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mel-the-pirate-writeblr · 1 year

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Pokéblog Trainer Questions!

Here's the original with just questions if anyone wants to do it! I added a cut to make it a bit smaller going across people's dashes.

A writing idea has been bugging me about a Trainer OC I have, spawning these questions, and I figured that I would try to throw this post into the Pokéblogging space, and see if anyone wanted this. Feel free to reblog with answers you want to answer (or tag me if you copy-paste, I’d love to see!).

1. What would your Trainer do after their journey? Do they want to become a Gym leader, Pokémon Ranger, Pokémon Breeder, work at a Pokémon Rescue or a Pokémon Center, prepare to join the Elite Four, or something else entirely?

I didn’t make Crystal with a future in mind, only a “present” (of sorts). Lately, I’ve been thinking about her maybe getting into Gym battles or being a substitute Gym Leader around Kanto and Johto (which spawned all these questions).

1a. Why? What would they do in their role(s)? What or who inspired them to pursue that career?

Crystal very much favors fire-type and grass-type Pokémon. With the theme, it made sense for her to look toward a possible future in Pokémon Gyms. Plus, her brother is the Indigo League champion and defeated her for that title when they were both fresher Trainers, so it makes sense that she’d stick around the same kind of space. A little less competitive, but still challenging and engaging.

2. What is their favorite type, in general (to use, aesthetically, etc.), and do they tend to favor a separate type in what they choose/catch?

Her favorite type has always been fire, but the Pokémon she (i.e. I) kept choosing ended up being more grass-types. Her Pokémon are based off of mine in LeafGreen, Pearl, and Black, (honorary mention of the Chikorita I had in HeartGold), where I started leaning more toward the grass-type starters. She (and I) still favor fire/grass Pokémon, even though she (I) would have diverse parties.

2a. Is that choice influenced by their starter(s) type(s) (Fire-types because someone choose Cyndaquil, or because fire-types can protect a Piplup from grass-types)?

Very much inspired by starter Pokémon typing! I drew only from three parties of Pokémon, and two of those had grass-type starters in them.

3. What is their favorite city/town in their home region, and what is their favorite city/town abroad, and why?

I can see Crystal liking Vermillion City the most in Kanto, since she can get anywhere from there and still be close to home (just a quick flight across the water to Pallet Town!), and her favorite one abroad might be Solaceon Town in Sinnoh; she’d most likely live there if she couldn’t live in Kanto.

3a. Have they been abroad to see their favorite city/town? If yes, what stands out to them? If no, what drew them to it?

Yes, Solaceon Town is small and chill, which is nice. If she were to go to Sinnoh and do Gym Leader/substitute work there as well, she would live in Solaceon Town, or maybe the Resort Zone, for similar reasons. She likes the least-populated towns, and she would probably feel a bit safer on the “Zone” island than anywhere else in Sinnoh.

5. What is their favorite common Pokémon, and why?

Definitely either Persian or Luxray, or a Pokémon from one of those evolution trees. She has both, and each got her (me) through the Indigo League and Sinnoh’s League :)

6. Would they ever join a Team in their lifetime, at any point, and why?

I’m actually thinking about an AU where she joins Team Rocket instead of finishing her journey, so I guess it’d be Rocket! It would bring her new experiences and opportunities to “collect” things. Otherwise, probably not (though I guess I made my own Team later on and she is at least allied with it so?)

7. What is the goal of their journey? Is it different than the “Gotta Catch ‘Em All!” or filling up their PokéDex for their region’s Pokémon Professor?

Crystal wanted to explore and see new Pokémon. When her brother started training for the Indigo League, she followed suit, and did the same in Sinnoh and Unova. She didn’t necessarily choose it, but she wouldn’t choose anything else at this point.

8. What is their favorite starter, out of all of them, and why? Did/do they prefer other regions’ starters to their home ones (aesthetically)?

Her absolute favorite starter would probably have to be Cyndaquil, Litten, or maybe Sprigatito. They’re all so cute and can sit on your shoulder, what else is there?

9. What is their favorite Legendary/Mythical Pokémon, and why?

Mew. Partly because of me, and because I was hoping to catch Mew in LeafGreen (I thought Mew was in Cerulean Cave, not Mewtwo).

9a. What is their favorite Legendary/Mythical duo/trio/quartet (Kanto’s Legendary Birds, Johto’s Legendary Beasts, Hoenn’s Eon Duo, Sinnoh’s Creation and Lake Trios, etc.)?

It’s definitely between the Legendary Birds and the Legendary Beasts.

9b. Do they have a favorite Pokémon in that Legendary/Mythical grouping?

I always loved the grace that Suicune and Articuno had. The ribbons and tail feathers were so pretty. They’re up there on my favorites-because-of-looks list!

10. Does their home region match your (the actually real blog owner’s) starting region, and why?

My first game is LeafGreen, and that puts Crystal in LeafGreen Kanto. With her being based off of actual Pokémon that I still have to this day, I couldn’t possibly change her origin from mine.

10a. Does their starter match your (the actually real blog owner’s) first starter?

Both Charizard and Venusaur are also mine :D I traded Charmander to my brother, did a new game, then chose Bulbasaur. So I have two starters (and would often put my Charizard to counter Blue’s/Gary’s).

#mel-the-pirate post #my (twisted) pokémon journey #m(t)pj #crystal fairway oc #i forgot to do this TWICE so here it finally is lol #not that anyone was asking #i have a writing thing scheduled to post in a few days #wooo go me when i had inspiration out the wazoo #now i'm just a bit busy to write a lot #that's what i get for doing two summer accelerated classes #(but i like them)#(it's italian)#(it's all italian thank GOD)#(italian is better than literature classes js)#(anyway)#ask game #pokeblog ask game #writer ask game

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lettuce-prays · 2 years

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Chapter 1: A New Legacy

On a warm summer day, a young man named Keys sat on the grass, back against the wall of the lab. He was on the ground writing his findings after watching 2 trainers battle nearby. So, while a Nidoking may have a type disadvantage against a Poliwrath, it can learn Thunderbolt which is surprisingly effective when Poliwrath misses its Hydro Pump. Ever since the Unified Rules for Battling passed in the Indigo League 2 Years ago, Keys had been studying under Professor Oak in trying to become a Master Trainer like his father before him. He had notes about just about every Pokemon he could find in the Kanto region.

Unfortunately for him, it’s hard to study strong Pokemon in Pallet Town. It’s great for starting trainers, who don’t know how to battle. The Pokemon around are generally pretty weak, but the most frustrating thing Keys has seen is new trainers getting frustrated dealing with the Occasional Metapod or Kakuna that they encounter. You can only learn so much from that, and Keys needs more knowledge if he wants to become a master. It’s been nice studying the occasional Gym Challenger who comes by Pallet Town on their way to Cinnabar Island, but Keys wants more than just staring at the Pokedex and watching broadcasted battles from the Pokemon League.

“Were you waiting for me?” Rang a voice that can only be described as ‘Grandpa.’

Professor Oak stood in front of Keys, his white lab coat showing the signs of recently being repair after their trip studying a flock of Spearow went awry. The sunlight bouncing off his grey hair letting everyone know that he knows more and has seen more than just about anyone else. He is flanked by a young woman, her face showing a clear youth and inexperience, nervousness mixed with excitement. She’s wearing a T-Shirt and Jeans. Her hair a mix between curl and wave, she looked to be about the same age as Keys.

“Well Professor, if you weren’t half an hour late, I wouldn’t have been.” Keys snarkily responded. That’s how his relationship with the Professor had always been. One of sarcastic questions with snarky retorts.

“My apologies my dear pupil, I just had to run and grab our new friend here,” The Professor said. His hand reached out to pull Keys up from the grass he had placed himself in before gesturing to the young woman beside him. “This is Alice, she is just beginning her Pokemon Journey today.”

“It’s so wonderful to meet you!” Alice’s voice shot up. She definitely didn’t seem like she was used to meeting new people, especially on a day which is going to be nerve-wracking to begin with.

“Likewise. Keys is the name, studying battles is my game.” He reached out his hand, now free from The Professors, to shake her hand.

“Keys here has been studying with me for quite some time,” The Professor remarked. “He has been instrumental in helping me understand how some Pokemon’s capabilities influences the environments they live in.”

“That’s a fancy way of saying I understand Pokemon Types and Battling Capabilities.” Keys interjected. He’d been through this spiel enough times by this point. If he had a coin for every time the professor talked about how important his assistant was in his research, he could buy TM48 Hyper Beam from the Celadon Department Store.

“Yes, Keys has been quite engaged in his studies and I couldn’t imagine where my research would be without him.” The Professor was speaking honestly. Keys could remember him being confused as to why a wild Pidgey was unable to attack a Haunter with Tackle. “In any case, its about time that we get going with today. We have a lot to do.”

The Professor pulled his keys out to open the Laboratory. Keys put his Journal back in his bag and slung the gray satchel over his shoulder. As the Professor opened the Lab and turned on the lights, Alice followed him close by with Keys in tow. The lab had multiple tables with a variety of papers strewn about. One table specifically was covered with Oak’s findings on Pidgey migration patterns, where he noticed that wherever Spearow were more common Pidgey seemed to be less frequent. Only Professor Oak would be willing or more importantly able to figure that out. The back wall is covered with multiple bookshelves worth of journals and books of Professor Oak’s research. Keys remembered his first assignment being to sort all the books and journals in alphabetical order which took him 3 weeks to complete. Next to the bookshelves is a computer where the Professor spent his time organizing the Pokedex so that Keys could prepare it to be given to all the new trainers.

“So, Alice,” The Professor Began. “As you know, the way that people come into owning their first Pokemon varies from person to person. Some people receive theirs by their parents sponsoring them when they are 10, Some people receive one from graduating from Pokemon School, Some receive them as a gift, Some others buy Pokeballs and throw them until they catch a Pokemon, And some others bond with a wild Pokemon before eventually catching them as their partner.” The Professor then began walking towards a table.

Keys had heard this speech time and time again. He’s seen a variety of people come to the lab to receive a partner. Some of those people were as young as 10, the oldest he’d seen was 22. Regardless, he was familiar with all this. To the point he knew that he was to walk to the corner of the lab, so he was in position for the spectacle he was about to be a part of.

“You however are a special case. On very rare occasions, I sponsor some people their first Pokemon.” The Professor continued. “It is my personal belief that all people should be exposed to the wonderful creatures we call Pokemon, and the best way is by having them as partners. Therefore, it is my pleasure to give you the option to pick between the following Pokemon to be your very first partner.”

Keys flipped a switch and the lights dimmed on the half of the lab they were in. Except for 3 spotlights which now shone onto the table. Professor Oak pulled the sheet off the table revealing the 3 Pokeballs standing on the table. The Professor had given out so many of these Pokemon that Keys was so familiar with the plaques in front of each Pokeball, a brief descriptor of each Pokemon.

Bulbasaur the Seed Pokemon. A Grass and Poison Type. The easiest of the 3 starters to train, the plant on its back sprouts and grows with this Pokemon. It evolves into the Grass and Poison Type Venusaur.

Charmander the Lizard Pokemon. A Fire Type. The most challenging of the three to raise, From the time it is born, a flame burns at the tip of its tail. Its life would end if the flame were to go out. It evolves into the Fire and Flying Type Charizard.

Squirtle the Tiny Turtle Pokemon. A Water Type. An intermediately challenging Pokemon to raise, It shelters itself in its shell then strikes back with spouts of water at every opportunity. It evolves into the Water type Blastoise.

“Professor,” Alice stood, her jaw about ready to hit the floor. “Thank you so much for this wonderful opportunity. This might just go down as the best day in my life. I’ve thought about it for a while now, but I think the partner that I will choose has to be, Squirtle.” Alice began to walk towards the Pokeball holding the Squirtle. Before she even touched the Pokeball the excited Pokemon popped out of the Pokeball on its own power. Alice stood shocked before moving towards the Pokemon picking it up into her arms.

The Professor then turned to Keys. “Well?”

“Well what?” Keys asked.

“It’s your turn.”

#pokemon #fanfic #original character #on ao3 #first chapter

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pantoranqira · 2 years

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My boy Gizka in Orange!

No but like I'm obsessed with the idea of clone celebrities. Like clones who did something SO stupid as a kid that every other clone on Kamino at the time knows who they are. Like imagine burping during a group lecture in an auditorium filled with MILLIONS of your brothers. Like there is no way that you can ever live that down. But hey, at least you drink free at '79s, right?

#clone oc #clone ocs #353rd: gizka #353rd relief corps #sw oc #star wars #sw #tcw #the clone wars #kamino #also btw gizka didnt burp lol that was just an example #if youve played kotor you know EXACTLY what my boy did lol #it took THREE MONTHS for the kaminoans to get rid of all the gizka. they were in the halls they were in the bunks they were in the VENTS #it was pure unbridled mayhem i tell you #swishy's ocs #swishy's sketches #blah #i was trying to do a pallete challenge type of thing but i was a FOOL and didnt set the colors beforehand : (((#so like 3 of my colors fit into it rlly well but the face just looks like a normal face though bc i went too undersaturated w it #also this is him in like his shiny armor or whatever bc i imagine him having paint but also i didnt want it to get too cluttered #and if i did the paint it would have to be pre-353rd bc theyre purple #but theyre a transfer unit so its chill

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floraltypes · 3 years

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Old Beginning Pt. 2

pairings - aaron hotchner x reader, jethro gibbs x reader

chapters - one

summary - the news of a dinner party arrises, but there are some little challenges before the actually night

wc - 3k

an - sorry this took awhile, my summer is over and my writing schedule will be a little wonky now. i’m taking a break from answering requests, so I apologize if I haven’t answered yours, but i eventually will

Penelope and you both looked back at Aaron, taken back by his repeating of the word ‘boyfriend’. You didn’t plan on telling people so soon, considering he was your boss from your old line of work.

“I want to know everything about him, you have to invite him!” Penelope quickly went back into her loud chatting, attracting other faces at her comment. “I also may have mentioned to some of the team that you do have a boyfriend, it just slipped! You know I can’t keep secrets!”

“It’s okay, Pene,” You smiled softly. “I can’t invite him though, you know, since I’m not the one holding the dinner event.”

“You can invite your partner, everyone else can as well, considering it is a catch up,” Dave walked over, a cup of coffee in his own hand as he used the other to scratch at his stubble. “I’ll even invite the woman I’ve been seeing. Feel free to all bring a plus one, I have enough room and everyone deserves a taste of my Italian dishes, will change their lives.”

“Thank you, Rossi, but I simply can’t. It’s so soon, and he’s such a busy man,” You laughed, waving your hand. “It was a kind gesture though.”

“L/n, don’t tell us you’re embarrassed to show your new boyfriend to us?” Derek walked back over, poking your shoulder. “Penelope told all of us down here, just wanted to wait and see when you would tell us.”

“I’m not embarrassed, that’s absurd. He’s truly busy.”

“Invite him, I’ll make sure Will comes and hire a babysitter for Henry, so that we can truly have a adult night,” JJ chuckled. “Everyone is bringing a date, so it would be odd if you didn’t.”

“Actually, I don’t have a partner at the moment due to how invested I am in my studies and the factors of that many young woman my age only focus on the factor of conventional attractiveness rather then the complexity of brains and deep-”

“Don’t worry, Spencer, if you don’t have a date, then I’ll just bring two,” Emily joked. “You don’t need a date, I’m not bringing one either, but Y/n is for sure.”

“I’ll be like the tw-”

“You are dating someone, we aren’t, so you’ll bring that someone. Come on, L/n,” Emily continued on, grabbing your hand and pulling you away. “I’ll walk you out,” She turned back to wink at her coworkers, leading you to the elevator and soon the parking lot.

“Aaron,” Rossi looked towards his friend, a man who had his glare fixated on your exiting figure. “Will you bring Beth, the more the merrier.”

“Yeah, I suppose I will,” He answered, retrieving his cellphone from his pocket, pulling up her contact picture, thumb hovering over the call button. “Let’s finish up this work, so we call all get home.” He shoved it back in his pocket, commanding everyone else while moving back up the stairs to his office.

Meanwhile, you were outside of your car, looking at Emily still was right by your side.

“Bring your boyfriend,” She commented, watching as you fished for your keys and unlocked your car. “I want to meet him, I haven’t really talked to you in a long time.”

“We’re both so busy. Him as well.”

“Seriously, Y/n, I’m not gonna ease up on you. I’ve noticed the new tint in your eye, new considering the last time it was severely dulled. It’s amazing to see your real smile again, you closer to your old self despite the past losses. He really has helped you, so I want to meet the man who helped my dear friend so much.”

You contemplated her kind words, getting down to the point that everyone probably was happy to see you again, yourself physically and mentally.

“I’ll call him, see if he can come. Can’t promise anything, his work is very important to him, so if it needs him he’s there.”

Emily smiled widely, leaning over to kiss your cheek before you moved to open the front door and start your car.

“Great, I’m actually bringing someone. Poor Spencer might be the only one.”

“Aaron is as well?”

“Hotch, yeah,” She laughed. “Meet her at some track meet he had, Jack really likes her.”

“That’s good, I’ll see you soon then,” You smiled, shutting the door as Emily watched you back out, waving a small goodbye.

Leaving the facility, while at a stop light, you found your flip phone, finding the contact of Jethro and quickly dialing the number.

“Gibbs,” He answered.

“Hey, are you on a case?”

“No, are you driving?”

“Yes, safely. What are you doing? Building a boat,” You chuckled, imagining him in the basement with the tool and sweaty shirt.

“Yeah. Did you meet up with your old team today?”

“Mhm, all surprised to see me today. It was humorous in a sense. But, Rossi invited me and everyone to a dinner, telling us to bring a partner.”

“Who are you planning on bringing?”

“You.”

“So, we’re being more public with our relationship?”

“Just with the old team, my old team, they don’t have contact with anyone apart of NCIS, or at least not personal only professional.”

“I thought you were going to come and see me, instead of making me drive,” You could almost sense his smile on the other line, a mocking one.

Gibbs would obviously accept the offer, the man truly holding a strong affection for you, a soft spot personally for you, so he would agree to drive the hour or two.

But just because he would, it doesn’t mean he didn’t have to mess around a bit, act like he wouldn’t.

“I know, but then you can see my new apartment. And after this weekend, who knows when we’ll be able to see each other again. Both of our jobs involved sporadic cases that start and end at no specific time, hard to plan around. And, everyone is pressuring me to meet you.”

“I’m already popular, huh?”

“I suppose,” You huffed, rubbing your temple, exhaustion starting to take over you, wanting to get some rest, a calming bath to combat earlier feelings that seemed as if they were creeping up once again.

“I’ll come, don’t worry. Get home safe, call me when you have the address and date.”

“Okay, bye.” You hung up, tossing the phone onto the empty seat as you continued to drive, playing the music from the CD already inserted in your car.

Time leading up to the dinner seemed to fly by, especially considering that it wasn’t much time and you weren’t having to work. You decided to take the free time to get fully settled in, figure out your nerves, make a phone call to your therapist, and even read. Trying to get prepared for all the days that are to come.

Your hair was now being changed from its normal du to a new one, fancier in a sense. Applying a nice coat of makeup, new lip color, trying a new pallet and the old eyelash curler that hasn’t been used in a while, you finished ‘upgrading’ your face. A outfit was simple, considering you didn’t have many fancy ones, so with not much to choose, it was a quick decision.

Sliding that on and fixing the straps to be a bit tighter, messing with the bra to fit correctly, and pulling it down a bit, you grabbed your go to purse, shoving needed materials a into it as you moved to the kitchen.

Within the kitchen, there was a certain door within the wall of the pantry with a password. Quickly typing in the combination the door swung open, choosing between a small but handy knife, you put in the pocket of your bag.

You weren’t too worried about dangers at the dinner, but with years of catching/fighting murders, specific people after you, and even very powerful assassins, you carried certain weapons for safety.

Hearing the sturdy knock of someone’s knuckles on your front door, you rushed to shut the the secret door in the pantry, heading to your front door where someone was waiting.

A quick peak through the hole, your eyes widened in surprise and opened the door, allowing the man to walk in.

“I wasn’t expecting to see you, till uh, later tonight,” You mentioned, looking him up and down to see him more dressed up. “Are you not able to attend anymore?”

“No, I’m still going,” Hotch denied, sliding off his shoes and following you to the couch. “I just wanted to chat before than, a chance for just the two of us.”

“Is something wrong?” You walked over to your teapot, filling it with water, and placing it on your stove, heating up the water. “This is very unexpected.”

“Nothing is wrong. I just want to talk to you, see the apartment, hear what’s new with you.”

“Things,” You shrugged. “Obviously I’ve had a new job experience, similar in ways and also not. Grew closer with a new group of teammates, people, lost a few. Yeah, lost a few,” You repeated, remembering Jenny Shepard, even Kate, both amazing women, who did amazing things.

“That’s always hard, I guess my most recent loss was Haley,” Aaron hummed, soon the kettle making a high pitched noise, you rushing to take it off and grab some tea bags.

“She was also a amazing woman. Wonderful mother, cared so much for that little boy.”

“She really was.”

“Did you come to chat about her, it’s been a while since we had. Last time we really talked was five months after she passed, after the funeral.”

“It really has been that long?” Aaron questioned, taking the tea that you time handed him. “But it’s not the reason I came. I should have made more of a effort to keep in touch, after your transfer, after your loss.”

“You stayed with me for three months, allowing to lose some time with your son so you could change my dirty sheets and pick up all my snotty tissues,” You laughed, sitting down across from him with your own cup. “You had to get back to your family, make up for loss time.”

“You still helped me with my divorce during that time, and I still saw Jack,” He reminded you.

“I could’ve moved in with my father, but you allowed me not to do that.”

“Your father is a good man, but might not be the best to live with,” He laughed, a deep chuckle, something you didn’t see much. “You look nice.”

“Now you just notice,” You chuckle, taking another sip. “Thank you, you look nice as well. I was actually just going to call Jethro and tell him to meet me there, a bit of a drive and he isn’t happy about having to find a new team,” You spoke freely, feeling comfortable with the old friend, one you used to spill everything to years ago, him ranting to you too.

“Jethro? He has his own team? Sounds like a boss of some type.”

“Uh, technically. It’s complicated. I need to get going, to make it to the dinner on time and, finish, um, cleaning up my room before leaving.”

“I could take you there.”

“No thanks, I’ll see you there, bye.” You helped guide him to the door, a curt wave before he exited and shut it, locking it in a rush and moving back to the dining room table to clean the mugs.

You didn’t want to tell him all that, always insecure due to Gibbs being the prior boss of you and how people looked at that. Rumors were always spread about your and Aaron’s relationship, mostly about it being romantic.

Joining the team, you two easily hit it off due to your personalities. Always being filled with determination and stubbornness, refusing to give up till everything was done and right, even with files. Eventually you joined together, talked, spent most days with each other due to cases, and truly gained a very close friendship.

When rumors were getting around, glares were thrown your way, comments, left out by members who weren’t your immediate teams. People thought you were the cause of Haley and Aaron’s divorce, somehow word got around quickly, drama always does.

It was frustrating, already dealing with many different things at home, and even being in a relationship, it put so much unneeded stress and anxiety onto you.

So, getting into a relationship with Gibbs was a very reluctant thing on your part, he expressed his feelings first, but it was hard to accept them, despite the nerves he faced to do it.

Locking up the apartment, having all of your items with you, you made your way out the door and too your car, starting the drive to David’s house.

Upon arriving, you could hear light chatter in the home, lights on, and soothing music playing in the background. It sounded like everyone was having their fun, you couldn’t make out all the shadows of everyone indoors, just waiting outside for Jethro to arrive.

“Y/n?” You turned around at the sound of his voice, keys jingling in his hands as he walked up to you with a sly smile, shoving them in his pockets to place his arms around your waist. “What’s wrong, love?” Be snaked them around, a kiss to your somewhat clothed shoulder.

“Nothing, just a bit nervous to introduce you to everyone,” You smiled back at him, he squeezed a little tighter, catching your lips in a quick kiss. “Looking at your team, yet?”

“Nevermind that,” He grumbled, removing his hands to now interlace your left one with his right. “We should go in, right?”

“Maybe we could head back, to my place, say you are sick or something?” You looked back at him with a pleading look, to which he just chuckled at, starting to move to the front door, pressing the doorbell as you groaned a little.

“You’ll be fine,” He looked back at you as Rossi answered the door, cheerful smile on his lips, glass of scotch in hand as he moved out of the way to let you in.

“Ah! Y/n!” He cheered, leaning over to kiss your cheek and then pulled back. “Glad you made it! This must be…”

“Y/n! Oh where is the man?” Penelope rushed in, coming right by you with her own fruity drink, then leaning to whisper in your ear. “Is this him, oo!”

“Uh, Jethro that’s David,” You pointed to the man who first greeted you, him and Jethro shaking hands. “This is Penelope, the one kind of like Abby,” You smiled, as she gave you a little look, turning back and enveloping him in a little hug. She quickly turned back to you.

“He looks a little intimidating,” She whispered as you just laughed.

“For sure,” You nodded.

“Can I offer you a drink?” David turned to you two, gesturing to the one in his hand. “Something like Garcia for you Y/n, and what about you Jethro?”

“Just call me Gibbs, and yeah that’s fine,” He corrected Rossi, taking your hand as the two of you walked more inside of the magnificent house.

It truly was so well designed, very expensive, and the appetizers adorning the oak wood table looked very delicious. You wanted to go and grab a bite, before you were actually led to the living room where everyone was currently sitting.

“L/n, finally made it,” Derek laughed, beer in his hand as he pointed at you with a little chuckle. “You always know how to be a bit late.”

“Fashionably late, I believe that’s what it’s called,” JJ corrected them with her own wine glass in hand, Will sat right besides her on one of the couch as most of them in that room joined in laughter.

“What can I say?” You laughed, walking over, feeling less nervous with the factor of introducing your boyfriend, taking a seat on another couch in the large room, Jethro automatically sitting right besides you.

“So, introduce us,” Emily motioned over to Jethro, sly smile playing on her lips.

“This is Jethro, but he goes by Gibbs, and, uh, this is the team,” You started to name everyone off while pointing to them, leaving off a few names due to your members introducing their own partners to you.

Emily, Derek, and JJ had all brought partners. Spencer and Penelope decided to ‘go together’ as if they were partners, and Hotch hadn’t arrived yet. Rossi also had his girlfriend helping him cook in the kitchen, making drinks for you and Gibbs now.

“So, you work at NCIS, right?” Spencer questioned. “The Naval Criminal Investigative Service, very interesting considering the type of crimes you investigate. I would love to hear more about some of your cases and how you went about it,” Spencer smiled, a small notebook being pulled out of his pocket with a pen.

“Yeah,” Gibbs just nodded, looking at you a little questioning, which you just chuckled at.

“Why should we talk so much about work, it’s something we all do too much of,” You joked, everyone laughing, as Dave came back out, handing some drinks.

“Fine, fine, what do you do for fun Mr. Gibbs?” Derek asked, putting a arm over the couch and pulling his girl closer to his side, the woman just on her phone.

“I like to build boats, a type of hobbie I’ve been doing for years.”

“Building boats? Where?” Will wondered, intertwining his fingers with JJ.

“My basement, a private workspace.”

“How do you get it out then?” Penelope inquired, now back by Spencer and her face in her hand, leaning closer to show her interest in Gibbs statement.

“I’d be no fun if you knew that,” He shrugged, taking a drink with a small smile as Penelope gasped, Emily mouthing how ‘I like him’. It was sweet how everything was going well.

They all continued to converse with Gibbs, easily accepting him apart of the conversation, it was sweet and you were now on your second drink, practically all nerves gone.

“Sorry we’re late,” A voice mentioned in the hallway, dressed in a fine suit with a beautiful woman standing besides him. He shrugged off the last of his coat as he hung it up, taking her hand and walking into the hallway a little.

“This is such a nice place, Aaron. Oh! Your friend, wow, so grand,” The woman admired, now truly getting in your line of sight.

“Yeah,” He mumbled, eyes interlocking with yours before falling onto Gibbs. “I’m Aaron, call me Hotch.”

“I’m Gibbs,” Your boyfriend stood up, moving over to the other man with his hand stuck out. “Call me that.”

You had a feeling this evening wouldn’t be as smooth as you hoped.

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taglist - @wolviesbabes @hotch-meeeeeuppppp

(comment to be added, or a tag list for all my gibbs post)

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Fic: An Unexpected Encounter

Characters: Professor (not professor then) Kukui, Professor Oak, Ash Ketchum, Gary Oak

Summary: Koa Kukui has traveled to Pallet Town in order to start his Pokémon Journey in Kanto, and while he’s there, he meets someone who feels strangely familiar...

A/N: This idea came to my mind many months ago but finally I found the time to finish this story. I love the SuMo episode where Celebi brings Ash back in time to inspire young Kukui, and when I remembered that Kukui also traveled in Kanto once canonically, I started thinking... what if the same also happened the other way around, without them knowing. So here’s the result. Keep in mind that Kukui was a kid when he met S&M era Ash, while in this fic he is a young adult while Ash is like 5, so no, he doesn’t know the connection (yet). Enjoy and please leave comments, it’s been /ages/ since I’ve last written anything Pokémon related!

Words: 2090+

[AO3 link]

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“Hello, professor. It’s nice to finally meet you. My name is Koa Kukui.” A young man with his black hair under a cap and clothes that were slightly questionable for Kanto’s weather extended his hand to greet the region’s most well known Pokémon professor, Samuel Oak.

“Alola, Koa! Isn’t that what they say where you live?”

The young man chuckled at the comment.

“That is correct. I suppose your cousin has taught you a thing or two about our region already.”

“Yes indeed, he has. I make sure to visit him at least once a year because Alola is such a fascinating place. I was so surprised when I first saw your gigantic Exeggutor! And your Vulpix are ice type, right?”

“They are,” Kukui confirmed. “It is kind of ironic when you think about the weather differences between these two regions, but it starts making more sense when you learn that the Alolan Vulpix’ natural habitat is Mount Lanakila.”

“Yes, I once read Samson’s article about that.” Oak nodded. “But I don’t think you came here to educate me on the Alolan variants. Samson informed me that a very promising young trainer wishes to participate in our league challenge. What brought you this far from your home, though?”

Kukui’s mouth twitched slightly when he heard the compliment. Apparently Samson Oak did tell his cousin more than just Pokémon puns.

“I am interested in learning more about different kinds of Pokémon moves, but I don’t think Alola alone can give me enough challenge and information to complete my research. People there prefer playing and just relaxing with their Pokémon instead of battling. But hopefully our new school will inspire more young trainers to start battling more seriously and our competitive scene will grow. Once I get my degree finished, I might start teaching there too. However, my ultimate dream is having a league of our own in Alola but that seems a bit, sorry for the pun, Farfetch’d at this point.”

“You’re an ambitious one, aren’t you?” Oak said with amusement.

“I guess you could say that.” Kukui rubbed the back of his neck.

“Please stay that way,” Oak stated. “Remember that we Kantonians weren’t this serious about battling either back in the day. But the new generation, like our new champion Lance, always brings something new to the table. It sounds like you’re trying to achieve many different goals at once. I remember also being like that when I was younger…”

“Some people say I’m crazy for trying to Tackle so many things in such a short time but I can’t help it. This might sound a bit silly but I’ve been secretly itching to compete in the Indigo League ever since I was a kid. A boy I once met told me that he had battled in different Pokémon leagues and I remember wishing that I could do that too. I guess that thought has in a way stuck with me to this day.”

“Oh. That’s interesting. I think it’s a totally valid reason to want to travel here.” Oak’s eyes focused on his watch for a moment. Kukui imagined that with that many Pokémon in his lab, he probably had a very strict schedule. “By the way, did you bring any Pokémon with you?”

“Just my Incineroar,” Kukui replied. “He’s been with me since I was a kid. I left my other Pokémon in a friend’s care for a time being.”

“I see. I take it you’re planning to catch some new Pokémon here in Kanto, then.”

“Yes, that’s what I’m hoping to do.”

“In that case, we should probably start here.” Professor Oak pointed at three Pokéballs that were put on display on his work desk. Before Kukui managed to take any of the pokéballs into his hands, though, two kids ran into the room unannounced.

“Woah, are you gonna pick your starter?” the first one, with brown hair and clear resemblance to Professor Oak asked.

“What will you pick, what will you pick?” the other one, a boy with black hair and unique lightning shaped markings on his cheeks asked. There was something weirdly familiar about him even though Kukui wasn’t sure what made him think that way.

The boys were both still very young, according to Kukui’s estimation, maybe 4 or 5 years old, and they weren’t lacking energy. They kept staring at him intensely as he considered his options.

“Boys! It’s not polite to interrupt us when we are having a meeting!” Professor Oak scolded them. “I’m sorry, Koa, this is my grandson and his friend who lives nearby. I’ve told them that when I’m dealing with work related things they should not disturb me… but as you can see, they do not listen.”

“It’s OK.” Kukui laughed, waving his hand. “I still remember what it was like to be a kid. If I had been living in a place like this, you bet I would have been so curious about each and every Pokémon around me.”

“Alright, then,” Oak decided to let it be. “Well, I guess these boys are dying to know which starter you’ll choose, so, go ahead and make your decision.”

“You should pick Squee-tle!” Oak’s grandson exclaimed.

“Everyone knows that Cha-man-deh is the best!” his friend insisted.

Kukui was amused by how the boys pronounced the Pokémon’s names, but instead of mentioning that aloud, he took the third pokeball, with a tiny leaf sticker on the surface, into his hands.

“You know what, boys? I think I disagree with you both. I myself think that Bulbasaur is the best Kanto starter. Come out, Bulbasaur!”

A red light flashed in the room and a Pokémon appeared in front of them.

“Bulba! Saur!”

“Wow, it’s so cool!” the black haired boy exclaimed, having already forgotten that he supposedly preferred Charmander. “Look at this bulb on its back!” He started poking it and Kukui could see some kind of powder starting to float out of it.

“Be careful, kiddo!” He warned. “That could be poisonous or even cause paralysis!”

“But… but…” The boy didn’t have time to say more because he fell asleep on the lab floor faster than Kukui could say ‘Litten’.

“Well… I guess we now know the first move this Bulbasaur knows. Sleep Powder,” Kukui said awkwardly as he called the Pokémon back into its ball and lifted the sleeping boy from the floor. Professor Oak showed him a couch where he could let the boy rest while his grandson was jumping around him, asking Oak if he was going to be OK.

“Calm down, Gary, the powder will wear off maybe in an hour or so and he’ll be just fine. You guys have been in much worse incidents,” the professor noted.

Kukui wondered what kind of incidents those had been, but as he set the boy down, he made a solemn promise to be more careful with his Pokémon from then on when there were kids around.

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“Oh, you’re finally awake!” Oak’s grandson, Gary, said when his friend opened his eyes about an hour later. He had been waiting with Kukui the whole time while Oak had gone off to feed the Pokémon he was taking care of. “We’ve been waiting for aaaages.”

“What happened?” the boy asked slightly drowsily. “Why am I here?”

“It was Bulbasaur’s Sleep Powder,” Kukui responded. “You got some of it into your system and fell asleep.”

“It was really effective, then!” the boy said happily, quickly shaking off his drowsiness.

“That’s one way to look at it,” Kukui laughed before getting serious again. “I am sorry, though. I should have warned you earlier. Bulbasaur sometimes extracts those powders when you poke its bulb.”

“It’s fine! One time I tried to ride one of Professor Oak’s Tauros. That didn’t end well,” the boy reminisced.

“Oh, what happened?” Kukui asked.

“I fell and broke some bones. They had to take me to the hospital. But I’m all good now!” the boy told him, like an incident like that was an everyday occurrence for him.

“Wow, sounds like you have a tendency to get into trouble, young man. Where I come from, Tauros are used as Ride Pokémon, but they can be really fast and unpredictable when they want to, so you need to have some practice before you’re allowed to ride them on your own.”

“Yeah… Well, the professor said we shouldn’t go near them… but he was out somewhere and Gary and I were bored so we wanted to see who would be a faster Tauros rider. I won because Gary didn’t manage to climb up his Tauros.”

“Hah, that’s only because I knew it was a stupid idea!” Gary claimed.

“He’s lying,” the other boy pouted.

“Alright, boys, let’s use Calm Mind” Kukui said before they started a bigger argument. “So, you spend a lot of time here in the lab, don’t you? You must really love Pokémon.”

“We do!” the boys answered in unison.

“Funny, I guess I’m a Psychic type because I knew that,” Kukui chuckled. “Are you thinking about becoming trainers when you’re older?”

“Yes, of course!” Gary answered without any hesitation.

“Yes, I’d like to…” the other boy said, not nearly as certain. Something about his tone caught Kukui’s attention. He couldn’t say he knew this boy very well yet because they had only exchanged a few sentences so far, but based on his earlier comments he wasn’t lacking confidence or will to learn more about Pokémon. That’s why it seemed a bit strange that he wasn’t as eager about starting his own journey as his friend seemed to be.

“Hmmm? You’d like to? Is there something hindering you?” Kukui asked. “If you want to tell me, of course.”

“It’s… my mum. Every time I tell her I want to be a Pokémon trainer when I’m bigger, she gets all weird.”

“Weird?”

“Yeah. She starts mopping or peeling the potatoes like she doesn’t hear me. I don’t think she wants me to become a Pokémon trainer.”

Apparently Oak’s grandson enjoyed sharing a good drama because when he realized that his friend wasn’t going to spill the beans, he announced: “It’s because of his dad. He started his Pokémon journey a looong time ago and never came back home.”

Kukui wondered briefly what exactly that meant; if the dad had simply left them or if he had died on his journey. Either way, he couldn’t help but feel bad for this boy he had just barely met.

“Gary! You didn’t have to tell him that!” the boy exclaimed.

“Grandpa always tells me you’re supposed to tell the truth,” Gary argued.

“Yeah, but…”

“Okay, I think I’ve heard enough,” Kukui stopped them. “It doesn’t matter to me why his mother thinks that way. There are still many years left before you’re old enough to become a trainer, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, take advantage of that time. Hang out here with the Pokémon whenever you can and show your mother how much you love them. If you still want to become a trainer when you’re old enough, she will understand. She’s probably just worried about you.”

“You think she would let me go?” the boy asked, sounding more hopeful.

“If you know how to pull from the right strings, she will,” Kukui winked at him.

“Awesome!” Suddenly the boy seemed to throw all his worries away and he asked: “Hey, hey, do you have any other Pokémon with you right now? I’d love to see them!”

“Sorry, I only have one with me here in Kanto and I left him at the Pokémon Center in Viridian City before I came here,” Kukui apologized. “I wanted to make sure he’s in good shape when we start our journey.”

“Owww, that’s too bad. But maybe you can show it another time.”

“Yeah, maybe.” Kukui smiled. “And who knows, maybe one day you and I will get to battle each other. Just keep on dreaming!”

“I will!” the boy promised.

Soon after that Professor Oak showed up again and told the boys to not annoy their guest who probably wanted to get going already. Kukui just waved his hand dismissively at him, telling him the boys were not bothering him. As they ran out to continue playing and he himself prepared to leave, he couldn’t get rid of a weird feeling. It was like he knew the dark haired boy already even though he had no idea how that was possible. Something also told him that this probably wouldn’t be the last time he would hear about these boys.

#professor kukui #ash ketchum #professor oak #pokeani #gary oak #my fics

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the-rattatas-told-me-everything · 3 years

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Hey! I’m recently watched the movie Encanto and absolutely ADORED it and as soon as I heard about Bruno’s powers my brain would not stop until I made a Pokémon au so here it is!

Like the movie the Madrigals are a super powered family BUT in this au they are Pokémon with the power to mega evolve!! Along with this they also have the same powers as in the movie so they are extra special :D

(though trying to have the entire family be Pokémon that can mega evolve posed a bit of a challenge with the triplets it helped kickstart the decision)

Now let’s list everyone and their assigned poke!

Abuela Alma - Ursaring - I chose ursaring mostly because like Mirabel she cannot mega evolve! She has no special powers besides being a mama bear(grandma bear?) But even without them she loves her family dearly so I thought this Pokémon would fit best! Also normal type to mirror Mira :3

The Triplets

Pepa Madrigal - Ampharos - one of the wonderful triplets! I love pepa a LOT and I thought with her weather powers and generally warm color pallete Ampharos would work wonderfully

Julieta Madrigal - Audino - she was actually one of the first I decided on that helped fuel the mega decision, with her healing powers and general calm aura I thought audino would be a great fit!

Bruno Madrigal - Absol - I mean come on. This one is pretty obvious. with the way the town acted around him, as if he was the one causing the bad things it was a pretty clear choice. the connection is what sparked this au in the first place (look up absols dex entries if you don’t believe me)

The Grandkids

Isabela Madrigal - Lopunny - pretty girl is pretty Pokémon what can I say- in all seriousness I think this one was one of the hardest to choose with not that many megas that were grass but with the way Isa feels about her powers and wanting to do more and how lopunnys mega looks I think it ended up being a good fit

Dolores Madrigal - Lucario - I think this one is actually pretty interesting with Lucarios ability to “see” peoples aura and sense things with its sensors. Along with her magic hearing I feel that it would go nicely together and be fun!

Luisa Madrigal - swampert - I mean LOOK at that mega form! It’s strong as hell! This one is based on vibes alone but I think Luisa would like swimming

Camilo Madrigal - Sableye - mischievous little guys!! This one is also based on vibes I don’t have much to say other than him being just a creachur,,, no one can stop this,,,

Mirabel Madrigal - Eevee - MY HONEY MY BABY MY DAUGHTER I love her so much and with all her talents and potential eevee was just to perfect to pass up!!!

Antonio Madrigal - Kangaskhan - okay hear me out- not the big one- but the baby. The baby kangaskhan is exactly Antonio, he’s a little guy and he knows it and I love him for it

The Hubbys

Felix Madrigal - Raichu - CUDDLY YELLOW AND LOVES HIS WIFE WHAT MORE CAN I SAY

Agustín Madrigal - Krickitune - he’s a silly dad ok?? And krickitune is a goofy Pokémon. Also fun mustache

#encanto #encanto au #alma madrigal #pepa madrigal #julieta madrigal #bruno madrigal #isabela madrigal #dolores madrigal #luisa madrigal #camilo madrigal #mirabel madrigal #antonio madrigal #felix madrigal #agustin madrigal #pokemon #pokémon au

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joyful-soul-collector · 4 years

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🌷Irondad Fanfic Rec List🌷

World’s Best Babysitter by @jen27ny

Summary: “The second Tony sees that Morgan’s favorite stuffed elephant grew to the size of a real elephant, he vows to himself to never ever let Scott babysit again.”

Relationships/Tropes: Scott Lang & Peter Parker, Scott Lang & Morgan Stark, Scott Lang & Tony Stark, Irondad, Spider-Sized Peter Parker, Babysitting, Crackfic

Review: This was so hilarious man I love how Peter made himself a Lego spaceship to be shrunk in, that's such a Peter thing to do

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blood under my belt by pvrker

Summary: His sweatpants come off next, landing softly on the expensively tiled floor before he kicks them to the side. "What the fuck-"

It's a reasonable reaction, seeing the bright blotch of red inside the crotch of his pants. And Peter thinks, this can't be happening.

Relationships/Tropes: Irondad, Ironmom, Trans Peter Parker, Coming Out

Review: This is so so sweet! I love the way this Peter's reaction was described, and the way Pepper treated him with such kind gentleness, and how sweet Tony was after he found out what was going on. Just too freaking sweet and nice

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Like A Bear by @an-odd-idea

Summary:

Whumptober 2020

Prompt 21: Hypothermia

Peter and Tony wake up sealed in a box, but it’s not just a box, and Peter’s not just a kid

Relationships/Tropes: Irondad, Kidnapped, Whumptober, Peter Parker Can’t Thermoregulate

Review: This story was great! The tension of Peter beginning to fall asleep and Tony panicking and doing his best to try and keep Peter warm was perfect, and I love how Rhodey was right there for Tony, waiting for him to wake up. So sweet <3

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A Shrunken Spider by @an-odd-idea

Summary: A fight with a magic-wielding foe leaves Peter shrunken and vulnerable. Luckily, Tony is there to take care of him until the spell wears off.

Relationships/Tropes: Irondad, Tiny Peter Parker

Review: This story was so cute! I love how Peter felt so safe in Tony's hand, as well as the part with the poptart haha. I think my favorite thing was that Tony kept holding Peter even as he was getting back to normal, it was so s o f t

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When You Smile I Am Undone by @superherotiger

Summary: HI! IF YOU'RE STILL DOING THE DRABBLES, COULD YOU DO ONE WITH A THEATER NERD PETER? PREFERABLY HAMILTON BUT IT DOESN'T HAVE TO BE!!!!! THANK YOU!! :D

Relationships/Tropes: Irondad, Theatre Nerd Peter Parker, Hamilton

Review: AAAAAAAAA this story had so much emotion??? It was so cool to see Tony's reaction to certain parts of the musical in relation to Peter, especially the part where Philip died. I hadn't even thought of how Tony would react to that tbh, so it was almost a surprise, but it made perfect sense for Tony to react rather strongly to it compared to other parts. Loved this fic, 10/10

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Worst. Kidnappers. Ever. by @jen27ny

Summary: Not sure if this has been done before? But would you consider a prompt where Peter gets kidnapped but escapes easily, his kidnappers not even realizing that he's gone. So Peter gets home and is hanging out with Tony and then Tony gets a ransom call from the kidnappers but Tony just stares at Peter who just shrugs like its no big deal.

Relationships/Tropes: Irondad, Kidnapping, (sort of), Crackfic

Review: HAHA this fic was hilarious, I loved Peter's complete nonchalance, and I love how Tony was still worried about him even though Peter was right there and perfectly fine lol

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That Would Be Enough by @superherotiger (Pt. 3 of Estranged Irondad AU, Pt. 1 & 2 linked ^^^)

Summary: Nicknames and Tony Stark seemed to come hand in hand.

With a single glance at someone he could conjure up a title that would brand them for years to come, much to the amusement and frustration of his close friends like Rhodey, Pepper and Happy. Sometimes the names were designed to annoy -the clench of Steve Roger’s jaw when he’d first called him Capsicle had been entertaining to say the least-, but most often they were affectionate. Playful. Reserved for those Tony cared for the most.

And his son Peter was no exception.

Relationships/Tropes: Irondad, Estranged Irondad AU, Gunshot wound

Review: AAAAAAAA THIS FIC IS SO SWEET AND SAD AT THE SAME TIME. I love how you can see them slowly starting to get closer to each other, slowly building up a bond of trust and love, and it's just so wholesome and perfect <3

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I Hate You 3000 by @jen27ny

Summary: I take need a fic where Peter playfully tells Tony that he hates him 3000. 😂😂😂😂😂 I'm begging you.

Relationships/Tropes: Irondad, Adult Peter Parker, Crackfic

Review: oh my god this was hilarious. I love that Peter trains the new younger avengers now, that's so cute, and my favorite part was when he listed all the inconvenient things that should happen to Tony haha

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Cider by @tsuki-chibi (Pt. 3 of aro-ace dad and son, Pt. 18 of Aro-Ace Valentine fics)

Summary: Dating is a little more complicated when you're not interested in sex. Luckily, Peter has a great mentor.

Relationships/Tropes: Irondad, AroAce Peter Parker, AroAce Tony Stark

Review: You all know I'm always here for Ace Irondad and Spider-Son and this was absolutely PERFECT I love it! I know I worry about the same things Peter talks about in this fic, so it was really nice to see those two talking about that type of stuff :D

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When Your Colour Has Faded (We Will Paint It Back) by @littlemissagrafina (Pt. 3 of Discord Challenges)

Summary: "Peter, wha-" May started to ask before Peter cut her off, words suddenly spilling over where a moment ago there had been none.

"I don't have colour anymore. I'm dull, faded, and I don't know how to get myself back." Peter's voice was small, the almost numb resignation in it striking May and Tony to their cores.

"I'm not who I used to be. I'm a broken pallet with dried up, cracking paint where I used to be bright, and colourful and I don't know what to do. I don't- I don't know how to get me back." The teenager's voice cracked on the last few words, desperation and despair shining in his eyes.

Relationships/Tropes: Irondad, SpiderAunt, Depressed Peter Parker

Review: This fic was really sad but really nice at the same time. I like that both Peter and his parental figures noticed that something was wrong, I feel like it's usually one or the other in most fics, and I like that Peter asked for help when it was starting to get too bad. We definitely need more stories about characters getting help for their depression instead of suffering through it :']

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Sleepy Crawler by @jen27ny

Summary: Hi! Thank you so much for the prompt you wrote me! I loved it so much! I'm not sure if you are taking more or not but if you are, could you write one where Peter sleeps walking into Pepper and Tony's room, waking them both up! Fluff, cuddles, super sweet moment between the three of them? Thanks so much and you are an amazing writer! I always get a smile when I see you have written something x

Relationships/Tropes: Irondad, Ironmom, Peter Parker Sleepwalks

Review: This story was adorable! It's so cute how Peter subconsciously (or... unconsciously?) went to Tony and Pepper in his sleep when he was stressed out

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mackenziebrooks · 3 years

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Night Mare

Summary: Asta and the reader are in a relationship. The reader has a night mare, so terrible that it makes her wake up some of the Black Bulls squad.

Pairing: Asta x reader

Warnings: cute, angst, fluff, sad, crying, hurt/comfort, heartfelt confessions, dark content, dark times, villains try to take Asta, mentions the word demon, panic attack, anxiety, tears, night mare, angry Asta, sad Asta

Word count: 1,289

A/N: Here is a cute little Asta fic that I decided to write. It's been stuck in my head for a while and finally decide to type it up today. I hope you enjoy it!

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It was completely relaxed and quiet in the base of the Black Bulls. Everyone had turned in for the night to get a goodnights sleep. Each of the members was sleeping calmly and comfortably. Well, most of the members were, for you...it wasn’t such a goodnights sleep.

You were twisting and turning in your bed, saying “No-No”. You then open your eyes and sit up screaming “Asta!!!”, clenching your bed covers. Your heart was pulsating rapidly inside of your chest. Tears were gushing down your cheeks, your nightmare appeared…real.

The next thing you knew your bedroom door busted open. Asta, in his sweatpants, stood there with panic all over his face. He immediately walked over to you and climbed into bed with you. You buried your face into his chest, as his strong arms wrapped around your trembling frame.

It didn’t take long and more of your friends walked in. Finral, Vanessa, Charmy, and Captain Yami. Yami was the last one to walk in saying “Y/n, you better have a good reason for…..”, but his words drifted off. The moment he saw the fear in your face, is when he knew to shut his mouth.

Asta quietly asked “Princess? What happened?” He even ran his fingers through your hair. You whispered, “I-I had a nightmare”. Vanessa spoke “Charmy, can you whip something up for Y/n to help calm her nerves down?”. Charmy nodded and said “I shall return with some goodies for you Y/n”, she then left the room and headed towards the kitchen of the base.

Captain Yami spoke “Alright Y/n, tell us exactly what got you so scared. Only if you feel comfortable telling us”. Captain is being considerate? Course he was like a dad to all of the Black Bulls and he did care about his kids to a certain point. But, with something this serious...he was determined to figure out the problem.

Vanessa and Finral both sat down on the floor to listen to your story. Captain Yami leaned up against the wall, just as Charmy came back in with some warm tea and some of your favorite comfort foods. She sat the tray in front of you and said “There you go girly. I hope this helps you”, she even sat on the edge of your bed. You thanked her and took a small sip of the tea.

Gently, you pulled yourself out of Asta’s chest and you explained “Well we were all just training in the woods like normal. Yami threw everything at us he had. Finral complaining like always. Luck and Magna torturing one another. Asta being a show-off and so on with everyone else”.

You continued “Then all of sudden these magic knights came out of the woods. None from our kingdom. They said that they came for Asta because of something. I don’t remember if he threatened someone or made devilish deals. Course Asta wouldn't comply so they apprehended him and pinned him down to the ground”.

Asta started to rub your back softly, hoping it would help ease your tensions down. Good, because the next part was going to break you. You added “Then-then they started to drag Asta away. Saying that we may never see him again. Yami started to protest and tried to get involved but he got stopped and threatened if he did, he would be taken to. We all know Yami would, but he didn’t. All I could hear was Asta growling, the deep demonic growling starting to come out. I just stood there worried and aching to go after them, but Yami stopped me saying “Don’t kid, we will get him back or our brat can get out of this himself”.

You took a deep breath and you said “All I could do was just watch Asta being hauled away, with tears streaming down my face. That’s when I woke up and yelled Asta”. Asta’s arms tighten up around your body and bury his face into the back of your neck. His own emotions were trying to escape. Like the strong magic knight he is, he kept them at bay.

Captain Yami said “That is one hell of a nightmare princess. You already know I would be sticking my nose into it. No one threatens, takes, or injures my squad unless it is me. I would not hesitate to destroy some other magic knights. Besides they wouldn't get very far with Asta anyways. I bet within like two minutes they would be crying for help”.

The fact that Asta didn’t get upset with Captain Yami calling you princess amazed you. Normally if anyone called you princess that wasn’t him, he’d get a little bit jealous. Guess since it was Captain, he let it slide.

Asta cleared his throat and said “Yeah because you said they pinned me to the ground and dragged me off. Not using any magic. I would be able to go demon soon. Then the rest of you guys could follow the sounds or see the magic and come rescue me. Because I know you guys would”.

Vanessa spoke “Well, yeah we would and we all would just go get in trouble together. Mess with one of us and you get the whole squad. Because we are all family and family does not get left behind. We aren’t family by blood but we are by squad, We take care of each other”.

All of you could agree with the statement that Vanessa said. Every one of you came from different situations. Different challenges. Defeats that eliminated you from the rest of the world. Reasons why you were considered an outcast. Captain Yami took a chance on all of you guys and he made you stronger. He made you surpass your limits. And look at all of you Black Bulls now. The squad is in the top rankings right behind the Golden Dawn and the Crimson Lions.

You said, “I’m sorry that I woke you guys up with my screaming”. Captain Yami said, “No kid, it’s fine. It was a good reason to wake us up. We will just keep our eyes out because we don't know if your nightmare will come true or not. We will tell everyone else later on in the morning”.

All of you nodded your heads and everyone started to head out of your room. Asta kissed the top of your head and got to the door before he got stopped. Captain Yami said “You know I don't like this type of thing but I want you to sleep in here tonight. You can make a pallet on the floor or sleep next to her. I don't care. I want her to at least get some sleep. Hear me, kid?”

Asta nodded his head and said, “I will Captain Yami”. Captain left your room and headed towards his own. Asta shut the door quietly and walked back over towards you. You had finished your tea, the comfort foods from Charmy, and sat the dishes on the side table next to you.

Asta climbed into the bed next to you and you laid your head on his chest. Asta spoke, “Listen to me Princess, No one is going to take me away from you like that. No one is going to cause the love of my life pain. I’m not going to leave you. Not now. Not ever. I love you so much”.

He kissed the top of your head and held you closer to him. You said “I love you to Asta. Thank you for staying here with me”, while closing your eyes. Asta replied, “Anything for you baby girl. I will do whatever it takes to make sure you are safe and you get some sleep”.

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spasmsofthought · 4 years

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unfinished (zuko x reader)

I altered the events of the ATLA finale unknowingly in the first part of this series, so I guess this could be considered a bit AU, but not really. I imagine the reader to be about the same age as Zuko in the cartoon, but it’s really not that big of a preference; read it however you want!

Read the first part of this series here: Silence

So, the first part was set the night before the big finale battle during Sozin’s Comet. This part is set the morning of that day, so Zuko didn’t wait in his uncle’s tent alllll night - in this piece of fiction he stepped out for a break, which is why what happened with him and the reader happened.

I was listening to Meet Me on the Battlefield by SVRCINA as I wrote this and found it very fitting for the mood I was trying to portray for this piece.

I hope you guys enjoy! Feel free to let me know what you think.

Like, comment, reblog! xo

“I’m a coward,” You sigh to Katara.

There is so little time to prepare for today that everyone is doing what they can to soak in the simplicity of eating breakfast. She looks at you for a moment before setting her bowl and chopsticks down on the low table sitting before you both.

“We’re about to go into battle and you choose now to let everyone know that?” Sokka interrupts, using his chopsticks as a tool to point towards you. It’s not an accusing action, but it still makes the nerves in your stomach fizz around like they’re trying to escape. There’s still some grains of rice that stick to the ends, one grain even falls onto the table. It’s a little gross how much of a slob Sokka can be, but you brush it away for today. There are more important things to worry about.

He’s doing his best, but the joke falls a little flat.

Sokka has grown leaps and bounds as a leader, but this morning’s atmosphere is not conducive to running jokes on someone else’s self-admitted flaws or weaknesses.

Katara glares at her brother, “Shut up and finish your breakfast.”

Sokka focuses back on his meal, grumbling words under his breath that you both ignore, and Katara subtly turns towards you. She takes your face in, or at least that’s what you think she’s doing as she stares at you.

“What happened?” Her voice is softer, closer to a whisper. You have to lean in just to make sure the conversation stays between you both.

Your elbows rest on your knees and your face falls into your hands. After you walked away from Zuko, you spent the rest of early morning as the sun rose lying on your pallet trying to reconcile the fact that you could die today and you were always the type of person to save important things for the very last minute.

“It couldn’t have been that bad... whatever it is you did,” Katara says compassionately, her hand smoothing down your hair. She can be such a mother sometimes.

“I kissed him,” You slightly grimace at the words. They’re bittersweet coming from your mouth.

Both Sokka and Katara know who you’re talking about. As oblivious as Zuko is, you wear your heart on your sleeve in the same manner. They knew what you were feeling before you would even admit it to yourself.

Sokka chokes and coughs loudly, ever the eavesdropper. Once he’s recovered, he looks at you with his mouth gaping open making a sound of unbelief. It only makes you want to curl inside yourself.

“Okay...” Katara nods assuredly, like it isn’t that big of a deal. Like she’s not a teenager who’s also trying to figure out romance during war-time. You wish you had her confidence. “Well, how did he react?”

Her curiosity will be the death of you. You can feel the grimace become more pronounced and you push your hair away from your face, eyes focusing on the surrounding scenery. Here it comes.

“Uh...” You don’t know what to do with your hands, or with yourself. “I kind of walked away before he could say anything about it.”

Sokka groans and slaps the palm of his right hand onto his forehead, leaving a red-ish mark (that looks like a blob) on his forehead, and turns his focus back on his meal. Katara only shakes her head and rolls her eyes with a slight smirk on her face as she turns her body to be perpendicular with the low-sitting table, picking up her bowl and chopsticks.

“You two are perfect for each other.”

The entrance of Zuko and his uncle Iroh interrupts any chance you had at a reply to Katara.

Everyone moves away from the solitary table, including yourself, so you can all sit in a circle together. They are greeted warmly and are handed breakfast, but it’s easy to tell the atmosphere has shifted.

The reality of what today is can no longer be ignored.

The group settles as Zuko and his uncle talk. You pay little attention to the words, trying to focus on the moment. Gathered together as a sort-of mismatched family, this may be the last time you are all together.

Your stomach turns.

Iroh makes it evident that Zuko is to become the next Fire Lord, which in no way surprises you. It was his destiny. The group is split up like you thought it would be: Katara and Zuko will travel to the Fire Nation Capital to face Azula, his sister, and challenge her for his birthright. You will travel with Suki, Toph, and Sokka to take down the Fire Nation airships.

“Don’t you want to come with us?” Katara asks, motioning to you and Zuko as the group separates to prepare to leave. You give her a sad sort of smile; the kind that tells her you had already decided.

“I’d only be in your way. I can do much more if I go with your brother.”

Appa and the rest is patiently waiting as you stand with her in what could be your final goodbye.

“Besides, riding a giant eel hound this once will make more more grateful to be on Appa’s back next time.” You give a laugh, but it comes out as a small sob, too.

Katara grips you in a tight hug, like she’s trying to press her strength into you so it’s something you can share with each other. You wrap your arms around her as your eyes water.

It’s hard to be separated from the only family you’ve ever really known with the possibility, tucked in a corner of your heart, that you may never see Katara or Zuko ever again. Even Sokka, Suki, or Toph if you all somehow manage to get separated from each other.

“Be smart. I love you, sister.” Her voice is infused with the kind of steel you need to hear. The term of familial endearment makes her squeeze you tighter for a second. “We’ll see you when this is over,” Katara says as she finally pulls away.

You can only manage to nod as you do your best to discreetly wipe away the tear tracks on your cheeks.

“I’ll see you then.” You give her a barely-there smile.

She makes her way over to Toph, Suki, and Sokka. You know they’ve already said their goodbyes to each other, but it doesn’t hurt to have one more before today actually starts.

Zuko now stands in front of you, silent as ever. You look away for a second, trying to take a deep breath in, but your lungs take in only a shallow one. You’re unsure of what to do or what to say. Despite the fact that you kissed him last night, you both had built up a decent friendship as he traveled with the group.

You meet Zuko’s eyes finally after a few moments, feeling brave enough to do so. The amber color gives you a sort of strange comfort, a bit like the feeling of home (not that you know much about that feeling).

There’s too much to say and no time to say it; to say anything.

I might be in love with you. The truth reverberates in your soul, like it’s going to stay rooted there no matter how much you try to tug it out of the ground.

You’re not sure you should reach out and touch him, but you do anyway. Your hand rests on his left shoulder, gently trying to steady both yourself and him.

Like you’re trying to hold onto him for as long as you can; as long as the spirits will allow.

“Don’t be reckless.” It’s the only thing you can manage, knowing him the way you do. Your eyes stay on his, like you’re both trying to communicate something without wasting the space with a bunch of words and failing.

Zuko’s eyes roam, though you don’t know what they’re exactly looking for on your face. You try to take him in, like last night. You try to do your bet to memorize what he looks like. Like if you can stare hard enough, long enough, he will be burned into your mind forever.

There are too many things to say and no time to say any of them. There are too many things that may remain forever unsaid. You don’t know what to do with that. There is an incompleteness you feel as you stand in front of him.

That’s the funny thing about war: it leaves a lot of things unfinished.

“Don’t lose,” You voice almost breaks, and you think Zuko knows that. You can see Katara climb up to Appa’s saddle out of your peripheral vision. There’s rustling behind you that tells you your group is waiting for you as they adjust themselves on the giant eel hound.

You don’t know if he knows, but it’s too late now. There’s no time.

I might be in love with you.

He’s oblivious, you think.

“I’ll do my best,” Zuko finally says and your eyes can’t help but water. It’s all too much. There’s too much you need to say; too much you need to do. There’s too much to feel. You don’t let the tears escape.

Your hand drifts down his shoulder slowly and he grips your hand in his before it can come back to your side. You don’t know what it means, but you hope you’ll remember this moment for the rest of your life.

I might be in love with you.

“I have to go, and so do you,” You nod your head forward to where Katara and Appa are prepared to leave.

You take a step backwards and so does Zuko. He holds onto your hand until it has to slip out of his. The fingers that had been intertwined together now only hold air. You don’t know what he wants, what he meant. You don’t know how to read him, and now you are heading into a battle you may not even survive.

If only things had been different. If only you had been braver.

You make you way to the eel hound and climb on to the saddle. It’s big enough to fit four people, which would impress you more if you weren’t focused on other things.

There’s a small speech that Iroh gives to you all, and you listen half-heartedly, trying to get your emotions under control. It’s firm and confident, but like everything else today, it doesn’t last long.

The eel hound takes off just as Appa begins his ascent to the sky. You keep your eyes on the sky bison as long as you can, but after a few short seconds you lose their position in the sky. The wind whips your hair into a frenzy and something heavy settles in you.

I might be in love with you.

Indeed, there are things war leaves unfinished.

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quarantined-with-bucky · 4 years

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Shopping

Bodyguard!Bucky x Reader

Request: Hi! May I ask for a hc or scenario in wich Bucky falls for the reader who has a "spoiled brat" stereotype...u know? Like a Regina George from Mean Girls type of attitude, Maybe the reader is the daughter of someone important who Bucky needs to protect idk I thought it could be quite fun, anyway...loved your writing so much in "Dichotomy" ❤

Words: ~ 4,500

Summary: Bucky’s paid to be your bodyguard and you’re, well, kind of a bitch.

Warnings: None! For once ;)

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There is three things men want in life.

1. They want to see if they can fuck you.

2. They want to see if they can fuck you over.

3. They want to get you out the fucking picture.

That was simply a fact of life. It was especially accurate in the world you grew up in: the world of powerful men, fast cars, vast mansions, and extravagant wardrobes. There was something about everyone’s cut-throat attitude that also seemed to drag along these luxuries. It was all about showing off: who had the most expensive car, whose house was bigger – whose wife was hotter.

This is the climate you grew up in: constant competition, envious friends, malicious enemies. There was a certain image you were expected to maintain, so you did exactly that. Not only did you have the weight of one day taking over your father’s company on your shoulders, you had the paparazzi stalking your every move. There wasn’t a single moment of peace in your life. You couldn’t go to the mall or the grocery store without at least one picture of you showing up on Daily Mail.

You’d grown up with it and, for the most part, you didn’t have to do things like that anyway. There was always someone to do those menial tasks for you.

Until you moved out of your parents’ house. You finally graduated college; a twenty-something kid finally ready to jump into the world on your own two feet. You were eagerly awaiting your move into your New York City apartment – a swanky two-bedroom on the top floor of a building in Soho.

Everything was going swimmingly well until you had an altercation with paparazzi. It was hard to navigate the narrow streets and sidewalks of the city, and as you were meeting your friend at a restaurant, you found it was a little too easy for the cameramen to push you around on the street. However, while you were thinking more along the lines of a restraining order against them, your father had other ideas.

“No way,” you interrupted, holding your hands up to your father. “That’s not happening.”

He raised his eyebrows at you. “It is happening. Unless you want this to happen again.” He tossed the stack of newspapers onto your dining table, the photo of you on the front page sliding across the table towards you. The title read “(Y/N) Falters – Will She Fumble Daddy’s Company?” You bit the inside of your cheek, the photo immortalized you trying to push past the group of people photographing your every step, the bright flashes causing you to hold your hands in front of your eyes. “This won’t be happening again.”

…

That’s how you met Bucky. At first, it was nice to have him around. He shook your hand once as he introduced himself. It was months before he even said anything else to you. He stood posted up in the doorway of every room you walked into. He wore a smart looking suit ever day, the top few buttons of his shirt undone to show off his tanned muscles underneath.

He walked you to restaurants, taking the lead, keeping the paparazzi at a far distance away from you. He followed you around shopping, carrying your Gucci, Dior, and Balenciaga bags to your car for you. God, it was a dream. What was even dreamier were his eyes. Before anyone approached you to speak with you, he stopped them, turning his head to look at you for your nod of approval before letting them past. And holy fuck those two seconds of fleeting eye contact made you absolutely melt. You almost started scheduling unnecessary appointments into your schedule just so he could face you again for confirmation. You stared back at him as seductively as possible, eyes half lidded, glossy, staring back at him and tilting your head in the slightest nod.

That was the only time he ever acknowledged you. That, and when he opened your car door for you. He never said much – if anything – at all. But his presence was so demanding: his shoulders were so broad, his chest constantly puffed out, his jaw clenched, and eyebrows narrowed in challenge. It took every bit of willpower not to jump his bones.

…

You had a certain mentality when it came to work. There was a certain image to be portrayed. You always dressed to the nines: a fitted suit, usually Balmain or Chanel, complete with gold jewelry and tall heels. Your makeup was done every day: a neutral pallet, something that unsuspecting peers would assume to be natural. Your hair was always perfectly in place: either cascading smoothly down your back or pinned neatly into a bun. Not only were you running the company, but you were also the face of the company.

You walked around with your head held high, shoulders back, and with determination in your step. People watched you as you walked down the hallway. Maybe some in admiration, others envy, even a few with desire. You always heard their whispers, though.

Bucky walked in-toe with you always remaining a cool two steps behind you; you could feel his gaze burning into the back of his head. You entered your office, Bucky taking his usual post by the door. You plopped down in your large leather chair, preparing yourself for your meeting.

Your morning got progressively worse as the meetings progressed, people not cooperating, work not being done, no conflicts getting resolved. As you last meeting ended, and the particularly patronizing man left your office, you couldn’t hold back muttering a “fucking prick” as the door shut behind him.

Bucky pinched is lips together, holding back a smirk. You reclined in your chair, watching him regain his poise quickly, eyes not moving from the fixed position on the wall in front of him. “You know, James,” you spoke up, instantly getting his attention. “That was my last meeting today; you can sit, if you’d like.” You gestured to the seating area across the room.

He nodded in thanks, strutting across the room and sitting on the black couch in front of you. All you wanted was to join him on the couch. The things you could do to him on that couch – the things he could do to you on that couch. “You can call me Bucky,” he stated, reclining against the back, legs spreading open a tad bit.

You nodded stiffly and bit your bottom lip, unable to tear your eyes away from his splayed posture. “Bucky,” you whispered, testing his name on your tongue. And, damn, it tasted good.

You snapped yourself out of your fixation, pulling your laptop in front of you, pretending to work as you couldn’t get that image out of your head. The face that you could still see his propped-up figure over the top of your laptop screen; his eyes had not drifted from your person.

…

Your were temporarily blinded, gripping the back of Bucky’s jacket as he pushed through the crowd of people, shoving open the door to the lobby of your apartment. Calling the elevator, he watched as you smoothed down the ends of your hair, trying to rub the light spots out of your eyes as best you could without smudging mascara all over your face. He ushered you in once the doors opened, holding a hand lightly to your waist.

You dropped your back against the shiny elevator walls, crossing your arms over your chest and staring at the reflection on the wall in front of you. You looked tired, makeup wearing off under your eyes, purple circles under your eyes becoming prominent; a few flyaways framed your face, curling and unruly. The doors opened and you pushed your way through before Bucky. You shoved open the apartment door, throwing your purse on the table, viciously kicking of your heels. You heard Bucky shut the door softly and he paused before entering the kitchen behind you.

Today had been effectively one of the worst days of your life. Work was terrible: your day was run with meetings and disrespectful colleagues, bulldozing over all your ideas and suggestions; it rained during lunch, completely ruining the Coach heels you were wearing to attend the business luncheon; afterwards was much worse. You were highlighted in the issue of Forbes Magazine. You’d been waiting for this for months: you’d done multiple interviews, had photoshoots, the whole nine yards. You were excited for the world to see the underlying factors of what made you you; for them to finally recognize not only your past academic achievements, but also all you have accomplished thus far with the company, for them to see that you were capable – qualified – to run this company.

Boy were you hopeful.

You were met, in fact, with quite the opposite.

Waves upon waves of criticism washed upon you after the release. You were met with all kinds of backtalk: everything from you inheriting the company, to being accepted into college because of your dads’ money, to “stick to makeup, honey.” People began commenting on how they thought you walked all over people, how you rarely seemed friendly in the workplace, how you “used men.”

It couldn’t be more the opposite.

While you liked to maintain a certain image and always have a presentable appearance, despite any men or women that sought after you, you’d turned them downs. In fact, you’d never had a boyfriend – let alone any friends.

You worked hard to retain a respectable image. The problem with working and living in a dog-eat-dog world is the sacrifices you had to make to maintain such an image. You couldn’t simply allow people to walk all over you – achieving this took years. You had to speak up in times others would cower, use your voice when there was an issue other did not seem to care about. You had to walk with your head held high and your shoulders back.

Once you obtained dominance in the workplace, you had to conquer the world of love. It could make you gag. You wanted to intimidate the men that once patronized you. You wanted them to want you, fight over you, worship you. But you’d ever let them have you. Nobody could see you vulnerable, nobody could love you, touch you, blackmail you. That’s the way it had to be.

But you couldn’t always be so ruthless. Right now, you leaned against the counter, dropping your hands onto the cold marble surface. It was one of those days like today where everything got the best of you. Everyone tore you apart, you’d spent the last half of the day just reading tweets about yourself.

“She looks like such a bitch.”

“Would it kill her to smile? Not the kind of boss I’d want to work for.”

“My friend worked for her and said she has everyone else do her work for her.”

“Forbes, is this issue recognizing daddy’s money?”

Bucky placing a mug next to you pulled you out of your thoughts. You stared down at the steaming mug, Bucking suddenly speaking up: “maybe if you drank something, you’d feel better.”

You pushed past him, shoving him away from you as you headed to your bedroom. God, all you wanted was to be alone. Did he have to be here every second of the day? All you wanted was silence and he picks this one time to start babying you? You slammed the door shut, the sound echoing throughout the vast apartment. You stripped your nice clothes, opting for a shower and large t-shirt for bed.

Bucky sat in the living room, listening to you shuffle around your bedroom. He finally stood, ready to head home, when he heard the softest sound come from you bedroom. A sniffle. Followed by another.

He leaned against the doorframe, listening to the noises that he’d never heard from you before – hell, he never thought you were capable of that emotion. He weighed his options carefully: go inside and comfort you, it didn’t seem like you had a lot of close friends or even family that checked in on you, you must’ve felt so alone, and everyone attacking you definitely didn’t feel nice; he could leave and let you deal with this on you own – which is probably what you wanted, considering he knew how long it took you to create your façade. However, Bucky could see right through it – he could always see through it. No matter how intimidating and powerful you wanted yourself to be, he and everyone else knew that you were a spoilt brat trying to live up to daddy’s expectations, but only he knew that at your deepest core, you were a tired, lonely, sad little girl, wishing for just one day of invisibility, in which nobody knew who you were, nobody care about you – like you didn’t exist.

…

You and Bucky continued your usual routines from then on, nothing changed. He didn’t talk to you; you didn’t talk to him. He spent his time pushing people out of your way, and you went along pretending nobody existed.

It was two weeks after that when you spoke to him for the third time. You and Bucky were walking from the parking garage to your place. That’s when a masked man came out from behind you and grabbed a hold of your purse. You helped in surprise as he tried to run past you, one hand loosely gripping your Birkin. Before you could even turn to the direction he ran off in, Bucky’s hand hit him square in the jaw. You gasped, holding your hands up to your open mouth as Bucky knelt on top of the man, continuously hitting him and holding him down.

You saw a flash simmer as you saw Bucky’s hand move, holding the other man to the sidewalk. Metal? Did he have a prosthetic arm? When did that happen? And why didn’t you ever notice it before?

In the mixture of bystanders, paparazzi, and doormen, the police quickly pushed through. Bucky was relieved of his post as the man was taken away. The policeman escorted the two of you to the lobby, where he took the information and returned your purse to you.

Eventually, Bucky took you upstairs to your floor. “Are you okay,” he asked, following you through the door.

You nodded, turning around to face him – face his arm. You stared at it, the metal coils formed in the shape of a perfect hand, winding upwards all the way up to where his shirt sleeve was pushed up past his elbow. It shimmered in the soft lighting, reflecting the moonlight that cascaded in through your windows. He held his hands behind his back, tilting his jaw upwards slightly as he stared you down. Your eyes flitted to his narrow ones; his eyebrows narrowed between pieces of dark hair that fell over his forehead. “Yeah,” you muttered. “Yes,” you clarified, clearing your throat.

“Do you need me to stay with you? Or are you fine for the night?”

You bit the inside of your cheek, shifting your weight from one foot to another. “Stay?” It came out more of a question than you expected. He nodded, not moving any other muscle. You quickly thought of something to break the silence and pulled your phone from your bag. “Takeout?”

He cracked a smile, nodding again. “Sounds good.”

After calling it in, you shifted away to the kitchen as Bucky sat in the living room. You didn’t know what to do to fill the silence. You’d never talked to him. You fumbled around with a wine bottle, popping it open and taking a long pull straight from the bottle before heading towards Bucky with two glasses. Hopefully some liquid courage would kick in quickly. You poured him a glass, another for yourself, and sat beside him on the plush sofa.

It was quiet. It was awkward.

“Thank you for, y’know,” you murmured over the rim of your wine glass, eyes falling to the red liquid swirling in your glass.

“No problem, it’s my job,” he replied casually. “To protect you.” You nodded; lips pressed tight in a line. You looked around the room, trying to find anything to look at. Your gaze landed on the metal arm propped up on the side of the couch. “You wanna take a picture of it, doll?” He chuckles lightly, tapping his fingers on the fabric of the sofa.

“Oh!” You snapped out of your gaze, jumping slightly on the couch. “Sorry – I didn’t mean to stare, I just – just – ” you stuttered over your words, reaching out slightly towards him.

He smiled, genuinely smiled this time, tongue running over his bottom lip. “It’s okay, (Y/N) – ” your name sounded so good on his lips “ – you can touch it, if you want.” Touch it? Touch what? You nearly started salivating. Then he held his hand out to you, palm facing upwards, fingers outstretched. You held your hand out, brushing his metal palm with the tips of your fingers. He chuckled again, flipping your hand around and holding your own hand in his. He ran his metal fingers over the backs of your knuckles. It was cold, yet so much softer than you expected.

Your eyes flitted up to meet his blue ones, already staring back at you. He licked his lips and leaned ever so slightly towards you. Your breath hitched in the back of your throat as you stared at him with wide eyes and mouth agape. “See, that’s not so bad, right?” He whispered, gaze shifting from your eyes to your lips, tinged red from the wine.

You held your breath, leaning the rest of the way in, shutting your eyes.

Then you hit a brick wall.

A metal wall.

Your eyes snap open to see Bucky’s metal hand gripping your shoulder, holding you in place. “Look, (Y/N) – ” there he goes with your name, again “ – I didn’t mean to send any signals…” he trailed off, dropping his hand and pushing himself up to his feet. Signals? No, of course not. Just holding my hand, staring lustfully into my eyes, and looking at my lips. Not to mention licking his own. You almost rolled your eyes. “I’m sorry,” he sighed.

You did roll your eyes, standing with him. “It’s…” you trailed off. Save face. “Whatever.” You turned away, shuffling to the front door, pulling it open.

He left without another word, but not without stopping to look into your eyes – at least, he tried to, if it hadn’t been for you dropping your whole head, staring blankly at the floor. You slammed the door behind him, nearly nicking his back heel as he stepped into the corridor.

Well, that was perfectly embarrassing. The best way to end such a terrible day. Utter embarrassment. You didn’t know how you were supposed to face him tomorrow.

Sadness turned into anger as you threw his wine glass directly into the sink, watching as the glass shards flew across the countertops. Who did he think he was? That he could act like that and then throw it back in your face? His signals were perfectly clear. In fact, you were haunted by those signals all night.

By the touch of his skin.

By his blue eyes.

…

You didn’t sleep that night. Instead, spent your time getting ready all morning. Hair perfectly set down your back, eyes surrounded by sultry makeup, a ferocious looking contour. You put on your tallest heels, tightest dress, and shiniest jewelry.

You looked ravenous.

Bucky knocked on your front door, as he did every morning to take you to work. You slung your bag over your shoulder, took a deep breath, and swung open the door. You looked straight past him; eyes directed on the elevator doors in front of you. You walked directly past him, relying on him to shut the door behind you.

Your heart was racing, it took all of your willpower not to twitch or tap your foot as you waited for the elevator. You set your jaw and stood stonewalled.

That’s how the day went: you completely ignoring Bucky. Although you normally ignored Bucky, today you didn’t look at him, thank him when he opened the door for you, nothing. Not even sparing a glance as he stared at you from his position on the sofa in your office. There he sat, usually splayed out and legs open; you could feel him staring at you. All you wanted to do was run into the women’s bathroom and sit there all day – anywhere would be better than here with him.

That’s how the weekend went, too: you spent the first six days ignoring him. Today was Saturday and you wanted to go shopping. Not the normal shopping. Today was all about showing Bucky that if you wanted something, you got it.

Again sporting the skimpiest outfit you could manage, you dragged Bucky around shopping all day. By your fifth store, your feet were absolutely killing you from walking so far in these heels, but it was worth it to torture Bucky. He carried all of your bags – from your purse, to you shopping bags, to even your coat. And nothing pissed him off more than you waiting at the register, the person behind the counter ringing up your literal tens-of-thousands of dollars’ worth of clothes, shoes, and bags, clicking your tongue and holding your hand out for your wallet. You tapped your foot, continuing your light conversation with the employee, waiting for Bucky to drop the heavy wallet into your palm. Without a turn of your head or even a thank you, you finished the transaction, walking through the door immediately, leaving Bucky to take your purchases.

This is what he deserved after embarrassing you like that. Was he just so nice to see where you’d take it? Did he want you to try to kiss him, just so he could say no? Just so he could turn you down? To be the one guy you wanted – and never got? Maybe he was going to sell the story. He was just like any other guy – but then why wouldn’t he kiss you? And the thought replayed in your mind, as did that night’s events. You had no other choice but to continue shopping and dragging him around.

Oh, he was pissed.

A fucking bagman? That’s how you saw him? That night was probably the calmest he’d ever seen you. You seemed nervous, even. Nervous because of his arm? Yes, he would’ve loved nothing more than to have you in the palm of his hand – literally – he would’ve loved to kiss you, and touch you, and hold you. He couldn’t take advantage of you like that. Not in your most vulnerable moment. After the robbery, you mind must’ve been scrambled. He wasn’t sure if that was your way of thanking him. He wasn’t about to let you throw yourself on him – who knows how you would’ve felt the next day.

But that’s not how you saw it, and you weren’t about to let him explain.

And this show you were putting on for him? He wasn’t dumb; he would’ve had to be oblivious to not know you were showing off for him. These skimpy outfits and tight dresses, necklaces that ended just at the top of your cleavage, skirts that ended just at the curve of your ass – he loved every minute of it. But he wanted you out of it at the same time.

You were treating him like shit, which he didn’t enjoy. He could’ve stopped by now: dropped all your shit and walked right out of the store. Instead, he clenched his jaw, bit his tongue, and followed you around the block, holding your bags; the only saving grace was getting to walk behind you and stare at your shaking ass all day.

…

You pushed the apartment door open, barely holding it open long enough for Bucky to slip through, carrying bags lined up his arms. You heard the crinkling of some of the paper bags as the door shut on him. He took one step in, letting the door fall shut, then dropped everything to the floor nicely.

“No,” you said, not looking up from your cell phone. You pointed a finer across the room. “Bedroom.”

A sharp laughed cracked through the silence. You almost flinched, starting at Bucky cackling loudly at you. “That’s not my job.”

You stared at him, narrowing your eyes in challenge. “Excuse me?”

He crossed his arms over his chest, shit-eating-grin unfaltering. “You heard me, princess.”

You didn’t move. Instead, you took a step backwards as he approached you. He walked towards you until you were backed up against the kitchen counter. You mimicked his arms, crossing them over your own chest, inadvertently pushing your cleavage up – which you noticed when you saw his eyes flit down for the tiniest second before returning to your own eyes, a tinge of pink lacing his cheeks – not that he cared. “Don’t fucking call me that,” you spat, tilting your chin up. You were not intimidated by him.

He got so close that your pelvises were nearly touching. He leaned down, dropping his hands to the countertop on either side of you, his lips barely grazing the shell of your ear as he bent closer. “What do you want me to call you, baby?”

God, you looked so real in that moment. Caught off guard, maybe. But your usual forced scowl was replaced by your surprised expression, eyebrows raised, mouth slightly ajar, tongue tucked right where your two plump lips meet. You were holding your breath, he could tell. He liked you like this, better. When you weren’t trying to be all hard and intimidating, when you didn’t know how to react – couldn’t deal with these emotions because just this once, they were real.

You stumbled over your words, mind suddenly not processing anything. His stubble rubbed ever so lightly over your jaw, his breath tickling your neck. You didn’t know how long you were standing there. It felt like forever since either of you said anything.

Suddenly, he pulled away – just like before. You released your breath, about to speak and then –

He grabbed your face in both hands (one warm to the touch, the other cold from the marble) and held you so that you eyes gazed up at him. His blue eyes looking back into yours, a smile pulling at one corner of his lips. He pulled your head upwards, leaning his own down, meeting in the middle in a soft, tender kiss. He shrugged, letting himself fully tilt into the kiss, hips touching each other’s; you swung your arms around his neck, pulling yourself up to him, chest pressing against his.

God, you could get used to this.

And all it took was a little shopping.

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