. Laying in a hospital bed in a hospital gown wishing you were anywhere else. But the 100 stitches in your abdomen were telling you to stay put as well as just about everyone else in the tower. Natasha went into a frenzy wanting to kill who did this to you but you told her Steve already took care of it. She smiled and left you alone with him so you could talk.

“You know you were incredibly stupid for doing that,” Steve said with an expression on his face you couldn’t quite read.

“For one, I told it was going to be stupid and two I knew you would have my back and that was the only way to draw him out to kill him.”

“Well, you can’t do that to me because I love you damn it and I can’t stand to see you hurt,” he said with anger, concern, and sincerity written all over his face.

This confession left you shocked. You had just been pondering the possible feelings you might have for him and now he says he loves you? You couldn’t form any words. Maybe you did love him. He was the only stable close male relationship you have ever maintained in your life. He always saved you and had your back. You loved the time you spent with him. Was this love? The only way you could think to respond was to pull him into a kiss and to your surprise he grabbed your face with his giant hands and deepened the kiss.

You finally parted and you said, “I’m sorry for scaring you, but if we want this to happen you are going to have to get over it because we are both Avengers and it’s the job.”

“You’re going to be the death of me Doll,” he said with a smile as he sat next to you on the hospital bed.

“First, yeah probably. Secondly, as much as I love it, I’m going to need you to stop calling me doll. At least for now. Because when I hear it, all Ii can think about are those poor women and what that psycho was planning for me,” you said with a smirk as you cuddled into his side.

“Got it, sweetheart. I’ll also let Buck now. It’s just kind of an old habit, but I get it.”

You both laid there in each other’s arms until you both fell asleep and the rest of the Avengers started exchanging money on the bets they made on how long it would take you two to admit your feelings for each other. Ultimately Buck and Nat tied and were both the happiest that you guys took the swan dive.

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