#it was actually nervous to tag the most innocent kids show and a series that it's clearly not for kids

[cr4zy-esm3]

Recently, I found out Nifty from Hasbin Hotel has the same VA with Baby Shark from Baby Shark's Big Show after my BFF told me and I was like "oh imagine drawing Baby Shark using Nifty audio" but then I realised I'm an artist.. So...

I got lazy in the end LOL

Just a thing to say, I actually love Nifty a lot so don't imagine the image is a threat.

(Please mindful I know Kimiko also voice Kiff, Izzy, Peni Parker, Lena and so much more since she's pretty much everywhere)

[mandos-sluts]

The Visit

This is Part One of a three-part series

The Visit Part Two

The Visit Part Three

The Mandolorian x Fem!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Word count: 3.5k

Warnings: Smut, dubious consent, fingering, dirty talk, mentions of sex work

Summary: You are Luke Skywalker’s Padawan, training directly under him at his Jedi Academy. Din Djarin is staying at the compound for a few days to visit Grogu.

A/N: Please message us or comment if you want to be on our tag list!! Also we love feedback <3

“What does he look like?”

“He’s a Mandalorian. Big silver shiny armor. Can’t miss him.”

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Boy was he right. You spot Din as soon as you step into the cantina. He’s standing at the bar, leaning over it slightly. His visor catches your eye from across the room, and he stares at you for a while, looking you up and down, before turning his head back to the bar. He’s never seen someone so beautiful in this parsec before.

Your Master, Luke Skywalker, told you to meet Din at the cantina and escort him to the Jedi Academy. Luke had similarly informed Din that he was sending his Padawan to rendezvous.

You know all about Din Djarin. You know his whole deal with Grogu and the Darksaber, and his run-ins with the Empire and the Guild. The story of his miraculous rescue of Grogu made its way around the school after Luke brought the child back to the Academy.

The cantina that you’re at is located in the town that lies right outside the Jedi Academy compound. It’s a place that many students go to blow off steam and hang out.

You find yourself surprisingly nervous as you walk up to the tall intimating Mandalorian. “Excuse me.” You say.

“Not interested.” He says shortly without even looking at you.

”What?” You asked, confused.

“I said I’m not interested.”

“Not interested in what?”

”Your services.”

”My services?” You don’t understand. Is he wanting to travel to the grounds by himself? That’s not an option....he wouldn’t be permitted on the estate without an escort. Didn’t Luke tell him of this arrangement?

Din exhales, clearly annoyed, and finally turns to look at you. “Do I need to spell it out for you? I’m not looking for a whore.”

You stand there, completely dumbfounded, your mouth slightly open from shock. A whore? What the fuck?!!

In his defense, you are wearing a rather skimpy-looking outfit. You have on what is essentially a tennis skirt and a bandeau; it’s the hot season on the planet. Even so, this guy is an asshole.

You take a breath and put a fake smile on your face. “My apologies….Din Djarin.” You say in a suggestive manner. Turning around to leave, Din whips around and grabs your upper arm tightly, yanking you closer to him.

“How do you know that name?” Din loudly whispers in a demanding, low voice.

You’re not stupid, you know that his name is known only by a few. “My industry has very skilled people.” You respond, hoping he will get the hint that you are in fact not a sex worker, but actually the person he’s supposed be meeting.

”Are you telling me your brothel somehow got a hold of my name?” Din is pretty pissed. Is this what he gets from doing dealings with Jedi? His name gets leaked to brothels?

You let out a sigh as your eyes roll. You snatch your arm out of his grasp and move swiftly out the door into the street. What a jerk. This guy can find his own way to the compound.

Din tries to follow you, needing to know how a random whore got his name, but the streets are pretty crowded.

”Oh, Mr. Djarin!” Din hears someone say. He looks over his shoulder and sees Luke Skywalker approaching him.

“H-hi, Master Skywalker.” Din says, deciding to give up on his pursuit of you, after all, that’s not the reason he’s here.

“I’m surprised to see you here, did my Padawan not pick you up?” Luke asks.

“No. He never showed.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry about that. Let me take you to the Jedi Temple.”

************************************* You hear your Master’s voice and footsteps nearing the empty lounge you’re sitting in. It’s a pretty big, dark lit room. There’s a conference table on one end, and an arrangement of couches and chairs spread across the place. It’s always empty, and you often use the area to meditate or exercise or just hang out. You pretend to look busy, eager for what’s about to occur.

“It is strange that my Padawan did not show up to greet you.” You hear Luke say behind the wall. He pokes his head around the door. “Ah, here she is.” He says walking into the lounge.

She? Din walks a few feet behind Luke. He turns the corner and walks through the door, freezing in his footsteps as soon as he lays eyes on you. There you are, the woman who approached him at the cantina….Luke’s Padawan.

You stare into his visor with a smug half smile on your face and slowly rise from your seat. You’re reveling in how taken aback he clearly is.

“Y/n, this is Din Djarin. I thought we discussed that you’d meet him at the cantina and escort him to the Academy? He says you didn’t show.” Luke says innocently as he stands between you and Din.

“Oh. I did go to the cantina. I guess I missed you.” You say slowly with your eyes locked on his helmet. “My apologies, Din Djarin.”

Din clears his throat. “Um n-no worries at all.” He chokes out. Shit! Din can’t believe he called you a whore. How did he not see the laser sword on your hip?

“Alright, well I’m gonna get to my meeting. Y/n, show Din around, alright?” Luke says.

“Of course Master.” You say with a slight bow of your head. You plant your gaze back on Din’s helmet as it rotates to watch Luke exit.

He slowly turns his look back to you, staring at him confidently with your hands on your hips.

“I’m sorry.” He says flatly through his modulator.

“For being such an asshole?” You say tilting your head.

“Yes. And assuming you were a prostitute.”

“There’s nothing wrong with sex workers. I’m not offended that you mistook me for one.” You say. But….why does it kind of turn you on that he thought you were a whore? Ugh and why does it turn you on that he is such a jerk??

There’s an awkward pause as you both stand there examining each other.

“So, you’re also a…Pawa-don?” Din asks, trying to fill the quiet. He has never been uncomfortable with silence before, in fact, he more often than not preferred it. But right now for some reason he feels different.

“Padawan.” You correct him. “And yes.”

“So are you doing the same training as the kid?” He further probes.

“Kind of. Grogu is more in the elementary stages of training. His focus is mainly on developing and fine-tuning his sensation with the Force. Most of my training nowadays centers around my lightsaber mastery and combat.” You inform him.

“Hm. Wonder when you’ll be good enough to battle me.” Din says casually as he takes a breath.

“What?” You ask.

“I said I wonder when you’ll be good enough in combat to put up a fight against me.”

Is he serious? Is he trying to provoke you? Even after the predicament he just found himself in with you? “Ha….um….I was good enough to fight you years ago.” You declare

Din looks at you for a moment. “I’m a Mandalorian.” He says simply.

“.....”

“The Mandalorian who wields the Darksaber. So you’re either overestimating your own ability or underestimating mine.”

You take a deep breath and take a step closer to him. “I know most people think that Mandalorians are the greatest warriors in the galaxy, but that’s because they don’t know of the Jedi Order. My connection with the force gives me strength that you will never know, that you will never be able to comprehend.”

Din takes a step closer to you. “That may be, but I have decades of combat experience that is simply unmatched by you, not to mention the most imperishable armour in the galaxy.”

“So what I’m hearing is that you would like to duel.” You say as you remove your saber from its holster and activate its blade. It’s a light lavender color, thin and sleek.

“That’s cute.” Din says. “Just a reminder, little girl. You were given that light saber. I won mine in battle.” He proclaims as he detaches his saber from his belt. *see gif*

“I made it. But fair point. Now enough talk, Mandalorian, are you ready to duel or what?” You say as you get into a battle stance.

Din holds his hand out. “If, by some miracle, you do happen to overpower me, don’t touch the saber. Bo-Katan is already mad enough that I have it, I can’t imagine what she’d do if a non-Mandalorian gets their hands on it again.”

“Yeah yeah, I’m well aware of the bizarre way that the ruler of Mandalore is chosen.”

“Alright then, princess, I won’t hold back.”

You feel heat rush through your core at those words. Princess. He won’t hold back. Uggh... focus! This guy has been demeaning you since the moment you met him, show him how powerful you are!

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You and Din battle for a good seven minutes, the two of you are pretty evenly matched, neither one of you gains the upper hand for very long. Just as you’re feeling your strength falter, you’re able to knock his saber out of his hands, and you push him onto the ground. Din tries to get up and reach for his saber but you plant yourself on top of him, straddling him. He looks up at you in defeat.

He takes a deep breath as you stare down at him. That’s when you notice the tent in his pants. You’re sitting on his legs so that his bulge is right above your crotch.

Adrenaline is pumping through your veins from your victory and a smile stretches across your face. “I have another quality that puts me at an advantage that I forgot to mention: your attraction to me and your primal desire to fuck me.” You say as you slowly place your hand on top of his clothed erection. You lean down and bring your face close to his helmet. “I bet your face is just bright red underneath this helmet of yours. Not only did you lose the battle, but your urges got the best of you.” You say in a condescending tone.

Din stares up at you, his chest moving up and down as he breathes.

“That’s where you and I differ.” You say. “A real warrior has self-control and self-restraint.”

Din moves his hands to your thighs and runs them up to your hips. “Who said I was trying to restrain myself?” He says in a raspy voice.

You’re a little caught off guard. You were teasing him, and this was not the reaction you were expecting. You thought he’d be embarrassed, you thought he’d want to get out of this situation as soon as possible.

“Face it.” You say after a pause. “You can’t repress your arousal, and your lack of self-control is a disadvantage to you.”

Din’s hands are still on your hips, and he pulls you up his body ever so slightly. “So since you have such great self-control, your panties wouldn’t happen to be wet right now, would they?” He inquires in a low, sultry voice.

You’re taken aback at his shameless words. “O-of course not.” You stutter as your confidence recedes.

“Let me see.” He demands flatly.

“What?” Did you hear him right? Your heart beat is pounding, you can’t tell if he’s joking around with you or not like you were doing with him.

“I said let me see.” Din says moving his gloved hands to the bottom of your skirt. “C’mon, pull this short little skirt up just a tad more and show me that your panties are dry.”

“N-no I–”

“Fine.” Din cuts you off. “I’ll do it myself.” He says as he removes one of his gloves. He then moves his bare hand under your skirt up to your pussy, easily pushing the thin panties you're wearing aside and planting two fingers inside your sopping wet folds.

You jerk at the contact of his soft skin on your sensitive pussy. “Din!” You exclaim. You grab his hand, but don’t move it.

Din chuckles. “Looks like you don’t have as much self-discipline as you claim.” He brings his other hand and cups your cheek. “Awwww, your face is just bright red right now.” Din mocks.

“W-whatever, you still lost.” You say out as you’re overcome with humiliation.

“Mmmmm. Congratulations.” Din says lazily as he removes his hand from your cunt and grabs your hips once again. “So, y/n. You showed me how Jedi fight. Let me show you how Mandalorians fuck.” He says as he pulls your hips and grinds you against his bulge.

Your panties are still pulled aside and the friction of his clothed erection against your clit makes you whimper.

“You– you wanna fuck me?” You ask hesitantly.

“Ha. Of course I wanna fuck you. Look at you.” He says as he lifts you off of him to stand up. Standing tall, he towers over you and brings his non-gloved hand to your chin, pulling it up gently to meet his gaze.

The unexpected and prompt shift in the power dynamic has you all turned around. Just moments ago, your confidence was through the roof. You were giddy claiming your victory against him, making fun of him for getting a boner during a duel. But the tone between the two of you has completely changed. He has you weak and timid, he’s looking down at your wide doe eyes as if you’re his prey.

“Come on, little Padawan. Practicing self-control is great, but let me show you what it’s like to lose all control over yourself.” Mando says as he wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you closer to him. “Cuz I would just love to tie you up and have my way with you.” He mutters. Dins hands slide down to your butt as he gropes your flesh, pulling you flat against him. “Let down your guard for just a moment and let me show you how rewarding it can be.” Din slips his bare hand back under your skirt to find your cunt even wetter than before. You let out a whimper and bat your eyes at him.

He starts slowly circling your clit, and moves his other hand up to caress your cheek softly. “Come on.” He whispers in your ear. “I promise you’ll enjoy it.”

High-pitched breaths are escaping your lips as he gently runs his thumb up and down your cheek bone.

“Can– can you not–” you breathe, sliding your hands up his chest.

“What. What is it?”

You pause for a moment. “Can you not be so gentle with me?” You say with slight embarrassment.

Din scoffs, “Oh baby girl, you’re gonna regret saying that.” He says as he grabs a fist full of your hair and roughly pulls your head back, exposing your delicate neck to him.

This harsh action sends shocks to your pussy. “Didn’t you say something about tying me up?” You purr with a slight smile, looking up into his visor.

“So I was right about you being a filthy fuckin whore.” Din spits as he shoves a finger inside of you, his thumb rubbing against your clit.

“Y-yeah, but only for you.” You whine as your eyes fall closed and high-pitched moans begin escaping your lips.

“Ohh that’s right baby.” Din praises. He’s so turned on by the way you’re speaking and responding to his touch, and he loves the impact he has on you. How you so quickly went from a confident fighter when he lost to you, to a shy little girl when he started teasing you, to a dirty slut once he got his hands in your panties.

He starts pumping his finger faster and you can hear the lewd noises your obscenely wet pussy is making. Your mouth opens even more with your moans becoming more pronounced and your back arches. You’re standing pressed flat up against him, he’s basically holding you up on your toes with one arm as his other hand drives into your cunt.

You can feel your orgasm just beginning to climb when you suddenly hear a beep on your watch’s intercom. It jolts you back to reality.

“Y/n, are you at the lounge? I’m heading back there now.” Your Master says through the intercom.

“Shit.” You say as you push Din’s chest, pulling yourself off of him. “I should have shown you to your accommodation by now.” You say as you frantically start looking around your feet for your saber. By the time you grab it and look up for Din, he has already made his way out the back exit.

You attach your saber to your hip as you try to steady your breathing, disoriented from the abrupt conclusion of whatever it was you were doing with Din. You hear Luke’s footsteps approaching as you quickly try to put your panties back in place, growling at how soaked they are. You’re praying that your Master doesn’t notice the wetness that has been smudged on your inner thighs.

*************************************

You cannot believe what you did with Din. No one has ever done anything like that to you before. You get hit on all the time— you’re gorgeous— but you are almost never interested enough to give them the time of day. But Din? He had his fingers in your pussy after knowing you for ten minutes. How did he do that!?

It’s the early evening. You lie in your bed visualizing the events over and over again, heat pooling in your core as you replay the dirty things he said to you.

While it fuels your arousal, you also feel uneasy about the interaction. He left so quickly, and he left without saying a word to you, almost like nothing had happened. You hope that Din doesn’t think less of you, that he doesn’t think you’re some hussy who is easily persuaded into letting guys she just met finger fuck her.

You are pulled away from your anxious thoughts when you hear your intercom going off. It’s your friends talking about what they’re doing tonight. You don’t really care to pay attention, but you sit straight up in your bed when you hear something about that “Mandalorian who’s visiting the Academy,” and how he’s “at the cantina in town.”

You jump out of bed and without even thinking, you grab a sweater and head toward the parlor.

Your heart is beating on the chilly walk there. You hope he’s surprised to see you, you hope he’s excited to see you. You’re gonna act casual, yeah, like you didn’t even know he was there. No big deal! You’re just going to the cantina to hang with your friends. And then you see eachother, and bing bang boom, you guys are back in your room fucking while he calls you his little slut. Yes. This is gonna go great.

It’s a Friday night and the cantina is bustling. People are dancing, drinking, and gambling. It’s so loud that you can barely hear yourself think. As you make your way through the rowdy crowd, you spot Din’s helmet over the hordes of people. He is sitting in a somewhat secluded booth in the corner of the restaurant.

You proceed a few steps forward, lightly pushing people to get through the crowd, and then, your heart drops. He’s not sitting alone. There’s a girl, a woman, a sex worker, wrapped in his arm.

You stand there for a moment as everything goes quiet, you stare at Din and the beautiful woman in a tight short dress sitting beside him. She’s talking to him, saying things into the side of his helmet as he sits there looking forward with his arm casually draped around her, man spreading and all.

Din’s head turns and that’s when he notices you, standing there among the crowd of people in that same short high waisted skirt and a cropped sweater of the same color.

You feel something fall deep in your chest as you realize that he sees you. You blink a few times as the rest of your senses come back, humiliation and embarrassment overcoming you as you quickly turn around and stumble out of the bar.

You make your way into the dark street and take a few deep breaths before running back to the Academy. You're fighting off tears as you feel the cold air pinching every bit of your exposed skin.

You can’t believe that you let yourself become smitten by someone who was such an asshole. He mistook you for a whore, he insulted your combat skills, he pressed you to let him fuck you! You should have expected this.

A tear rolls down your cheek. Why did you think he liked you? He didn’t. He didn’t like you. And he didn’t want to fuck you, he just wanted to fuck someone, and you were the closest one to him. You let him use you. He must do this kind of shit all the time with women, you were nothing special.

You get back to your room and bury yourself under your covers, wanting to escape so badly from this reality.

TO BE CONTINUED

The Visit Part Two

The Visit Part Three

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[alloftheimaginess]

Can you do a supernatural cast series where you’re the wife and you do different interviews, like the videos on YouTube like Ad or thirst tweets or just answering fan questions whatever plz. If you have questions just message me and I’ll try to explain it further

Lol sorry it’s been like four months so don’t hate me but it’s been hard work juggling trying to write, school and work so sorry. I think it sucks but hopefully you’ll like it and I’ll be tagging the other parts in this one

Burning Fan Questions

Other parts

Alexander Calvert

Misha Collins

Jensen Ackles

"Hi I'm Yn Padalecki and I will be answer the fans burning questions about my life" I say smiling at the camera as I grab the bucket that's full of questions.

"I'm super nervous for this because before I got here Jared double dog dared me to answer literally every single question so I can't use my skip button" I say and the crew behind the camera laughs.

"Please for the love of god let their be questions to embarrass Jared more than me so he can eat it" I say giggling.

"First question" I say grabbing a folded up piece of paper from out the bucket.

"Who is the rudest celebrity that you've ever had the chance of meeting?" I read and I laugh.

"Oh that's a lot of them, there's an unsurprising amount of rude celebrities who think that they own Hollywood" I say laughing.

"But enough stalling because I have to answer this question anyway, the rudest celebrity that I've ever met was Christian Bale, no offense but he was a total dick to literally everyone around him, on set, off of set just everywhere" I say digging around the bucket for another question.

"What scandals has your team had to cover up?" I read and I start laughing.

"Noooooo" I say laughing even harder because I know I have to tell them.

"Okay okay. When I was 23 I had first met Jared and we got caught you know doing the deed and then the pictures were about to go out and they had to buy all of them back for double of what they were going to get" I say laughing shaking the bucket up and grabbing another one out.

"Have you ever used your celebrity status to get something for free?" I read.

"One time when I was out my daughter, Harlow we were getting frozen yogurt and I left my credit card at the restaurant we were at before without realizing it and at the register she goes oh my god are you Jared from supernatural's wife and when I'm with my daughters I usually pretend like I'm not but I totally knew she was going to give us the yogurt for free so I was like yeah, and then I asked her how she was and she was like oh this is totally on the house" I say laughing.

"I eventually went back and tipped a massive tip because I didn't pay last time" I say.

I grab another one out and I put the bucket down opening it "how many kids do you actually want?" I read.

"Well I already have two now but I'm aiming for at least five" I say laughing.

"I have a big family I'm one of 9 so I've always wanted a big family but not as big as mine so four or five would be a perfect size family for me, I honestly have a enough love for a million but four or five is definitely good for me" I say grabbing another question.

"If we came to your house what would we find in your cabinets food wise?" I read laughing.

"What an interesting question" I say.

"Everyone in the Padalecki household has their own cabinets because they are huge smackers. Harlow's is filled with the stuff she likes such as teddy Grahams, fruit roll ups, dried Cranberries, jolly ranchers stuff like that. Mine is filled with little cakes, gushers, banana chips which I swear by, peanuts, popcorn and Jared's, he has tons of candy, he is absolutely in love with white chocolate macadamia cookies and he always has those in his stash and Kiernan she's still on baby food so she's fully stocked on that" I say grabbing another question out.

"If you had to marry anyone that has starred along side your husband in his show supernatural who would it be?" I read.

"Oh hmm" I say laughing.

"Okay, Jensen is like Jared's best friend but I'm way closer to Misha so I'd definitely have to say Misha but no offense to his wife because I'd totally marry her as well or maybe even Rob, I love that man to pieces, he's a really good friend but then there's Rich, no offense to his wife Jaci but Rich and I have the best dance off's so that would be something to look forward to" I say laughing as I grab another question.

"If you woke up in Jared's body and had to stay in it for a day what would you do?" I say laughing.

"Easy, I'd leave myself little notes with plans for tomorrow so when I switch back he'll have to go through with them and we could have a perfectly planned out day because I planned it" I say laughing.

"If you go out to dinner with your non-famous friends, do you all still split the bill or do you pay?" I read.

"It depends really, my childhood friends don't like for me to pay for their stuff so we'll all split the bill but if I'm the one inviting everyone out then I'll pay before hand because then it'll be a lot of work trying to break it up" I say grabbing another question.

"What's one thing that Jared does that absolutely pisses you off?" I read cracking up.

"Breathes" I say smiling at the camera.

"I'm just kidding" I say laughing.

"When I'm super busy and like concentrating on my work he'll come over and innocently wrap his arms around me but then when I'm not paying him enough attention he'll start softly biting me and while I'm trying to work that can be so annoying" I say.

"What was the worst rumor that has been spread about you?" I read.

"I've had some pretty bad ones that I like to pretend didn't happen because they were literally so outrageous but I guess the worst one was that I was cheating on Jared. A few years back Harlow and I flew to my hometown for a few weeks and we spent Halloween out there and my twin sister and I dressed up as Sally from nightmare before Christmas because we've always done matching costumes whenever we're with each other and I posted a selfie on Instagram so everyone knew what I looked like but no one knew my twin sister was dressed identical to me and she took Harlow around with her now husband while I helped my parents be set up for the party and the paparazzi caught them together while they shared a kiss and while Eric played with Harlow and she was giggling and they put the photos on the front of the magazine and I was getting so much hate before I even knew what was going on and I was getting calls from our friends and they were asking me like how I could do that and then I had to go and post my pictures with my sister and write this long ass message about it and it was super bad" I say moving on.

"Who do you look up to the most, and what qualities do you love about that person?" I read.

"My grandma, she pretty much raised me. My parents weren't around often so I had to live with her for like 5 years, me and all of my siblings" I say digging in the bucket.

"But the qualities that I love about her is one, the fact that she is the strongest person I've had the honor of meeting" I say holding up one finger.

"Two, her boldness is like unbelievable. I took her to the oscars and she started flirting with The Rock and that's when I realized my grandma was my hero" I say laughing and I pull another question out.

"What's something you did as a child that no one knows about outside of your family?" I read.

"For two years I only spoke in a British accent, I had everyone confused at school because I never broke" I say laughing.

"How often do you and Jared have sex?" I read burying my face.

"No, I'm not going to be embarrassed. Sex is a normal thing, it brings about joy, relaxation, sometimes accidental pregnancies" I say laughing.

"But back to the question, I don't know. He's gone for like nine months out of the year but if he has a three day weekend or whatever then we'll spend a night together but when he's home in the three months he's off of filming it's literally whenever the kids are gone if even just for 20 minutes. We try to keep it as normal as possible" I say laughing.

"What's the last text conversation you had?" I read pulling out my phone and I laugh.

"I texted Robert about his new Batman movie because it was announced the other day and I just seen it this morning so I had to quickly congratulate him and he tells me that while I'm super late he still appreciates it and won't hold anything against me when it's time to hand out movie tickets and I said I'd never forgot about you shiny and he sent the middle finger emoji" I say laughing.

"What are your pet names that you and Jared have for each other?" I read.

"Ha, finally a question that he'd normally not talk about but I was dared so I call him Bubba or bubs" I say laughing.

"Literally it's how he's saved in my phone and he thinks it's so embarrassing" I say pulling my phone out and showing his contact name and photo.

"He's Bubba and he calls me a lot of different things but the one he always goes back to is beautiful or baby" I say smiling at the camera.

“Do your siblings and Jared get along?” I read and I laugh sighing.

“Like I mentioned earlier I’m one of nine so that’s eight siblings and then all of my siblings are older than me. I’m the baby and they are all married so my older brother and his husband love Jared and Jared loves them, we’re actually both of their kids godparents but then with my third oldest sister she doesn’t like me so she doesn’t like Jared by default you know” I say grabbing another question.

“Okay this is a question I have to know how often you do and Jared shower together?” I read laughing.

“Do you have to know that?” I ask laughing harder.

“Sorry to let you down but we don’t really, we’ll not anymore with kids it’s best one of us is out the shower while the other one quickly showers because we can’t leave them along for too long” I say knowing that my answer is not what they were expecting.

“But before kids it’s was an every morning thing we did together before heading out for our different business or whatever we had to do that day” I say.

“Did you have an oh shit moment at your wedding, and if so what was it?” I read and I nod.

“Yeah actually I did. But it’s been so long since we got married that I actually forgot until I read this question. My brother bless his poor heart showed up drunk like he was pregaming our wedding and the security didn’t know he was my brother so they were like kicking him out and my sister runs in like “oh my god Yn, the security just kicked Kalin out” so I’m like half dressed and I go down to try to figure out what the hell is happening and then I meet up with him and he throws up all over me like I’m talking full body covered and the make up artist just left and I had to shower and call her back so she could come fix my face and it was very traumatizing because it was so gross” I say laughing.

“But the whole wedding was beautiful and he didn’t drink at all” I say.

“If you had to pick a song from the late 10’s-2020 to be you and Jared’s couple song what would you pick?” I read and I awe.

“That’s a cute question. I guess I’d have to say Flicker by Niall Horan, we danced together to that song when Alex Calvert and his wife got married and it literally felt so magical and now whenever I hear it, it takes me back to a happy place and I just think about slow dancing with my best friend and husband” I say smiling.

“Do you and all the wives of the supernatural cast get along?” I read and I quickly nod.

“Those girls are some of my best friends, they know what it’s like to have a family and their husband work on supernatural so automatically we have something to bond over also with Alex’s wife she has a massive family so we often talk about the drama and problems that come along with it” I say laughing.

"Last one. What celebrity have you had beef with?" I read laughing.

"Daniel Radcliffe" I say quickly.

"But it was when we were younger filming the Harry Potter movies. We didn't like each other for like the first 4 movies" I say laughing.

"Our characters were close in the movie but on set we hated each other, I don't know why and I don't think he does either, I guess our energies just clashed but when we got to order of the Phoenix and we talked it out before we started filming and have been best friends in person ever since" I say laughing and tipping the bucket over.

"That was my last question. I'm Yn Padalecki and this has been answering fan questions. Thank you for watching and I hope you got a laugh out of at least some of these questions or you learned something you never thought you would learn about me" I say smiling at the camera

[chickensarentcheap]

I Found (chapter 7)

Warnings: foul language, maybe unrequited feelings (sort of, I guess), some daddy Tyler

Tagging: @alievans007 @c-a-v-a-l-r-y @hemmyworthy

News comes fast. Not in the form of an email or a phone conversation, but with Nik showing up on his doorstep less than eighteen hours later. Given the situation these things are best done in person; no chance of insecure connections or taps on your phone and no extra ears listening in.  They could control the situation at his place; very few people going in or out,  no strangers past the front door, no one taking photographs and assessing the scene.  It would sound like paranoia to the average person. To Tyler it is just common sense.

Still the initial greetings are tense. They haven't being in each other's physical presence in eleven months other than the visits Nik would make to the hospital during those early days of his battle for survival.  These two women in his life had been friends; meeting through a series of consequences and bizarre events and becoming incredibly close.  Drawn together by similar experiences and skill sets that played off each other extremely well.  But there's a chill in there. Tyler feels it.  The way they stand on opposite sides of the room regarding one another; fondness in one set of eyes, suspicion in the other.  He isn't sure what has changed between them or exactly what  happened or when. But that bond they once shared has been severed. Whether it be through something that was said during bedside moments at the hospital or through text or phone calls, something had gone down Perhaps it was Esme's own insecurities. A battle with self confidence since having the baby and not being able to loose some of the extra weight she'd put on.  To him she was incredible; the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen and had the pleasure of being with. But to Esme, Nik was the competition.  A reminder of times in his life when she didn't exist. There would always be that lingering 'what if', perhaps even an unspoken worry that there were still feelings between them. That fact he has intimate history with both of them makes things a tad awkward. One was part of his distant past. The other his present and his future.

The 'help' that Nic had brought with her lingers in the front hallway; rocking back and forth on his heels, his eyes darting around the room and never making contact with Tyler's.  He's nervous. Awkward. A young guy that barely looks old enough to have graduated high school. Short and stocky with unruly blond hair and  anxious looking eyes, clad in a crisp black suit, white shirt and tie.  He wonders where Nic ever dug this guy up from.  He seems skittish.  Better suited for a library than a hostile situation. More Brad Pitt in Meet Joe Black than Brad Pitt in Inglorious Bastards.

Nik makes the first move; crossing the room in three long strides and taking Esme into her arms, enveloping in her a long, tight hug. For a brief moment the tension becomes unbearably thick. Causing him to clear his throat and uncomfortably and look away; arms crossed over his chest as sits on the arm of the couch.  And out of the corner of his eye he finally sees his wife's stiff body relax and the arms that had remained by her sides returning the embrace.

“Look at you...” Nik holds Esme's face in her hands; emotion welling in her eyes, a soft smile curving her lips. “...motherhood suits you. How are you? You've been okay?”

He wonders how long it's been since they'd actually talked.  The mood is too frigid to suggest they'd kept up any semblance of their friendship.  

He makes a mental note to get to the bottom of it.

The new kid clears his throat noisily. Smooths down the wrinkles in his suit jacket. Straightens and tightens his eyes. His eyes met Tyler's briefly, a twitch of the lips turn up in a smile.  

“I make you nervous, mate?” he smirks, as his wife and Nik make slightly awkward small talk. ''

The kid blinks. “Excuse me?”

“You haven't looked at me since you got here. Not even when you shook my hand. You seem a little nervous.”

“A little, I guess,” he admits. “You're a...well...you're a little bit of a legend, sir.”

“Don't call me sir. I'm not old enough to be your father.”

“I'm sorry. Mister Rake.”

Tyler snorts and shakes his head.  “Not need for that kind of formal stuff here, kid. We're all in the same shit pile.  What are you nervous about?”

“Like I said, you're a bit of a legend, sir...I mean Mister Rake..I mean...”

“Tyler's fine, mate.”

“I'm sorry...Tyler.  You're a legend.  Everyone in the business knows you. We've all heard the stories. We all know your numbers. Something like three hundred men. That you've...you know...dispensed of.”

“Three, four, somewhere around there,” he says. “To be honest, I stopped keeping track a long time ago.  How long you been in the game?”

“Not long.  A couple of months. Nik just has me doing security details right now, but I'm hoping to get out into the field. It would be nice to follow in your footsteps.”

“Be careful what you wish for, kid. These footsteps aren't all they're cracked up to be. Trust me on that.”

“Those are mighty big shoes to fill,” Nik pipes up, as she and Esme finally conclude their tense yet promising catching up. “It will be a long time before you even come close.”

“I need to get out of here,” Esme announces. “I need to get some fresh air. Before I start climbing the walls.”

Tyler nods, curling an arm around her waist as she steps between his legs. Her hands on his shoulders as he presses a kiss to her lips. Followed by her forehead.  He notices the way Nik shifts uncomfortably and averts her gaze.

Esme moves towards the door. Snagging a set of keys from a bowl on the hallway table before showing her feet into a pair of flip flops.

“That's your cue, mate,” Tyler addresses the younger man. “What's the hold up?”

“Right...okay...I guess I'll just...I'll just go with her.”

Shaking his head in disbelief, Tyler runs a hand through his hair and over his face, eyes and voice filled with disdain. “That's what you're here for. Not to just stand there, holding up the wall. You bloody well better make sure nothing happens to her. Because if something does, your end is going to be pretty damn painful and pretty damn bloody.”

The kid's eyes widen; a noticeable red flush appearing on his cheeks and the tips of his ears. And he gives nothing more than a stiff nod in response before following Esme out the door.

Tyler smirks. “Think I scared him?”

“I think you may have made him wet his pants,” Nik retorts.

“Where the hell do you find that guy? Little wet around his ears, no?”

“He's a little...green.”

“Yeah, like fresh baby shit.”

“What he lacks in social skills he makes up for in other ways. You don't have anything to worry about. She's in good hands.  And speaking of babies..” Nik finally turns to face him.  “..don't I have a niece to finally meet?”

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Tyler leads the way to the nursery. Nik notices the differences in the way he moves now; his limp more pronounced, his right shoulder hitched slightly higher than the right as the muscles and tendons overcompensate for the damage that had been done.  There's more scars now. Some thin and smooth, others thick and jagged. And she can't help but concentrate on that one that graces the left side of his neck. The one that has nearly taken his life and seen him spend weeks teetering on the threshold of this world and the next.  But he's the same Tyler; tall and strong, broad shouldered, a powerful specimen to behold. And he'd managed to pack the weight and the muscle back on, and then some.

The baby lies on her back in the middle of the crib. Those brilliant blue eyes wide and focused; mesmerized by the mobile that spins above her. Making soft cooing noises and smiling when she realizes her father is now standing beside her.  Tiny hands reach for him, little legs kicking with excitement.

“She's beautiful,” Nik says, and hopes she isn't betrayed by the emotions she's feeling. It is overwhelming; coming face to face with this tiny being who was conceived during one of the darkest and most trying times in all of their lives.  An innocent, perfect little creature who came so close to never meeting the man that so obviously adores her.  

Amelia Grace.  A beautiful and worthy name.  Classic. Strong.

“She's doing well?” she asks, watching as his long, strong fingers straighten and fasten impossibly small buttons. Such a juxtaposition. How this hands have done so much damage but can still be so gentle.

“Doing good,” he replies.  “Learning new things every day. Growing like a weed.”

“It seems like just yesterday that we found out about her. You were still in the hospital. I remember how scared you sounded when you told me that Esme was pregnant. You were terrified.”

“For good reason. The last time I got someone pregnant, it didn't end very well. Don't think things like that don't mess someone up.”

“I don't think I'd ever seen you like that. Or heard you sound like that.  Everything we've been through together and everything that's happened to you, and I'd never seen you that worried.”

“I was shitting myself, to be honest. I still still pissing through a tube and spending ninety percent of my days knocked out from painkillers. Not the ideal situation to be in when you find out your girlfriend's pregnant.”

“Is that what she was? Is that where the two of you were then? It wasn't just a passing thing? Two people caught up in a moment?”

He'd considered that himself almost a year ago. Things had happened fast. Giving neither of them a chance to really catch their breath. Two broken people finding solace and escape in one another.

“If it were, do you really think we'd be here right now? Having this conversation?” he asks. You think I'd have married her if it wasn't more than that?”

“Part of me wondered if maybe you did that because it felt like the right thing to do.”

“Wondered or hoped?” he challenged, and she gives a small smile.  “Truth to be told, neither of us really knew what we were at the time. We didn't know where we'd end up. But I knew that I loved her. More than I ever thought I could love anyone. And I knew she loved me. And that's all that mattered.”

Nik nods. That explanation pleasing her. At least for now.

“You want to hold her?” he asks, as one of those large, powerful hands runs ever so delicately over the baby's head. “You can go ahead and pick her up if you want. She doesn't bite. That's more her mother's thing.”

She laughs at that and steps closer to the crib. Hesitating, her top teeth grazing over her bottom lip.

“Christ sakes, you're  not going to hurt her. I know she weights all of ten pounds, but you're not going to break her. Here...”  he lifts the infant from the confines of the crib and places her in Nik's arms. “...that's it...just relax....why are you so nervous?”

“She's tiny. I've never seen a human being this small. I haven't been around many babies.”

“You wanted to be her aunt and now you get to do it. You've got to learn to hold her. Just let her lay on her arm. Make sure her back and her head are supported. Would you stop shaking? You're going to freak her out. Bloody well relax already.”

Nik inhales deeply and slowly releases the breath. “I don't think she likes me.”

“Just settle down. You're worrying over nothing. See? That's not that hard, yeah? After you master this, we can work on changing diapers.”

“You're pressing your luck with that, Tyler,” she says,  her eyes riveted on the tiny creature in her arms, her fingers softly combing through that silky hair. “She's just so beautiful. So perfect. She looks just like you.”

“You're not going to follow that up with 'poor kid' are you?”

“Never. She's precious, Tyler.  The best of you and the best of Esme all rolled into one. If you'd told me this is where we'd be a year ago...”

“Surreal, isn't?” his hands move as he speaks; the need to keep constantly busy.  Smoothing and straightening crib sheets, folding a  bubble gum pink receiving blanket. “This time last year I had a chicken in my bathroom. Now I'm making bottles at three in the morning and wiping baby puke off my shirts.”

“I like this side of you,” she muses. “This domestic side.  The one that takes the garbage to the chute and cooks supper and does the laundry.”

“I even clean toilets and windows,” he grins. “But let's cut the shit. That's not the Tyler you're looking for, is it.”

It's a statement more than a question.

“I wish I could say it was. And I was surprised. When you called me and told me you wanted in on this. You're the last person I expected to get back in the game. Why now? You've got a normal life.  You've got a wife and a baby. Is this really the life you want for them?”

“One last time, Nik. This is the end for me.  After this I disappear. I disappear with my family and you lose my number unless it's only the new Tyler you're looking for.”

“Are you sure this is what you want to do? I need you to be sure, Tyler. I need you to really look inside of yourself and be sure.”

Sighing, he drops down into the rocker by the window; hands clasped behind his head and his eyes on the ceiling as one foot methodically moves the chair.  “Let's get one thing clear. I'm not doing this for you. I'm doing this for Ovi.”

“I know.”

“The kid needs me.  He doesn't trust the guys you've got watching them. And I'm sure they're decent guys. I'm sure they can pack a punch if they need to. But they're not me. Ovi realizes that. I think you do too.”

“And you can handle it? Physically speaking?”

“I'm not a hundred percent. I won't lie and say I am. But I'm at least at eighty percent and that's eighty percent more than what you had before I called you.”

“I can have you on a flight in forty eight hours.”

“Not just me. Esme and the baby too.”

“Tyler...”

“I remember that tone.  That's the tone you always used on me when you thought I was saying something stupid.”

“Not stupid. Foolish. Dangerous. Do you really think that's a good idea? Didn't you learn anything from what happened in Dhaka? Hasn't Esme seen enough?”

“She's a big girl. She can handle it. She'll be fine.”

“Things could go wrong. Things could go very wrong.”

He smirks. “They always do, don't they?”

“Then why bring them into this? Why take that chance?”

“They were already in this, Nik. They were in this the second I made my decision. They either come with me or we all stay. That's the way it's going to be.”

“Shit...Tyler...” she mutters.  “...this isn't a good idea. This...”

“I didn't listen to you a year ago when you told me to leave the kid in the street and I'm not going to listen to you now. This is the way it's going to be, Nik. It's either the three of us or it's none of us. Take your pick.”

She sighs.

“They're safer if they're with me,” he argues.

“I can have people posted here with them. I can...”

“Who?” he interjects. “Some guy that doesn't look like he's old enough to shave yet? I'm not trusting some guy who looks like he hasn't even reached puberty yet to take care of my family. They're better off with me. You get on us that flight. All three of us. And you make sure that everything is there that we need. Baby stuff. A crib, blankets, all that other shit. Make it happen, Nic.”

“This is foolish, Tyler. This isn't going to end well.”

He motions for her to hand him the baby and Nik carefully passes the infant over. Watching as he presses a kiss to his daughter's forehead and then places her against his chest.

“They know, Tyler. They know you survived. They know you're alive and they know your name. They know where you live.”

A shiver passes through him, but he maintains a calm and stoic front.   “I figured as much. How long have they known?”

“A week. Maybe two.  We've tried to keep your location quiet. We tried to keep your private life just that.  But we could only do so much.”

“They have anyone here?”

“Not that we know of.  But Asif had many friends. Many allies. And if these kids turn to them, there's no telling how far their reach will be.”

“Do they know about Esme? And the baby?”

“They know everything, Tyler.”

He nods slowly.  Foot moving the rocker even harder. His eyes dark and stormy as his chin rests on top of his daughter's head.

“Get us a flight, Nik,” he says. “We don't have forty eight hours. I don't care how you do it. Just get us a flight.”

[thewritewolf]

Ladynoir July Day 6: Secrets

Ladybug and Chat Noir have been a heroic duo for a year now. How do they celebrate the anniversary of their partnership? Brain storming what they would give as gifts was a big part of the fun of this chapter. Enjoy!

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Marinette was putting the finishing touches on the pair of dolls she was sewing. Chat had let slip that he had a pair of exclusive Ladybug and Chat Noir 'action figures,' which prompted an entire patrol where Marinette teased him over the dolls. Of course, she didn't mind whatsoever, but it was nice to get Chat back sometimes with all the flirting he did.

Chat Noir... Her deft needlework paused for a moment as she stared into space. It was going to be a year to the day this Friday when they had been partners for a full year. It felt so much longer. Whether that was because she had gotten to be so close with her feline companion, or because his jokes just made it seem like an eternity had passed, she hadn't quite decided.

With the final bits of velcro sewn into the fists of the dolls, she placed them into the bag she had made especially for them. Her parents would be in bed soon, which meant she would be able to make some late night pastries without any questions, and grab the snacks she had asked her papa to make. She may have lived in a bakery her entire life, but that was no match for the skills he had honed over those years. She left the majority of it to him, but there was something special she wanted to make for Chat, something that her parents couldn't see...

Once it was ready, she added it to the basket of sweets and left for their meeting place as Ladybug.

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What Adrien was doing probably couldn't be considered 'wise.' Wisdom would have been purchasing a few well-chosen gifts and placing them in a nice basket.

But, as Adrien was coming to realize, he was a fool. Once he started shopping for his lady, well... He had worried at first that the basket he had gotten for it was too big, but now, he was having the opposite problem. He had also worried that he wouldn't know what to get her, but the moment he had begun searching, he realized that he had a better handle on what she liked than he had thought.

Although, the secrecy that they had to have between them made shopping difficult. Eventually, he figured that he knew she was overworked and he figured that she would appreciate things for relaxation. And so the gift basket began getting filled. It started innocently, with lotions and body butter. Then the loofa. Then the lotions multiplied into varied scents. Then he found the crowning piece – a series of bubble bath soap chips in the shape of roses.

The final thing added was silk ribbons to tie the basket together – and for her to tie her hair with. He may not know her style (or measurements) out of uniform, but he at least knew she could use ribbons.

With his heartbeat quickening in excitement, he double checked that he had everything before leaping out of his bedroom window as Chat Noir.

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Marinette had, unusually, been the first to show. She was watching the horizon from her vantage point on the Eiffel Tower, swinging her legs idly and humming a Jagged Stone song. She felt Chat land behind her and she could tell he was taking care to make enough noise to alert her to his presence.

She spoke over her shoulder as she began to turn around, “Not going to be the sneaky kitty today?” She had intended to continue the sentence, but caught sight of Chat Noir on the opposite end of the platform. Or, more accurately, she saw the large basket being carried by Chat. It was wrapped in black paper, which was held together with a pair of bright green silk ribbons. She stood up slowly as he grinned.

“Bugaboo! Are you ready to be dazzled?” His winning smile took on a desperate edge as she stormed towards him. “My lady?” She was almost on top of him, and his eyes began to widen in fear. “Ladybug?”

He winced when she smacked him on the arm. She put her hands on her hips and glared at her dumb, over-the-top, partner. “How much did you spend?!”

He blinked owlishly at her. “Huh?” Clearly, he hadn't counted on her getting upset.

“I don't want you to bankrupt yourself buying me gifts!”

To her irritation, he laughed and passed the basket over to her. She begrudgingly took it. “My lady, you really shouldn't worry about that. Besides, it seems you got me something too.”

She spared a glance at the container of sweets she had assembled. Well, he wasn't wrong, but... “I made those myself! I only spent money on the materials.”

Chat stopped midway towards grabbing it. His back was towards her so she couldn't see his face. “You... made something for me?” His voice was uncertain, and wavered.

Slowly, she nodded, unsure of what he was feeling. Realizing he couldn't see that, she said, “Yes, I did. Well, most of it I had help with, but the important stuff I made myself.”

He turned to face her. His eyes were watering and his voice quivered as he stumbled back toward her. “You really are the best partner ever!”

She had to hurry to (gently) set down his gift before he came barreling in to hug her. While this outpouring of emotion was unusual for her 'cool' cat, she felt the sincerity behind it and hugged back. Rubbing circles in his back she murmured, “Oh kitty, kitty.” After standing like that for a few moments longer, Chat seemed to pull himself together and walk back towards where she had been sitting. Marinette retrieved her gift and went to join him.

Chat brought the basket onto his lap just as Marinette sat beside him. Even from where she was sitting she could smell the rush of sweets. She was in a prime position to watch his eyes become like saucers as they danced over the variety pack she had made for him. Macaroons, croissants, a black cake with green frosting that said “Cataclysm.” Wonder turned to curiosity as he found a bag.

A bag labeled, “Partners.”

With a confused glance toward Marinette, who simply gave a small smile, he pulled out the bag, basket set aside for the moment. He undid the string and reached his hand in, pulling out two dolls – one in his likeness and one in her own. A smile slowly formed on his features as he turned them over in his hands.

“They remind me of the dolls the Puppeteer used to control us with. But there is a lot more to these ones than the others.”

Marinette froze for a moment. Wait! Crap! Would he remember where they came from?! She gave a nervous giggle. “Yeah, those ones actually gave me the inspiration to make these. I couldn't remember precisely how they looked, but I thought I'd give it a try.” She smiled mischievously. “Well, the other part of the inspiration was the dolls you were telling me you played with.”

Chat blushed, inspection forgotten as he turned to Ladybug. He whined, “I told you! They are action figures! Entirely different.”

She giggled. “I know, kitty. I'm just teasing.” She took one – the Chat doll – from his not-resisting hand and pointed out the hands. “I added velcro on the fists.” She dug into the bag and pulled out a wooden staff painted in the image of Chat's baton. “So you can stick your pole onto the hands or...” She grabbed the Ladybug doll, which he was more reluctant to part with. “...you can make them fist bump.” She latched their hands together. “Pound it!”

He giggled. Then he seemed to notice the tags at their feet. “What are these?”

“Those are the descriptions I gave each of us.”

He perked up. “Really?” He snatched the Ladybug doll out of her hand. “‘Ladybug - Powers of Creation and Good Fortune. Part of the Bug and Cat team. Chat Noir’s bestest friend.”

She turned the Chat doll over in her hand and read his description aloud. “Most supportive, kind hearted, and loyal partner anyone could ask for.”

It was at that moment she looked back to Chat, who was staring at her, rather than reading over her shoulder as she expected. He was smiling warmly and his eyes watched her tenderly. He pulled her into a half-hug and rested his head on top of hers, whispering, “Best. Partner. Ever.”

The affection got to her for a moment and she blushed. Then she coughed and turned to the gift that Chat had given her. “Anyway! Let's see what you got me.” She gave him a side eye. “I swear, if you aren't eating this week because of this...” She undid the ribbon and let the paper fall to the side. Her eyes went wide with surprise. Much like with Chat's gift, opening this basket had released a mixture of pleasant smells which immediately filled the air.

She could feel herself smiling as she picked out all her favorite scents (lilac, lavender, goji berry, and so on), with strawberry dominant among them. Sorting through the gifts, she saw that a common theme was calm and relaxation – all the ingredients for a perfect spa day were laid out in front of her. Certainly there was enough lotions and bath supplies to last her for months.

Turning to Chat, she said, teasingly, “Are you trying to say that I smell, kitty?”

His dopey smile vanished and she very nearly felt bad before he started verbally falling over himself. She rescued him by gently placing a hand on his cheek. “I'm kidding, Chat! I love it, and I know I'll be getting a lot of use out of it.” His chest swelled with pride.

“Would you care to help me through these snacks, my lady?”

“Only if you are willing to help me through this box of chocolates, chaton.”

They talked and ate and laughed for the remainder of the night, until it could more appropriately be called the morning, when they reluctantly went home to catch a few hours of blissful sleep.

[dr-fumbles-mcstupid]

My Hero Academia Rec list

So here is a list of all the BNHA fic i am reading that i love  Please make sure to look at the tags and last updated date of the fics below.  Most of these are W.I.P.’s The fics are listed in alphabetical order. and all pairings are in listed in alphabetical order by first name

Afterpoison

Author: Fire_Of_Yin

Rating: Mature

Status: In progress

Warning: Non-Con

Summary: That day at the mall, things took a much darker turn, and in fear of All Might getting hurt, Izuku covers it all up. He soon starts to deny it himself, until it comes back and hits him with panic attacks, nightmares, and a rapidly decreasing will to live. As time goes on, Izuku hits rock bottom, and Katsuki is left to pull him out of it all, despite their unstable relationship.

Pairing: Izuku/Katsuki, Izuku/Shigaraki

NEW All The Light that Can’t be seen

Author: Evil Teddy Bear

Rating: Teen and up

Status: Complete

Warning: Major Character Death, Women in refrigerators

Summary: Years ago, Yagi Toshinori met Midoriya Inko during his daily commute to Yuuei, and it was love at first sight. Unfortunately, their story didn’t have a happy ending.

Izuku might have grown up ignorant of his origins, but the truth has a tendency of eventually getting exposed— one way or another.

Pairing: Gen

NEW And then the sun rose

Author: Grayclouds

Rating: Mature

Status: In progress

Summary: Eijiro Kirishima is three years old, too young to even start elementary school, when his mother tells him that they’re moving to the city of Musutafu. That is when he first meets Izuku Midoriya and Katsuki Bakugo. This single meeting changes their lives forever.

Pairing: Ejiro/Izuku/Katsuki

NEW Atlas Inherited

Author: midoizuku

Rating: Tenn and up

Status: In Progress

Summary: Midoriya Izuku has plenty of reasons to be nervous. A lone 15-year-old has to deal with:

-A secret that, were he to tell anyone, would send the world toppling into havoc.

-A chilly heir-to-the-Fire-Nation-throne that seems hellbent on finding him out.

-Word of an ominous organization gearing up to ruin life as everyone knows it.

...You could say he's a little bit stressed out.

(In other words: Avatar AU)

Pairing: Izuku/Shouto

Atonement

Author: pornosophical

Rating: Mature

Status: In progress

Warning: Suicide Attempt

Summary: “If you want a quirk so damn badly, just throw yourself off the fucking roof and hope you get one in the next life!” Izuku jumps, and Katsuki learns that it’s harder to build than destroy.

Pairing: Izuku/Katsuki

A beacon in the dark

Author: NohaIjiachi

Rating: Teen and up

Status: In progress

Summary: “My thanks.” He says, smiling back. “What is your name, boy?” “I’m Izuku! Izuku Midoriya, sir!” The boy replies, excited, looking up at him. And Toshinori looks into the unmoving washed out green, into milky white pupils visible behind the mess curly hair, and realizes. The boy is blind. The boy that he distinctly saw dodge a series of fairly quick attacks, light on his feet and clearly used to some kind of training, the boy that had thrown him the bottle at the perfect height and perfect speed, the boy that has easily collected his spilled groceries and orderly put them back into the little plastic bag— The boy. Is blind.

Pairing: Izuku/Shouto

Before midnight

Author: DriftingGlass

Rating: Explicit

Status: Complete

Summary: Izuku Midoriya takes the same train to and from school Monday through Friday, morning and night. His only company during these lonesome hours comes in the form of another boy his age—a teen with scarred hands and blood gem eyes, a stranger with ash-blond hair who walks in a shroud of danger and mystery. "Would you stop with that fucking muttering, idiot?"

And before Izuku can find his footing, his life becomes a full-blown collision course thanks to walking cannonball Katsuki Bakugou. (And along the way he may have found the missing fuel to his fire).

Pairing: Izuku/Katsuki

Bleeding hearts are fatal

Author: anonymouseling

Rating: Teen and up

Status: In Progress

Summary: Quirk: Self-Inflicted Healing Can heal others by absorbing injuries through touch. Izuku has always been a kind and selfless person, but when he finds that he has just the quirk to let him help others, he can't help it if maybe he over does it once in a while. But bleeding hearts and what not.

Pairing: Gen

Bloom in winter

Author: E_va

Rating: Mature

Status: In Progress

Summary: Izuku Midoriya used to want to be a hero. It seems a distant dream, now, after everything that he's done—after everything that he's been made to do. But it's still there. It's a dim, flickering flame, burning lower by the day. He doesn't have time to concern himself with that though, these days he's too focused on staying alive to think too much about what he can never have. Then All Might takes a job teaching at UA, and the universe says hey you know what would be fun? What if we fucked Izuku over even more than we already have? and thus, Izuku ends up in the General Education class of UA with strict instructions to report everything he can, because, thank fucking no one, he just can't catch a goddamn break. AKA Hisashi Midoriya is a member of one of the most notorious underground supervillain organizations, and Izuku is being forced to help them (even though, trust him, he'd really rather not). Too bad that they don't predict that Izuku's going to get adopted by half the faculty when they send him to spy on the prestigious hero academy.

Pairing: Gen

NEW The Book of Deku

Author: melody_dramatic

Rating: Teen and up

Status: In Progress

Summary: Midoriya Izuku is born with a quirk, and it is a terrible, burning thing that will not let him rest. It has stolen his ignorance, his innocence, and his safety. It has driven him to restless obsession. But he is still Midoriya Izuku, and he will be a hero, whether his quirk cooperates or not.

AKA: Izuku gets a quirk that's actually awesome except for the part where it keeps messing with his head, but he's not about to let that keep him down. Even if it means resorting to vigilantism.

Pairing: Izuku/Ochako

Bruises and broken glass

Author: DeadDoveExtraordinaire, Raccoonheck

Status: In Progress, being re-worked

Rating: Mature

Summary: year after Deku throws himself off a building to his death, Bakugou is taken hostage by a villain who bears a striking resemblance to his dead childhood friend. Probably because they're the same person.

Pairing: Izuku/Katsuki

NEW Buff Boy

Author: AjSpammin

Rating: Teen and up

Status: Complete

Summary: "Somebody sit on my back."

"What?"

---

Aka they learn just how strong smol Izuku is.

Pairing: Eijirou/Izuku

Burn your wings

Author: oWhiteKiwibird

Rating: Teen and up

Status: In Progress

Warning: Child Abuse

Summary: Izuku inherited his parents’ quirks, but he swore he’d never use his fire. He knows first hand how—bright, burning, scorching, painful, terrifying—destructive it is, after all, and Izuku promised (promised his mother, promised himself) that he’d become a hero who stops that kind of despair. Even if he has to burn his own wings to do so. But when someone with the exact same pain, problems, and fears shows up... Izuku can't help but try to heal them. And in doing so, he himself may be healed.

Pairing: Izuku/Shouto

but you gotta get up at least once more

Author: simkjrs

Rating: Teen and up

Status: In Progress

Summary:  Izuku’s never run into this problem before with anyone else, but it’s still not much of a problem. “Oh, that’s alright,” he says. “I don’t have a Quirk.” Tsukauchi stares incredulously at him, and then looks at the iron bar that Izuku is currently straightening with his hands. Midoriya Izuku does not let his lack of a Quirk prevent him from being strong. Also known as that one AU where Izuku follows the ridiculous training regimen of Saitama from One Punch Man and becomes stronger than anyone ever imagined he could be.

Pairing: Gen

NEW By Design

Author: EtherealBeing

Rating: Explicit

Status: In Progress

Summary: As time went by, Izuku found it more and more difficult to reconcile his perceived quirklessness with the ever-growing permanence of his imaginary friend, Kacchan. This boy he’d created, whose very existence was designed to balance out his own shortcomings — he couldn’t always see him. Hear him. Feel him.

Kacchan, this boy whom Izuku made as an extension of himself — he wasn’t always real.

Pairing: Izuku/Katsuki

NEW Can I Get A Side Serving Of Sugar And Order It To-Go

Author: cricketmilk

Rating: General audiences

Status: Complete

Summary: After hearing that Midoriya had never been on a date before, Kirishima offers to take him on one himself.

After all, that's what bros are for.

Pairing: Eijirou/Izuku

Chasing the sun

Author: Soulstring

Rating: General audiences

Status: In Progress

Summary: Eijirou’s mother told him that the sun is a star that hangs in the blue sky, far away from them because it’s too hot to touch and too blinding to look at. Kirishima Eijirou is three years old when he finds out that’s not entirely true. It takes ten seconds to come to that conclusion and even less to become smitten with the one he finds on earth. An AU where Kirishima and Midoriya meet each other as kids, grow together as childhood friends, and ultimately fall in love.

Pairing:Ejiro/Midorya

Coloured bricks, pick up sticks

Author: wyrvel

Rating: General Audiences

Status: In progress

Summary: Midoriya Izuku is a very warm person. Not his personality (though that’s also true). It’s his quirk. His quirk is that he’s warm. - Eight-year-old Izuku is positive that his quirk isn't useless. It's just something that requires a little more work than usual, and if he researches the ins and outs of quirks and scientific theory, he'll prove it! All he has to do is to find his body's physical limits, and push them until he learns how to make it work for him. Easy, right?

Pairing: Gen

The curse of the anime protagonist

Author: masterdipster

Rating: Teen and up

Status: In progress Summary: Or; the one where Izuku is blessed with the most heroic quirk in existence. The problem is, er, being a hero's the last thing he wants to be.

Pairing: Gen

Cut from the same cloth

Author: ShanaStoryteller

Status: Complete

Rating: Explicit

Summary: When Endeavor finishes delivering his ultimatum, All-Might uses one of his precious minutes in his hero form to punch Endeavor in the face. The force of it sends the number two hero staggering back and into an alley wall, leaving an Endeavor-sized imprint in the bricks.

“THAT IS NOT HERO-LIKE BEHAVIOR!” All-Might roars.

~

Endeavor find out some secrets, and the price of his silence is the marriage of Izuku Midoriya, the anonymous hero Deku, to his youngest son.

Pairing: Izuku/Shouto

NEW daisies bunches and heather branches

Author: halcyonwhispers

Rating: Teen and up

Status: Complete

Summary: izuku falls in love with the foul-mouthed tattoo artist next door.

Pairing: Izuku/Katsuki

NEW The Dark Below

Author: DarthPeezy

Rating: Mature

Status: In Progress

Summary: Izuku was never Quirkless. Sometimes Quirks hide until they are triggered. Izuku died and came back. He gazed into the abyss and it followed him home. Everything he thought he knew about the world is about to change because there are monsters lurking in the dark below. Izuku wonders if he is one of them.

Pairing: Gen

Notes: This is another Quirk!Izuku fic.It has a great ambience to the whole story and has some great worldbuilding and of course, all the angst.

Daymare

Author: IntrospectiveInquisitor

Rating: Explicit

Status: In Progress

Summary: Izuku Midoriya has endured a decade of abuse, ridicule, and social ostracization due to his status as 'Quirkless'. Even his childhood friend, Katsuki Bakugou, has tossed him aside and made it a mission to drill his uselessness home. But despite his obstacles and the derision of his peers, Izuku will never give up on his dream of being a hero, and will never feel shame for being called Quirkless. Because it's easier than acknowledging that he has a Quirk at all.

Pairing: Ejiro/Izuku

Has a podfic by me!

NEW Death and Taxes

Author: Penkindisbestspecibus

Rating: Explicit

Status: In Progress

Summary: It is a widely held belief that in the universe, there are only two constants - Death, and Taxes.

The truth is much simpler. Death is merely the Tax all Life must pay. Some more than others.

Pairing: Ejiro/Izuku

Notes: An izuku has a quirk AU. He can’t die. I really like this one. Izuku is really affected by his quirk and he is a much differnt character from the one in canon while still being recognizable.

Demolition lovers

Author: TMOTC

Rating: Teen and up

Status: In progress

Summary: It was a mistake, Shouto thinks, to fall in love with a hero. (Or the one where Todoroki is a quirkless school nurse and Pro Hero Deku’s longsuffering boyfriend.)

Pairing: Izuku/Shouto

NEW A Demolition Boy & his Cryptid BF

Author: kewltie

Rating: Teen and up

Status: Complete

Summary: Bakugou of the Demolition Squad is famous for running one of the most popular Youtube channels on the web that regularly blow shit up and jumped off a perfectly good building for shit and giggles. He's also famous for his Cryptid BF™, never appearing on camera except for a few bodyshots and all information on him is kept locked up tighter than Fort Knox, therefore drawing all sort of attention and curiosity toward his mysterious boyfriend.

Deku from Deku Explains is a hopeless chatterbox who is known for uploading 20-30 minutes video that talked about his favorite shows and comics and have one of the most devoted following on Youtube. He also can't seem to shut up about his boyfriend Kacchan, who regularly make his presence on the channel as a disembodied voice.

They should theoretically have nothing in common except a shared platform to host their content and an army of fans with an endless curiosity and devotion to their Youtubers. Vidcon is where we lay our scene and the internet is about to get a rude wake up call.

Pairing: Izuku/Katsuki

NEW The Devil went down to Tokyo

Author: Orphaned recently, unsure if they are continuing

Rating: Mature

Status: In Progress

Summary: The creature lent down, its massive jaws opened as it crooned out the words; “You see me, child?” It’s voice was as soft as a babe’s skin, yet chilling as a murderer’s heart.

But Izuku paid no mind. He giggled as he tapped the creature's rusty red horns, ignoring the fact he was facing a terrifying monster. “Of course I can silly!”

“Hmmm.” The creature said thoughtfully, its rumble like the roar of a motorbike. “This is exceedingly peculiar indeed.”

Or.

Izuku was born with a Quirk that makes him what the Americans call a 'cryptozoologist', D&D players a 'op necromancer' and everybody else a 'weird kid with little to no sense of personal space'.

Pairing:  Katsuki/Iida/Izuku/Shouto/Ochako

NEW Edna’s Intervention

Author: RoseJennison

Rating: General audiences

Status: Complete

Summary: At the end of each school year, UA hires a consultant to evaluate the costumes the first year students designed for themselves, to make sure they are both aesthetically appropriate and safe to use.

That consultant is Edna Mode.

i.e. A story where Edna Mode comes to UA and gives costume advice to Class 1A. And she isn't afraid to call people out about their questionable choices.

Pairing: Gen

Erased potential

Author: theslytherinpaladin

Rating: Mature

Status: In progress

Summary: Midoriya Izuku, determined to become a hero before ever meeting All Might, looks for another way. He might not have a quirk, but that can’t be all that being a hero is about. He has the intelligence, the drive, the determination. All he needs now is to know how to use it. Enter Aizawa Shouta.

Pairing: Gen

New A Fight to the death

Author: iknewaman

Rating: Explicit

Status: Complete

Summary: Izuku isn’t competitive by nature, but when the blond, cocky asshole from the other table’s team gets involved he suddenly becomes hellbent on winning. Rival Pub Quiz AU

Pairing: Izuku/Katsuki

NEW Finding that balance

Author: Itcamefromashes

Rating: Tenn and up

Status: In Progress

Summary: “I really don’t think we need to have this conversation right now!” Midoriya Izuku called out, his red face only making his freckles stand out more as he attempted to cover himself with his arms, “There could be a much better use of your time! Like lesson planning! Or training! Or literally anything other than this!” He gave up in hiding from view and instead lasered his focus on a crack in the school’s tile.

Pairing: Gen

NEW Free-Falling

Author: theDapperDemonicGentleman

Rating: General Audiences

Status: Complete

Summary: The quiet Slytherin boy who never participates in practical lessons turns out not to be a squib after all, which is excellent news for Ochako and her whole falling to her death situation. Although they could all probably do without the side-effects.

Pairing: Gen

NEW FUCK!

Author: LNoGame44

Rating: Teen and up

Status: Complete

Summary: Bakugou didnt know when it started. Maybe it had being going on for a while and he hadn't noticed it. But every time it happened, it sent a shock up his spine and boiled his blood. No one else reacted to it. They all continued as if their train of thought hadnt just been violently derailed and Bakugou was getting fucking sick of it.

Pairing: Izuku/Katsuki

NEW Fuck! Stay down will you!

Author: InkspillsNotebook

Rating: Mature

Status: Complete

Summary: A mission gone wrong leads to unexpected events, leaving heartbreak and realizations a bit too late.

Pairing: Izuku/Katsuki

NEW Gentle Nightmares

Author: artemancy

Rating: Teen and up

Status: in progress

Warning: child abuse

Summary: Izuku's life is a cosmic joke.

Kidnapped as a child and used as a tool for evil, all he wants is to be seen.

Punchline: With a quirk like his, that's never going to happen.

Pairing: Gen

NEW Get by with a little help from my friends

Author: SpectrumArcadia

Rating: Mature

Status: Complete

Summary: Midoriya goes into heat early and asks his childhood friend to scent him so he can safely get home without being accosted.

Pairing: Izuku/Katsuki

NEW Grief Counseling

Author: Merrywetherweather

Rating: Explicit

Status: In Progress

Summary: Katsuki remembered the first time he had failed to save someone, watched helplessly in horror as an elderly man had been crushed beneath the girth of a thrown car. He had already propelled himself forward to grab a small boy when he noticed, too late, the car fly by overhead. Two other heroes had been on the scene at the time and had assured him.

There was nothing that could have been done.

Most of class 1-A had already gone through a similar experience. The only one left with a clean track record in the rescue department had been Deku.

Well, except for today.

A slowburn fic where Kacchan tries to convince Deku to take advantage of the grief counseling provided for free to heroes experiencing their first failed rescues. Lots of flirting. Healing their relationship comes first. The romantic bit where they fall helplessly and stupidly in love comes after.

Pairing: Izuku/Katsuki

Guillotine

Author: PsychoLimbo

Rating: Teen and up

Status: In Progress

Summary: After being told by his favorite hero that his quirk would be unsuitable for hero work, Izuku takes it upon himself to become a hero by himself - without the limitations of a license. (An AU in which Izuku is essentially Deadpool with less murder)

Pairing: Eijirou/Izuku/, Izuku/Shouto

NEW How to train your shitty Omega

Author: deanvspanties

Rating: explicit

Status: In Progress

Summary: Izuku will have Bakugou's knot. He's Izuku's alpha after all.

I'm sorry for this, but I just had an image in my head of omega!Izuku destroying the school, hunting down Bakugou, and demanding his knot.

Pairing: Izuku/Katsuki

NEW How was Your day?

Author: Pt_Tucker

Rating: Teen and up

Status: Complete

Summary: "Hi Kacchan, how was your day at work?"

“YOU FUCKING PUNCHED ME THROUGH A BUILDING! THAT WAS MY DAY AT WORK!”

Pairing: Izuku/Katsuki

A hymn for destruction

Author: clenchedhands

Rating: mature

Status: In Progress

Summary: They say that if you stick a frog in pot of boiling water it will, of course, jump out. However, if you turn up the heat slowly, its senses will adapt and it will not notice until it is too late. This is what Todoroki Shouto thinks of when he hears of the new villain that has been dominating the news lately. Bakugou spoke, “I know him. His name is Midoriya Izuku. He- we though he killed himself.” (Midoriya Izuku doesn't go to UA, doesn't get One For All, and doesn't get told he can be a hero.)

Pairing: Izuku/Katsuki

If I only had a heart

Author: LunartheDragon

Rating: Mature

Status: In Progress

Summary: Being born quirkless wasn't a curse, Midoriya Izuku refused to believe that, and he would show the world through astonishing intellect, bravery, and a heart that feels for all paths he crosses that this is true. Even when damaged, ridiculed, and put down, he will be strong, for all these things are a challenge. A challenge from the very universe to become something great and change the foundation of society as he knows it.

Pairing: Gen

NEW I’ll Carry you home

Author: Renesvetta

Rating: General audiences

Status: Complete

Summary: While training with All Might, it wasn’t uncommon for Izuku to be so exhausted at the end of the day that he unwittingly fell asleep without regard for where he was. It consequently became part of All Might’s routine to help his young protégé home. During that time, Izuku may have let loose more than one sleepy confession towards his mentor.

Pairing: Gen

New The Intervention

Author: IwaizumiFanClub

Rating: Explicit

Status: Complete

Summary: Deku’s grasp was gentle but firm as he slowly guided Bakugou’s face to his front again. The look in his eyes had changed; instead of innocent, it was more assertive. . . dominating. They were still wide and unblinking, though, as if Deku was daring him to try anything. As if Bakugou even could, with his entire back flush against Todoroki’s chest.

“That wasn’t very nice, Kacchan. Do you want to try again?”

Pairing: Izuku/Katsuki/Shouto

Notes: Some really hot porn with some really good feelings

I Summoned a Demon 101: an In-comprehensive guide to Corporeal Demon Do's and Don'ts

Author: EAter

Rating: Explicit

Status: In Progress

Summary:  Midoriya Izuku was born with a quirk: the ability to summon and bind demons from an alternate plane to do his bidding. With only a few days left until the UA entrance exam and still no offensive-type demons in his arsenal, Izuku makes a desperate attempt at summoning one corporeal, a feat he had never before attempted. He'd say it was a success but, he doesn't actually know if it'll be more a help or a hindrance. Especially since Bakugou Katsuki is, well, kind of a shit.

Pairing: Izuku/Katsuki

I am cold, can you hear me

Author: midoizuku

Rating: Teen and up

Status: In Progress

Summary: As Todoroki learned from a tender age, growing up with your dad as the #2 hero in all of Japan has a few hazards--especially when you’re his designated prodigy and are constantly being goaded to do more, to be better. Said hazards include: getting dragged to literally every villainous scene to observe from the sidelines, rigorous (and sometimes illegal) training sessions, and family issues out the whazoo. But hey, at least his dad’s rival's kid is kind of cute.

Pairing: Izuku/Shouto

NEW It's not really a quirk (but yeah sure let's go with that)

Author: Asarielle

Rating: Teen and up

Status: In Progress

Summary: It had been ten years since Bakugou last saw the friend who followed him around. Since then, all he’s had are letters he was told to burn and a cryptic sense that either Deku was the coolest (and only) friend he’d ever had… or he was batshit crazy. Honestly, what's he supposed to think when he gets a letter about Deku living with werewolves? And why did he say that demons were after him? Also, how can you have a power that's not a quirk? Deku had some explaining to do, and it better be the show-and-tell kind, or Bakugou was going to explode his face off or make him sit still in one place or something.

Featuring: an Izuku who was raised in a werewolf culture, has no concept of personal space, uses a magical ability to explode things/pause time, and sometimes accidentally summons demons to his location. Throw in some Dekubowl, cuddles, crack treated seriously, and a bit of PTSD and action to balance it all out. This was originally a thought experiment into how many people Izuku can be shipped with before the Dekubowl falls apart, so it also features soulmate theory, a dash of first time romance, and a swamp of polyamory for everyone to figure out.

Pairing: Dekubowl

NEW Ignite the Ashes

Author: IceEckos12

Rating: General Audiences

Status: In Progress

Summary: The Dragon is said to be one of the worst supervillains in history. His capture and subsequent incarceration was celebrated as a resounding victory for All Might.

Less well-known was that the Dragon had a son. His name is Midoriya Izuku, and he will spend the rest of his life trying to escape the shadow that his father cast.

With his mother's loving support and All Might's careful guidance, he will become a hero.

Pairing: Gen

NEW I’m Friends with the Monsters in my closet

Author: GIOpet

Rating: Mature

Status: In Progress

Summary: Denki hunched his shoulders as he got closer to the group. Everyone was leaning in to hear what he had to say.

"So, what do you think his deal is?" He discretely nods to the blond leaving the lunchroom.

"He acts like a delinquent." Ochako says with a slight frown.

"Or maybe he's crazy." Mineta adds.

"Well, I think he's very cool." Kirishima joins in. He saw nothing wrong with the guy.

Pairing: Izuku/ Katsuki

Notes: A really good creepy story, it has such an ambiance to it and you aren't entirely sure what is going on.

In the eye of the storm

Author: CheshireButton

Rating: Mature

Status: In progress

Summary: Izuku Midoriya is a scientific prodigy seeking a cure for a rapidly spreading neurodegenerative disease. A potential clue in his research points to a fabled island, guarded by an eternal storm from which no travelers have ever returned. He navigates through the hurricane and discovers an island that is anything but uninhabited. He must adapt to survive against the natives who place intruders in three categories: warriors, mates, or meat

Pairing: Izuku/Katsuki

Izuku is afraid

Author: Sleepingugly

Rating: Mature

Status: in progress (The first story in the series is complete)

Summary: Izuku doesn‘t have a quirk. He swears. His mind isn’t always on the ocean. He lies. (He’s just maybe drowning. He promises it’s nothing.)

Pairing: Gen

NEW Leave at your own chosen speed

Author: MikkiOfTheAnbu

Rating: teen and up

Status: in progress

Summary: He learned later that Deku’s heart was broken, shaping the word “congenital” in his mouth until it made no sense. Katsuki thought it was bullshit. No one, no one, had a stronger heart than Midoriya Izuku.

(In which Izuku has a bad heart but also a really good one, and the real heroes were the friends we made along the way)

Pairing: Gen, Eijirou/Katsuki

NEW Leviathan

Author: Rest_in_RIP

Rating: Mature

Status: In Progress

Summary: Izuku's only truly used his quirk once. He was four years old.

He took thirty-two lives that day.

Now, he's sworn never to let that power possess him again. Hiding the true nature of his quirk from everyone, he hides behind the thin facade of a useless, showy quirk, refusing any and all connection to the mysterious creature recognized in a few sparse news reports as the Leviathan.

Lies don't last forever, however, and one day or another, his world will have to come crashing down.

Pairing: Gen

NEW Li2CO3

Author: dweeblet

Rating: Teen and up

Status: in progress

Summary: Izuku was born to be a villain.

This was the least he could do.

Pairing: Gen

Notes: I love, love love this fic. It features a quirkless Izuku who has a disorder where he doesn't really feel emotions. What i love about this, is instead of using this as an excuse to go kill things, he works at being good (Along with medication and a therapist). It really reminds me of a line from the movie thoroughbreds (Which you should all watch if you havent) “I don’t feel things. That doesn't make me a bad person, it just means that i have to work a little harder than everyone else to be good.”

Limerance

Author:Serie11

Rating: Mature

Status: In progress

Summary: Izuku stares at the TV. “Mum, what’s a Hero Duo?” She ruffles his hair. “It means that the two of them are soulmates. They’re stronger together, so they fight together. They support each other.” Izuku sighs dreamily at the screen. “I wish I could be part of a Hero Duo one day.” Someone who would always be there for him? It sounded like a dream come true. Then of course, Izuku finds out who his soulmate is: and his dream suddenly feels a lot more like a nightmare

Pairing: Izuku/Katsuki

Live a hero

Author: BeyondTheClouds777

Rating: Teen and up

Status: In progress

Summary: "You either die a hero, or you live long enough to see yourself become the villain." Or, you're raised a villain, rebel when you're nine, and fight against the odds to become a hero anyway. That's how it is in Izuku's case

Pairing: Gen

With Podfic by me!

Looking glass

Author: twistedthicket1

Rating: Mature

Status: In progress

Summary: Midoriya Izuku goes missing as a child. No villain is ever held accountable, no one ever brings his mother any answers. For ten years, the only people who remember the quiet, Quirkless boy are Inko and Bakugo Katsuki. They both feel his loss in different, inexplicable ways. Eraserhead's been on the hunt for an elusive villain only known by the press as 'Ghost'. No fingerprints, blood, or evidence of any kind can ever be found at the scene of the crimes. All of the villain's cases inevitably run cold. Izuku wishes he'd been born Quirkless after all. Maybe then, he could've believed in heroes. Maybe then, he could've turned into someone good.

Pairing: Izuku/Shouto

New Love Notes

Author: aideyn

Rating: Teen and up

Status: Complete

Summary: Prompt Fill: Izuku doesn't take love confessions seriously due to bullying.

In middle school it was a pretty common prank for people to leave fake love notes in Izuku's shoe locker and then stand him up (or worse) when he responded to them. In high school, Izuku is fairly popular with his peers, much to his own surprise, but when he receives his first love note his first response is, as usual, to ignore it outright, to the bewilderment of his classmates.

But his secret admirer doesn't give up, and Izuku's weak excuses for ignoring the notes piling up begin to wear thin with his classmates.

Pairing: Eijirou/Izuku

NEW Mark me up

Author: Flightless_Bird

Rating: Teen and up

Status: Complete

Summary: Katsuki's gaze cut into him again like a lightning bolt and it took Izuku a second to realize what the tilt of the blonde's head meant: come here.

Pairing: Izuku/Katsuki

A matter of perspective

Author: SkyGem

Rating: teen and up

Status: In progress

Summary: When six-year-old Midoriya Izuku is kidnapped right out of his own front yard, it takes four years for them to find him again. But the boy that comes back isn't the sweet, cheerful boy that was taken. This boy is hurt and broken, and All Might finds he can't bring himself to let go. (Or alternatively, the AU where All For One fucked up and chose Izuku as his protégé instead of Shigaraki Tomura.)

Pairing: Gen

NEW Milk and Honey

Author: Magdaleria

Rating: Mature

Status: In Progress

Summary: Izuku isn’t naïve, for all that he still wants to be a hero. He’s done his research, he’s lived with his mother day in and day out, and a part of him knows. Even if he doesn’t think he could say it out loud, he knows.

His mother isn’t going to live forever. Kaa-san loves him more than anything in the world, and he does her, and he never wants to hurt her. So he tucks her back into bed, cleans up the dishes, does his homework, and he waits.

Because he’s living for her. For now, he has to live.

He waits.

_____

A story in which Midoriya Inko is terminally ill, and becoming a hero isn't the hardest thing Izuku has ever done.

Pairing: Gen

NEW Never too old to learn

Author: iknewaman

Rating: Explicit

Status: Complete

Summary: Katsuki has only ever heard of how omegas behave when nesting, but actually seeing it happen is… educational, to say the least.

Pairing: Izuku/Katsuki

NEW NomuZuku Series

Author: TubbsTheCat

Rating: Teen and up

Status: In Progress

Warning: Human Experimentation, Suicidal ideations

Summary: The Alliance decides to go for a more subtle approach to their anti All Might weapon, abducting the child he intended to pass One for All to and turning him into one of their Noumu.

Pairing: Gen

NEW Oblivious

Author: Soulstring

Rating: Teen and up

Status: Complete

Summary: “C’mon Bakugou. Admit that you’d miss us and our cuddling nights.” Katsuki sputters and takes his hand back, hardly minding Eijirou’s dissatisfied pout. “We don’t cuddle.” “Are you sure, Kacchan? If I remember correctly, yesterday we all fell asleep on Kirishima-kun’s bed and—” “—because you know how much I hate being cold!” In which Izuku and Eijirou are having a hard time convincing Kacchan that they're all, in fact, very much in love and dating. For KiriBakuDeku Week.

Pairing: Eijirou/Izuku/Katsuki

NEW One Phone Call away

Author: saltandburnit

Rating: Teen and up

Status: Complete

Summary: “Don’t feel bad for not picking up the phone, Mom. There’s- there’s been an accident…” Midoriya Inko receives a voicemail. Yagi Toshinori a very disturbing phone call. Midoriya Izuku doesn’t know which one was worse but he was glad he could hear at least one comforting voice right then.

Pairing: Gen

NEW The Path to Villainy

Author: Greyliliy

Rating: Teen and up

Status: Complete

Summary: Against his will, Izuku has transferred to U.A.’s General Studies program in order to spy for Shigaraki and his League of Villains. It’s a warped version of his old dream, but at least Kacchan is there. (It's a shame that only makes things worse.)

Pairing: Izuku/Katsuki

Notes: I really like both of the stories in this series. It has a sort of reluctant villain Izuku who is def Yandere for Katsuki. This series follows his fall.

NEW Persephone

Author: nikk_pfefferneuse

Rating: Teen and up

Status: In Progress

Warning: Medium character death

Summary: "Stop killing my dad's tulips, stupid!"

The boy looks up, and Katsuki is greeted with the biggest, greenest eyes in the whole entire world. Round baby cheeks dotted with freckles. Petals in his hair.

The air is stolen from his lungs. Words leave him. The world stops moving.

Pairing: Izuku/Katsuki

NEW put a bullet (where I should've put a helmet)

Author: canlah

Rating: Teen and up

Status: Complete

Warning: PTSD, Depression

Summary:  Midoriya Izuku has a very high pain threshold. It's useful, until it's not.

It isn't until Izuku reaches his breaking point that he realises he doesn't have to carry this pain by himself.

Pairing: Gen

Put the meat on my bones

Author: wonduhwoman

Rating: Explicit

Status: In Progress

Summary: “Dude,” Kirishima said, “How much did he tip you?” Katsuki glanced down at his hand clutching the money, “Two-hundred bucks.” Sero whistled low. “What’s this?” Yaoyorozu asked, stealing the slip of paper off the bar before Katsuki could protest. She unfolded it, eyes widening, “He gave you his number, Bakugou! He even drew a winky face next to it!”

Pairing: Izuku/Katsuki/Ochako

A path to trace

Author: aquaticflames

Rating: Teen and up

Status: In Progress

Summary: Everyone on the planet is assigned a cell phone at birth, personalised to the owner and carrying their life in its small casing. On an hourly basis, new words appear on screen, notifying the user of the key events their soulmate will encounter within that timeframe. Misplace it and risk losing contact with your soulmate forever. Break it and you die- it's really that simple.

Pairing: Izuku/Shouto

NEW Phantom Be Still in My Heart

Author: widdlewed

Rating: Teen and up Audiences

Status: Complete

Warning: Major Character Death

Summary: Bakugou Katsuki's world was ripped apart, tossed to the wind as nothing but scraps of what it once was. Left with a suffocating weight of guilt, remorse, and self-hate, Katsuki struggles to continue living in a world where Heroes can't save those who need it the most.

Pairing: Gen

NEW Play it cool

Author: warschach

Rating: Teen and up

Status: Complete

Summary: Izuku accidentally becomes Katsuki's secret cuddle buddy.

(or that time Izuku and Katsuki snuggle on real pretenses then false ones, each finding a way to poorly miscommunicate their emotions cause what do these boys do aside of making carters in infrastructures and in each other, make the whole class of 1-A weep for them, and manage a romance to bring Ryan Gosling to the brink of tears.)

Pairing: Izuku/Katsuki

NEW Quirkless

Author: InkHound

Rating: Mature

Status: In Progress

Summary: Izuku's heartbroken at the tender age of four— the doctors have confirmed he is quirkless. But the truly crushing blow is when not long afterward, little Izuku has a chance meeting with his number one hero; All Might, who tells him that without a quirk, he can't be a hero (it's just too dangerous).

Later that night, Izuku is watching his favorite All Might video in a daze. He puts the question to his mother; can he still be a hero, without a quirk? He watches as she freezes up, pale-faced and wet-eyed before she rushes to his side and speaks in a trembling, tear-filled voice;

"Oh baby, my sweet baby 'zuku," she says through her tears, "Of course you can."

And everything changed.

Pairing: Izuku/Katsuki

Quirk: the gamer

Author: pinchess07

Rating: Mature

Status: Abandoned

Summary: [Welcome to your life: THE GAME!] Today is your fourth birthday, and you just activated your quirk, [The Gamer], for the first time! Congratulations! [The Gamer] This is your Quirk! They say that there's a microscopic chance of developing a quirk that's entirely unrelated to your parents' quirks, but no one really knows where quirks came from, so what do they know? Just accept this gift from the gods! It comes with two initial Skills: [Gamer's Body] Passive. Lv. Max. Grants a body that allows for the user to live the real world like a game. After sleeping in a bed, HP and MP are restored and all status effects are removed. Injuries will result in pain and a decrease in HP but won't result in physical damage. Depleting MP down to 0 results in [Fatigue]. Depleting HP down to 0 results in a loss of consciousness. [Gamer's mind] Passive. Lv. Max. Allows the user to calmly and logically think things through. Grants immunity to [Confusion], [Panic], [Rage], and [Fear].

Pairing:Midorya/Bakugo

Quirk Type: Memento Mori

Author: RoseJennison

Rating: General audiences

Status: In progress

Summary: Izuku wasn't sure what his quirk type would be called. He'd never heard of anyone else having a quirk like this, so it would probably have a category all to itself. 'Memento Mori' seems like a fitting type name. 'Remember Death'. With his quirk, it's important to remember that all things must die. Because if one individual denies death for too long, another must take their place. Pushing Daisies AU- in which Izuku has a quirk that allows him to bring dead things to life with a touch. The catch is that they will go back to being dead if he ever touches them again. Plus, if he keeps them alive for too long, another similar life will be taken in their place.

Pairing: Izuku/Hitoshi

Roots

Author: HunterOfTheWild

Rating: Teen and up

Status: In Progress

Summary: To be a hero, that is Izuku's only wish. But then why does he dream of green canopies and fragrant blooms? Why do his limbs creak and tremble, and why does Kacchan's quirk scare him so? Izuku will have to dig his roots deep if he wants to become a hero

Pairing: Izuku/Katsuki, Izuku/Shouto

Registered quirk: open heart

Author: Liketolaugh

Rating: Teen and up

Status: In Progress

Summary: Inko liked to say that Izuku had always, in a way, had his quirk. From the time he was born, she told him, he’d cried when others cried, laughed when others laughed, and had a way of knowing when something was wrong. Sometimes when she was upset, he’d tug on her skirt, smile, and say, “Happy please!”

Pairing: Gen

NEW The Small claim of bones

Author: jurassicqueer

Rating: Mature

Status: In Progress

Summary: When Izuku is five he kills his father.

He had wanted to be a hero but that dream was crushed- butchered when he and his mother were waiting in the hospital, when the doctors announced that Hisashi had died hours ago. When Izuku had ripped his father’s heart apart in his chest, killed him before he knew he was dying, a future as a hero had ended. That was the first and last time Izuku would ever use his quirk on another person.

But fate has other plans, and against the forces of destiny, Izuku hasn't a chance.

Pairing: Gen

NEW Soft

Author: IfItHasAFandomImAPartOfIt

Rating: General audiences

Status: Complete

Summary: For BNHA Cuddle Week Day 1!

Kirishima really likes having Midoriya's attention on him. It doesn't happen often but.... He has his attention now though, and having Midoriya next to him, focused on him, makes his chest swell with too many feelings.

Pairing:  Eijirou/Izuku/

NEW Soft Spots

Author: Saysi

Rating: Explicit

Status: Complete

Summary: Midoriya and Bakugou don't have the best of relationships - except when they find themselves alone.

Bakugou quickly finds himself developing a soft spot for the nerd.

Happy birthday Midoriya!

Pairing: Izuku/ Katsuki

Something borrowed

Author: ThisCat

Rating: Teen and up

Status: In Progress

Summary: Izuku wants to be a hero. There's nothing in the world he wants more than to be a hero, no matter what anyone says, his teachers, his classmates, or even Kacchan. He's going to be a hero. Even if his quirk is what it is. Even if he's limited to slight sensory abilities 90% of the time. Even if his quirk in action is the quintessential villainous ability. He's going to be a hero, and he's going to find a way to do it without pushing anyone else down. Somehow.

Pairing: Gen

Something like a star

Author: realisticallycynical

Rating: Teen and up

Status: In progress

Summary: “An empathy quirk, huh?” It’s clearly a hypothetical question, though the monotone way he says it makes it sound more like a statement. “Unusual, but it explains why you’re up here.” There is… so much about that statement that doesn’t make sense.

Pairing: Gen

Standing in awe of death

Author: Ramabear

Rating: Explicit

Status: the series is still in progress, but a lot of the individual stories are completed

Summary: Katsuki drives Izuku over the edge and, together, they discover Izuku wasn't quirkless after all. Rekindling their childhood friendship, Katsuki and Izuku begin to test out the limits of Izuku's incredible new quirk. It is a very messy process.

Pairing: Izuku/Katsuki

NEW Triangle series

Author: crabapplered

Rating: explicit

Status: the series is in progress, but the first story is complete

Warning: Dubious consent (Would have been non con, but the parties aren't exactly aware of what they were doing)

Summary: Midoriya and Todoroki get hit by a quirk that triggers heats and ruts. In the 48hrs that follow, the secret that Midoriya has kept hidden is painfully revealed. Both Todoroki and Iida must find a way to keep him safe without hurting him further...and they'll need Bakugo's help.

Pairing: Iida/Izuku/Shouto, past Izuku/Katsuki

A trip up no memory lane

Author:  acernor

Rating: Explicit

Status: Complete

Summary: Midoriya loses his memory to a villain's quirk in senior year and re-meets his classmates for the first time. With 20x the confidence, he takes absolutely 0% of Bakugo's shit, and pushes back when Bakugo tries to push him around. Bakugo likes it.

Pairing:Midorya/Bakugo

NEW United in the storm

Author: theslytherinpaladin

Rating: Mature

Status: In Progress

Summary: Midoriya Izuku may have saved All Might during the attack at USJ, but in doing so he attracted the attention of the League of Villains. Unable to strike at All Might directly, the League decides to focus on a much easier target. Afterall, how can they ignore someone so completely undefended?

Pairing: Izuku/Shouto

Until you come back home

Author: dandelion_weed

Rating: Teen and up

Status: It is a series that is still in progress, but the stories are stand alone and could be seen as complete

Summary: Saturday finds Katsuki in front of Izuku's apartment, holding a box of expensive snacks for afternoon tea in one hand and Izuku’s goddamn poster in another. In his backpack are his change of clothes and toothbrush for the sleepover. He’s ready for war. --- Katsuki tries his hand at apologizing, being a better friend, and maneuvering both his life and growing feelings for Midoriya Izuku, and succeeds with extreme damage to his pride.

Pairing: Izuku/Katsuki

Victim of circumstance

Author: Chalcet

Rating: Teen and up

Status: In Progress

Summary: When you're a Quirkless orphan on the streets, you have to fight twice as hard for just about everything. Survival. Respect. Allies. Most of the time, you're just barely scraping by. And, for that matter, so is everyone else around you. So Izuku does what he does best: he helps. Sometimes that means mediating gang disputes; other times, it's something as simple as grocery shopping. It's not like anyone else will, after all. With so many hopes riding on him, there's only ever been one option. Quirk or no Quirk, UA or no UA—he's going to become a hero.

Pairing: Izuku/Katsuki

Vicious

Author: feelslikefire

Rating: Explicit

Status: In progress but only one more chapter to go

Summary: Midoriya and Bakugou wind up in the very last position either of them thought they'd be in: Hero Partners. It's not fun, but they learn to cope. Their first big assignment together takes them undercover to infiltrate a cult, but the situation turns out far more sinister than they first thought. (Or: Midoriya and Bakugou pretend to be Fake Married, join a cult, start having sex, and learn not to suck as partners, not necessarily in that order.)

Pairing: Midorya/Bakugo

A wallflower’s thorns

Author: A_ToastToTheOutcasts

Rating: Teen and up

Status: In Progress

Summary: Maybe one day he'd be unafraid to tell people that he existed. Stand tall and announce that he was, in fact, there. For now though, he was more than content going day to day, weaving past his classmates and having them none the wiser. (Aka where Izuku does, in fact, have  have a Quirk, it's just that no one notices)

Pairing: Izuku/Shouto

We can all be heroes

Author: Amandyalmonds

Rating: Teen and up

Status: In progress

Summary: Izuku wanted a lot of things. To not be quirkless, to save lives, for Kacchan to act like his friend again. But as the years went by, none of these things happened, until he started running into the now-graduated class of 1-A. Or, Izuku listens to Kacchan's bullying and doesn't apply to U.A. He still wants to save lives. So instead of becoming a pro-hero, he becomes a paramedic.

Pairing: Izuku/Shouto

What I am

Author: vanabean

Rating: Mature

Status: In Progress

Summary: "Shouta can see it even as it lays dormant. It curls alongside the darkness, their tendrils caressing the shadows like a doting parent. He watches the power ripple in Izuku’s dark irises like pulsing lighting, sees the flash of something dark and hungry hidden in the murky depths of his pupils. If Shouta hadn’t already heard the kids calm, sweet voice, and his polite way of speaking, he would think the child was from some twisted part of Hell."

Pairing: Gen

With what was left behind

Author: C_AveryWrites

Rating: teen and up

Status: In Progress

Summary: When Izuku was eleven years old, All Might had announced he was a guest speaker at an event being held at a local college, and Izuku had begged and begged his mother to take him until she gave into his pleading. That was the happiest day of Izuku’s life. To be able to meet his idol in person, to hear him speak about what it was like to be the Number One Hero, about the things he felt on and off the job, about his life as a person behind the smile that defined All Might. It’s something Izuku will never forget. *** Midoriya Izuku was born insignificant in a world where those who were extraordinary prospered. The world around him was special, basking in the radiant sunlight of a bright future while he was caught in their shadows, destined to live an empty life without meaning. That was before he met Tsukauchi Naomasa, and certainly before he met U.A. Hero Course Class 1-A.

Pairing: Ejiro/Midorya

NEW Yesterday Upon the stair

Author: PitViperOfDoom

Rating: Teen and up

Status: In Progress

Summary: Midoriya Izuku has always been written off as weird. As if it's not bad enough to be the quirkless weakling, he has to be the weird quirkless weakling on top of it.

But truthfully, the "weird" part is the only part that's accurate. He's determined not to be a weakling, and in spite of what it says on paper, he's not actually quirkless. Even before meeting All-Might and taking on the power of One For All, Izuku isn't quirkless.

Not that anyone would believe it if he told them.

[sweetlysilent]

Figment (Ch. One)

Requested By: Nobody

Pairing: Richie Tozier x Reader

Warnings: Traumatic Memories, Fear, Symptoms of Anxiety, Mention of Pennywise, Slight Bill x Reader, etc.

Summary: 

When is a door not a door? Most people tend to always overthink the question, over processing what the answer could be, when in reality it’s right in front of your face. When it’s ajar. This is a riddle that is constantly in the back of your mind.

Just like your greatest fear, it lurks between the space of the door, showing it’s form like a shadow, always creeping behind you. But you convince yourself it’s just a figment of your imagination, that it’s all in your head, that you’re just seeing things. But, what happens when the Loser’s Club end up seeing it too?

A/N: So, I don’t know how many people enjoy this lil blurb mini series but I really like it so I’m going to continue writing it bc it makes me happy. If you like it too then by all means go ahead and read it and if you don’t then don’t read it :)) I post other content too.

This isn’t exactly based off the movie or the book, I’m just kind of free handing it and I might use bits and pieces from the movie, but besides that I’m basically just flowing with it. Another thing, feel free to send a comment in my ask or below on what you thought of this part! I’d love to see everyone’s reactions, it helps keep me motivated.

Also, comment below or send me an ask if you’d like to be tagged!

You didn’t get one ounce of sleep that night, you told yourself it was because you had just moved, that it was just nervous jitters of being in a new house in a new town. But you knew deep down you were just lying to yourself, to hide the real truth as to why you couldn’t sleep.

The clown. The red Balloon. It was all you could think of. All you could see.

You had stayed awake the entire night, just staring at the ceiling, trying to decide whether you were hallucinating or if it was really real. You didn’t even notice that it was now starting to become daylight, until your mother knocked on your door telling you to get ready for school.

You had totally forgotten it was your first day at your new school, you had been too focused on everything else around you that your actual life got put aside. After a few more minutes of laying in your bed, you groggily got up, looking at your appearance in your mirror. 

You looked like you really hadn’t gotten any sleep, but who cares right? Maybe then nobody would bother you at school, they’d think you were just another weird kid and leave you alone.

If only that really happened.

“Mom I need to go, I’ll be late and I need to get my schedule.” You sighed, looking up at your mom who gave you a concerned look, she had been doing this ever since you arrived in Derry, ever since that moment in the car.

“I just, I want you to know that if you need to leave at anytime, you call me. Alright?” She gave you a stern look, as you nodded in response, before saying goodbye and letting you head off into your new school.

You remember walking into the building, catching a few stares, which was normal. You walked up to the front desk, anxiously tapping your foot against the floor until a lady walked over to you.

“You must be Y/N, here’s your schedule.” She’d speak blatantly, before leaving you to fend for yourself.

You rolled your eyes in response, before exiting the front office, anxiety filling your body the second you realized you had no idea where to go, so being the person you are you just stood there like a deer in the headlights, someone had to help you eventually right?

“Holy shit, who is that?“ Richie questioned aloud, nudging Eddie in the ribs, making him glare at his friend before following his gaze over to you.

“No idea, I’ve never seen them before, they must be new to the school.“ Eddie would respond, shrugging his shoulders while rubbing his chest slightly, before glancing back at his friend who was still staring at you.

"They look like complete shit, and are obviously lost.” Richie pointed out, watching as you held your schedule in your hand, a frustrated look forming on your face as you angrily looked around the hallways.

“Richie!” Eddie would scold his friend, hitting him on the arm, making him respond with a loud “WHAT” while shrugging his shoulders innocently. Eddie would roll his eyes, before motioning back over to you.

“If they look so lost to you then go help them." Eddie crossed his arms, making Richie turn to look at his friend, a scowl on his face.

"No way, why don’t you go help them?” Richie argued, making Eddie snort in response, before shoving Richie over towards you.

“This is complete and utter bullshit.” He heard you mutter as you were angrily crumbling your schedule in your hands.

“Yeah we all feel that way about this shithole.” Richie commented, startling you as you spun around quickly, facing him.

You took a minute to observe the boy in front of you, he had thick glasses that made his eyes look huge, he also had dark brown hair, slightly curly, slightly straight, and a somewhat colorful shirt on.

“I know, I know, I’m hot.” Richie grinned slightly, snapping you out of your thoughts, his comment now registering in your head, resulting you to roll your eyes.

"How original.” You’d give a fake smile, your mood being complete shit and moody from getting no sleep.

Richie would give a slight smirk, feeling accomplished that you could be messed with and didn’t just blow him off the second he started talking to you.

“I actually came over here to see if you wanted help, because from what I can tell, you’re struggling real hard.” Richie grinned, making you scoff in response, even though he was right.

“As much as I hate to admit it,” Which you really did, “I could really use some help, I have no idea where anything is in this god forsaken school.” You would groan, making Richie laugh as he looked over your schedule.

He’d offer to give you a tour around the school, to show you were things were along with your classes, which you appreciated greatly, mainly because you were too tired to fight against him and since the school was completely different compared to your previous one.

You soon made it to your first class, which Richie was also in, along with Bill and Eddie.

“So class, we have a new student, please welcome Y/N, Y/L/N, with open arms, thank you.” Your teacher Mr. Steven’s would smile, before starting the class.

By that point you were already laying your head on your desk, Richie would be laughing at your embarrassment, while Bill and Eddie rolled their eyes at their friend.

You managed to somehow make it throughout the entire day, how you weren’t exactly sure, but the fact you did was a miracle. You didn’t have one hallucination the entire day, you didn’t even have to call your mother to come get you.

The day had gone by quick, the last bell rang for the day and you were off, already walking out of the building, only to be stopped by Richie and his friends.

“Hey hot stuff, you want to come hangout with us? I know you don’t have any friends so you should accept my offer.” He’d smirk, making you roll your eyes in response.

Was he intentionally trying to piss you off? Or was that just who he was?

“Why should I go with you? For all I know you and your friends here could try to kidnap me or something.“ You’d reply, squinting at Richie and his friends.

"Why would we fucking kidnap you?” A boy with curly hair questioned, a confused expression on his face.

“How the hell am I supposed to know? Serial killers don’t tell their secrets.” You’d shrug, crossing your arms, an unamused expression on your face.

All the boys would be staring at you, curiosity flooding through them as to why you would think like that, but more of what had happened to you to think that way.

“I-I p-p-promise we w-won’t h-h-h-hurt y-you.” Another boy spoke up, making your eyes snap over to him, your face softening slightly.

This didn’t go unnoticed by Richie either, he didn’t like it one bit that you already felt something for Bill and not him.

You gave a slight nod to Bill, still having a hesitant expression on your face as you agreed to go with them, Bill ended up offering you to join him on his bike, which made you smile slightly, accepting his kind gesture.

You all then began to ride down the street, Stan, one of the other boys you had just met had mentioned you were all going to a nice scenic place.

You were excited, you could use a relaxing calm place, especially after everything you were going through.

Everyone was pedaling down the street, wind blowing through everyone’s hair, already it was peaceful, which is what made you stop and think for a second.

Was this even real? Or was this just a figment of your imagination again, your mind trying to make you see a brighter happier side to life.

“Y/N, are you okay?” Eddie would question, glancing over at you, noticing how pale you were becoming.

“Hey, Y/N.” Mike would question too, realizing how you didn’t respond to Eddie, instantly making everyone worried.

“T-This isn’t real..” You whispered, your body becoming stiff, sweat starting to form on the back of your neck.

“T-This is a-all in my head.. T-This isn’t real..” You whispered again, your eyes were now full on closed, something you hadn’t done for the past twenty-four hours.

You felt the bike stop moving, but you couldn’t move, you were frozen.

“Y-Y/N, w-what’s wrong?” Bill questioned, now off his bike, looking at you with a concerned expression.

Richie walked over to you, confusion on his face, noticing how you looked even worse now than you did earlier.

“What the fuck is wrong with you? You look even worse than you did this morning.” Richie spoke aloud, earning a few annoyed 'Richies’ from the group.

You couldn’t speak, even though you screamed in your head, you screamed for them to hear you, but they couldn’t, you just sat there, frozen in time as they all looked at you like you were crazy.

You felt your hands start to shake, your anxiety building up by the second, you shakily brought your hands to your head.

“This is just a hallucination. This isn’t real.” You kept telling yourself, your breathing becoming more hectic.

“I think Y/N’s having an anxiety attack, we need to calm Y/N down, like now.” Stan spoke quickly, now realizing what was happening to you.

“How the fuck do you suppose we do that?” Richie butted in, giving a bewildered expression to Stan.

“We need Y/N to realize they’re safe, that this is real.” Stan explained, as they all huddled around you.

“Y/N, it’s me, it’s Richie, you’re okay, you’re with me, with us, this is real.” Richie spoke gently, something that surprised the rest of the group, along with himself.

“Y-Y/N, you’re o-okay.” Bill added on, giving you a concerned look, before looking at his group of his friends.

“N-Nothing is w-w-working!” Bill shouted, not understanding why you couldn’t get out of this trance.

They all sat there, trying to figure out what they could do to come back, but suddenly you sat back up, your eyes wide, your lip trembling.

There, right in front of you, floating down the street was the red balloon.

“Do you see it?” You whispered aloud, making all of the boys look at each other with confused expressions.

“See what? See you looking like a crazy person?” Richie questioned, earning a slap from Stan.

“That..” You motioned your arm up, pointing down the street, “The red balloon.”

Tags: @theotherschuyler @pillow223 @o-starshine

[peacefulwriter88]

Ripples - Part 9

Series Tag List: @captainxamerica, @just---love, @senpaiace, @glittercoveredsouls, @findacauseandserveit, @devil-may-cry-11-blog, @agentbarnescarter, @mannatgalhotra @harrisbn @sapphire1727 @ishipmybed @nessy-bearxb @calaofnoldor @cautionconed @badassbaker @mannatgalhotra @girlwonder86 @thatpunkrockfandomchick @barnesdeservestheworld @gratittie @memory-of-a-goldfish @tacohead13 @greeneyedgirls4 @lloeppky @justanotherbuckydevotee@jasmineladjevardi @hollycornish @seargantbcky @planet-holland @violentpleasure @patzammit

Warnings – Fluff, language, being conflicted between Steve and Bucky

A/N: It’s been a while. I’m sorry. I lost a lot of inspiration for a while and got caught up in Ben Barnes as Billy Russo. Infinity War trailer re-inspired me. It actually kind of fucked me up. So here’s this. And probably another part soon. And also a new story featuring these two truly.

Need a refresher? Read part 8

Bucky POV

He walked over to you, watching the way you tensed as you neared him. He understood. If anyone watched you now, they would think that with all the excitement happening to you, you were immune to it. Immune to the fact that you were going to get more than a slap on your hand for all the drama you had caused. Could even possibly have jail time or worse. You didn’t let it get to you though.

This morning he did what he always did. Went to the window and waited for you, making sure that you got in okay. It was an odd habit, and Sam once had teased him that it was borderline creepy, but he just wanted to make sure that you were safe. That was important for him. He had watched you step out of your car, your white blouse a stark contrast to the black button pants you wore that you had opted to wear with suspenders. Red lipstick adorned your face and with the black heels you worse, the whole ensemble felt like a modern version of a 40s pin up girl and it stirred something primitive in him.

Even from where he stood at his window, his hands scrunched up in his jean pockets, he couldn’t help the way you made him feel. Aroused. Proud. Happy. At peace. He wanted to push you against a wall all the while whispering how much he loved you – how he wanted to spend the rest of his life fighting beside you as he drove his cock in you. Wanted to bruise your neck with his kiss, mark you for the world to know that you belonged to him. Wanted you to rack your nails down his back while you whimpered out his name, biting at his shoulders begging him to make you cum. Wanted you to run your hands through his long hair, tussling it so bad that when you both re-emerged everyone would know that he belonged to you, that he was yours.  

He was so in love with you and that realization and acceptance scared the shit out of him.

As he stood beside you now, your body tense as your brain went through all the outcomes of this international realization, how you blew your cover and now had a room of highly trained and powerful people aware that you were around to spy on them, he knew you were just as afraid. Not of the people in the tower – the people who held no power but somehow had some control over you. It was so bad, he was sure that Steve and him were an afterthought. It was the little things you did when you were anxious or nervous – you kept tapping your thumb nail against your cup, the ceramic container tinging against the light sounds of chatter coming from inside. Could hear the way your heart steadily beat, your breathing a rhythmic hitched sound as you shifted from one foot or another.

As a highly trained soldier, he knew this response. You felt caged, unable to find an exit. It was the worse feeling. It was how his mind had kept him since he had stopped being The Winter Soldier. Even though the Wakandians had cured his mind from betraying him, they couldn’t take away the nightmares. He hated that the most of himself.

“I don’t care about your secrets Y/N. I want to make sure you’re ok.” He places his metal arm hesitantly on your right shoulder and you look down at it before looking back up into his eyes. Your heartbeat instantly calms, your breath evens out and you shift to move closer to him, placing your head on the cool metal of his arm. He shifts, moving so he can wrap his arm gently around your waist as your head props on his left pec and you give a content sigh, closing your eyes.

Perhaps, in some odd, twisted way he helped calm you too.

“How are you healing up?” you ask and he shrugs, looking out to the forest scenery.

“Think I’ll survive another day doll. Steve does wallop a mean punch tho – kind of proud of him. Too bad he’s trying to steal my best girl from me.” He winks down at you and you laugh, wrapping your arm around his torso.

You give a content hum as he places a soft kiss on your forehead, letting the silence envelope you. If someone measured how much time the two of you spent not speaking, they’d wonder how the two of you became a pair to begin with. Wouldn’t know that when you’re a fighter, you’re constantly by yourself, in your thoughts. Thinking of exit strategies. Except when he was with you. When he was with you, he was home. Knew you were at home.

The price of peace was high except until you showed him that it was worth fighting for.

“Terry is going to kill me.” You finally say, breaking him from his thoughts as you free hand wraps around his torso, grabbing your mug of coffee to take a sip. He takes your cue, holding you captive in the caged hug and you rest your chin on his chest once you’re done finishing the cup.

“Terry….?”

“The silver haired fox who walked in with our secretary of defense who looks like a harmless old man but has the instincts of a lion. He was the one leading the MI-6 team, the CIA – FBI. Oh, and all the other heads who I can’t name but you know, basically the world’s top governments agencies. He’s my boss and he’s going to fucking kill me.”

He chuckles, watching the way your head curls back into his chest and he rests his chin on top of it, rubbing your back.

“I highly doubt that princess.” He whispers in low Romanian and you nip at him, your teeth grazing against his teal Henley. You hated it when he called you princess.

“I mean it Y/N,” he says more seriously. “You are damn good at your job. I mean, I don’t know exactly what your skill sets are outside of your amazing flexibility in bed…” another nick and he laughs, drawing you closer to him.

“I kid, I kid. Well sorta. Basically none of us expected you to be a sleeper agent and we are all designed to sniff this stuff out. Not even Wanda who can read minds. Don’t know how you managed that one.”

“God, I’m really going to have to up your movie game. Again!” You haven’t moved from his chest but he can feel the way you smile against him and gives a casual shrug. You always said that and it always led to hours being alone with you watching movies he could care less for. But it made you happy so he complied.

“My point is, you managed to do whatever it is you were doing here successfully. Except I’m guessing getting involved with Steve and I was not part of your end plan.”

You groan into his chest, before resting your chin back on him. He can tell by the way your eyes are looking at him your debating telling him the whole truth.

“Aww fuck it. I’ll tell you – probably will find out anyways. Obviously you weren’t part of the mission – you know the standard wine and dine. In fact I was told explicitly to make no connections with anyone. I tried really hard too but goddamn Bucky – you and Steve made it impossible. And Tony and Natasha. And Clint. And Wanda. Even Vision, Brue and Thor. And Sam…..

“Anyways, when I realized I was falling in deep, I let Terry know but he wouldn’t have it. Encouraged it actually. Said it was great to build trust. That was part of the gimmick. Ignored me when I suspected you had feelings for me. Oh yea Buck, I figured that out real quick. You were sooooo obvious.”

He can feel his face flush over in a coat of pink, the heat taking over his body and you place a soft kiss on his chest.

“It was endearing. It was cute. I liked it. I liked it because even though Emo Buck is around literally 99% of the time, you started smiling when you were around me. Started telling jokes. I remember the first time you laughed, it was like music to my ears. It eased me. I was worried about you. I liked that you started sharing more of yourself with me – your secrets. Your insecurities. All I wanted to do was tell you them back.”

“You told Steve.”

He doesn’t mean for it to slip but it does. It does because it hurts him. Always bit at his soul. You told Steve everything. Your eyebrows furrow together.

“Fucking Steve can’t keep a secret for shit!” he can’t help but laugh at that. That had always been true – Steve was way too open to hold other people’s secrets. He didn’t even mean it, just the way he was built.

“I told Steve because it’s easy to tell him those things. I trusted him too. But I knew if I told you…it’d be different. Because it wouldn’t be the scratched surface of who I am, what I was willing to share to build trust. It’d be the whole thing, including my current mission. And I couldn’t share my mission. And I couldn’t lie to you. So I didn’t say a word.”

That made sense. Made sense because he was fountain of information, typically about him, when he was around you.

“The point is, I told Terry as much and he brushed it aside as a kids crush. Told me ride with it. And then, at one point, I figured fuck it. I was just going to tell you how I felt. And then maybe I could balance this secret agent playing as an innocent secretary thing. Got too damn greedy. Probably why the whole Steve and I getting drunk thing happened. I was really nervous about telling you how I felt so I thought a drop of that damn devils blood of an ale would loosen me up. Not lead to me getting married.”

His lips quirk up in a smile. He knew you liked him. He knew it – could feel it. But he didn’t play with chance. Unless he voiced it, he wasn’t going to say a damn thing.

“So you were going to sleep with me that night?” he jokes and you groan, hiding your face in his chest.

“Get off it Buck.”

“Just tell me…” he pokes your side and you giggle, looking back up at him.

“No! Get off of it Winter Soldier.”

He lets up, placing a kiss on your forehead before murmuring,

“I already know...”

“I know you know.”

Silence. Then your saying quickly,

“Fine! I liked you. I was willing to sacrifice all of this, this secret agent business, so I could give this a chance. Figured I could monitor the Avengers and finally tell the man that I love how I was feeling about him. Figured that monitoring the progress of the group, gauging threat levels for our planet, measuring each person’s ability to protect us would go hand in hand with being able to love you back. Even if you were an ass about it. You know, using the jealousy card on all women doesn’t work.”

His eyes flit away from you, back to the scenery at hand.

“I’m sorry about that. That was rude and childish of me.”

“It was. But you know, I didn’t make it any better. I ended up falling for your best friend and marrying him.”

Oh.

You sigh as you push away from him a bit but he won’t let go. Not when he finally has you all to himself.

“I love you Bucky. I really do. And I didn’t feel that way about Steve when I married him either…I mean maybe like a physical attraction sure because Steve is just as much a looker as you. But it wasn’t until after….or maybe before…I don’t know. Something changed. Something changed and now I’m stuck loving two super soldiers. I’m telling you this because you deserve to hear it okay. You deserve to know. If we are really going to figure this out we gotta start being honest. This is my olive branch.”

You watch him, biting your lip anxiously and he swipes hair out of your face. Caresses your cheek. He couldn’t admit it hurt him to hear the words, knowing that you were just as much in love with Steve, his best friend – his brother – than with him. Could understand it. You may have once been broken like him, but you healed yourself like Steve. It made sense your compatibility with them both.

However, knowing something to be true didn’t take away from it hurting less.

“I know that,” he whispers. “Still sucks.”

You nod, your eyes welling with tears and he shakes his head, a gentle smile tugging onto his lips. It hurt but he still loved you. Appreciated you. Cared for you. Knew you felt the same. That was enough for now.

“I can’t convince you to stop loving Steve.” he places he places his hands on your face, cupping your soft flesh as he looks down at you. “I can tell you that I love you. That I hid behind the line of women because I didn’t think I could measure up to you. That I know what it’s like to have a tarnished past and to feel unable to move forward from it. Know that I am willing to wait for you, for 100 years or more if that is what it takes, because you deserve to choose what makes you happy.”

You didn’t cry. He knew that about you - knew that you had learned to check your emotions a long time ago. From the job and life, you led he was sure but now, standing in front of him you were a pool of tears. He was always the reason that made you cry and he hated himself for it.

“Bucky, I don’t deserve you. I’m literally putting you in the middle of a love triangle. You deserve someone better.”

He chuckles, shaking his head as he presses his forehead to yours.

“If the only lump in our relationship is having to deal with Steve, at least it’s a guy I respect.”

You laugh and nod, tears spilling out your eyes and he places a soft kiss on your eyelids.

“You’re strong and going to get past this.” he mumbles against your skin, referring back to the bigger issues that was pressing and you shake your head pulling away,

“I feel like I’m going to get shipped to Serbia. There’s a lot of mini Hydra bases they’d just love me to infiltrate and destroy.”

You give a small chuckle, trying to dispel the tension in the situation but he knows better.

“Even though Tony hates you right now, he also genuinely loves you and is invested in you. And you’re pretty badass and would be a great addition to the team. You took down two talented super soldiers. Pretty damn good resume builder if you ask me” you laugh as again as he pulls you into a hug.

“We are going to make sure to protect you. You’re going to be all right. And if not, I’ll go wherever they ship you off too.”

You shake your head, wrapping yourself around him and he gives a content sigh as you murmur,

“I hope you're right Mr. Barnes.”

He gives one last smile, bending down to push a kiss on your lips.

“You have to give yourself more credit doll. Steve, wouldn’t you agree she’s too hard on herself?” he turns to find Steve pressed against the door and you flush over, instinctively putting a bit of space between Bucky and yourself. You know it doesn’t matter but you feel obligated to diffuse where you can, even if it goes without care.

Bucky chuckles, infiltrating your space one last time to give you a slow and steady kiss before walking to the balcony doors, past Steve.

“She’s all yours,” he mumbles, moving past him and walking back into the house. Back to curious eyes who tried to hard to hide the fact that they had probably watched everything go down.

“That was a very kind thing you did for her.” Wanda says as he moves past the living room, the only person who hadn’t moved their attention from the television as Clint raises an eyebrow, looking up from his deck of cards he was playing with.

The sound of masculine shouts erupted from the space occasionally which he could only assume was their guests putting everyone on edge.  

“I haven’t done anything yet?” Clint says and Natasha rolls her eyes as Vision quietly answers,

“She wasn’t talking about you Clint.”

“Thought you all were going to be a part of that mess upstairs.” Bucky says, stepping into the open kitchen and digging through the cabinets and Bruce takes off his glasses, cleaning them expertly. A nervous habit he picked up when he was concerned.

“They thought that would lend to too many voices,” he places his glasses on the bridge of his noise as he continues, “seems like your girlfriend has created a bigger mess than we could have anticipated.”

He doesn’t mean to slam the cabinet doors but he does and everyone turns to him.

“She’s Steve’s wife.”

Despite what he had told you, he still had to make peace with that fact. And he honestly didn’t want everyone else to ask him about it. Everyone in this place, like Steve, didn’t know how to keep a secret.

Maybe Natasha. Possibly Wanda. He would even venture Sam to a degree. But for him, that was it. Steve once – he was good at keeping the big things when asked but since he married you, he bled everything that was shared to you.

He had to pay for privacy.

“The way you were shmoozing her on the balcony would say otherwise. Got Steve really pissed off. It’s the moodiest I’ve ever seen him…” Sam drawls off as Bucky’s eyes burn into him and he raises his arms.

“What? They were watching too. It is GLASS doors that’s separating that space from this one.”

Bucky rolls his eyes as he leans against the counter.

“Not like it’s any of your business but I’m out of this fight. The rest is up to her.”

Muted silence. Finally,

“.... that should bode well.” Sam mutters underneath his breath, gaining another jab from Thor.

“What? Its true.” he winces, rubbing the tender spot and Thor shakes his head.

“The metal man is right - its none of our business.”

Bucky chuckles, crossing his arms across his chest despite his sour mood. How could one man with so much good intentions deliver such subtle insults.

“For the last time Thor I’m not a metal man. I just have a metal arm.”

“Same thing.” The large Asgardian shrugs.

Steve’s POV

Steve walked into the shared space of the avenger’s tower, desperately trying to ignore the swarm of agents that were moving in and out. Needing to find you.

He had woken up in sweats, barely sleeping on and off. When he had come into the infirmary three days back, Natasha was sitting next to him, a book in her hand as her feet propped on the foot of his bed. She had glanced up and smirked, shaking her head as she returned her eyes back to her book.

“How you doing sleeping beauty?”

His response is a groan, trying to sit up in bed.

“Wouldn’t do that. You and Barnes beat the shit out of each other.”

He groaned, trying to lift his head when a stabbing pain entered his skull. What the hell did Bucky do to him.

“Oh, that little gift was probably left over from your wife. She had a lot of feelings about you and Barnes beating the shit out of her apartment complex.”

Steve closed his eyes, remembering the way he had felt when you had opened the door. Your lips plump, hair askew it was how he liked you best. When you first woke up and didn’t try hard to make yourself even more beautiful than you were. Then things had clicked in place. You weren’t wearing his over large t-shirt. Your neck was bruised, but not from his love bites. He could smell him just as it clicked in his head.

Bucky.

He was so angry. So angry at you. At Bucky. You knew it. And yet he couldn’t be because he knew how much you both loved each other. Knew how torn you were. Tried to reason with that. But Bucky had also known how much he had loved you too. Rather he liked it or not, he was supposed to step down. That kind of disappointing anger had fueled him up, leaving him in a rage.

“Is she okay? We didn’t hurt her or anything?”

Natasha snorts, shaking her head.

“No, she pretty much got the drop on the both of you. Forgot how good and resourceful she is,” she stands up stretching and Steve sighs, closing his eyes.

“What should I do Natasha?”

Natasha considered him for a moment, watching him carefully before saying.

“I know she loves you Steve. She has told me as much. She really likes the idea of starting a life with you. But…. there’s just something about her and Bucky. I know you see this too. Know you can feel it when they are together. They fit, like this perfect little unit. She knows him – he knows her…. I don’t know Steve. I think you could show her a whole lot about happiness and love but I think Bucky can love her and understand her despite her flaws in ways you never can. Not because you’re not right for her but because they’re just one in the same. But hell, what do I know.” She walks over to him and places a soft kiss on her forehead.

“Eventually, you all are going to have to sit down and sort this out. And whatever she decides, whether it’s you, Bucky or no one, you both need to respect that. I’m not saying she’s an innocent angel in all of this but I do know she’s really tried to disengage with both of you. She’d rather be miserable alone than ruin a good friendship.”

Steve knew this. You were selfless in all the ways you were being selfish. He was being selfish. Bucky was being selfish. Natasha was right. The three of you had to sit down and talk this out. No more whispering behind walls and using sex to manipulate you.

He had a plan.

And then he had woken up and found a note on the side of his table.

Steve,

I’m not worth any of this. I’ll be reassigned today and you won’t have to deal with me or Bucky or any of this anymore. You deserve happiness. You deserve someone who can love you and be true to you like you deserve. And that someone is not me.

I love you. I really do. But I just can’t hurt you anymore

Love,

Y/N

Your wedding ring had been on top of the letter and he had jumped into action. You couldn’t leave. Couldn’t say goodbye and decide without him having input in it. So he dressed and started his trek to find you but you were like a ghost. You knew how to be seen only when you needed to be found.

When he turns the corner of the living room, he feels the shift. See’s the way everyone watches him cautiously, their eyes flicking from the balcony back to him. You were here. And you probably weren’t alone.

“Where are they?” he sighs, trying to check his anger. Probably doing a crappy job of it.

Silence.

“They’re on the balcony, right?”

More silence.

He starts toward the door but Bruce is getting up, nervously flicking his eyes from Steve to outside.

“Maybe you shouldn’t do this now. Haven’t you caused enough damage.”

Steve sighs, placing a shaky hand on his shoulder.

“Not here to fight Banner. I just need to talk to them. Desperately.”

Bruce looks over to Natasha who gives a slight nod and sighs,

“If you say so.”

“I know so.” He says confidently, walking to the door and whipping it open. Trying not to let the pain that’s crusting his heart encase him. He had seen you give hugs to most men in the tower. His colleagues were all attractive people, men and woman alike and he was more than happy to see when you broke down your walls to share a little bit of affection.

But when he saw you with Bucky – something else tore through him. A rage of jealousy and pain. Probably because like Natasha said, you both just fit together. Even standing there, your face tear stained as Bucky held you, lips pressed to your forehead, his left arm softly placed on your hip as his right arm drew you in, there was something beautiful about the two of you together. You were a handsome couple together. Moved almost symbiotically. If you fidgeted, Bucky was sure to respond the same seconds later and vice versa. When you had fought them days ago, he had stopped to watch you move with Bucky because it was like a perfectly choreographed dance. You could anticipate each other. When you guys walked down the halls together, your bodies barely touching, Bucky’s face relaxed and happy, a permanent smile on your lips, it made him want that. It was like a couple in the movies that you wanted to emulate in real life. Wanted to steal from in order to obtain that bit of happiness.

You were both made for each other and he had barreled into that, breaking what had lived. And now, because of that simple mistake, he was on the verge of losing both of you.

“Mind if we talk?” Steve asks once Bucky’s moved past him and you nod, turning your back to him.

He stands there, watching you. The way the wind whips against your body, the relaxed way your shoulders sit as you play with the coffee mug in your hand. You smelled like Bucky and yet there was still the faint smell of you – a faint mixture of flora, vanilla and musk wrapped in one. In so many ways you were beautiful, strong and confident. So much different from Sharon, from Wanda or even Natasha.

And he loved you just as much as Bucky did.

“Steve, you don’t have to stand there. You could join me over here.” Your voice cuts through his thoughts as you look back at him, a genial smile on your face as your eyes rake at him and he knows what he has to do. He should make this decision for you. You deserved to be happy. He knew your history. Knew of the people who abused you as a child. Forced you to become something you didn’t want to become. How your parents had chosen money over your livelihood. Why you had hardened your heart and become a killer. What it felt like to realize that killing wasn’t going to solve the problems in the world and why you choose to leave that life.

He knew it because you would tell him when life was too down on him and he felt like he could speak to no one else about it. Not even Bucky, Sam or even Sharon. He couldn’t let his friends carry the weight of his problems. Except when he spoke to you it didn’t feel like a weight, but a cloud taking the stress away. When you told him that you knew exactly what it felt like to wake up and realize you had become something else by man’s hand, how people tried to manipulate your humanity – that was when he fell in love. It had challenged something in him that no matter how many things he tried to fill in his heart, he would always be alone.

When he was with you he didn’t feel alone. He felt whole. Felt complete. Felt like he could continue his mission to help others who may not have the capacity to help themselves.

You gave him that. He wanted you all for himself because that was the gift you gave him. If losing you would mean that he had to lose that feeling then he was willing to sacrifice it. You deserved happiness. Bucky deserved happiness, even if he still wanted to punch him in his face.

You both were made for each other. He’s confident in that.

Except, when he nears you, that feeling of confidence dissipates. He stands near you and you automatically move closer to him, your arms brushing as you stand in silence. He had watched you and Bucky sit for hours in silence, typically Bucky’s head in your lap as you work steadily on your laptop on the couch, not saying a word and yet somehow knowing exactly what was going on each other’s head. It fascinated him, mainly because when he was with you in silence he was uneasy. Unsure. Felt like the scrawny 17-year-old kid in Brooklyn who couldn’t fight for himself but always had to because it was the right thing to do. So, he filled the silence up with stories or talking through missions or his insecurities and you would listen, that same soft smile on your face as you operated around him.

But it wasn’t like you and Bucky.

“When you get lost in your head Steve,” You nudge his shoulder, your warmth wrapping up in his own and he can’t help the ease that comes with it, “You tend to get yourself in trouble. What’s going on in there?”

Your voice is gentle, has a playful tone but he can sense the worry behind it.

“I don’t think we should be married anymore.”

You tense up but your head doesn’t shift. You just watch him, your eyes bearing into his own.

“Is that what you want?”

“Isn’t it what you want?”

You sigh, heavy and long as you turn back to the trees.

“Steve, I don’t know what I want anymore. I love you, I really do. I love this feeling when I’m around you. I like the calm, like that you can be open and engaged and for once not carry the world on your shoulders when we hang out….” Your quirk your head to the side, debating your next words.

“But….Bucky….he’s……he’s just….I just feel….”

You’re at a loss of words and for once he knows how to fill it in,

“You feel like your whole when you’re with him.”

You turn back to him and nod. He tries to fight the tears threatening to pour out.

“I know. You always have been.”

“But Steve, I like being married to you. I know, I know it hasn’t seemed like it but I was happy when I woke up next you. Well…..I was confused and in pain,” he chuckles a bit at that. “But I was happy. I liked that you would get up earlier just so you could run with me in the morning, loved that you took the time to make me meals, loved that you learned how to use a scanner for me.” You laugh and shake your head and he can’t help but join in.

“I liked all of that because it made me feel a certain way. You make me feel a certain way. You give me hope, you remind me that you can be broke and still be okay. And that’s why I don’t know what to do Steve, because that was the feeling only Bucky had pulled out of me. I feel vulnerable, exposed. I feel like we woke up in Vegas and there’s this huge ripple effect that just keeps going and I want it to end for our sanity. We can’t keep doing this.”

The tears are coming back. He has never seen you so emotional about anything, trained to tame that emotion and his heart breaks. Because if he had just pushed you away that night three weeks ago, pushed you into the arms of Bucky, this would be a different story. You’d probably still be snuggled in bed with Bucky, both of you in happy bliss, finally saying everything what the world knew.

Three weeks ago, Bucky had finally caved in and admitted to him and Sam how he felt. Even after getting drunk on Asgardian ale, he denied his feelings. But something happened three weeks ago and he wanted the world to – the world being Sam and Steve.  Steve figured he couldn’t help it - had never seen Bucky so in love. He knew Bucky tried to wipe it away by sleeping with women, trying to paint your relationship black so you would hate him and go to Steve. Knew that he didn’t think he was good enough for you, that he would somehow tarnish you... But every time he tried that, he always ended back at square one.

Utterly in love with you.

Despite being wrapped up in your spell, despite the heavy feeling in his heart, Steve knows that he’ll find love again. It may not be as strong as it is with you, may not be as pure and natural. But it will come for him. He’s not sure if Bucky will ever find someone who will love him as much as you do. Not because he couldn’t. He could find someone yesterday.

Because he knew, like you both knew, that you were Bucky’s soulmate.

“Let’s go through with the divorce. Then you can….Bucky and you….”

Your eyes furrow together and you place your hand over his own and it’s like electricity is zapped through it.

Why does love hurt so much?

“You don’t want a divorce Steve.”

“I want my wife to be happy. I want to be able to talk to my best friend again. If this is the price then so be it.”

You watch him carefully for a minute, before you lean in and kiss him. And then he’s gone. Kissing you was like feeling at home again. Reminded him of laying out in the sun, or cuddling next to someone you love. Peaceful and right.

He can’t help but to deepen it, his hands getting caught in your hair as his tongue and teeth clash with yours and you moan, pulling away minutes later, resting your head on his forehead in shallow breaths.

“You’re so dangerous to love Steve. Dangerous because you’re also so right for me in all the wrong ways.”

You push off of the railing, placing a hand on his shoulder.

“Let me think about a divorce okay. Give me a week.”

And then you’re gone, leaving him with the more questions then he came with.