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Bryce and Bobby are the fucking best.
Their cuddles are warm, and comforting.
Not to mention you get them every night.
Now, when you're upset, they treat you so well, better than they do already.
And they treat you wonderfully no matter what.
But they just treat you like literal delicate royalty when you're upset.
Blankets and pillows galore
Snacks galore
Anything you want, Bryce is screaming at Donovan to go get.
Anything you need, Bobby is racing out the door to get you.
They also give the best kisses.
Now, you may think that Bobby's kisses are sloppy but they're really not.
His kisses are soft and delicate and sweet.
Bryce doesn't kiss often, but when she does, it is extremely romantic.
She prefers to kiss your hand or your chest (as stated in previous headcanons)
Your nightly routine is... something.
ððšð® ðð«ð«ð¢ð¯ðð ð¡ðšðŠð ðð«ðšðŠ ð°ðšð«ð€ ð¥ðððð« ðð¡ðð§ ð§ðšð«ðŠðð¥, ð ð¬ðð«ðð¬ð¬ðð®ð¥ ððð² ðð¬ ð®ð¬ð®ðð¥. ððšð°, ð²ðšð® ðð¢ðð§'ð ð©ðð«ðð¢ðð®ðð«ð¥ð² ð§ððð ððš ð°ðšð«ð€, ð ð¢ð¯ðð§ ð°ð¡ðš ð²ðšð®ð« ð ð¢ð«ð¥ðð«ð¢ðð§ð ð°ðð¬. ðð®ð ð²ðšð® ð¥ð¢ð€ðð ð¢ð! ððšð® ð¬ð¥ð¢ð ð²ðšð®ð« ð£ððð€ðð ðð«ðšðŠ ð²ðšð®ð« ðð«ðŠð¬, ð¡ðð§ð ð¢ð§ð ð¢ð ðšð§ ðð¡ð ðšð¯ðð«ð¥ð²-ððð§ðð² ððšððð«ððð€ ðð² ðð¡ð ððšðšð«.
ððšð® ð¡ð®ðŠðŠðð ð ð ðð§ðð¥ð ðð®ð§ð, ððððšð«ð ð°ðð¥ð€ð¢ð§ð ððšð°ðð«ð ð²ðšð®ð« ð¬ð¡ðð«ðð ð«ðšðšðŠ. ððšððð² ð ð«ððððð ð²ðšð® ð°ð¢ðð¡ ðŠðšð«ð ðšð ð ð¬ðªð®ððð³ð ðð¡ðð§ ð ð¡ð®ð , ðð§ð ð¥ð¢ðððð ð²ðšð® ðð«ðšðŠ ðð¡ð ð ð«ðšð®ð§ð ð¬ð¥ð¢ð ð¡ðð¥ð². ð ð¬ðŠðð¥ð¥ ð¥ðð®ð ð¡ ðð«ð®ð©ððð ðð«ðšðŠ ð²ðšð®, ð§ð®ð³ð³ð¥ð¢ð§ð ð¢ð§ððš ð¡ð¢ð¬ ððšð®ðð¡. ðð®ð ðšð ðð¡ð ððšð«ð§ðð« ðšð ð²ðšð®ð« ðð²ð, ð²ðšð® ððšð®ð¥ð ð¬ðð ðð«ð²ðð ð¬ððð§ð ðð§ð ðŠðð€ð ð¡ðð« ð°ðð² ððšð°ðð«ð ð²ðšð® ðð°ðš.
ðð§ð ðšð ð²ðšð®ð« ððð¯ðšð«ð¢ðð ðð¡ð¢ð§ð ð¬ ðððšð®ð ðð«ð²ðð ð¢ð¬ ð¡ðð« ð©ðð«ð¬ðšð§ðð¥ð¢ðð². ðð¡ð ððšð®ð¥ð ð¬ðð§ð¬ð ðð¯ðð«ð² ðšð®ð§ðð ðšð ð¬ðð«ðð¬ð¬ ððšðŠð¢ð§ð ðð«ðšðŠ ð²ðšð®, ð¬ð¢ðŠð©ð¥ð² ðð² ððð¢ð§ð ð¢ð§ ðð¡ð ð¬ððŠð ð«ðšðšðŠ ðð¬ ð²ðšð®. ðð¬ ððšððð² ð¬ðð ð²ðšð® ððšð°ð§, ð¡ð ð¥ððð ð¡ð¢ð¬ ðð«ðŠð¬ ð°ð«ðð©ð©ðð ð¥ðšðšð¬ðð¥ð² ðð«ðšð®ð§ð ð²ðšð® ð°ðð¢ð¬ð. ðð«ð²ðð ð¬ððð©ð©ðð ððšð«ðð°ðð«ð, ð€ð¢ð¬ð¬ð¢ð§ð ð²ðšð®ð« ððšð«ðð¡ððð ððððšð«ð ðŠðð€ð¢ð§ð ð¡ðð« ð°ðð² ððš ðð¡ð ðšð¯ðð«ð¬ð¢ð³ðð ððð ðð§ð ð ð«ðððð¢ð§ð ð ðð¥ðð§ð€ðð. ððððð¢ð§ð ðð¡ð ð«ðšðšðŠ, ððšððð² ðð«ðšð°ð§ðð, ð§ð®ð³ð³ð¥ð¢ð§ð ð¡ð¢ð¬ ðððð ðð¡ð¢ð¥ðð¢ð¬ð¡ð¥ð² ð¢ð§ððš ð²ðšð®ð« ð§ððð€. "ððšð°, ð ðŠðð² ð§ðšð ðð ðð¡ð ð¬ðŠðð«ððð¬ð ððð«ð«ðšð«ð¢ð¬ð ð¢ð§ ððŠðð«ð¢ðð, ðð®ð ð²ðšð® ð¬ð¡ðšð®ð¥ð ðªð®ð¢ð ð²ðšð®ð« ð£ðšð."
ððšð® ð ðð¯ð ð ð¬ðŠðð¥ð¥ ð¥ðð®ð ð¡, ð€ð¢ð¬ð¬ð¢ð§ð ð¡ð¢ð¬ ððšð«ðð¡ððð. ððšððð² ð¥ðð ð ðš ðšð ð²ðšð®, ð¡ðð©ð©ð¢ð¥ð² ðŠðð€ð¢ð§ð ð¡ð¢ð¬ ð°ðð² ððšð°ðð«ð ðð¡ð ððð ðð§ð ð©ð¥ðšð©ð©ð¢ð§ð ððšð°ð§. ððšð® ð§ðšðð¢ððð ðð¡ðð² ð°ðð«ð ððšðð¡ ð¢ð§ ðð¡ðð¢ð« ð©ðð£ððŠðð¬, ðð§ð ð²ðšð® ð¡ððð§'ð ð§ðšðð¢ððð ðð¡ð ðð¢ðŠð. "ðð¡ðð ðð¢ðŠð ð¢ð¬ ð¢ð, ðð«ð²ðð¢ð?" ððšð® ðð¬ð€ðð ðð«ð²ðð ðð¬ ð¬ð¡ð ð¡ðð¥ð©ðð ð²ðšð® ðšð®ð ðšð ð²ðšð®ð« ð°ðšð«ð€ ðšð®ððð¢ð ððððšð«ð ð¡ðð¥ð©ð¢ð§ð ð²ðšð® ð¢ð§ððš ð©ðð£ððŠðð¬. ððšð°, ð²ðšð® ð°ðð«ðð§'ð ð ðð¡ð¢ð¥ð, ðð§ð ðð«ð²ðð ð€ð§ðð° ðð¡ðð. ðð¡ð ð¡ðð ð ð¡ððð¢ð ðšð ð¡ðð¥ð©ð¢ð§ð ð²ðšð® ð°ð¢ðð¡ ð¯ðð«ð² ð¬ð¢ðŠð©ð¥ð ðð¡ð¢ð§ð ð¬ ð°ð¡ðð§ ð²ðšð® ð°ðð«ð ð¬ðð«ðð¬ð¬ðð, ðð§ð ð²ðšð® ððšð®ð¥ðð§'ð ððð§ð² ðð¡ðð ð²ðšð® ð¥ðšð¯ðð ð¢ð. "ðð¥ðŠðšð¬ð ðð¥ðð¯ðð§ (11)," ðð¡ð ððšð¥ð ð²ðšð®, ð°ð«ðð©ð©ð¢ð§ð ðð¡ð ðð¥ðð§ð€ðð ð¬ð¡ð ð¡ðð ðð«ðšð®ð§ð ð²ðšð®ð« ð¬ðð«ðð¬ð¬ðð ððšðð².
ððšð® ðŠððð ðð§ 'ðšð¡' ðððð ðð¬ ð¬ð¡ð ððšðšð€ ð²ðšð® ððš ðð¡ð ððð, ð¥ðð²ð¢ð§ð ð²ðšð® ððšð°ð§ ð¢ð§ ðð¡ð ðŠð¢ððð¥ð. ðð¡ð ð¥ðð¢ð ð§ðð±ð ððš ð²ðšð®, ð°ð«ðð©ð©ð¢ð§ð ð¡ðð« ðð«ðŠ ðð«ðšð®ð§ð ð²ðšð®ð« ð°ðð¢ð¬ð ðð¬ ððšððð² ð¬ð¥ð¢ð ððšð°ð§ ððš ð§ð®ð³ð³ð¥ð ð¡ð¢ð¬ ðððð ð¢ð§ððš ð²ðšð®ð« ðð¡ðð¬ð. ðð¬ ð²ðšð® ð¬ð¥ðšð°ð¥ð² ð¥ð®ð¥ð¥ðð ðšðð ððš ð¬ð¥ððð©, ð²ðšð® ððšð®ð¥ð ððð¥ð¥ ðð¡ðð ðð«ð²ðð ð°ðð¬ ð¡ð®ðŠðŠð¢ð§ð ð ð¬ðšðð ðð®ð§ð ðð¬ ð¬ð¡ð¬ ð ðð§ðð¥ð² ð«ðð§ ð¡ðð« ðð¢ð§ð ðð«ð¬ ðð¡ð«ðšð®ð ð¡ ð²ðšð®ð« ð¡ðð¢ð«. ðð¡ð ð¬ððŠð ðð®ð§ð ð²ðšð® ð¡ð®ðŠðŠðð ðð¬ ð²ðšð® ð°ðð¥ð€ðð ð¢ð§ ðð¡ð ððšðšð« ððð«ð¥ð¢ðð«.
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THERE ARE NOT ENOUGH BRYCE TANKTHRUST X READERS
I CANNOT STRESS THAT ENOUGH
THERE IS NOT ENOUGH OF HER
I WILL MAKE THEM MYSELF IF NEED BE
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hiiii can i get headcanons for brandon rogers characters with an autistic s/o?
Oh ofc characters chosen random
Brandon Rodger characters with autistic s/o
He is very understanding
He may accidentally trigger you but he tries not to
He will be very gentle
Scared he will mess up
Will ask if you are okay a lot
Has headphones and safe items on him at all times
Very kind and communicates well
She will look up how to help you
She has her guards have safety items with them
She makes a safe room for you connected to her office
She will make sure to get rid of any triggering fabrics or textures
She will ask about your triggers and adjust to them
Has a notebook for you to write in if you are selective mute
Spoils you with things for your special interests
He wants to here all about your special interests
He will be very aware and observant
He will keep headphones on him
He will ask you if you want him to bring anything else
He writes down all your comfort shows and food
He is always prepared and kind
He makes sure not to baby you ethier
He is aware he can be overstimulating and understands
He will try not to be as loud and jumpy
He wants to hear you info dump for hours
Always okay with watching a comfort show or movie
Buys all the comfort food you want
Has a weighted blanket if you ever want it
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Master List
The Four Lordâs
General Headcannons
Accidently Hurting Their s/o
With a Gen Z s/oÂ
Handling their s/o being flirted with
Non-Binary/Genderfluid s/o
The Four Turning On mother Miranda (pt1)
The Four Turning On Mother Miranda (pt2)
Mono in the Village
Warming Up to You
âI Love Youâ
Mystical Musical s/o
Hollow Knight Vessel
What They Drink
AFAB Reader on her Period
You Just Found Out About Their Powers
My Banter
Alcina Dimitrescu
Respawning s/o
Trans!Fem Reader (Alcina)
Killing her s/o
The Dimitrescuâs with a new sibling
Motherly s/o (For the Girls)
Karl Heisenberg
Trans!Fem Reader (Karl)
With a Technical s/o
In The Modern World (Karl)
Moreau with a crush on Karlâs s/o
Soft! Heisenberg
Messing with His s/oâs Glasses
Jealous Idiot
Donna Beneviento
Carpenter s/oÂ
Runaway s/o (GN)
In The Modern World (Donna)
Salvatore Moreau
Genuine Love
Long Lost Baker Kid (Saga)
Long Lost Baker
Learning About Their Families Death
Chris Redfield
Chibi Soulmate
Werewolf! Chris x Pregnant s/oÂ
RE Characters
Valentines Day
As Brandon Rodgerâs Quotes
Black Air Forces
HeisenField Ship
Chains (songfic)
Roses and Chocolates
Banter1
Hard Rocks and Soft Metals
Mother Miranda
Father (Her s/o)
Marcelo Adams
Headcannons
DMC
KissesÂ
s/o with Allergies
Uncle (Great-Uncle for Nero)
Teaching Their s/o How To Drive (pt1 Fellas)
Teaching Their s/o How To Drive (pt2 Ladies)
College Graduation Celebration
Boys with Their s/o on Period
Boys As Doggos
s/o With Reptiles
Banter(1)
Dante
Valentines Day
Y/N and Dante (1)
Vergil
Y/N and Vergil (1)
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UPDATED MASTERLIST
( Steve Rodgers ) Â
( Bucky Barnes )
( Erik Stevens )
( Frank Castle )
( Clark Kent )Â
( Derek Hale )
( Stiles Stilinski )
( Charles Brandon )
( Massimo Torricelli )
( Henry Cavill )
( Sebastian Stan )
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Avalanche, Part 1
Summary:Â Bucky is a fool in love, and so is she. She sings her sorrows to cafe patrons, and he avoids his feelings like the plague. Being afraid of his past is keeping Bucky from enjoying the good things the present and future are providing for him. How long will these good things wait for Bucky? Â
Word count: 3122
Pairing:Â Bucky Barnes x Mutant!Stark!Reader, platonic Steve Rodgers x Reader, platonic Sam Wilson x Reader
Rating: Teen?
Tags: Fluff, angst if you squint, established relationships/world, Stark!Reader AU, Mutant!Reader AU
A/N: I do not own these characters. I do not own the image below (titled Byron by Adele M. Reed on Flickr). Sorry for any mistakes, this work is not beta read. I hope y'all enjoy my first work in a long, long time! Hoping to make this into a three part series. Also, a complementary playlist for you lovely beings :)
Soft music flowed from the old speakers of the cafe, dancing along the glass dessert display case, caressing the frostbitten ears of the late night patrons. Coats were stacked in layers on the coat hooks near the entrance, a wet floor sign and mop perched beside a chalkboard welcome sign decorated in hand drawn white music notes and orange leaves. Paintings from local artists adorned the brick walls, outlined in faux ivy and illuminated by the faint glow of Edison lights strung across the exposed wooden beams of the cafeâs high ceiling. Behind the counter, a barista was humming along to the music as he wiped down the espresso machine, the pastry chef carefully lined the empty display case with warm, flaky croissants and gooey chocolate muffins she pulled fresh from the oven. People were beginning to gather around the stage, sipping on hot drinks and sugary pastries as they made themselves comfortable in the cafeâs mismatched chairs and sofas.
A young woman was sitting on a stool on stage, tuning a guitar. Her unruly curls were tucked behind her ears as she intently focused on the sound of the strings beneath her fingers. She tapped the toe of her black boot against the worn dark wood of the cafe stage as she thought for a moment. Something was off. She felt nervous, though she couldnât quite place where this feeling of unease was coming from. It wasnât being on stage that made her feel this way. Everyone in the audience knew her. They - like her - were evening regulars. No, this feeling of dread seemed to come from somewhere else - somewhere outside of the safe bubble of this cafe.
In the past few months, this place had become a second home for her. When she wasnât performing, her evenings were spent in the back corner, away from the group, sipping on her mocha while she scribbled away in a journal. Tonight though, she felt like singing. She played with the hem of her bell sleeves, taking note of how the thin, red polyester looked against her pale hands. The music playing from the cafe speakers faded out, the sound of static signaling her microphone was now live. She cleared her throat then smiled, shrugging away the universeâs warning.
âWe love you Y/N Stark!â the cafeâs pastry chef screamed from behind the counter, a grin plastered on her face. The crowd laughed.
âHey everyone, Iâm back,â the crowd erupted in cheers. âUnfortunately, I will not be sharing any of my personal woes with you today. I know, Iâm sorry to disappoint you.â
âI love you too, Ingrid,â Y/N laughed. âEspecially your Tuesday night danishes. Now, Iâm in a bit of a mood, you know? And the only one who really gets me when Iâm feeling like this is the wonderful Brandon Flowers, so tonight Iâll be playing his masterpiece âLonely Townâ and you all can join me in this wonderful mood that Iâm in. If you know the chorus, feel free to join.â
Y/N began to strum the strings of her guitar, closing her eyes as she waited for her cue. She was two lines in when the bells of the front door rang, signaling the arrival of a new customer, but she didnât bother to look up. In this moment, it was just her and the music. Eyes closed, fingers strumming chords she knew by heart.Â
Three men entered the cafe and sat around an empty table in the back near the counter. Two were smiling and nudging each other, occasionally stealing glances at the quiet third. The smiling blond man whispered something to his laughing companion whose face lit up. He quickly got up and ordered from the counter.Â
The third man didnât notice their smiles and whispers, or even the steaming mug of black coffee that suddenly appeared before him. His blue eyes were focused on the girl singing on stage. Nothing else existed in the dimly lit cafe, only her and her voice. It was the same voice he once would fall asleep listening to under the stars, the same one he had been aching to hear again for months.Â
âHey, hey Buck,â his blond friend nudged him, breaking him from his thoughts. âWelcome back.â
âSteve...â he said, raking his gloved hand through his long, dark hair.
âNow, before you get mad,â the other interjected. âWe have a very good reason for-â
âIt was Samâs plan,â Steve explained, trying to hold back a smile.
âNo, Steve, our plan. Us.â Sam said. âHowever, my informant failed to provide one small detail.â
âThe singing, that was not planned.â Steve shook his head.
âDid not think she would be singing.â Sam said.
Bucky frowned. Yes, he missed her. Yes, he had been dying to speak to her since the night they walked down to the pier together. Neither of them could sleep, and they always found comfort in each other's presence. But this was not the way he wanted this to happen. This isnât how he wanted to see her again. He didnât even bring flowers or practice what he would say to her.
âSheâs going to kill us,â Bucky said.
âAnd youâre going to love every minute of it,â Sam wiggled his eyebrows at Bucky over his yellow mug.
Bucky glared at him, then turned his attention back to the stage. Back to Y/N.Â
The crowd was joining her now as she sang a new song, one he recognized from a CD she made him. She was smiling and nodding her head now, her foot tapping along to the sound of her guitar. Her hair was longer, but she still looked the same to Bucky. Her dark blue eyes still sparkled, even under the dim lights of the stage, her laugh still infectious.Â
Soon the cafe was applauding and Y/N was making her way off the stage to the counter with her guitar case in hand. Before Bucky could stop him, Sam was already out of his seat running up to her.Â
âSteveâŠâ
âDonât worry, Buck,â Steve clapped Bucky on his shoulder. âY/N is one of my best friends, I know her better than most. She probably won't hurt you. Probably.â
âThanks,â Bucky said sarcastically.
Meanwhile, Sam was busy helping Y/N with her guitar case. To say she was surprised to see him would be an understatement.
âSam, how did you know I was here?â She asked through a forced smile. This was not good. Not good at all.
âItâs a long story. We enjoyed hearing you play. Had no idea you could sing like that.â
Y/N froze. âWe?â
Sam jerked his head in the direction of the back table. Steve waved and Y/N let out an internal scream. When she realized who was beside him, she swore her heart stopped beating. When Bucky made eye contact with her, she could feel her heart leap right out of her body and bury itself into the earth.
âSamuel Thomas Wilson,â Y/N whispered through clenched teeth. âYouâre dead.âÂ
âYou guys need to just talk,â Sam begged. âThings have been weird long enough -â
âBut I was singing!â she squeaked, âSinging things that may or may not be about - something. And someone here might recognize him and thatâs just going to be -â
âWait, wait,â Sam interrupted. âHow would anyone recognize him?â
âI didnât say that.â
âYeah, you did.â
âNope.â
âYes. How often are you here?â
âI donât know what youâre talking about.â
âStark, do you do more than sing?â
âLetâs get coffee, I want coffee!â Y/N began to quickly walk to the counter, waving down the barista. âThe mochas here are so good! It has dark chocolate and caramel, and I like to ask for a sprinkle of crushed cookies on top.â
Y/N ordered her drink then purposefully took a seat next to Steve, across from Bucky.Â
âHello boys,â she said, feigning confidence.Â
âSo,â Steve said, nudging her with his elbow, âdoes this mean youâll be serenading us now when we ask?â
Y/N rolled her eyes.
âAnd, is it just acoustic guitar, or do you play anything else?â Sam asked.
âKeyboard, maybe?â
âWhat about a tambourine?â
âNo, Sam.â Y/N tilted her head and smiled. âBut I can tell you just where to shove that tambourine -â
âHereâs your drink, Y/N.â Isaac, one of the cafeâs best baristas and a true angel, handed her the warm beverage. âIngrid and I were hoping youâd be sharing another story or poem today.â
âIâm sorry,â Steve said, raising his hand. âDid you say poem?â
âYou write poems?â Sam grinned.
Y/N could feel her cheeks redden. She avoided their eyes, especially Buckyâs.Â
âThank you for the drink, Isaac. Iâll talk with you and Ingrid in a bit.â
âBut we wanna know about the poetry,â Steve whispered as Isaac walked away.
âNo,â Y/N said firmly.Â
She couldnât help but steal a glance at Bucky. He was staring intently at her. Y/N hid her face behind her purple mug, pretending she hadnât looked at him. Was it believable that the drink was making her face flushed? She really hoped so.Â
She wasnât trying to ignore Bucky. On the contrary, she wanted more than anything to talk to him. She missed the nights in Wakanda where they would sit together and share stories by the fire. She missed pizza with him. She missed teasing him and getting him to cook for her. She missed their friendship before the Blip and the few good weeks after he came back.Â
And then he just disappeared. She only knew he was okay because Steve and Sam let her know he was still alive. Unfortunately, even they had no answers to why he suddenly began avoiding her.Â
âSeriously though,â Sam said, âyou sounded really good up there. Didnât she, Buck?âÂ
Bucky shifted uncomfortably. He didnât know what to say or if he should even say anything.
Y/N cleared her throat as she pretended to check her phone. âWell, it was lovely to see you all, but I have to get going.â
âYour drink just got here though.â Steve motioned to her still steaming mug.
She slid it in front of him, âYou can have it, I need to be back in Salem early tomorrow.â
Before anyone could speak up, Y/N pulled on her coat and waved goodbye as she lugged her guitar case towards the entrance. Bucky frowned as he watched her disappear into the night.
âI hate that teleporting thing,â Sam huffed. âIt always feels like cheating somehow.â
Their table remained silent. A man and woman were on stage now, singing a duet that had the whole crowd bobbing their heads and swaying to their music. Isaac and Ingrid were whispering and laughing together behind the counter. A group of four college aged boys entered the cafe, peeling their snowy gloves off their pink hands as they anxiously examined the menu, eager for something to warm them.Â
âWhat was the point of this?â Bucky mumbled, his eyes closed.
âWe didnât think she would just leave,â Steve said.
âLike I did?â Bucky opened his eyes and glared at his two friends.
Sam and Steve looked down at their empty mugs. They both knew what he was hinting at. Y/N had good reason to not want to speak to Bucky. He had kissed her. Then he disappeared without a word.Â
Bucky stood up and pushed in his chair. âIâm going home.â
They didnât try to stop him when he left. They looked at each other, each bearing an expression of concern, one that said they hoped they didnât just make a mistake.
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The french doors of her room open, the green and ivory curtains dancing in the autumn breeze. The faint sound of traffic four stories below had helped keep her mind from spiralling in the lonely quiet of her small Manhattan apartment. Y/N dug herself deeper into the crisp white comforter on her bed, hoping sleep could help tame the thoughts swarming her mind like a cloud of locusts.Â
Five months later, and the knot in her chest ached just as much as it did that night. The embarrassment still felt brand new. She thought about the pier. She could see him standing next to her, closer than he had been when they first stopped to look out at the waves in the moonlight. He smelled like coffee and leather. She remembered the way his blue eyes looked into hers and made her breath catch in her throat. The cool leather of his gloves against her flushed cheeks. Then the warmth when their lips finallyâŠ
Y/N buried her face into her pillow and screamed. No, she thought, No more thinking about that! She quickly threw her blankets off of her and stomped to her kitchen for a glass of water.Â
Her bare feet padded along the cool oak floors as she paced the length of her kitchen. From behind a curtain of faux ivy, an oval clock above her dining table read 3am. She counted four hours - no, four and a half hours since she saw him. Four and a half hours since they saw each other for the first time in months and said nothing.Â
As she wrapped herself in a warm fleece blanket and sunk into the maroon cushions of her couch, Y/N couldnât help but wonder what he had been thinking that night. Had he planned on seeing her? Did he want to talk to her, or were Steve and Sam meddling? Did he think about her as much as she thought about him?
With a sigh, Y/N shut her eyes and rested her head on a couch pillow. She was too exhausted; physically and emotionally. It was too late at night to worry and relive all that hurt. She promised herself that when the sun rose in the morning, sheâll head over to Steveâs and pry the truth from him. In the meantime, she let her mind drift into better memories as she slowly drifted to sleep.
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Bucky knew he should be paying attention, or at least try to pretend to be paying attention, but his mind was too occupied at the moment. The night at the cafe kept playing over and over in his mind, her face more bright and more clear the longer he thought about her. He was busy imagining all the things he should have said to her when Dr. Raynor cleared her throat.
âSergeant Barnes,â she said as she tapped her pen on her clipboard. âWhatâs keeping your mind so occupied today?â
He shifted his weight. The blue sofa in Dr. Raynorâs office was too soft, it made Bucky like he was sinking into quicksand. He kept his eyes focused on something outside the officeâs window.
âNothing,â he said.
Dr. Raynor sighed, âBarnes, do I need to remind you again why youâre here -â
âNo,â Bucky sighed. âYou donât.â
âThen, talk.â
âThereâs nothing to talk about.â
âYouâre frowning more than usual,â Dr. Raynor smirked.
âItâs the couch.â Bucky said flatly, crossing his arms.
âMaybe the color of the couch?â A knowing smile danced across Dr. Raynorâs face.
Bucky pursed his lips, âNo.â
âDid you see her?â
âNo.â
âThatâs a yes.â
With another sigh, Bucky leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. âWe didnât talk,â he said finally.
âAnd why not?â Dr. Raynorâs expression was full of genuine concern. It was a miracle he had let Y/Nâs existence slip during one of their first sessions, it was obvious this girl was important to him.Â
âWrong place, wrong time.âÂ
âThen where would the right place be or the right time?â
Bucky buried his face into his hands and groaned, âI donât know, but that wasnât it.â
âWhat would you say to her if the time and the place were right?â
âThereâs nothing I can say.â
âNothing at all?â
Without a word, Bucky stood up and leaned against the office window. There really was nothing he could say to her. How would he even begin to explain?
âYou have feelings for this girl,â Dr. Raynor continued. âThat much is obvious. Based on what I have gathered from what little you have told me, and what I already know about her due to her familyâs public presence, sheâs a good one. There are no words that do Y/N Stark justice, sheâs a selfless creature with endless love and compassion for all. It would be hard for anyone to get to know her and not fall in love.â
Bucky shifted his weight, âI never said that.â
âYou didnât have to. Itâs written on your face when you hear her name. Is this not the same girl who waited those five years for you during the Blip?â
âShe didnât wait for me. She and Steve were trying to get everyone back-â
âShe never moved on.â Dr. Raynor and Bucky locked eyes.
âThere was nothing to move on from.â
Dr. Raynor laughed, âI doubt that, or else you wouldnât be so smitten.â
Bucky rolled his eyes and looked back out the window.
âShe didnât move on. I doubt she has now, or else youâd have more than a frown on your face. She waited for you, Barnes. She searched for you. How long are you going to keep her waiting?â
He turned back to Dr. Raynor, shaking his head. âI canât.â
âYou canât what, Sergeant?â
Bucky hesitated. It was one thing to think these things, another to say them aloud. âSheâs so good, and bright, and lovable. Sheâs done nothing but good and then Iâm⊠I have these things that will always haunt me. I have a past. Iâll never beâŠâ
âI have a feeling she doesnât see any of that,â Dr. Raynor said with a gentle smile.
âI killed her grandparents.â
âThat wasnât you.â
âYes, it was.â
âIt was a twisted, memoryless shadow of you.â She took off her glasses and massaged her temples. âHow long are you going to let these chances slip by? Stark is a good thing, she is good for you. And you keep running away. You canât run forever. Good things wonât wait around forever.â
Bucky didnât respond. He didnât want to let go of Y/N. He didnât like the distance he put between them. The problem was that he didnât know what the right thing to do was anymore. Being with her felt selfish, undeserved, but being without her was miserable.
âBarnes, just go to her. Tell her everything. That girl doesnât deserve to wait any longer,â Dr. Raynor sighed. She tossed her clipboard and pen down onto the table in front of her. âAnd get a haircut, that might help you.â
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Furry balls.
Modern!Ragnarssons x Reader.
@ivarinleatherpantsâ wanted this after the puppyâs and iâm always a slut for ragnarssons in any situation, especially with animals, so here you go boo!!
yes, i did make a brandon rodgers quote.
Prompt: How would the Ragnarssons react to you bringing a stray kitten home.
Bjorn:
Humorously, when you first met Bjorn, you really werenât attracted to him. In fact, you found him a total dick when you first met him â short answers when he would decided you were good enough to talk too, odd looks, would always keep his distance, and it was his younger brother Ubbe you were trying to get at. Surprisingly, one day that was shot down when you found out the second-oldest was in a very serious relationship. After that information, you realized quiet a few times Bjorn had tried to give you hints that his brother was not available. Afterwards, it was shockingly the blonde who was there in your weakness.
You had grown so close over time, and now here you were; engaged and living in a beautiful house in the woods. Though, there had been one little problem with the relationship you two shared. He had always had a no inside pet rule, no matter what kind of animal it was, and you tried them all: birds, dogs, ferrets, etc.Â
No, no, and no. The same answer every time. He never grew up with pets in the house, they always stayed outside. You, on the other hand, your house had always been close to practically being a zoo. You tried hard, you really did, and it was now to the point you were ready to cut corners.
So that day when he came home from work, hauling through the front door and looking around with narrowed eyes, your head tilted and you questioned him. His thick finger pointed at you accusingly. âI saw the bowls outside, babe, I told you â â
âWell then,â You cleared your throat, motioning towards the porch that he walked through, which happened to be closed in. âYouâd be happy to know that Iâm actually listening to you.â
âReally?â He questioned, nodding his head towards the corner of the kitchen. âBecause I see a bag of cat food over there, unless you slipped something in my lunch today.â
Delicate hands fell to your hips, shifting your weight to one foot. âItâs outside, boo,â You explained to him, feeling a little heart-broken that another one of your plans were beginning to fail.Â
âAnd tomorrow itâs going to be inside.â
âNuh â  â
âI know you.â
Your heads both snapped towards the door, listening to the faint meowing coming through it. Chancing a glance a him, you saw the warning look cross his face before you took off running towards the door. Despite the fact he tried to tackle you, you effectively made it and threw the door open, immediately picking up the little fuzzy kitten that nuzzled into your warm touch.Â
âItâs not even tomorrow yet...â
âBut look at him, Bjorn!â You shouted, holding the little squirming baby up, itâs little triangle tail wagging like a puppyâs. âHe has no mommy! He was stuck in the rain earlier!âÂ
You watched him stand, pinching the bridge of his nose and massaging it. The only sound that could be heard for the moment was the kitten mewling, and his electric blue eyes were piercing into it. The heart-break must of been obvious on your features, and it seemed this was the last time he could take it. âIf you really want â â
You screamed, bouncing up and down before running towards him, putting the three of you into a big group hug, one that the kitten seemed to love because it began purring and rubbing itâs head against his neck. His arms didnât hesitate much to wrap around you.
... It was how much he actually loved you.
Ubb(a)be:Â
It had been a hard day at work you figured, when Ubbe came home that evening, offered you a rushed greeting and a soft kiss to your cheek.Â
He practically waved you off when you tried to stop him, trying to explain to him what had happened to you today on your way home, but with his tired sigh, you allowed him to continue up the stairs to take a hot shower. It was how he always relaxed at work, and you knew how stressful his job could be, how important it was... and the fact he had to do it every day with all four of his brothers, you could imagine how annoying that would be.
You loved his siblings, just like they were your own, but they fought all the time, especially Ivar and Sigurd. There was nothing the two of them could disagree on and be salty over. So, you understood when he would not want to talk the first hour. The first time you had prodded had not turned out pretty, despite the fact you knew it would only rile him up more, he had snapped at you like he would of wanted to do to his brothers all day. Of course, he felt horrible about it later, but you understood and you apologized.
As you heard the water turn on upstairs, you went back to sitting on the couch, sipping your warm drink, going back to enjoying your book. Perhaps it was best to wait and tell him what you had brought home.
Grinning lightly, your thoughts wondered back to the little puffball that was roaming around your house, probably curled up on a bed, or sleeping in a basket of dirty clothes.Â
You and Ubbe had talked so many times about getting a pet, thinking that it might be nice for you when you would be home alone for long hours of the day. It would give you a companion, one he wouldnât have to worry too much about being home alone with you. One you could easier defend yourself against if something bad were to happen. But, for some reason, you just couldnât find the right one to take home... and this little thing roaming in the rain seemed perfect as it mewled at you with large eyes and sopping fur.
A very feminine scream erupting from upstairs had you tossing your coffee mug in shock, watching it shatter and you glanced up towards the stairs, your heart racing. Suddenly, it was followed by a irritated shout of your name and you flushed, next hearing:Â âNo, no, donât bite me down there!â
Hvitserk:
Tonight must of been one of those nights at the company, Hvitserk calling you and asking you to come pick him up, he must of been sneaking whiskey in his coffee again to keep calm. You were just glad he never decided to drive home when he decided to do that, choosing to call you as his DD.Â
Pulling up to the large building, you sat for a few minutes, glancing at your clock every so often. Really? He always chided you on not being late, but you could have stopped at the Taco Bell line during dinner rush and ate a party box by now, and now a whole 30 minutes had passed. Luckily, you had something to keep you busy.Â
Looking up at the sound of a car unlocking, you watched his oldest brother Bjorn making his way towards his sleek vehicle. The man didnât miss you though, flashing you a smile before hoping inside, starting up and driving away. He was probably excited to get home to Torvi and their kids. These guys worked so much, and so hard, especially after their father passed away. You were proud of Hvitserk for the shit he put up with.Â
Playing some tunes, you even watched Ivar roll out of the building, but still there was no sign of your husband, and that worried you a bit. Usually he was the second out, trying to run away from the two youngest as quick as possible before he would have to help break up a fight.
Ready to unbuckle, despite the soaked squirming ball in your lap, you yelped in shock as you heard a voice through the open passenger window:Â âWhy is there a kitten in your lap, sugar?â
Gaining back your wits from your mini-heart attack, your nails lightly raked through the wet fur. âWhy isnât there a kitten in your lap, boo?â
âBecause Iâm standing.â
âToucheâ.â Even drunk, he was still a sarcastic asshat.Â
Jumping into the car, he shut the door and immediately leaned his chair back so he could stretch out, arm laying across his face. You didnât ask, you knew if he wanted to talk about it he would. You didnât even bother to stop the kitten as it crawled from your lap to his, and you heard him sigh lightly. âThese are 300 dollar pants...â
Sigurd:
If there was one thing for sure, it was that Sigurd could not read a map to save his life. Honestly, it surprised you that you did you made it this far without getting into an accident, or killing anyone, with you have to take the map from him and fix it. But, his driving made you extremely anxious from how slow he was. You encouraged safe driving, of course, but he was like a hundred year old woman when it came to the highway, and his turns were way too wide. He was lucky you could multi-task.
Even though the highway wasnât too busy as it was very early on a Saturday morning, he would still make a noise of discomfort every time you would stare at the map for too long, to which you would make it even worse by looking away from the road directly to glare at him. You had eyes all around your head, damn him.
Finally on the right path, you did decide to slow down a little bit to cruise as it was raining out, and you didnât feel like going head first into a tree if a deer were to run out in front of you.Â
âOh!â Sigurd let out, causing your brows to furrow.Â
âWhat?â You questioned, glancing over at him, noticing how he was trying to look out the back of the car at something behind you.
âI thought I saw a kitten â â
There was no hesitation in the way you immediately jerked the car to the side, making a quick illegal turn in the middle of the road, listening as he screamed at you about driving laws and putting your lives in danger. âI have to go back!â
âIt;s a highway!â He reminded you, trying to grab at you as you swatted his hands away, trying to unbuckle and get out. âYou canât just run across it to grab a cat!â
 âThat mothers adrenaline is kicking in, Sigurd!â You yelled, literally kicking the door open and he quickly followed, still trying to stop you before it was too late. Your yell turned into a scream: âI can see every equation!â
Ivar:
Things had been surprisingly quiet that night, despite the argument you held with Ivar about an hour ago. Usually, after fighting, he would have trouble letting it go and leaving you alone, making snide remarks here and there, and you try to ignore them, but usually it ended up not working that way. It usually ended with the both of you sprawled out on the kitchen floor, completely naked and drenched in sweat, giving each other small smiles.
This time, despite the fact it was a blow-up over the smallest thing, but he was being completely selfish over the matter. At least, thatâs what you kept telling yourself. It was just something so small, and he wouldnât even be taking care of it anyway. It was there to keep you company when he was at work, and in the process, you had been helping it as well.Â
On your way back from the grocery store, you had found a little kitten in the middle of the road, shivering and looking scared for itâs life. So, you took it home, and Ivar was no happy about it at all.
Now you were sitting by yourself in the living room, busying yourself with a book and your fianceâ was distancing himself from you in the kitchen. Where the kitten was, you didnât know. You figured it was probably checking out the house, but that thought went away when you heard something breaking in the kitchen. A feeling of dread quickly ran through you as fast as it left, knowing that he wouldnât of done something to the animal but you were off the couch and in the kitchen in seconds, running over to it and picking it up. You noticed him watching you, as you cooâd to the little baby, looking it over to make sure it was okay, and you just barely saw his eye narrow slightly.Â
After making sure the little one was okay, you sat it down on the floor, far away from the broken glass and you proceeded to clean it up. Almost done with the task, you paused hearing the same noise again. Looking over your shoulder slowly, you saw Ivar with his hand out and another glass on the floor, his face dead of all emotion. âI can break things too,â He decided to remind you.
The corners of your lips twitched upwards.
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can i get nsfw bryce tankthrust headcanons? :000
YESS ofc
Bryce Tankthrust nsfw hcs
She is super dominant
She needs control and that is clear in bed
She loves to restrain you
Knife play
pain play if you are comfortable with it
She wants you to beg
She will spank you
Hair pulling is a turn on for her
She likes to tease you and edge you
She makes sure that you cum multiple times
She has really nice aftercare
Please straddle her she will adore it
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can i get yandere elmer headcanons? :0
Of course darling
Yandere Elmer hcs
He is obsessive and possessive
He doesn't want to scare or hurt you
He is so gentle towards you
He stalks you a lot
Has tons of pictures of you
He steals personal items of yours
He loves watching you sleep
Craves physical affection from you
If you start dating him, he will be very clingy
Worships you to no end
Has a shrine of you
Looks at photos of you before he sleeps
Keeps a photo of you in his wallet
He is really shy and scared to talk to you first
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can i have headcanons for cuddling with bobby worst? :333
Yes my dear
Cuddling bobby worst hcs
He will grope you
He bites you randomly
He can be gentle if he wants to
If you both fall asleep he will either cuddle up tight or kick you off the bed
He likes to run his fingers through your hair
Licks your ear and whispers gross stuff in your ear
Bobby is always down for cuddling but always tries to get it to lead to more
Bobby will flirt and tease with you the whole time
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can i get headcanons for being in a polyamorous relationship with bobby worst and bryce tankthrust
Ofc
Poly bobby and Bryce hcs
They are extremely protective
They are both clingy and adore you
Bobby likes to take photos of you
Bryce likes to take care of you, like brush your hair
They both need attention and want you to give them it
Prepare to be very spoiled
Rough and passionate sex
They both likes quickies
Bryce likes to make you eat her out under her desk
Bobby likes watching you two have sex
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Ooo a Brandon rogers writer!! How about Elmer with a short s/o? Thanks!!
Ahh YESS Elmer appreciation
Elmer with a short s/o
Elmer loves your height
He just likes how tall he is compared to you
He will lift you up he doesn't care how much you weigh
He calls you short to your face
He finds teasing you very funny
He will unironically rest his arm on ur head
He likes to wrap his arms around you from behind and rest his head on your shoulder
He likes to cuddle your small frame
He loves just hugging you or dancing with you
He sometimes gets scared he will hurt you because of how short you are compared to him
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idk if this is too dark but can i get headcanons for when bobby worst kidnaps the reader?
Ofc
Bobby worst taking darling hcs
He one hundred percent accidentally either drops you or hits your head on something
He is so sloppy
Tries to put something in your drink and spills it
He ends up just using melatonin and hoping you don't wake up
Has a nice room with just a bed and a closet
You have a window but it's locked with high security
Will freak out when you wake up
You probably spend a good two minutes just screaming at each other in shock
Most likely tries to joke with you even though you have no idea who he is and how you got there
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can i get yandere cathy headcanons?
Okay darling!
Yandere Cathy hcs
She is possessive and wants control in the relationship
She is caring and worries about you
She is strict with her rules and she doesn't hesitate to punish you
Her punishments aren't too bad unless you do something super bad
She usually sticks to isolation and taking privileges
She cooks your favorite meals for you
She tends to baby you without realizing
She likes to buy you gifts but she doesn't do it often
She would love for you to help around the house or with the kids
Her kids love you
She will cherish anything you give or say to her
She tries to be gentle but she is strict as well
If you follow her rules you will be fine
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hehe can i get nsfw headcanons for cathy from brandon rogers!
Ofc
Nsfw Cathy headcanons
She likes to have control because she doesn't get much in her day to day life
She is demanding and gentle
She likes to give you head
Overstimulates you
She loves making you a sloppy mess
Likes to put her hand over your throat but adds no pressure
You can have control every once in awhile
She is open to new things
She wants to be passionate
She likes to tease you in public
She has a strap on
She wants you to ride her the angle turns her on
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can i get nsfw elmer headcanons ?
Ofc love
Nsfw Elmer
He is a switch but mainly bottom
When Elmer tops he would either be very rough or extremely passionate
He likes restraints for both of you
Praise.
He is vocal whimpering and moaning
He likes when you ride him
He is very okay with being pegged
He is open to trying anything
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