#no gunshots are gonna take me out like they did my mutual

[transgender-catboy]

I woke up again...

It's 4:50am, you get a groggy tag ramble while I try to pass out again

Uh. Tags are waayy more intense than usual. Sorry folks! (Like. Seriously, they're bad, look away)

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NO TIME TO WASTE: EDDIE DIAZ X BLACK PLUS SIZE READER

SUMMARY: You had been Christopher's babysitter for the past three years, you fell in love with Eddie almost instantly and the feelings were mutual but the two of you didn't act on it trying to keep your relationship professional. When a robbery gone wrong nearly costs you your life he knows he has confess.

Warning: Mentions of shooting, beating, multiple injuries such as a gunshot wound and broken ribs, mentions of shock and guilt. I promise there’s a happy ending!

“Wait isn’t that…”

"My place." Eddie finished, a chill washing over him.

There were reports of a robbery at his house and the police requested that paramedics be on the scene with them, just in case.

The fire truck came to a stop and Eddie practically flew out of it. Barging through his front door, running through his house like a mad man, Buck not too far behind him.

He fell to his knees once he reached the living room, pure panic filling him.

"Y/n? Y/n! stay with me, stay with me please." He cried putting pressure on the gunshot wound near your chest.

You were unconscious, breathing shallow and there were bruises all over your face, one eye already turning a deep shade of purple.

"Are you okay? what happened?" He looked over at Christopher who was just as distraught as him.

"He shot her, he shot her!" The boy weeped, body shaking rapidly.

Buck wasted no time scooping him into his arms and carrying him away from the scene.

"Christopher, christopher get out of here, before he comes back." You mumbled incoherently as you came to.

"What the hell are you guys doing?! Get a gurney in here!" Eddie yelled looking around wildly.

"Eddie you have to step back so we can help her." Hen spoke gently behind him.

He stood on shakey legs, stepping back allowing Hen and Chimney to work on you.

He sped out of the door, taking Christopher from Bucks arms.

"Thank god you're okay." He kissed the boy’s head repeatedly, breathing heavily.

"She was trying to stop him and he beat her up dad, he just kept hitting her and hitting her." Chris spoke quietly in a state of shock.

Eddie and Buck shared a look of horror.

"He tried to hurt me but y/n stopped him... is y/n gonna die because of me?" He looked up at his father, eyes wide.

"Hey no, no buddy she's not gonna die, and it's not your fault okay? It's not your fault." Eddie sobbed holding the boy to his chest.

At the hospital

Eddie paced near the front desk, anxiously waiting to hear something, anything from the doctor about your condition.

"Eddie you need to sit down and try to breathe, it won't do you any good if you have a panic attack." Bobby placed a hand on his shoulder.

"How could i not? Someone broke into our house, tried to hurt my kid, beat y/n to a pulp and shot her!" He began to shake.

Bobby led him to a seat, Hen not far behind them doing her best to get him to calm down.

"Mr Diaz?" A doctor came over.

"Yes? Is she alright?" He stood. 

"Luckily the bullet went straight through, just barely missing her heart. She's got a couple broken ribs, a few bruises and a sprained ankle but other than that she'll be fine." The doctor said.

"Is she awake? Can we see her?" Bobby asked.

"Yes." The doctor nodded before walking off.

Eddie scooped up Christopher and rushed toward your room, the rest of the team following.

"Hi." You smiled weakly at everyone.

"Y/n i'm sorry." Christopher frowned walking toward your bed side.

"Sorry for what?" You asked frowning.

"This is all my fault." He began to cry.

"Hey don't say that." You did your best to sit up, wincing.

"You didn't do anything wrong, so don't go blaming yourself kid. I love you, and it's my job to protect you, i wasn't gonna let him hurt you, i'll never let anyone hurt you." You grabbed his hand.

"I'll take a thousand bullets to keep you safe, got that? Plus i'm still alive right? I got a cool story to tell now." You pinched his cheeks getting a giggle out of him.

"There's that smile, now no more tears." You wiped his face.

Everyone smiled at the sight before stepping out to give the three of you some room.

"You scared me." Eddie grabbed your hand kissing your knuckles lightly.

"Sorry." You sighed.

"You have nothing to apologize for, i was just so worried that.." He breathed shakily.

"Hey, i'm not going anywhere anytime soon. You're not gonna lose me." You stroked his cheek.

"You better not, i don't know what i'd do without the woman that i love beside me." He looked at you.

"Woman that you love?" You looked at him in surprise.

"Yes, i'm in love with you y/n and i'm tired of suppressing it. I wouldn’t know what to do without you or Christopher." He confessed.

"I'm in love with you too Eddie, and you won’t ever have to worry about any of that because like i said i’m not going anywhere and neither is Christopher.” You looked at him tenderly.

He leaned forward, capturing your lips in a gentle kiss.

"Heyyy i'm still here." Christopher groaned.

"Sorry bud." Eddie chuckled ruffling his hair.

Time skip.

A few days went by and you were finally able to check out of the hospital, you weren't completely healed but were well enough to be let go.

Athena and Bobby insisted that you Eddie and Christopher stay at their place for the time being, the guy had been caught but you could never be too safe, plus they had figured the three of you wouldn’t want to go back there so soon considering everything that happened.

They were throwing a party at the firehouse today to celebrate Maddie and Chimney's first wedding anniversary and you insisted on going.

It took a lot of convincing to get Athena to budge, she could be quite stubborn but she eventually gave in getting you and Christopher into the car and heading off.

She handed you your crutches as you hopped out of the car.

The three of you walked in Buck instantly grabbing Christopher, a bright smile on his face.

"What are you doing here you're supposed to be resting." Eddie frowned guiding you to a chair.

"Eddie if i spent another minute at the house i was gonna go insane." You huffed.

"I'm sorry baby i'm just worried." He pecked your cheek.

"I'm fine, doctor says i can get the cast taken off in a few more days so i'll be able to walk again, and my ribs don't even hurt that badly anymore." You explained.

"That's great." He smiled kissing you sweetly.

You melted grabbing onto the collar of his shirt.

"Ugh get a room." Chimney joked.

You both just laughed happy to finally be in each other's arms.

A/N - Had this idea written down for a couple days and i just got around to finishing it. I’ve been obsessed with Eddie lately. 🌻

[jjxkiaraxpopexcleoxjohnbxsarah]

A little bit about me- I'm Malika,She/her,I like to write and make gifs. I am just a young OBX girl who loves Teen Wolf among other things. I am always open to have a convo but if ur male then DNI cos online safety ppl, but no seriously just DNI. Here are all my OBX stories, I hope y'all enjoy them If the title has a 💗 next to it then that means it is completed. Home is You: WRITTEN BY ME AND MY BESTIE @lis4ux "We can't leave him alone," Kiara says, clear worry in her voice. "What?" Pope asks, confused at the topic of conversation. "JJ," she clarifies. "He can't be alone." "Why?" Kiara scoffs. "Because he's in total self-destruction mode," she explains, like that wasn't already obvious

Pogues for Life💗:

Because JJ's gonna be okay and that means John B will be fine too.They don't know yet about the new set of obstacles and challenges that await them, the new enemies the new gold.For now, they are just two boys, holding each other, watching a movie, being Pogues for life.

The Lost Tides Of Kitty Hawk:

What if the roles were reversed? What if instead of kidnapping Kiara, JJ was taken away What will the Pogues do and will Kiara do what JJ did for her?

Warmth in every hug💗:

Each time a Pogue hugged JJ and 1 time they gave him a group hug(requested)

I can't lose you💗:

"How'd you like havin' a gun pulled on you?" JJ said, jabbing his finger on John B's chest. "He had it right here on you, bro."John B gently wraps his fingers around JJ's wrist and says, "Relax."And that's the final straw because the next thing he knows,JJ is crumbling into John B, crying his heart out.

Hold me in your arms💗:

"I can’t lose him, Kie” Kiara looks up at John B and gives a small empathetic smile. “You won’t, no, we won’t”

I wasn't hurt that badly💗:

about JJ at the HOSPITAL

We can't leave JB💗:

Basically the scene from s3 e2 when Pope and Kiara argue with JJ about leaving John B but more detailed

Don't Leave, Just Don't leave me💗:

“Don’t you wanna eat Jajge?"Pope starts as he looks at the Maybank boy.JJ looks defeated,like all the fight has left him and the usual energy that comes with him is not in sight."not hungry”

I think… I love you, so don't leave me💗:

“Go to the chateau"Sarah says- it’s only now Pope realises that she’s practically taken the role of leadership in the last 30 minutes."But JJ needs a hospital not a-”Sarah cuts Topper off,“Chateau now”The drive there is silent apart from Kiara’s sobs.

If only you'd know💗:

He could see Pope sitting alone on the rocks near the shore.John B felt a bit guilty, he was Pope's friend too.But Pope had hurt JJ. His JJ.

Lost in My Past💗:

Not real not real not real-JJ gasps for air as he tugs on his hair-His dad's angry shouts merge with the gunshots.

Gone(But Not Forever):

Starts from s1 ep10 my take on things Some chapters involve Panic attacks, mentions of child abuse John b and Sarah are gone Not dead. Gone A big difference Because they can't be dead they just can't

i may have lost my mind without you💗:

basically i loved pioneer7's fic and i wanted to write a chapter about how the others take care of jj whilst kie was also in the hospital

Header made by an ex-mutual of mine as a gift for me when we were friends- Can't tag her cos she blocked me

[daryldixonfanfiction]

What you fight for! pt.9 - RUN!

Masterlist

summary: Escaping the city seems all too good to be true until they stumble upon a horde of walkers.

Warnings: protective!Daryl, sniper!Daryl, walkers and a lot of them, unaliving, close call, fluff, mutual pining, age gap, unrequited love, angst, child's death, suicide.

wc:3.6k

Making it safely past the guards without getting notice they continue onwards. Walking down the residential area Daryl keeps a watchful eye, never letting down his guard. Maybe it was ingrained in him, he was never the one to relax. And Henry never shutting his mouth like they weren’t still in danger only made him feel annoyed and he was agitated about keeping Julia safe, he always was.

“Why can’t we use flashlights?” Sam askes and Henry answers, “Daryl doesn't want us to draw attention.” “But no one is here.” “No, no one is here. No one’s gonna be here because my plan worked.”

“So much goddamn talkin’,” Daryl sighs, annoyed as always. Julia stifles a laugh.

“I’m just saying…I delivered,” Henry insists. “Make this right, go down the street, embankment behind the last house…and we’re free as a bird.”

They turn the corner. The sight of a fence holding a huge herd of walkers behind the houses caught his eye and Daryl hushed them into silence. The herd was big enough to take down the fence and if the dead took a whiff off there sent it would be game over. Daryl hurried them onwards and just when he looked back to Julia a gunshot almost hit her.

“Move, move!” Daryl ushers them behind a car. 

“The fuck is that comin’ from?” Henry whispered, holding his little brother close.

“Shut up,” Daryl hushed him. Pearing behind the car bumper he sees a muffle flash from a distance. It was coming from a second story window across the road. In fear and panic Henry takes Sam's hand and runs,

“What are you doing?!” Daryl questions.

“Getting the fuck out of here!” Henry said. A bullet barely misses them, making Henry return just as fast and he asks, fear lased in his voice,

“What do we do?” 

Daryl peers behind the car again, the sniper shoots another shot, clearly wanting to kill them. He leans his back against the car and sighs,

“All right. Stay here?”

“What?” Julia says panicked. Her hand fisting the fabric on his arm. Clearly scared for him to leave. And he new the only way this would work was for her to be on board,

“If you don’t move, he’s not gonna hit you. I’m gonna go around, try to get in the house through the back and I’ll take him out.”

“But if you go out there, he's gonna kill you.”

“It’s dark, and he has shit ame.” Daryl shakes his head. “Nobody's gonna kill me.”

“Then he's gonna kill us.” Julia insists.

Daryl stared down at her. Her brown eyes were practically begging him, his stomach did a flip. Her looking at him like that was similar to how she had looked at him underneath him. And it was hard to deny her. But this was how they made it out alive. And Daryl questions,

“Do you trust me?”

There was no beat of a moment, no hesitation - and she said,

“With my life.”

Daryl was struck by her answer to his very soul. How could she trust him so completely? And he could only feel more undeserving of her trust, but it was good enough. 

He nods and crawls to the front of the car, then runs to another car across the street, as the sniper takes shots at him but misses each time. He keeps running and makes it behind a fence, brushing away tree branches as he ushers true woodland. Coming up to the house he runs around it, then pauses when he sees the bridge in the distance Henry told him about. 

They were so close to getting out he could almost taste it. 

He then moves quietly inside the house by the back door. Floorboards creak under his feet with every step he takes. Holding his crossbow ready and aimed forward, he sports the staircase leading up to the upper level and begins climbing it with his back to the wall. He can hear the shots coming from above and stops, eyeing the upper level. Daryl creeps up to a room, the door is ajar. Light shines true onto his face as he shuffles closer. Narrowing his eyes he approaches. An old man with wavy gray hair holds a rifle. The man turns to him from where he sits on a chair by the window and looks at him. Daryl orders with his crossbow pointed at him,

“Put the gun down, slide it over to me, and then stay up here for another hour.”

The old man looked away and Daryl felt the pit of his stomach sink, because he knew what he had to do if the man didn't comply. “That’s all you have to do.” 

The old man tilts his head back in his direction, “Please don’t do it. Please." Daryl tried.

But the old man grabs his gun and moves to point it at him - and in that same second Daryl automatically fiers a bolt, sending the man limp to the floor. For a moment he wonderd if the man did so in knowing how it would end as he never seemed scared - but it was done and there was no taking it back.  

Daryl didn't like killing and he had taken pity on him as he was clearly very old, probably half blind by his bad aime. Retrieving the bolt he then puts his crossbow on his back to pick up the man's rifle off the floor. But just when he walks to the window the static coming from a walkie-talkie breaks the silence. 

Then. 

“ANTONY? ANTHONY? ANTHONY HOLD THEM WHERE THEY ARE. WE’RE ALMOST THERE.” A woman's voice specs over the static,

Fuck.

The fucking killing party that had ambushed them from before had found them. Daryl looked to the window and to his horror approaching headlights down the street were coming in fast, right towards where Julia and the others were hiding. Daryl yells as loud he can from the open window,

“RUN!! RUN!! RUUUUN!!!

Daryl looks true the scoop and he sees Julia and the others looking back to the incoming vehicles before they make a run for it. A large truck with a huge plow spray painted RUN on the front drives straight into cars, clearing the road like a bulldozer. He could feel himself begin to shake, the heart pounding feeling of fear breaks a cold sweat on his back, making his fingers slippery. But he couldn't let the fear consume him, he had to focus. All he let himself think of ways of protecting her.

Daryl uses the rifle to shoot at the truck and the approaching cars, acting as their sniper. Julia, Henry and Sam run for their lives, but on their feet they were no match for the fast approaching vehicles. Julia uses her gun to shoot behind her until she runs out of bullets. Just when the truck was right behind her Daryl takes one deep breath as he aims and hits the driver of the truck just as Julia trips over herself. It wears off the road and crashes into the tall fence. Hundreds of walkers could be heard from the fence pushing up against it.

Many more vehicles pull up and park as Julia is left on the ground, staring at the scene behind her, she gets up and escapes just before the crashed truck catches on fire and explodes behind her. Julia falls to the ground again and Daryl finds it hard to see her clearly. The dense smoke covers the area and burning rubell liters ground casting an orange hue over the street. Then he sees Henry run up to Julia and usher her away behind a car where they hide as armed people pore out of the cars. Four men begin to advance the house at the leader's orders as others stand guard towards the fence where walkers could be heard groening and pushing at the fence.

Daryl is quick to lean his back against the wall and reloads the rifle - then the women's voice he recognises from the walkie-talkie begins, Daryl listens from the window,

“Dead end guys. Gonna step on out? Save us some time?” Onely silence followed, the leader continued. “No? That’s all right. Doesn't matter.”

“I’ll come out!” Henry suddenly spoke up. “Just let my brother and the girl go!”

“No,” the leader answered monotonically. “Sorry. The girl is with the man who killed Bryan. And your brother…Well, he's with you.”

“You don’t understand!” Henry pleads.

“But I do,” the female leader insists. “I know why you did what you did. But that doesn't make it right. My people want justice, and that’s what’s gonna happen.”

“Hes just a fucking kid!” Henry pleads again, clearly scared for his brother.

“Well, kids die. They die all the time. You think the whole world revolves around him? That he's worth…everything? Well, this is what happens when you fuck with us. You all are going to have to pay the price.”

Then, Daryl ses Henry stand with his hands up, Julia and Sam still hiding behind the car. He steps forward and stares at the leader and that’s when Daryl knew for sure that he was one of the good people. He wasn't only protecting his brother, he was protecting her too.

The woman shrugs and tilt’s her head, “It ends the way it ends,” she said, holding Henry at gunpoint.

Daryl held his breath knowing for what was coming - but it never happened. 

Horrifying screams from the men by the fence could be heard true the dense smoke. Everyone's attention turns to the sound of the dead and to their horror, a herd of hundreds of walkers were hedging straight for them. 

Chaos erupts as everyone begins to fire towards the horde but the dead are too many, overpowering them. Henry runs back to Sam and Julia as the infected attack the people. A walker sneaks behind the car and Daryl shoots it from his lookout. He sees them make a run for it and shoots down the infected after them. A walker gets a hold of Julia, he shoots it down instantly. She begins to army crawl towards a vehicle, Daryl tracks her movements and continues shooting walkers that get in her way. Julia then stands and runs towards the car, its back window is broken open and she sliders true to the tiny opening inside. Daryl shoots a walker clawing at the window and he sees her thinking in there and all he wanted was for her to get out of there and get her to safety. He would never forgive himself if anything happened to her. 

Julia may be immune but she wasn't immune to being eaten alive.

Another Walker claws at the window, and to its horror it begins to open the dore, something he had never seen or knew a walker could do.

He begins to frantically shoot to warn Julia of the incoming threat, and never before had he felt so powerless. When the walker got inside the car it felt like the longest seconds of his life. There was nothing he could do then believe she could get out of this situation herself. It almost felt like he couldn't breathe, the fear of losing her felt overbearingly overwhelming. But then he could see her head moving about in the car and she had crawled her way to the front, making her way out and trapped the walker inside the car. Julia sits on the ground, Daryl sees her scanning the chaos before her, spotting Henry and Sam hiding under a car as two walkers try to get to them. Then she looks up at him as if knowing he would have her back in what she was about to do. Julia sprints towards them and doges, infected as Daryl shots them down. A car ramming true walkers almost hits her but she keeps going towards where Henry and Sam are kicking at the walkers clawing at them. Julia reaches them and takes down a walker, driving her knife into its head then moves to the other, Daryl shoots it down before she could take it out. Julia helps Henry and Sam up and they run towards the house he's in. 

Daryl takes it as his time to exit the house. Running towards the way he knew Henry would lead them towards the bridge. 

“STOP!” the female leader shouts, holding the tree of them at gunpoint up ahead.

Daryl runs even faster - than out of the darkness a walker sneaks behind the woman and before she could shoot it bites into her neck. She is being devoured on the ground when he finally makes it to them.

Seeing Daryl right there before her, Julia felt relief flooding in. She wanted to cry, leep into the safety of his big arms and stay there forever - but there was no place for such a thing. A silent thank you echoes in her mind as he takes a firm hold of her hand, clearly not wanting to be separated again, and neither does she. A silent reinsurance of ‘I got you’ - and Julia returns it just the same.

“This way now!” Daryl orders urgently, “Move!”

And they run away from the chaotic scene between the people and the horde of walkers.

Making it safely over the bridge they take shelter in the unbounded military radio station outside the city. And to their disappointment there were no survivors from the fireflies there, but at least some food. They agreed on heading west to Wyoming together in the morning.

Daryl and Henry keps watch in the main room as Julia lets Sam look at her drawings in her diary, a distraction from the horror the kid had just been true. The soft glow of the lantern and Julia's motherly voice coming from the twin bedroom offers a calmness only she could provide. 

He found her selfless in that way. Being able to put behind one selves needs for someone else. Like she did for Sam. Then as it was late Henry insisted for his little brother to go to bed and he did as he was told. But it didn't take long before the kid came out of the bedroom asking for Julia to tuck him in instead of his brother. The kid clearly took a liking to her and Daryl knew it had to do with what Henry had told him.

Julia followed the kid inside and she could be heard speaking were softly, and very much so the only thing he heard was her saying,

“Go to sleep now. I will be right here when you wake up.”

“Promis?” Same asked and Julia answered reassuringly, “I promise.”

“Julia?”

Julia hummed in acknowledgment and Sam said with his little voice, “Can you sing me goodnight? Mommy always did.”

“ofcourse, what songs did she sing?”

“I don’t remember.”

“That’s okay."

Soothing melodies of her lullaby fill the room. It felt so calming all the men could do was to stop and listen. Her voice sounded almost religious. Angelike. She was the universe singing to it’s own song. It sounds like life falling in love with being alive. A reminder that life could still be beautiful in an ugly world. And he realized that it was moments like these that gave a reason to keep fighting. And he wowed he would do whatever it takes to keep it so.

Daryl moved to the bedroom, admiring from the dore and washes her soothingly smooth back the kids hair. Daryl sees how Sam melts into her touch and how his eyes begin to become heavy, fluttering close into the world of dreams. And when he falls asleep Daryl steps inside. 

“You should get some sleep,” Daryl said softly 

Julia hums and moves a piece of hair from Sam’s face. His eyes studies her, and he asked,

“You okay?"

Julias hand on Sam's face stills for a second - but then, 

"He's scared.”

Daryl steps closer, standing behind her where she's sitting on the shear by the bead. He studies her side profile and her soft features in the dim glow. Then followed where her hand moved, her thumb making soothing circles on Sam's hand. 

“You think he will be okay?” He asked.

“I hope so,” she answered softly and he could see the exhaustion under her eyes. “I promised him I would be here when he wakes up.”

Daryl hums in understanding, knowing she wouldn't leave the kids' side, he moves and grabs a blanket off the other bed and without a word he drops it over her shoulders, a silent act of kindness. He's met with her sweet smile and her kind eyes. A wordless thank you that made his heart pound and his stomach swirl with butterflies. He wanted so badly to confess to his feelings, but instead he stepped closer, tilting her chin up like he had done before and asked one more time,

“You sure you’re alright?”

Julia nods, looking true her eyelashes straight into his blue ones. It was dangerous. He shouldn't be this close, feel this comfortable with someone he could never have. The way she looks up at him with those brown eyes, reminds him of how she had looked knelt between his knees all those knights ago. Fuck. Why couldn't he control his mind? He had to stop before it was too late... And he did so, reluctantly removing his hand from her chin. And he didn't miss how she closed her eyes as if she didn't  want him to let go. But he knew it to be his imagination playing tricks on him, making him see things that weren't there.

Softly Daryl closed the bedroom door, going back to keeping wash with Henry in the main room and kept watch as long as his body would let him, because just like Julia he was completely exhausted.

Daryl flinches awake as Julia and Sam spill out of the beedrome. He was disoriented by the sudan comotion and Julia’s terrified screams for help, but then he jumped into action realizing Sam must have turned into a walker.

Julia and Sam struggle on the floor, she is being pinned down, Daryl doesn't hesitate to lunch for the gun on the floor, but Henry snages it before he can reach it,

“Nope, nope, nope.” Henry warns, keeping the gun pointed at him.

“Daryl!” Julia screams on the floor.

Daryl was panicking inside. Eny second and the kid would rip her into pieces.

Daryl reaches for his weapon but Henry fiers at his feet, stopping him. Julia screams for him over and over and he didn't care anymore, her life was far more important than his. Then, Henry spins around and shoots his brother and Sam’s body falls off Julia and lays limp on the floor, blood starts to seep out from the body. Henry Stads frozen and Julia sits up disheveled.

“Julia. Are you okay?" Daryl asks, breathing heavy.

Slowly Julia turns and looks at him, clearly shaken by what had happened. He steps forward but Henry points the gun at him. Daryl puts his hands up, and moves very carefully towards Henry who was in both shock and disbelief after having to shoot his own brother. Daryl begins calmy, 

“Easy, easy, easy,” Henry’s hold on the gun becomes unsteady, Daryl tries to calm him before he does something stupid. “Henry, gimme the gun. Henry, gimme the gun.”

“What did I do?” Henry said in disbelief.

“Shh,” Daryl calms.”

“What did I do? What-what-,” he stutters. “-what did I do?” He looks at his brother with tears in his eyes, becoming pale, looking like he wanted to throw up. “Sam…” his voice broke, but there was no answer.

“Henry, gimme the gun. Gimme the gun.” Daryl motions for the weapon.

And for a second it seemed like Henry came to his senses - but he saw the shift behind his eyes and his stomach sank. Henry points the gun to his own head and to his horror pulls the trigger.

“Henry, no!” Daryl shouts, but it was too late.

Henry's lifeless body collapses to the floor. Julia stares with watery eyes, completely distraught of seeing two people dying right before her eyes.

He had never seen her so broken.

He didn't know what to do, or what the right thing to say was. Neither did he understand how it all had gone so wrong, so terribly wrong when it had just seemed to look up finding Henry and Sam. Julia was like a doll, unmoving and emotions less. She looked so small, so fragile on the floor - just blankly staring into nothing.

Daryl kneels before her, trying to get her attention and even though her eyes were looking into his, she was somewhere else. As if she had removed herself from the present  in order to cope.

-

He knew Sam meant alot to her so he buried them outside in the yard with two merkershift crosses on each grave. Just when he finished evening out the dirt on top with a shovel, Julia for the first time sins Henry opted out hours ago moved on her own, walking up to him with both of their stuff.

With a somber expression Julia leaves her bracelets on Sam's grave, and he washes her in silence as she does so. The midday sky was clear, the sun shining down on them and he didn't exactly know how he was going to get her to Wyoming, six states away across the country, but he knew they would probably be walking. 

He puts down the shovel wis his pac now on, then looks at her there still sitting down by the grave,

“Julia.” Daryl said softly. “We should go.” And he reaches his hand out, Julia looks at him and he encourages. “Comon.” And she takes it.

Pt.10 masterlist

[rosesradio]

may i ask why ppl hate caleo so much? I'm reading ToA rn so idk if it's based on stuff that happens there, but in HoO I didn't really catch anything that would make it this "don't touch with a ten foot pole" ship, yk?

/gen

Hi !! Thanks for sending this in. I feel like I and others have kinda gone through some things in the anti-caleo tag, but I'm gonna go through some of the reasons with as much textual evidence and objectivity as possible. (minus my inevitable unorganized rambles, they're contextually relevant, stop looking at me--)

That being said, this is completely a matter of opinion, as all shipping is. I don't mean to say that you are "allowed" to ship or that you're "stupid" for shipping xyz, I couldn't care less what you ship--let's all just be nice to each other.

That being said, let's start with the two most common reasons why most people dislike caleo:

1.) the age gap

2.) their "bickering to lovers" dynamic is not written well/they seem to dislike each other/etc

The easier one to start with would be the age gap. Now (warnings for rent-lowering gunshots around my blog), I meant what I said when I said I don't care about ships. Most of my beloved mutuals ship the nastiest shit imaginable, and I am very anti-censorship (but that's several other posts). I generally have preferences for healthy ships when it comes to a Fluffy Endgame (dark fics with toxic ships are different to me).

That being said, I don't typically enjoy ships with a large age gap, and most other people find them unappealing as well. I could be persuaded with some (nipollo and rachel/apollo, i'm looking at you), but caleo just kinda grosses me out in this regard, probably due to other aspects of their relationship.

(Some people say she's "mentally fifteen", but I don't really buy that--if she were like a faerie or something, maybe, but I see her more as Edward in Twilight--looks young but has wisdom beyond her years. There's no definitive answer on this so it's not something I would like to debate (none of this is lol) but I thought I would mention it anyways.)

Although your question is about ToA, I'm only going to cover HoH through the first ToA book, because I'm still reading through the ToA books (though I know the big spoilers). I know caleo takes on a bigger role in the second book so i might come back and do a part two to uh...complain about their dynamic more? lol

so, without further ado--

The House of Hades

So, this is the first impression we get of Calypso from Leo's perspective--the highlights to keep this from being 1 million years long (it still will be lol)--

"She looked maybe fifteen, about Leo's age, and, sure, she was pretty; but with that angry expression on herface she reminded Leo of every popular girl in every school he'd ever attended—the ones who made fun of him, gossiped a lot, thought they were so superior, and basically did everything they could tomake his life miserable.Leo disliked her instantly.

---

The girl clenched her fists. Leo was pretty sure she was going to march down the crater and punch him in the face.

---

"Show yourself!" the girl yelled at the sky, completely ignoring Leo. "It's not bad enough I am exiled? It's not bad enough you take away the few good heroes I'm allowed to meet? You think it's funny to send me this—this charbroiled runt of a boy to ruin my tranquility? This is NOT FUNNY! Take him back!""

--pg 213 of The House of Hades pdf.

Now, keeping in mind that I read this for the first time at 13 and he was my book boyfriend (Or Whatever), I was not a fan of this, but even now that I've grown out of that, this still rings unfavorable to me.

He compares her to his bullies, the ones who made fun of him and created insecurities within him. And, making no effort to clear her name from this association, what is one of the first things she does? Screams at the gods for sending someone so conventionally unattractive. One of Leo's biggest insecurities in the books is not being as conventionally attractive or built as the other guys in the seven. One of his other insecurities is not having a girlfriend when everyone else is coupled up. So the solution is not to have him learn self-love and/or the love of friends, but to instead give him a girlfriend--the build-up time of which is short and intense. Not only that, but his love interest insults one of his biggest insecurities.

We're off to a great start.

Of course, I can't really blame Calypso for being pissed about the wreckage and about being sent another hero instead of being freed from the island. I would be pretty pissed, too, but she still treats him pretty badly, seemingly because he's not the "right" hero.

(For this next bit I am going through their time together in House of Hades and just noting anything that rings as a red flag to me--which is not a stretch as it's pretty much every other line lol. The brackets [] add context for dialogue, the parentheses () is my commentary, though most of these speak for themselves imo)

""Oh-gee-gee-ah." The girl pronounced it slowly, as if Leo were five years old.

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She looked like she was about to answer but stopped herself. "It doesn't matter. You'll be gone soon. You're obviously a mistake."

That was harsh, Leo thought.He'd spent enough time thinking he was a mistake—as a demigod, on this quest, in life in general. He didn't need a random crazy goddess reinforcing the idea

---

"What am I supposed to do, then? Sit in the sand dunes until I die?" [Leo asked]

"That would be fine...." The girl threw down her trowel and cursed at the sky. "Except I suppose he can't die here, can he? Zeus! This is not funny!"

---

She looked the same age as him, but he wondered how old she really was. (age gap thing, delicious!)

---

"Would you be sweet," [Calypso said], "if they laughed at you by sending another hero, but a hero who looked like—like you?"

---

"Three thousand." Leo's mouth felt tingly, like he'd just eaten Pop Rocks. "Uh, you look good for three thousand."

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"And now...the worst insult of all. The gods mock me by sending you." [Calypso said]

Anger bubbled in Leo's stomach.Yeah, typical. If Jason were here, Calypso would fall all over him. She'd beg him to stay, but he'd be all noble about returning to his duties, and he'd leave Calypso brokenhearted. That magic raft would totally arrive for him. (heartbreaking to hear about leo's insecurities but also...he is so gay for jason jdskjfs--)

But Leo? He was the annoying guest she couldn't get rid of. She'd never fall for him, because she was totally out of his league.

---

Despite the gifts, Calypso obviously didn't want to see him. One time he poked his head inside the cave and she freaked out, yelling and throwing pots at his head. (how to treat an abuse survivor 101)

Yeah, she was definitely on Team Leo. (this honestly just reminds me of the Echo scene and, honestly, I'd ship him with Echo Big Time over calypso)

He ended up pitching a more permanent camp near the footpath, where the beach met the hills.That way he was close enough to pick up his meals, but Calypso didn't have to see him and go into a pot-throwing rage.

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"They are completely fireproof," Calypso promised. "They'll stay clean and expand to fit you,should you ever become less scrawny." (the prev part about her repairing the clothes was actually sweet in a platonic way...could have gone without the body-shaming !)

---

Then he remembered that this annoying fifteen-year-old girl was actually the immortal daughter of a Titan."

--pages 214-227 of The House of Hades pdf

Now, at this point I'll say that their relationship actually becomes quite sweet once they get past the frankly horrible section of time where they want each other to die. They're both lonely, they come to some understanding...I suppose this is a matter of opinion, but the romance aspect does feel forced. Time is different in Ogygia so it's hard to say how long Leo was there, if I were to estimate I'd say 3 weeks, but given that it's like 19 pages (and the text is larger on the pdf copy lol), it does feel rushed. Man do I wish they went for the platonic angle, but Richard could never.

The Blood of Olympus

Everyone's favorite book! lmao.

Now that our lovebirds are in Lovebird Territory (i guess), the amount of toxicity dwindles, but let's bite:

"'Sit tight, Sunshine,' he told Calypso's picture. 'I'll get back to you, just like I promised.'

Leo could imagine her response: 'I am not waiting for you, Leo Valdez. I am not in love with you.And I certainly don't believe your foolish promises!' The thought made him smile. (I guess this is supposed to be sarcastic, but way to reintroduce the concept of her really not liking him?)"

--pg 64 of The Blood of Olympus pdf

So, most of this book has mentions of Calypso from Leo's pov, and I gotta say (forgetting entirely that this doc is supposed to at least try to be subjective)...they neutered my boy. I often don't reread past MoA because of the caleo content, though what glimpses I've seen shows that his pov has experienced a massive shift. I think having so little page time and such an intense relationship buildup causes some readers to dislike how fundamentally she alters Leo's pov.

Additionally, I've seen some posts about Leo's suicide ideation. That is not something I want to go in depth about on this post, but I did want to draw attention to this excerpt I caught:

"Now the Argo II was approaching the end of its voyage. Leo's whole life – his childhood with Tía Callida; his mother's death in that warehouse fire; his years as a foster kid; his months at Camp Half-Blood with Jason and Piper – all of it would culminate tomorrow morning in one final battle.

He opened the access panel. Festus's voice creaked over the intercom.

'Yeah, buddy,' Leo agreed. 'It's time.'

More creaking.

'I know,' Leo said. 'Together till the end?'

Festus squeaked affirmatively.

Leo checked the ancient bronze astrolabe, which was now fitted with the crystal from Ogygia. Leo could only hope it would work.

'I will get back to you, Calypso,' he muttered. 'I promised on the River Styx.'

He flipped a switch and brought the navigation device online. He set the timer for twenty-four hours.

Finally he opened the engine's ventilator line and pushed inside the vial of the physician's cure. It disappeared into the veins of the ship with a decisive thunk.

'Too late to turn back now,' Leo said.

He curled on the floor and closed his eyes, determined to enjoy the familiar hum of the engine for one last night."

--pg 224 of The Blood of Olympus pdf

I'm not going to draw any definitive conclusions on the subtext of this or his plan with the physician's cure, but I will say Leo definitely needs therapy and the support of his friends over his want of a girlfriend. (And I'd say this regardless of ships--even if it were my beloved valdangelo. If Leo's mental health isn't addressed, it just makes it seem like a lazy fix-all)

I'm not going to pretend to be the best writer or understand character arcs better than our good friend Richard, but I think one of the reasons why Leo's character arc failed in this final installment is that Leo got what he wanted instead of what he needed. The best character arcs will display what a character wants, but by the end of the journey, a character will realize what they really need.

For example, in Gravity Falls (great show btw), towards the end of the series, Mabel wants to stay in a magical bubble created as a trick by Bill Cipher so she can stay in Gravity Falls forever. In the end, however, she realizes that what she really needs is to go back home to California with her brother, where they can get through high school with the support of each other.

If Leo had undergone an arc in which he really wants a girlfriend, but later realizes he needs to love himself first, that would have been really great and nice for kids to see that they don't need a significant other to make them whole.

Additionally--surprisingly--there were no glaring red flags for the rest of this book. They have a general vibe of "she doesn't really like him and he's a silly little guy" that I feel like is just rick pulling a "can I copy your homework?" with percabeth but it came out Wrong, but that's a matter of opinion.

ToA: The Hidden Oracle

""Here you go." Leo handed her a glass of lemonade. His expression seemed darker and more anxious, as if...Ah, of course. Leo had rescued Calypso from her prison island. In doing so, Calypso had lost her powers. Leo felt responsible."

--pg 239 of The Hidden Oracle pdf

This seems like something they'd have to work through, which is possible, but also a very intense thing to put on a relationship between an already traumatized 16 year old (and his over 3000 year old girlfriend, etc.) I suppose if this was written through in a thoughtful way I'd understand, but it's kind of one of those things that makes me look at them and go...realistically, at best I see them lasting 6 months to a year.

(tbh a lot of the ships outside of percabeth don't seem to have that...well, percabeth longevity--i mean just look at how jiper broke up. not that Richard would break caleo up atp, of course...unless...)

Final Thoughts (unless I return after finishing ToA but no promises)

And so, we conclude. I think I learned some stuff by revisiting canon instead of just remaining amongst online fandom & my memory of canon. Honestly, I can see why people would like this ship--I still hate it the most out of any pjo ship, but I gotta admit it had its sweet moments. Just as I pointed out red flags and had opinions stated as subjective, other people could point out what they consider green flags and why they think the ship is great.

To conclude (my English teachers quaking in their boots rn), myself and other caleo haters dislike the ship due to the age difference, the rushed nature, and the enemies to lovers dynamic being written in a way that ultimately gives the energy that our love birds do not like each other. I hope this dive into the foundation of their relationship clarifies some of these things for you, and thanks for the ask!

[esmealux]

Masterlist

A list of all my Deckerstar fanfiction works. Will be updated as I post more.

Roommates au

Living with the Devil (isn't always Hell on Earth)

In a world where everyone who desires it gets to dance with the Devil, Chloe is the only one who has to live with him.

Or, 5 times Chloe seriously considers moving out, and 1 time she doesn’t.

The original roommates au, written in collaboration with @my-crazy-awesome-sox. 6 chapters. Rated M.

A First Time for Everything

The prologue; Lucifer Morningstar and the soon-to-be-retired actress Chloe Decker meet at a party. Rated T.

Coming to join us?

Weird, how crashing on Lucifer Morningstar’s couch has now become her new ‘normal’. Rated M.

An Array of Menstrual Products

Chloe gets her period in Lucifer's bathroom, with no pads or tampons available. Or so she thinks. Rated T.

Coffee for the Devil

Chloe makes Lucifer a cup of coffee. Or, Lucifer isn't used to acts of kindness. Rated G.

Please Stay

Lucifer repays Chloe for the cup of coffee she made him. Rated T.

Welcome Home

Lucifer has a surprise for Chloe. Rated T.

Clothes. Now.

Lucifer meets Penelope. Rated T.

In Vodka Veritas

Chloe and Lucifer play Truth or Drink. Rated M.

You're positively stoned!

Chloe eats a brownie from the wrong badge. Rated M.

Take A Chance on Me

Chloe and Lucifer go to a 70s-themed karaoke night with Ella. Chloe gets drunk, and jealous. Rated T.

She's Gonna Be Okay

Chloe takes a gunshot to the shoulder. Rated T.

Valentine's Day Poppycock

Chloe doesn’t really care that much about Valentine’s Day. She doesn’t. But spending it with Lucifer might not be worst thing in the world. Rated T.

In Your Dreams

He looks up at her, dark eyes wide and serious. “Detective, are you sure about this?”

Chloe nods eagerly, too breathless to speak. Rated E.

You Know What This Means, Right?

Say hello to Uncle Lucy. Rated T.

Too Good To Be True

Lucifer has a dream about Chloe. Rated M.

Spouses without Benefits

Lucifer can’t exactly remember why he said yes to being Chloe’s plus-one for a wedding (he thinks it might have something to do with the look in her eyes when she’d asked), but now, he’s happy he did. Lux is fun, but it’s never… this. Rated M.

So Close

Lucifer thinks he's alone. Rated E.

Even Closer

She shouldn’t think about him like this. He shouldn’t feel this way about her.  Rated E.

What took you so long?

Chloe and Lucifer go on their first date. Rated T.

Can't say the feeling's mutual

Chloe can’t have it both ways. It’s just not possible. Which means she has to choose. Rated M.

Locked Out of Heaven

Lucifer is going on a date with Chloe. What could go wrong? ('What took you so long?' and 'Can't say the feeling's mutual' from Lucifer's pov) Rated T.

Where Are You Going?

“I’m going out with Dan,” she reminds him. Rated G. Taken out of the series because it's included in 'Locked Out of Heaven.'

For Now, At Least

Lucifer insists on joining Chloe on the beach. Chloe doesn't stare as he walks around shirtless. She doesn't. Rated T.

They're wrong about you

"There's something I need to tell you." Rated T.

Take Me With You

Lucifer joins Chloe in the shower. Rated M.

Could You Knock Maybe?

Penelope finds out Chloe and Lucifer are in a relationship.

One-shots and drabbles

Like the Very Stars

“Mummy say you cweate de starz.” Rated G.

Happy Anniversary, Detective

‘Anniversary?’ She frowns, forever puzzled by the walking mystery he is. His smile falters, just a little, but she notices, and then she’s even more confused. Rated G.

Being a Dad

Lucifer has always worn suits. But then, he became a dad. Rated G.

When All Else Fails

Lucifer has something to ask John Decker. Rated T. Set in the universe of 'take me back to the start' by usuallysunny.

Mummy's Workplace: The Guided Tour

Lucifer shows baby Rory around the precinct. Rated T.

Aurora

How and when Chloe came up with Rory's name. Rated T.

Going through Hell

He is never really ‘done’ mourning, but he is here for a reason, and in the fashion of his favourite Detective, he eventually throws himself into work. Not to distract himself, but to cope. And because, well, ‘work’ is the reason why he’s here. And then, after a few hundred years or so, Amenadiel pays him a visit. Rated T.

Definitely Don't Like You

He presses her up against the door to the evidence closet, his body hot and hard against hers, and pins her hand against the cold glass of the frosted window. His dark eyes sparkle with mischievous excitement. ‘There’s something we never got to try.’

An Unspoken Promise

Chloe waits till the last angel has ascended into the sky, till Maze and Eve have left hand-in-hand, till Amenadiel has followed them, proud and reverent, and till it’s just her and Lucifer—then she falls apart.

He’s by her side in an instant, catching her before her knees hit the ground. Rated T.

Tit or Tat

Chloe and Lucifer make a bet. Rated T.

The Original Starry Night

Lucifer leaves after his father arrives. Chloe follows him. Rated M.

Something Close to Sex? Yet Entirely Different

‘Lucifer, you’re hurting.’ Her eyes, full of worry, flicker over his wounded, broken body. And yes, it hurts. Like hell, as a matter of fact. But what hurts more is the thought of being alone. Rated T.

Certainly Our Best Collab

‘I just want to let you know that I love you.’ Rated G.

Rejected at the Pearly Gates

He stays by her side, holding her still hand, waiting. Hoping. And—when the sun has set, risen, and set again without the slightest movement from her—praying. Rated T.

The Devil Doesn't Do Children

Last time Linda saw Lucifer in a state similarly chaotic, dark, leathery wings were sticking out of his back. Before she can ask him what’s wrong, his trembling voice fills her office.

‘The Detective’s pregnant.’

Not what she’d expected, but his reaction seems about right. Rated M. Posted in 3 chapters, but it's only 10K words and was written as a one-shot.

How Chloe Decker Ruined the First and Greatest Slut of the Universe

Lucifer had never seen the point of monogamy. But then he’d met her. Rated M.

Bloody Hell

‘Yes, thank you, Detective, I am familiar with the concept of menstruation.' Rated T.

Granniest Panties (sequel to 'Bloody Hell')

Lucifer proves his worth as Chloe's very own PA. Period Assistant. Rated T.

Ship: Sailing

Ella finds out her OTP is finally happening. Or, Lucifer bragging about finally having sex with Chloe, Ella fangirling over it, and Chloe being so done with them. Rated T.

Two Firsts in One Night

‘I guess that’s two firsts in one day… Well, night,’ he smirks at her, surprised when she mirrors his suggestive smile instead of rolling her eyes at his last remark. But then again, she did seem to enjoy the night in question.

Series

You and Me, from A to Z

A Deckerstar drabble for every letter of the alphabet. Not rated. Not completed.

Planning a Hell of a Wedding

The Devil and the Detective make their way through the wedding planning checklist. Rated M. Set about a year after season 5. (Written before season 5b was released). Not posted in chronological order.

[bucketinyourwalls]

Body Guard!Postal 4 Dude x Reader

WARNINGS: Slight angst, mentions of a gunshot and stab wound, blood, OOC Dude (I’m far too dumb to get his personality right), rushed and shit writing

Word Count: 1449

A/N: It’s been a good while since I’ve written anything so I’m sorry if this turns out to be shit. And thanks to @strawbrygashez for inspiring me to take a stab at writing fanfiction again so I can write about two old people in love <3. And as an add-on, gonna have this take place after the events of Postal 4, primarily since I’m too lazy to look up the lore and try to remember everything about this game past Tuesday.

“Come in.”

You stared at the door as you heard a knock, assuming it was the new bodyguard your boss had sent you. You were due for a meeting with one of the people you work with in a few days, so your boss figured you’d need a bodyguard. She knows you’re able to fight and defend yourself if all goes to shit, but you’re getting up in age and figured extra help would be nice. Besides, having a bodyguard would be nice. At least for this job.

But with those thoughts finishing up, you saw a man enter your office. And to say the least, he looked like shit. Guy was in a purple bathrobe of all things and may as well just be wearing pajamas. And... are those socks with sandals?? But eh, whatever. Maybe this guy will be better aside from his appearance and god awful smell.

“I’m assuming you’re the bodyguard my boss hired?” You stared at him as you spoke, carefully studying the man as he sat down.

“Uh, yeah. That’s me, I guess.” He responded while glancing around the place, seemingly bored. And honestly, you don’t blame him. The place wasn’t too interesting, nor was the job. And for a man of his age from what little scraps of information you’ve gotten, the work would better be suited for someone younger. Or just someone with an actual interest.

“Mm, yep. Say, aren’t you just a tad too old to be working jobs like these? Or are you just doing this for fun while in retirement?” You continued staring at him while speaking, with the man quiet for a few seconds before laughing. “Man, you’re kind of funny. If that’s the case, wouldn’t you be too old for this kind of shit as well-?” He asked while looking at you, crossing his arms and seemingly enjoying the interaction between you two.

“Ah, I wish. That would be so damn good to just get some rest...“ You softly smiled at his words while thinking, but quickly returned to a more serious demeanor. “So, ‘Postal Dude’, right? Man, your parents must have hated you for that to be your legal name. And as an extra note, couldn’t you have come in something just a bit more professional? Plus, you smell like shit.” You kept examining him while questioning, wondering just why he had to come here dressed like that. What the hell does your boss see in this guy?

“Eh, don’t care much. Just here for some quick cash. And yeah, guess my parents really did. But eh, at least the names a bit funny.”

With his answer you just sighed, getting up from your desk and placing a hand on his shoulder as you headed towards your door. “It’s almost lunch, so I’ll be going now. But, for the day that you do start working with us make sure you actually smell good. And try to dress at least decently. I don’t want to be seen with a guy that goes to work in a bathrobe.” And without further words you walked out to grab lunch, not bothering to let him ask for anything further.

For now, until the job was over the two of you were stuck with each other. And after the job, you two were still stuck.

Surprisingly, he did a really good job. And so, your boss permanently hired him for the rest of your work. At first it definitely wasn’t the best, but thankfully you two actually managed to become friends, and your work is now just more enjoyable. Hell, you even managed to gain a little crush on the guy. It was confusing as hell, but you already knew the feelings weren’t mutual.

Especially now that you’re dying in an alley.

Hah... how could a simple smoke break jump to you being attacked by three guys looking to take your shit? God, the world is so shit. And now because of a simple smoke break, you had a gun wound near your side and a deep stab wound in your thigh. Maybe even a badly bleeding cut near your neck. Not even mentioning all the other less deep stab wounds closer to areas considered fatal and all the little cuts constantly stinging. Either way, you’re bruised quite badly, your face is bloodied to high hell, and you’re bleeding out.

“Heh... this sucks.” You quietly muttered to yourself, holding to your bleeding side and trying to keep all the blood in. If you’re lucky, maybe Dude would find you. Maybe he would save you. But, you already knew that was a hopeless possibility. Life isn’t a fairytale, after all. It’s shit, and people die. And now, you were about to be one of those people.

God knows how long you just sat surrounded by trash and your own blood. You could already tell that your vision was slowly going black and fading. Guess this dingy alley is where you’d die, huh? Too bad you never got to tell Dude about your little crush on him. Too bad you never got to say proper goodbyes to what family you have left, both biological and found. Too bad you never got to finally retire.

But none of that mattered now. Your consciousness was quickly slipping, and your body slowly went limp. And as the black void nearly consumed your vision, you heard a voice yelling out for you, with both the voice and rapid footsteps quickly coming closer. It was Dude’s voice. But, none of it mattered anyways. At least he was willing to help you, even if you were on your dying breath.

But just maybe, you managed to live. It’s a surprise to be sure, but a pleasant one. And speaking of pleasant surprises, you slowly woke up and softly hissed at the bright lights, having to take a while to adjust to the sheer white.

“Jesus, I thought I lost you!”

At the words you slowly looked over to your right, beholding a noticeably concerned Dude sitting by your side. Did he really wait here the whole time?

“Dude-? Did you really wait for me?” You asked while quietly chuckling, with Dude blushing a small but noticeable shade of red. Huh, weird.

“Hah, you look cute when you blush.” You chuckled again, enjoying his reactions before he gently grabbed your hand, wearing a concerned expression.

“C’mon, quit joking around. You could’ve died y’know. Tch, you’re a fucking dumbass.” As he spoke his voice was laced with concern, with his eyes constantly darting around. Even with his sunglasses on, it was noticeable as all hell. “Damn, you sound so sappy. It’s disgusting, stop that.” You joked while playfully hitting his shoulder, doing what you could to cheer him up and keep yourself calm at the same time. But well, it wasn’t quite working for either of you.

“Besides, why do you care so much? Not like you’re in love with me or anything.” You continued joking around, but his awful silence and growing blush certainly said another story. “You’re not actually in love with me, right?”

For a good while he remained silent before smirking, quietly laughing as he put an arm around your shoulder, mindful of your wounds. “Of course I am, and I know you are too. What, don’t think I’d notice the little crush you had on me?”

And now was your turn to become flustered. Has it really been so noticeable the whole time? But either way even with his words, you were simply glad that your feelings were mutual. And for the first time in a while, just glad to be alive.

“Well, I’m glad those feelings are mutual.” You softly chuckled before gently grabbing his chin, moving a few loose gray hairs out of the way while admiring his cute ass face. “May I?”

“Of course, my love.”

And with his confirmation, the two of you shared a kiss. And honestly, it was better than you thought. On both ends it remained soft and satisfying, lasting for as long as it needed until the two of you pulled away from each other. The slightly dazed look resting upon his face was certainly a sight to behold.

“You look so fucking cute, y’know that?” You softly smiled at him and his dazed face, with him doing the same. “And so do you, my love. God, I love you so fucking much.” And with his response you continued smiling, resting your forehead against his own. The moment was so nice. It was so peaceful. And the two of you never wanted it to end.

“I love you so much, Dude.”

“Hah... love ya too, my dear.”

[lilacmeadows]

Made For You pt.1

Okay so this is gonna be a series. My FIRST series. So go easy on me pretty please. I’ve never written smut, and I know nobody wants badly written smut. So we’ll see about that. But this one is definitely gonna be more of a slow burn. Maybe 4 chapters? Yeah. I like that. 4 chapters. I’ve just been thinking about this idea for a while and I wanna get into writing. I hope someone likes this.

BUCKY X READER

Summary: Hydra had just finished training you to be the Winter Soldier’s perfect mate when the Avengers saved him. But what’s going to happen to you now that Hydra has deleted your old life and left you with nothing but a soldier that needs to learn to love himself before he can love someone else.

Part 1    Part 2    Part 3 (coming soon)

WARNINGS: explicit sexual content, explicit language, eventual dom/sub dynamics, mentions of captivity and kidnapping. violence- guns, mutual pining, eventual smut, fluff, angst if you squint (must be 18+)

WORD COUNT: 2k 

PART ONE

She’s so used to quiet in her quaint bedroom. The faint whirring of the air conditioner, sounds of footsteps and machinery being rolled outside her door, the music they would play for her when she was extra good that week.

So when she was awoken to gunshots and yelling, y/n was anxious and didn’t know what to do. She backed into the corner of the room furthest from the door and shut her eyes. Hopefully, if she stayed quiet and unseen, things would resolve itself, and she wouldn’t see any violence come her way.

Luckily for her, after what felt like hours later, the sounds quieted down. The gunshots were less frequent and finally came to a stop. She waited for a few moments before sitting on her bed with intentions of continuing her knitting. She wasn’t allowed many activities, but this was one luxury the Men didn’t mind since she hadn’t had any violent outbursts in a long time. She hated being shocked, and she liked knitting.

But the quiet didn’t last long. Minutes later, she could hear footsteps approaching her room. Too late to go back into her corner without being heard through the ‘doggie door’ the Men used to pass her food twice a day, she sat still and slowed her breathing.

‘Anything on that floor?’ She heard one male voice say from further away.

‘Not yet. Mostly supply closets on this floor, but I’ll check them all.’ Said a voice from much closer. He couldn’t have been more than 10 feet away from her door. She could tell they were American like her because they didn’t have the funny accents the Men all had. Gripping her plastic knitting needles tightly in one hand she braced herself for the intrusion.

Her door cracked open a little, then quickly opened all the way.

“Cap, you need to see this.” The man called over his shoulder. “Are you alright ma’am?”

“Yes. I’m fine, sir.” Her small voice replied, a little rough from lack of use, but still remarkably sweet.

“Who are you? Do you know where you are?” He approached her slowly, taking in her meager appearance, but also watching out for the pointy sticks she has a death grip on.

“My name is y/n. I’m in my room.” She replied. Starting to feel very uneasy by this stranger, but also not thinking that he would hurt him. She had been here for so long, it was strange seeing a tall, black man enter her bedroom. Only trainers and watchers were allowed to enter her bedroom.

“What is it?” Another, taller man asked, but his question was soon answered when his eyes landed on the girl sitting on her bed with her tucked gently under her. He immediately noticed her lack of decent clothing, and it caused a blush to creep up his neck.

“We have a girl here, possibly a hostage, maybe an experiment. She doesn’t look like she particularly wants to be rescued.” The first man said to the other, who’s slowly entering the room while trying not to stare at her thin, flimsy, cotton dress.

“Hi, I’m Steve, this is Sam. Do you know where you’re from?” The blonde man said to her while crouching down to be at her eye level. She nodded her head yes. “Well we’re the good guys. We’re here to save you. Do you want to come with us so we can take you home?”

She had to contemplate for a minute. It had been so long since she got here that she couldn’t imagine what it would be like to leave. These men looked sincere, but she knew if she left and was caught, she’d be punished terribly. But if the gunshots meant anything, there would be nobody to punish her. Which means she can’t stay regardless because there would be nobody to take care of her either.

“Did you kill my watchers?” She looked at the blond man after a few quiet seconds. Steve and Sam made eye contact and had a whole argument in silence before Sam spoke up.

‘Yes, we did. But they were bad men. They were keeping you here. But you’re free now. You just gotta follow us, and we’ll get you out of here.’ Sam said, gently. Not wanting her to think they’re cold blooded murderers, but also trying to rush this meeting along so they can board the quinjet, where the rest of the team was waiting.

Steve held one of his hands out to her, which she hesitantly took- knitting needles and purple ball of yarn in her other hand. She thought about grabbing her sweaters, but they weren’t kept in her room. Quite frankly, she had no idea where they were. The Men didn’t allow her to keep the things she learned to knit in her room. But they would give her back a sweater during the cold months. So she just followed the two men awkwardly. Them taking large, hard steps towards parts of the building she had never seen, and her dainty footsteps lagging behind. The trainers taught her to walk with a ladylike gait, on the balls of her feet with barely any pressure to her heels.

After many hallways and stairwells, they found themselves outside the building. The quinjet was parked close by, and y/n’s eyes almost jumped out of her head. Of course she had never seen anything like that before. The men led her onto the loading area which closed behind them.

“Take a break for sightseeing?” Said one man from the front of the jet. They couldn’t see her because of her small stature behind the two men.

“Actually, we found someone. Her name is y/n. She was in one of the rooms, top floor.” Steve said to the man, while fishing you out from behind his back.

She was met with eyes. Many pairs of eyes. All looking directly at her. Not used to all the attention, she looked down at her feet, which were bare as usual and slightly irritated from walking on various terrains. Her toes painted baby pink. Another luxury the Men allowed her. Some watchers were nicer than others. The shorter, fat one that came every other night would bring her a light, barely noticeable, polish that she was only allowed to put on her toes.

Being there wasn’t so terrible. She was 10 when they took her in 2006. She had a mom and older brother, and they lived in a town in Georgia. She often wonders what happened to them that morning when the Men put a rag over her face, and she woke up on a bed in the room that would become her new bedroom.

She didn’t leave the room often. There was a small bathroom across the hall from her room. The watcher would be standing guard outside her door, and she would let him know she would like to use the bathroom or bathe. He would have to stand in the room with her while she bathed, but after a while, they were kind enough to face the wall. She fought for a long time. Refusing to eat the food (which wasn’t terrible), screaming and crying, she even plotted the occasional failed attack. But then they started the shock therapy, and she learned. Being in that chair was brutal. Rewiring her brain into submission. Submission to the Men so they could train her. She had to be ready for the Soldat when he needed her. Why her? She didn’t ask and they didn’t tell her. She learned very quickly that she was only allowed to speak when spoken to.

Make the Soldat happy. That was her mission. She had been told that phrase so many times that she heard it in her sleep. She had never seen or met him, but she was being trained to be his. A possession he could have control over during the brief times he was unfrozen. She was to listen to him, obey, sleep with him, and just make him happy because the mind controlling words were having less and less of an effect, and the Men were afraid he would lash out and massacre them all.

But it doesn’t seem like she’ll be fulfilling her life goal after all because now she’s in the air with a group of people looking at her like she has two heads. A woman with pretty red hair, a man with a large bow, and a man with nice glasses towards the front of the jet, were on one side. On the other was a blond man with very long hair, standing up to talk to a man in a purple shirt, and a man sitting by himself with long brown hair. All of their stares were pointed at her, but his seemed to go through her. Like he had x-ray vision and could read her mind.

“Y/n, you can have a seat right there.” Sam said, pointing to an empty seat next to the redhead who only squinted at her. “That’s Natasha. She’s nicer than she looks.”

“No, I’m not.” She said, making eye contact with y/n. “But we’re glad to have you aboard.” Natasha finished, the slightest smile forming at the girl.

“Um... Cap, where are her clothes?” The man from before asked Steve.

“I don’t know. This is what she was wearing, and I didn’t see a wardrobe anywhere, Tony.” Steve sighed, obviously exasperated by even the thought of a conversation with Tony.

Tony looked at the girl expectantly. Was he waiting for her to chime in? Because he’d be waiting a long time. She was trained very well. Talking out of turn was one of the first rules she learned.

“Sweetheart, are you alright? Do you want something to cover up? We have blankets. What about water? You thirsty? Does she even understand a word I’m saying?” Tony’s last question was aimed at the men she entered with.

“I understand. I’m sorry. I’m alright, sir.” And if the team was trying to keep their staring inconspicuous at first, they completely abandoned that when she spoke. Her voice was so small and smooth. Just a little weak from not talking much.

“How about we get you a blanket anyway so I can be a little more comfortable” He nodded towards Sam who left the room and returned with a large blanket. She hadn’t realized how cold she was or that her nipples were pointing through her thin dress. Or that the cotton dress was really just a white slip that was damn near see through.

Maybe the grumpy looking man on the other side of the jet does have x-ray vision.

“Thank you, sir.” Everyone had to be called Sir. She hadn’t been around any women, but she was pretty sure if they looked as serious as the one next to her, she’d call them Ma’am.

“Tony is fine.” He smiled at her.

“Hey. I’m Clint, by the way.” The man on Natasha’s other side said, turning his body to address her. “So, umm... What were you doing up there? Are you working for Hydra?” Other members of the team groaned and scolded him for being so blunt, even though they were secretly happy he asked because they also wanted to know.

“I was knitting.” She said simply. She was going to leave it at that, but she could see the way Clint’s eyebrows almost touched his hairline at her short reply. So she continued with the mantra she was raised with. “My purpose is to make the Soldat happy. He is my mission.”

She had never seen a room of people’s heads turn so fast. Eyes darting from her to the brooding man on the other side of the jet. He squinted his eyes, looking equally as confused.

She hadn’t realized that her mission was right in front of her.

part 2

[shemarmooresfedora]

If the World is Ending, I Want to Fuck You First

Summary: You need to do one last thing during the zombie apocalypse.

Pairing: Kyle Orfman (MGG character in Life After Beth) x Fem!Reader

MINORS DNI (18+ ONLY)

Content/Warnings: swearing, smut, blowjob, praise kink, sub!kyle, gun violence (used against zombies), vaginal sex, choking, fluffy ending (let me know if i missed anything)

Word Count: 1.7k

A/N: okay i know this is a lesser famous mgg character but i beg of you to give this fic a try because i think it’s my best smut yet and i love the ending. you don’t need to have watched the movie to understand (i give a few visuals).

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“Open the goddamn door, Jacob,” you pounded on your ex’s door, “I want my shit back.”

A car with sirens pulled up in the driveway. Great, you thought, the cops. But when you turned around, it was just an old tan sedan with ‘Briarwood Security’ written on it.

You turned back around, “Jacob, I know you’re fucking home, you cheating son of a bitch.

“What seems to be the problem here?” a tall, lean man with a slicked back undercut dressed in a beige security uniform approached the front door.

“My cheating ex won’t give me my stuff back,” you continued to pound at the door, “I have a laptop in there!”

He sighed and spoke quietly, “This is technically still trespassing because he didn’t necessarily steal it but let me see what I can do.”

“Jacob Peterson,” he knocked on the door, “This is Briarwood Security. I need you to open the door or I have the clearance to break it down.”

He whispered to you, “I actually don’t,” and you giggled.

Jacob swung open the door with your bag of stuff.

“Take your crap and go,” he shoved the bag into your arms.

“Gladly, asshole,” you checked to make sure everything was in there.

You nodded to the security guard and Jacob slammed the door once again.

“Do you need a ride home?” he asked, noticing your lack of a car.

“I live like a mile away so I just walked here but yeah, if you don’t mind, that would be great,” you accepted.

He opened the trunk for you to put your bag of belongings inside.

“Kyle,” you hummed, looking at his little name tag.

“And you are?”

“Y/N,” you stuck out your hand for him to shake and he accepted it.

“Kyle, I have a proposition for you,” you said as you entered the passenger side of the car.

“Okay…” he looked at you.

“Let me suck your dick.”

Kyle stared straight at you for a minute, not moving.

“Hello?” you asked, waving your hand in front of his face.

“Sorry, what did you say?” he snapped out of his daze.

“Let me suck your dick,” you repeated, “I don’t want his,” you pointed to Jacob’s door, “to be the last dick I sucked and I want him to see your car still parked out here, knowing exactly what we are doing. Plus, you get an orgasm out of it.”

“I’m on the job,” he tried to resist.

“If you really don’t want to, that’s okay. I’m not trying to pressure you. I just think this could be a mutually beneficial agreement.”

Kyle nodded, putting the car in reverse and starting to back out of the driveway. He made it about halfway before he braked and put the car back in park.

“Yeah?” you asked.

“Please,” he begged.

You looked down and as your eyes adjusted to the evening darkness, you could see the obvious bulge strain in his khakis.

You leaned over the center console, untucking his uniform and unbuckling his belt. You slowly unzipped his fly to tease him as he squirmed underneath you.

“Patience, my sweet boy” you hummed and your warm breath fanned out across his dick.

His needy whines were beautiful. You sat back up and removed your shirt, leaving you in just a lacy bralette.

“Please,” he pleaded again.

“Because you asked so nicely,” you leaned back down and licked a long strip up from the base of his dick to the tip, swirling your tongue at the top.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his hands moving to your hair.

“Hands off,” you ordered and he whined but complied.

You took him in inch by inch. He was certainly the biggest you’ve ever been with. You gagged when he bottomed out in your throat.

You could feel him using all his self-control to restrain his hands to his side.

You bobbed your head up and down, taking up a quick pace. His melodic groans filled the car.

“I’m gonna-” he panted, “Can I please cum?”

“Yes, you’ve been such a good boy for me, baby. Let go. You can touch me now,” you spoke.

His hands moved to your hair just as his hips bucked up, shooting his load into your mouth. You accepted it all with a moan and swallowed.

You took a few more gentle sucks before releasing him from your mouth. As you wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, Kyle stared at you adoringly.

“Ummm, thank you? I’m not really sure what to say,” he finally spoke.

“Just drive,” you laughed.

-

You woke up to a loud crashing sound coming from downstairs. You reached for your cell but it was dead even though it was plugged in. The power must have gone out. You grabbed your emergency battery-powered flashlight from underneath your bed and your bottle of pepper spray.

You quietly snuck down the stairs but when you turned the corner, you came face-to-face with your old kindergarten teacher who died a couple of years ago. She was definitely dead but still walking somehow. You screamed as she tried to grab you as you ran for the door.

You burst out of the door to see the street crawling with zombies of dead people you used to know. You ran towards the direction of the police station. You got about a half a mile until the deceased retired high school football coach tackled you to the ground.

You fought and kicked and screamed, trying to avoid him biting you. You thought it was over until you heard the sound of a gunshot and the zombie limply collapsed on top of you. You pushed it off with a yelp.

A hand reached down to help you up, you looked up to see Kyle standing there in a slightly bloody orange jumpsuit.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

You nodded slowly.

“We should get off the street but I’ve cleared this whole neighborhood so we should be okay,” he grabbed your hand.

You looked down at your interlocked hands, “I don’t know if it’s just the adrenaline talking but if the world is ending, I want to fuck you first.”

Kyle smiled softly, “It would be a hell of a last memory but I won’t let anything happen to you.”

He pulled you towards his house and jumped the fence to his backyard.

“I don’t think zombies can climb,” he said, looking up at his childhood treehouse.

“This is a first,” you laughed softly as you headed up the ladder with Kyle right behind you.

“I can feel your eyes staring at my ass,” you said as you climbed the ladder.

“It’s right in front of me! Where do you want me to look?” he defended himself.

“Didn’t say it was a bad thing,” you smirked.

Immediately upon crawling into the treehouse, your lips were on his.

“How do you want it, baby?” you whispered into his ear.

“Ride me, please,” he whined.

You put a hand on his chest and gently pushed him back onto the wooden floor. You unzipped his jumpsuit hastily, ripping your shirt and shorts off in the process.

You released his dick from the confines of his tight black boxers and stroked it a couple of times.

“You ready?” you asked as you lined yourself up above him.

“Yes,” he nodded enthusiastically.

You sank down on his dick, adjusting to the feeling of him inside you. Kyle’s head fell back in pure pleasure.

You wrapped a tentative hand around his neck, only applying more pressure when his moans increased in volume.

His hips were bucking up to meet yours at a ferocious pace.

“Ah fuck! I think I just got a splinter in my ass,” he yelped.

“Shhh baby, you can take it. You’re fucking me so good, my sweet boy,” you continued to ride him and guided his hands up to your boobs.

Kyle groaned at the praise, “I’m close-God, I’m so close.”

“Give me a few more seconds. I know you can, baby,” you frantically rubbed your clit in order to finish with him.

“Okay, fill me up like a good boy,” you whispered into his ear.

Kyle’s hands grappled at your hips as he bucked up into you one last time. As you both came down from your highs, you collapsed on top of him.

The two of you just laid like that for a while. Catching your breath while soaking up the skin-to-skin contact.

“You know I was going to go back to your apartment and ask you on a date? You know…before the whole world went to shit. Besides giving me the best blowjob of my life, you just seemed like a really cool, beautiful girl,” Kyle admitted.

“Too bad you didn’t get the chance, I would have said yes.”

“Can I leave you here for just a second?” he asked quietly.

You hugged him closer, “I would prefer it if you didn’t.”

“Well, I would prefer it if you stayed up here where I know it’s safe. I need to get supplies and I’m armed,” he reasoned with you.

“Promise you’ll come back,” you had tears in your eyes.

“I promise,” he held out his pinky and you wrapped yours around it, both of you kissing your fists.

You and Kyle got redressed and you watched him climb down the ladder and head into his house with his gun fully loaded. And then, you waited. You counted the seconds. You were at 381 when he finally returned.

“Thank god,” you let out a sigh of relief.

He started to unpack the bag he brought with him. He pulled out a blanket and set it on the floor for you both to sit on. Then, pillows. Next, he pulled out leftover cold pizza.

“Ah, gourmet,” you jokingly smiled.

He pulled out red solo cups and placed one in between you both, putting in a rose he plucked from his mom’s rose bush.

Finally, he pulled a very expensive bottle of whiskey from the bag and filled your cups.

“My dad was saving this for a special occasion, I think zombies coming back from the dead and the world ending qualifies,” he grinned.

The world didn’t end. In fact, you were just starting your new life with your future husband.

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Monster Monster

I wholeheartedly blame this pic for the existence of this fic. I just wanna hug him and ruffle his hair. 

Summary: Parent Teacher Conferences are very scandalous. 

a/n: This is actually one of my few fics where reading some of my previous fics will help. I highly recommend reading Of Midnight Smoothies and Murder Mysteries to get a better feel on Dick and Reader’s relationship but anything on the Dick Grayson masterlist works too. Special thanks to @littleredwing89​ and @americasmarauders​ for proofreading. Thanks to @littleredwing89​ and @batarella​ for help with the ending. 

warnings: A slur is mentioned but it gets shut down. Also, swearing. 

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“Tt, stop staring at me.”

You bite back a smile and what was probably a laugh rising in your throat. “Hmmm, no.” You hum, carding your fingers through Damian’s curls. The corners of your mouth twitch into a frown when you feel an angry bump against your fingers. It’s dry and there seems to be no break in the skin as far as you could tell. You let a little sigh of relief escape you which has the unintended consequence of upsetting the gremlin in front of you.

Damian attempts to swat your hand away, snarling as he did. You grin at him, all sharp teeth and pettiness. You, being childish,  do not take your hand away and instead ruffle his hair more. An adorably petulant pout settles on Damian’s mouth making the kid look ten-years-old for once. It takes everything in you not to squeal in  delight. 

“Unhand me. I do not require your mothering and you would do very well to leave the scolding to Richard or Pennyworth.” You can easily picture Alfred scolding Damian but Dick? You try to picture Dick, hand on his hip, trying his damndest to be mean to the kid but you just couldn’t. Sure, Nightwing can be terrifying, even Batman but Dick? Especially with a kid? Not even feasible. You snort openly, the noise echoing in the deadly silent room. The woman on the other side of the room sitting next to a boy with a faceful of bruises and probably a couple of chipped teeth glares at you. Specifically, the woman scowls at your arm, skin festooned with bangles of coiled serpent tails and glittering blades. You fight the urge to stick your tongue out at her. Instead, you tug a bit at your sleeves, baring the golden lines streaked with old gashes. A low humorless laugh escapes you causing her scowl to deepen. 

Damian follows your line of sight. His face folds in utter contempt. The boy next to her flinches. Their size difference made this all the funnier.  “[What did he do?]” you ask in what you hope are the correct words in Arabic. Damian crosses his arms not meeting your gaze. His leg kicks out, the restlessness thrumming in his bones. “[Your accent is atrocious.]”

Your mouth twitches uncontrollably, edging into a fond smile. You tamp it down with a click of your tongue lest the little demon tear your head off. “[I’m out of practice, child,]” Damian grabs at a space beside him only for his hand to close on nothing. Something inside you dies when you stop yourself from cackling. Thank goodness, Bruce has--had--the good sense to take the kid’s katana away. 

“[Anyway, what did he do?]”

“[How are you so sure he did something?]”

“[Because you’re a brat but not stupid. You are by far the most annoyingly reasonable child I have had the displeasure of conversing with.]” Damian’s eyes widened in surprise. It seems the assumed hatred was mutual. You watch as he folds his face back into a glower, not quite fast enough to evade your attention but certainly fast enough to fool  the untrained eye. Unfortunately for him, you’re used to the acrobatics of faces, the chaotic cacophony of microexpression. Most people in your life are, after all, awful at broadcasting their feelings even when it was sorely needed. This is probably why you gravitated to Dick so easily. The man believed in openness, in communication.

Distantly, you can hear the woman across from you tap her foot impatiently against the carpet. A flick of your eye tells you she was sneering at both of you likely eavesdropping (and failing) on your conversation. Why she needs to know what you and a ten-year-old with a stick up his ass were talking about you weren’t sure. Damian turns his head slightly towards you, angling his chin upward to mask the uncertainty in his posture. “[If you must know, he-]”

“Gypsies”

The syllables ring like a loud staccato of gunshots despite how quietly she’d hissed it. You freeze. You can feel Damian stiffen right beside you. Understanding flowed into you molten and bubbling. You feel your throat itch, unkind words coalescing into a lump in your throat. You turn your body to Damian who was now still but you can feel the anger wicking off him. You sling your arm over the head of the chair behind him drawing his attention back to you. 

He arches a brow at you, challenging. The expression falters when the next few words leave your mouth. 

“[You’re off the hook.]”

Principal Jameson is a nasally man. It isn’t his anything to do with his voice. Though, you would be remiss to say that his voice was pleasant. You’re actually half tempted to turn your bad ear on him, block out the words coming from him but that would negate the point of you coming here. His voice isn’t that unpleasant but his entire demeanor rubbed you the wrong way. You’ve seen jellyfish with more backbone than this man. Then again, this might just be a by-product of your presence. Dick, and several other batbrats, have helpfully informed you that you were in fact pants pissing scary to civilians. You would like to say you couldn’t see it but standing in front of this man it was clear as day.  

“Y/n L/n,” you offer congenially. His shoulders ease a fraction but did not offer you a hand. You smother a sigh before offering an additional “I believe Mr.Grayson-Wayne had informed you that I would be coming in his stead to discuss this-” Shit show, your mind supplies but thankfully, your mouth was quick enough to bite it back. “- incident.” Beside you Damian scoffed. You stop yourself from kicking the kid because that really would not do. 

“Yes, well, Ma’am your-” Jameson halts frankly unsure of your relationship to Damian because of course, Dick would leave the leg work to your socially allergic ass. You make a mental note to kick him later. “- charge.” you supply, feeling a modicum of sympathy for the drowning man.Your eyes flick to Damian. His face is impassive, ire still directed at the thirteen-year-old sniveling behind his mother. The term is too cold for your taste but as of right now that’s all you were. Maybe you’ve finally found a Robin you wouldn't get attached to.

“Well, ma’am, you see your charge, Damian, he’s punched another student and has yet to even apologize. He even started a full on brawl.”

“Mhmm, I see,” you drawl tilting your head. You feel Damian stiffen at the ease of your response. You don’t have to look at his face to know that he was glaring at you with something in his eyes withering from the betrayal. The woman across from nods agreeably as if you had said something sensible. Jameson for his part nearly sighs with relief. You click your teeth a little irritable from their responses but more fascinated than anything. ‘I see’ is barely an answer but they each filled in the gaps with their own assumptions. “And has that young man over there apologized for what he said to Damian? Or for the lump on Damian’s head? Surely, you sent Damian to the clinic as well.” you voice out looking as scandalized as possible. 

The room froze. 

Your eyes will probably roll into the back of your head before your meeting is done. Judging from Jameson’s posture, they didn’t. They should have at least checked if the kid had a concussion. A familiar sort of ire rose in you. Oh boy, you’re going to have a field day with these people. You sigh in exasperation before continuing. “Not only did you neglect to send him to the clinic to check on the lump on his head, but you were also planning to let the other boy off the hook?” you accuse, voice rising with some effort.  Your voice has a tendency to draw low when your temper is flaring. It’s an intimidation tactic you'd learned from a while ago. It would probably be ill advised to use it on a man who looked like he was a second away from a heart attack. 

Jameson leans forward, reaching out appeasingly.“Ma’am, we-”

“From what I recall, Gotham Academy has a strict zero tolerance policy on derogatory language, does it not?” You cut him off, voice suddenly vicious. You shift your body in front of Damian putting yourself between him and everyone else in the room. He bristles at the gesture but you and your habits aren’t exactly concerned with his pride. 

“Ma’am I-“

“I rest my case. Please, feel free to contact Mr.Grayson-Wayne if you have more to say.” You settle a hand on Damian’s shoulder. You’re surprised he didn’t fight you or swat your hand away. Taking it as permission, you pull him closer to you as you leave the red faced woman and the paling man gob smacked and silent. Damian himself doesn’t make the sound as you made your way down the hall. You squeeze his shoulder gently hoping it comes across as a reassuring gesture. His posture does not loosen but you do not let him stray from you. You close your eyes as the elevator doors shut. 

“I did not require your assistance.”

“I know.”  Of course, he doesn’t. He is a Robin and an Al Ghul but that doesn’t mean he isn’t gonna get it. You drum your fingers against the steering wheel, the dull beat only serving to irritate your nerves. You swear the traffic in Gotham was somehow infinitely worse than everywhere else in the world even with working traffic lights. Maybe that’s why there were so many crazy people here. Maybe Bruce should have invested his money on better roads. Maybe-

Your eyes slide towards Damian who is somehow shrinking and pressing into the side door. Still, his face is twisted skeptically and braced for a continuation to your statement. You looked heavenward not even hiding the weariness in your smile. The brat is truly a bat-- suspicion and all.  You turn your body towards him, opening up your posture. You fold your leg and rest your chin on your arm. Damian meets your gaze head on, looking imperious as he crosses his arms over his chest. His posture is artificial, probably uncomfortable from the weight of your attention.

You roll your shoulders and reshape your features, reconfiguring yourself from understanding to teasing. “I know. I know but you see, they needed telling off and your tiny gremlin ass isn’t scary enough. And, I promise I won’t tell Dickolas that you defended him so vehemently.” you wink, a conspiratorial grin spreading across your face. Damian straightens, his body is bowed like he was about to spring for your throat but the shape his limbs took on was more natural and seemingly relaxed. The knot in your shoulder loosens. You reach over and ruffle his hair again.  He really is still a kid. You stare each other down. Your smile is as unwavering as his glower.

Both of your stomachs grumble. The sound was loud and abrasive in the closed space of the car. You check your watch and hum, shifting back into your seat. Wordlessly, you switch on your signal light. 

You leaf through the pages of the thoroughly used book in your hands, eyes skimming through the blocks of texts not really absorbing any of it. You  never really found the appeal in fiction. The stories are too neat compared to what you experienced daily. You suppose there is simplicity in them but you find that in nonfiction, the kind of books that explained the mechanics of things. They made sense of the world and were much more useful in your opinion. You’re much more interested in the messy scribbles on the margins, the etchings of a loud mind on yellowing pages. Jason’s notes were written in the same tone of voice he used when he spoke, deceptively layman but upon further inspection was frighteningly insightful. You smile at the little comments and complaints, the snarky little remarks. Remnants of the little boy he had been before. You frowned. You should probably give this back to him once you have the chance and maybe come up with some excuse of why you still have it. Or you can just keep it. 

You look up at Damian who is drumming his fingers impatiently against the lacquered table. His posture is artificially relaxed, likely something he learned from the league or maybe all nervous gremlins do it. You look down at the book again. The sight reminds you of Jay. You tip your head, the loud thunk of your skull is felt more than heard since it was your bad ear that is pressed against the glass. The sound startles Damian who was deep in thought. You hold out the book to him. He must be bored waiting for your order. He pointedly ignores you. 

"I don't need that childish drivel." He snipes. You click your teeth feeling a little defensive of the book. 

You sound exactly like your grandfather, you think but have enough sense to keep it to yourself. No child needs to be compared to Ra's Al Ghul even if he is a brat. 

"Not a fan of-" You look at the book's spine and frown. "-Robert Stevenson?" What kind of dork reads Robert Stevenson for fun? Oh wait, it's the same dork that quotes Shakespeare while bashing heads. 

"I have no need for such things." 

Of course, he didn’t. 

"No, I suppose you don't need anything with the actual text but the margins are quite fascinating." You hold out the book to him again. His eyebrows shoot up looking at you skeptically as he reaches for it. There is no  actual written indication that it was Jay's and the kid likely hasn't spent enough time with Jay to actually tell from the way it's written. You look out the window to turn your good ear to him, listening for any reactions he might have. Every now and then you hear a huff of amusement. You smother the smile threatening to form on your lips with your hand.

"Well, the person who owned this certainly had a lot to say." Damian says carefully, handing the book back. 

"Jay really was a mouthy kid."  

Damian looks at you, little face scrunching up in confusion. You suddenly notice just how easily the booth swallows him up. Why is he so tiny? "If this is Todd's, why do you have it?" 

You clasp the book in your hands, your thumb tracing over the creases. "He leant me this book shortly before he died. He-- Well, I told him that I wasn't fond of adventure stories. I prefer books about science and culture. They're much more useful, yanno?" Damian gives a slight nod. You relax into your seat with his understanding. "Well, he thought it was just that I've never read a good one so he gave me this one. Never quite finished it though." you admit a little sheepish after realizing just how sentimental you felt. Your eyes trace over Damian's expression. It's clear that the sentimentality bled through your words and some childish part of you winces at the vulnerability of it. Damian says nothing and doesn't even sneer in derision. 

You hum, the tune musical but offkey. “Jason, actually did what you did today awhile ago.”  Just like that you begin down a rabbit hole telling the little gremlin about all the stupid shit the older bats have gotten into. And oh boy, there’s a lot. 

“So do either of you want to explain what happened and why GAs headmaster called me sounding like he was gonna piss himself?”

“Hmmm, probably not ” you say around your spoonful of mahalabia, not even looking up from your book. Hilariously enough, Damian had also elected to leave Dick’s presence unacknowledged and busy with his own mahalabia.  Dick scoot into your side of the booth, purposefully squishing you against the wall with a shiteating grin. He loops his arm around you and pulls you closer, planting a sloppy kiss on your cheek. You blanch and push half heartedly at his chest as he laughs. That laugh makes your heart warm and a relenting smile spreads across your features softening them. Your body twitches forward to kiss but you still when Dick freezes instead you plant a kiss on his cheek as well. Dick relaxes at the familiarity of it and you two settle down. 

 Damian stares at both of you befuddled. A heat creeps up your cheeks realizing that Dick is practically sitting on you. Dick, on the other hand, seems perfectly content with your current lack of personal space, so you leave it alone despite the incredulous look Damian is giving both of you. Dick snatches up your spoon taking a heap from your dessert. You make an offended noise in the back of your throat which he simply answers with another broad smile.  Your lip twitches uncontrollably and your shoulders go slack.

“So what happened?”

You and Damian exchange a look. Damian rolls his eyes at you and you shrug at him performatively. “Nothing.” you two say in a chorus of nonchalance. It only succeeds in annoying Dick, so it was partially successful.   

Dick pouts taking another bite of your desert. You stare in disbelief as the grownass man sitting next to you attempts to give you the puppy dog eyes as he eats your desert. You sign on exasperation because it's working and the bastard knows it. Richard John Grayson-Wayne is a manipulative asshole and you are a certified sucker. 

You turn to Damian pleadingly begging him to please either help you or end you. Instead, he simply looks the two as if searching for an answer to a question forming in his mind. You run your hand over your face ready to concede when something clicks. 

"Man-Bat got into GA and Damian fought him off." you say, praying Dick would catch on to the game. For a terrifying moment, he doesn’t. He blinks at you in confusion and your stomach sinks then a smile slowly spreads across his face lighting up every feature. Your heart swells at the sight.

"Bullshit. What was Man-Bat doing in GA?"

"Dunno,maybe bullying students. I don't know what bat creatures get up to." you say grinning. The picture becomes clear from every outlandish story. To your surprise, Damian joins in with a few vague details of his own giving even more details than you'd initially gathered. 

Lunch passes pleasantly with outlandish stories and good food. 

“NEWS: Dick Grayson-Wayne, New Face of Wayne Enterprises, Caught in a Torrid Love Affair with a Mystery Woman. Who Could this Exotic Beauty Be?”

“NEWS: Young Wayne Heir Being Extorted by Mystery Woman?”

“NEWS: Wayne Heir with Secret Family?”

Dick wants to evaporate somehow. He stares at the headlines mortified beyond what he ever thought possible. Maybe the floor will be merciful and it’ll finally swallow him as Jason reads another headline in a ridiculous newsreel voice. 

“No, no wait.  This one is fucking priceless!”

“Jason, please, I am begging you. STOP.” Dick whines, his face flattening against his work table. Tim shrugs, an amused smile adorns his face. Dick is going to scream. “Tim, please please please, make him stooop.” Tim ignores Dick in favor of scrolling through his own tablet looking, frankly unsympathetic. 

“Oh a tryst!”

“Jason, you are making it sound so much worse.”

“Dunno, big bird, some of these make it sound like you fucked her over a table in the restaurant.” Jason watches in absolute delight as his older brother attempts to merge with the work bench, the tanned skin of his neck and ears burning a bright shade of crimson. Tim snickers, unhelpfully. Dick loved that his younger brothers were getting along for once. He just hated that for some reason they just had to be united against him. “All I did was kiss her on the cheek and eat her food.”

Jason gasps theatrically, feigning fainting. “Premarital kissing?! Dick, how could you? What’s next? Premarital hand holding? Think of the children.” Jason exclaims, dramatically pointing to Damian who at this point had been ignoring the ruckus Jason was causing. 

“Jason, you’re awful and you’re being extremely dramatic.” 

“Dick, you don’t exactly have any room to talk in that department.”

“Yeah, Mr. Pretty Man Down, Baby Bird has a point.” Jason says smugly as he offers Tim a fist bump which Tim reciprocates by shaking Jason's fist, a joking smile on his face. Jason snorts as if getting the joke or whatever movie reference this was from. 

Tim's face folds into a barely held back smile. The laughter bubbling in the back of his throat straining his features. “I will say it is really funny that they didn’t recognize Damian.” 

“You know how they are. They probably came up with something like the whole Damian being Bruce’s kid was actually just a cover up for Dick.” Somewhere in the background Damian makes a very displeased noise but Dick can't be bothered to lift his head to check. 

“Please no. That doesn’t even-”

“Here’s one, NEWS: Dick Grayson-Wayne’s Baby Mama? Who is this mysterious woman?” Tim reads out flatly. 

“The PR team is going to kill me. No, wait. Y/n is going to kill me first.”

“She won’t. She probably finds this hilarious.”

“How would she even find this funny?”

“Well, she does enjoy your suffering- Oh shit. This one might piss her off.” Jason clears his throat, sliding back into the newsreel voice. “DICK GRAYSON, HANDSOME PLAYBOY - WITH YET ANOTHER GIRLFRIEND - WILL HE EVER SETTLE DOWN?”

Dick is half tempted to throw his own tablet at the wall. What did he do to deserve this? You certainly don’t.  

“Hey, at least, they called you handsome.” Tim laughs placatingly. It doesn’t work, of course. 

Dick looks up at his little brother ruefully. “Oh yeah because the stuff about my looks was definitely the issue.” 

“Well considering your morning routine...”

“I haven’t even been on a date so who are these other girlfriends?!”

“Well, me and Jason thought the same thing.” Tim shoots down sneering. When did his sweet baby brother turn to the dark side? Likely, Jason’s influence but deep down he knows Tim has always been capable of evil. Jason is cackling proudly. 

“I don't see why you're concerning yourself with this drivel.” Damian says, swiping the tablet right in front of Dick forcing him to look up. Dick smiles at him wearily. “Dami, it’s a little hard when a photo of me kissing y/n on the cheek is plastered everywhere with weird headlines.” Damian tilts his head considering it but he shakes his head muttering something about pointlessness. 

“Goddammit, Disco Stick!” The sound  of your voice ringing out into the bunker sends their banter crashing to a halt. Dick feels his heart jump to his throat. He-- This was how he was going to die and for once  he wasn’t sure he deserved it or not. You stand at the doorway haloed in bright light. At least, his angel of death would be the prettiest one, he thinks-- all the oxygen leaving his lungs. 

Crumpled in your fist was a newspaper. Dick can feel his brothers take a step back as you draw near. Your footfalls were as steady as a pulse which made Dick’s own heart rate ratchet up. Your face is carefully impassive the way it always is when your anger was dosed with something else. Dick is sincerely hoping Jason is right about you being amused by the headlines. 

You stop in front of him, eyes narrowed and jaw tight. You glower down at him frankly looking murderous before you snort and your face breaks into a smile. The thick tension in the air dissipates and the room releases its collective breath. The smile on your face grows even brighter. Nope, this is how Dick dies, his breath catching in his lungs as his mind fizzes out from the sight of your smile. 

“I’m sorry?” Dick lifts himself off the table just barely, still bracing for any sudden wave of anger that will, justifiably, roll over you at some point.  

You lean your body on to the spot next to him, letting the table support your weight. Straightening the newspaper in your hands, you frown. “I look terrible in this.”

“You look beautiful.” Dick blurts out. You raise your brow at him incredulously. Jason folds over trying to hold back laughter, his shoulders trembling. Tim just shrinks from second hand embarrassment. 

“No, she is correct. She looks repulsive.” Damian says flatly as he snatches the paper from you.

You let out a breathy laugh. “To be fair, anyone would look repulsive next to professional pretty boy Dickie Wayne.” There was no sharpness in your teasing. You look at the photo over Damian’s shoulder. It was a cute photo actually. Dick’s arm loops around your shoulder as he gives you a kiss on your cheek as Damian blanches at Dick’s very public display of affection. It was hilariously easy to see where they got the idea that you two were a couple. You weren’t. You haven’t been for awhile.  The thought wrenches something a dull ache inside you. You flatten your lips preventing the edges from dipping into a frown. 

A look crosses between Jason and Tim. Tim leans over, asking in a hushed whisper, “I thought they were back together.”

“Dunno they act like it.” Jason shrugs watching your movement. As if to prove his point, you and Dick lean into each other’s space as you bicker about the merits of Gothamite photographers. Jason is half tempted to shove you two together.  

“What are you two talking about?” You ask, finally leaning away from Dick. 

“Nothing-”

“They were pondering the state of your relationship. I myself have been pondering it.”

For a moment, your eyes meet. For a moment, you are back in a drab hotel in Moscow. For a moment, you are crying your heart out in his arms trying to push him away. 

You click your teeth and stare Damian in the eyes not entirely sure what kind of emotions they were betraying. “We were a thing.” Damian’s brow shoots up. You hear someone’s hand slap against their forehead. 

You flush wanting to  disappear but hold your stance. You hear Dick chuckle beside you as he stands shoulder to shoulder with you. Something in you eases with the closeness, like a gap being filled. “We used to be a couple.” Dick supplies, saving you from your flailing. You tap your finger against the back of his hand as a silent thank you. He taps yours twice in reciprocation. You look down trying to hide a smile. 

Jason and Tim look at each other again and nod. 

“We should probably go.” Jason says carrying Damian under his arm.    

“Todd, unhand me! We are not done here!”

“We’ll see you two later.” Tim waves giving Dick a knowing smile. Dick’s heart jumps up to his throat while his stomach drops to the floor. Is this really the time for his brother’s to play cupid? 

You lean in, letting your body press into Dick’s side as you listen to their footsteps fade away. Your head settling on his shoulder hand bracing you against the workbench. You let the stillness settle and make everything around you more solid. 

Dick shifts a bit, his fingers lacing in with yours. The gesture makes your heart twinge, the chasm in your chest yawning with longing. You swallow. The air is thick with unspoken words like smoke clogging up your lungs. You think that if you could just pluck the right one out of thin air, you could clear the air. 

‘I love you’ itches in the back of your throat but what right did you have to say that to him even after all this time. 

Beside you, Dick is smiling and relishing your presence. The silver glint of your earring winking at him from beneath your hair. He had gotten you that on your first date, a little souvenir you got to commemorate the occasion.  

Dick pivots in front of you making your breath catch. His free hand brushing your hair behind your ear revealing the silver robin on your ear. Silver robins. You had at the time laughed at the absurdity of it but here they were years later. Dick’s hands settle on either side of you boxing you in against the table. Even when he’s got you trapped like this, you feel at ease knowing Dick would never hurt you. Dick leans his forehead against yours, his fingers still intertwined with yours. Your pulse is loud in your ears. You lean your forehead against his, eyes sliding close soaking up the contact. 

“It’s always been you.” Dick says breathlessly. The words do not register, too dreamlike in their conception. You always hoped and wished that you could take it back, that you had never left, that he would love you the same way he did before but you were never foolish enough to hold on to things like that with both hands. Yet here Dick was whispering things that you only let yourself dream of. 

“It’s always been you.” He repeats as if the repetition could make it more real. You swallow the lump in your throat trying to find your voice but you’re afraid that once you speak, the room would  catch fire and the dream would dissolve into harsh reality. 

Dick gently cups your face and for a moment you let yourself be lost in the sea of blue. The stinging in your eyes makes you blink even if you don’t want to. You lick your lips as if somewhere on them were the right words. 

You can’t even fathom the combination of words that could encapsulate the cocktail of longing and love you felt for him. 

Your tongue darts out, wetting your bottom lip as your eyes focus on his lips. You swallow again your throat feeling thick even as you lean into his space, pushing off the work bench. Your nose rubbing against his, his long lashes fluttering against your cheek and tickling your skin. Dick leans in, his lips on yours, the pressure barely enough to make contact. You twitch forward, lips melting against his.  The world around you stills and disintegrates leaving only him in its wake. 

The kiss is all tender softness, a promise of love and loyalty quietly exchanged between you. A delicate push and pull. Undemanding yet uncompromising in its gentle intensity. 

You both pull back, only barely. Your skins still thrum with hunger for contact. Dick leans in again, his lips brushing against yours making them tingle at the sensation. Murmured breaths exchanged between you. This time you both find the right words. 

Dick turning to reader seeing the familiar glint of her earing

“I still love you.” 

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I was thinking it was just them in the cave standing next to each others fingers twining with each other leaning into each other's space

he brushes the strands of her hair away

After brushing her hair away he presses his forehead against hers and he just kind of comes out with it

like he'd been holding back on saying it but couldn't anymore

 Why not have the reader do something like this?

What if she nudges her nose against his? Or rubs her nose against his, like an Eskimo kiss? And it’s silent, her eyelashes flutter against his cheek. They say in Inuit, when you feel eyelashes stroke on your skin like that, it’s a way of saying “I love you” without actually saying it.

And maybe Dick knows that? Without her actually saying the words and he just smiled and captures her lips in a delicate kiss. And when they pull back, they both say it at the same time against each other’s lip, all hushed and murmured?

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You’re Mines Still (Erik X Reader)

“They say time heals She can't see her life without me, she's so blind still Fuck that nigga, you can tell him that you're mines still” - Yung Bleu feat. Drake

A/N: heyyyy y’all! Back from the dead again! 🤣 here to drop my shit and dip as always. I’m trying to stop that, I swear. Hennyways, I wanna put a disclaimer here: I have nothing against MBJ. I couldn’t care less about the nigga but I thought it’ll be interesting to have this nigga as the boyfriend, instead of making a character up in contrast to Erik. I think it’s perfect because I’m pretty sure they’re two completely different niggas. And I know “mines” isn’t proper English but I’m going with the title of the song so don’t start with me 😂😂😂 Aight imma let y’all read lol. Hope you enjoy it!

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You were doing it again.

You found yourself observing your boyfriend Michael, and comparing him to your ex, Erik. Right now, Michael came into the kitchen and gave you a swift kiss on the cheek to say good morning. It was sweet and nice but Erik would’ve grabbed you by the waist, pulled you in for a long, juicy kiss, followed by a smack on the ass. You found yourself low-key missing that, but you moved on so you had to let that go.

“Michael?”

“Yes, cookie?”

You held yourself back from rolling your eyes. It was a cute nickname, but ever since you told him your favorite dessert was chocolate chip cookies, here this nigga go, making it your nickname.

You shook your head. “Never mind.”

“You seem so distant, babe. What’s on your mind?” He asked from his seat at the table.

You avoided eye contact with him. “Nothing. I’ve just been tired.”

He snorted at this. “It’s because you work too much. I told you to chill.” He got up from the table and kissed you on the cheek. “Alright, I’ll see you later. I gotta go to the office.”

“Bye.” You said faintly as he walked out of the door. That was another thing. Erik could tell when something was bothering you and knew you avoided eye contact when you were lying. Michael just let anything you tell him slide. At this point, you could have a gunshot wound in your stomach and tell him you were fine and he’ll believe it.

You sighed deeply and got your things together so you could go back to your place. Michael asked you to move in with him, but you knew you weren’t ready for that. Not with him.

On your way to your apartment, you remembered you needed to do some grocery shopping, so you pulled up to the supermarket and pulled out your list of essentials on your notes app. The supermarket wasn’t too busy, thank God. You were able to weave back and forth through the aisles with ease. You got to the soup aisle and the broth you needed was all the way on the top shelf. You looked to the side to make sure no one would see you embarrass yourself. Before you could climb, a man’s arm reached up, grabbed the carton of broth, and handed it to you.

You smiled softly. “Thank you so much. I was about to embarrass myself climbing this shelf.”

“I could see that.” The man replied in a familiar voice that caused you to break your neck to look at him.

“Erik....” you breathed nervously once your eyes fell on him. He was still fine as always. The day you run into him, he would be wearing a white t-shirt and grey sweatpants. An outfit that gets any girl’s faucet running. You wanted to sneak a glance, but you stopped yourself because you knew he would catch it.

He licked his bottom lip and looked you up and down. Damn him.

“Hey ma...it’s been a while.”

You nodded, looking down at your shopping cart. “Yeah, it has....”

“You still fine as hell.” Erik cracked a smirk and you were getting more and more nervous under his gaze. What the fuck is wrong with you?

You decided to breathe and ignore his statement. “How have you been, Erik?”

He rubbed the back of his neck, which something he always did when he was nervous. Holy shit, he was nervous around you. Why did that bring a pang of joy into your heart?

“I’ve been chilling. I'm still an architect. Still designing houses and getting people to buy them. It’s been aight. I’ve been successful.”

You gave him a genuine smile. “That’s good. I’m glad everything is going good in your career.”

“Yeah, it is. If only you were with me to see it all.”

You sighed deeply, shaking your head. “Erik-“

“I should’ve never let you go, Y/N. You were a good ass woman and you motivated me. I know I messed up but-“

“Erik, I’m kinda seeing someone else right now.” You spat out, preventing him from continuing the monologue he had going. He seemed taken aback by your outburst. Then came denial, anger, sadness, and acceptance all on his face.

“I’m sorry, Erik but I have a new boyfriend now. His name is Michael and he’s great. I figured you should know that.”

Erik let out a dry laugh in response and held his hands up in defense. “Yeah, you know what? I should’ve. A woman like you, of course, a nigga gonna snatch you up. That’s my fault. I hope he treats you well.”

“He does.” You swallowed hard and pushed your cart forward. “You take care of yourself, Erik. I’ll see you around.”

You didn’t wait for a reply. You just continued pushing until you heard his voice.

“You too, Princess.”

You stopped in your tracks for a bit, hearing that nickname for the first time in forever but you continued on your journey, refusing to look back at your ex.

You wrapped up your grocery store trip and went home. Even while you were cooking for your new man, Erik was still on your mind. You couldn’t help but think about all the times you had with him. One memory came back to you and you cringed. The night you two broke up.

“All you can think about are these damn houses! What about our house, Erik?!?!” You screamed coming closer to him, with your fists clenched. “What about all the shit you promised me?!”

“You’re still getting it, Princess! I promise!” He tried to pull you in a hug, but you pushed him away. All you saw was red. You didn’t want him touching you. You stuck a finger in his face.

“Bullshit! I’m tired of your empty-ass promises! I’m better than this! I’m better just being your damn girlfriend for all these years! It’s either you’re wanna be with me forever or you don’t! It’s that simple!”

Erik gathered up all the anger building to yell back. “No! It ain’t that simple! You just don’t get it.” Your angry demeanor softened at his words and you took a seat on the leather sofa. You wanted to cry because this shit was so fucking frustrating. You looked up at him with all the sincerity you could muster.

“Help me get it, Erik. Please. Because I just don’t.”

Erik took your trembling hands into his larger hands. “I just...I just don’t see myself as your husband right now. I got a lot of shit to work out before I can make that type of commitment to you, ma. I just need you to understand that and stick with me. I’m not saying it’s never going to happen. I’m just saying now’s not the right time.”

As much as you tried to prevent it, it happened. Tears were rolling down your cheeks. Erik began wiping them off, but you backed away.

“You keep saying that. When is the right time, huh? When?” You asked then sneered once you saw that once again, he couldn’t supply you an answer. “Just admit it, Erik. You don’t want to marry me. You don’t want to get a house with me, you don’t want to have kids with me. You don’t...” you swallowed hard, trying to find the strength to say this. “You don’t want forever with me. Now I get it.”

Erik shook his head vigorously as you rose from the sofa and he grabbed your hand. “No, baby girl! You’re not getting it! I love you! I love you so much! Please!”

You used your free hand to wipe some more of your tears. “You don’t love me the way I love you, Erik. I’ve been dying to be your wife, but you don’t want to be my husband. So I’m not gonna waste time with you when I can find someone who will.”

You released yourself from the grip he had on you, both figuratively and literally, and packed all your shit up. Despite the protests and guilt-tripping coming from Erik, you still made it your mission to get the fuck out of his apartment and get the fuck out of his life.

After mourning and healing from the loss of your long-term relationship, you met Michael. He was a nice man who looked similar to Erik but was completely different, personality-wise. Your friends noticed how much Michael looked like Erik, but they decided not to bring it up because they knew you would deny it. You were in denial, convinced it was all a coincidence. Deep down, you knew damn well he looked like Erik.

However, he was nothing like him and you thought that would work out in your favor. It didn’t.

You laid wide awake in Michael’s bed. He fell asleep after one round of sex and you were not satisfied. The sex was good, but one round??? Erik used to go at least 3 a night. Erik also would spoon, but Michael was turned away from you, snoring away. Your phone buzzed on your nightstand and you picked it up to see a text from your ex. You sat up in shock and opened it.

Erik:

Ik I shouldn’t b but I can’t stop thinkin bout u. I never stopped.

You took a deep breath and fixed your thumbs to respond.

You:

I’m with someone else, Erik. U gotta respect that.

Erik:

I do I just don’t like it. Can we at least be friends?

You contemplated your answer, then constructed a text back.

You:

Fine. We’ll be friends.

Erik:

With benefits? 👀

This caused you to stifle a laugh that would’ve been loud enough to wake up your boyfriend.

You:

Lmao no! Just friends, Erik.

Erik:

Lol I’ll take what I can get. Good night, Princess ❤️

After that last text, you were smiling yourself to sleep. It didn’t take long for Erik to invite you to group outings with mutual friends to eventually just you and him. It felt wrong but felt so right at the same time. You were alone in Michael’s apartment once again when Erik hit you up asking if you would like to see a house he built that was being pulled off the market. You agreed since you had nothing else to do. It’s just a house.

Needless to say, The house was gorgeous.

“Shittttt look at this fucking closet!” You cooed, entering the large walk-in closet in the master bedroom, and turned around to look at Erik with an enormous smile on your face. “Erik! You did that shit! This is my dream house! If I had the money, I would buy it right now!”

Erik chuckled with his arms folded. “It’s already bought, Princess.”

You scrunched up your face in disappointment as you stood against the marble island table in the middle of the room. “Ughh for real? I bet they don’t even like it like that!”

“Nah...I do.” He walked up to you slowly.

It didn’t click for your slow ass what he just said. “Of course you like it. You designed it.”

“Nah, we designed it.”

A record scratch went off in your head and you turned to see Erik right next to you. You gazed into his eyes to see an emotion you couldn’t describe. He saw confusion in yours.

“You ain’t noticed how this house is exactly your dream house? Everything you wanted in a house is right here. Baby girl, after you left me, all I could think about you and us and how I fucked us up. I was designing other houses and buildings, but there’s one that was most important to me that I never focused on and that was ours. I remembered our discussions and you didn’t know it, but I took notes of everything we wanted in a house. I finally had the motivation to get it designed, built, and bought.”

Erik built a house for you. He actually listened to you. Even when you thought he wasn’t, he was listening to every detail of what you wanted. You had so many questions to ask, but you were speechless. What were you supposed to say to this?

“I don’t want you to think I was on some creepy nigga shit because I wasn’t. It’s just that this design was gonna go to waste and I was going to let them sell it to the highest bidder, but I just couldn’t. This house was the last piece of you I had left. If I sold it, it was like me officially giving up on the possibility of us. I still had that hope. I’m a stupid ass nigga, I know.”

Your right hand grasped his left hand and he finally spared you a glance to see unshed tears in your eyes.

“I wanted this....from you....for so long. For so long! Why are you giving it to me now?! When I have someone else?!” You threw his hand out of frustration and exited the closet. You didn’t make it far. You just went into the master bedroom and cried your eyes out. You waited so long for this and he’s giving it to you now? When Michael was in the picture? Well, It’s too damn late.

Erik got on his knees and grasped your knees. You stared at him through the tears in your eyes.

“I know you’re building a life with this nigga, but stop. Stop that shit. You know he ain’t the one for you. Fuck that nigga. You’re mines still.” Erik was pleading with you. He began to shed a tear. Holy shit, he meant every word. “Baby, I’m on my knees. Take me back.”

Your ex began planting tender kisses on your knees and traveled up to your thighs, still holding you. Your heart raced at his actions, but you didn’t want him to stop. You missed him. You missed him so damn much. As much as you tried to lie to yourself, you still loved him.

“Erik, get up.”

He obeyed and you took his face in your hands, caressing the sides.

“You’re such a fucking manipulative motherfucker and I hate that I love you so fucking much.”

Erik took your hands into his and kissed the insides. “I ain’t trying to manipulate you, baby. I swear I’m not. I love you and I just wanted you to know that I heard you. You just wanted a nigga to show you that he was serious about you. I get it. While you were gone, I focused on myself and fixed myself because I admit I was dragging my ass with doing that while we were together. It was because I thought you were here to stay so I had all the time in the world to get my shit together. When you left, I saw that I was wrong. I was wrong as fuck.”

You didn’t say anything. You just let him keep talking.

“I love you, baby. All I’m asking for is a second chance to make this right, but if you say no, I’ll sell this house and leave you alone for good. I swear on my Pops’ grave, I’ll leave you the fuck alone, Y/N.” His words were so heartfelt. “I don’t wanna go unless you make me.”

You were hyperventilating through your tears, then a smile formed across your face. “Erik, I love you. I love you so much, baby.”

Erik tackled you with frequent kisses on your lips and it turned into a whole passionate make-out session. He planted kisses all over your neck while he unbuttoned your blouse and you could feel his hard dick through his pants.

“Fuck. I missed this. I missed us.” You breathed when his lips met yours, once again.

“I missed us too, baby.” Erik rested his forehead against yours and stared into your eyes with so much love. “Be my wife.”

You backed away from him and furrowed your eyebrows. “What?”

“You heard me. Marry me, baby. I don’t wanna waste any more time.” He saw the look on your face and his joyful expression turned somber. “You don’t want to marry me?”

You shook your head. “It’s not that, Erik. I always wanted to but just because we getting back together doesn’t mean I wanna rush into a marriage. We gotta fix us first. We can’t even fix us right now because I still have to break up with Michael.”

Erik put a hand through his hands and blew air out of his mouth. “You right.”

“And the way you asked sucked.” You deadpanned but found yourself laughing afterward and he face palmed himself. “Seriously? After all this time, I deserve a better proposal than that.”

Erik chuckled and placed a soft kiss on your lips. “You right. Once again. Imma do better.”

And when he said he would do better, you knew he wasn’t just talking about the proposal.

“You better. I ain’t giving you a third chance. This ain’t baseball!”

This caused him to guffaw, pull you into a tight, loving embrace, and kissed you once again. He had a grin on his face that rivaled the Cheshire cat.

“You’re mines still,” Erik said as a statement and a question.

“Yep. I never stopped being yours, baby boy.”

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Hate is a Strong Word (Bucky Barnes)

Summary: Bucky x Y/N attends a therapy session after a mission gone wrong. You both love getting on each other’s nerves and after warnings from the rest of the Avengers, you don’t listen.

A/N: I've had this fic in my drafts for like two months and I don't know why I haven't posted it so here it is. Hope you enjoy it. Also, requests are open so If you have a fic in mind feel free to send it.

Ever since you joined the avengers you’ve always gotten along with everyone except with the one and only Bucky Barnes. You two were complete opposites, Bucky was very reserved and only really opened up to certain people while you were outgoing and loved to talk. When Bucky was under Hydra’s control, he was tasked to assassinate a man who threatened Hydra but your parents were killed in the crossfire. They were just at the wrong place at the wrong time. Nobody aside from Steve and Tony knew you knew about Bucky killing your parents. Despite knowing that you didn’t hold it against Bucky because he wasn’t himself.

After a mission gone wrong due to you two bickering, you ended up in therapy with Bucky. Tony thought it would be a good idea to clear the air between you two and make sure nothing like what happened, happened again. You and Bucky really didn’t want to do it but it wasn’t like you had any other choice. So there you were, sitting next to each other in a very dull room with a woman sitting across from you.

“Y/N, Bucky, I am Dr. Raynor. I will be your therapist. So tell me why you’re here today?”

As you prepared for your mission, Nat and Wanda came into your room. “Ready?” Wanda asked as they took a seat on your bed.

“Yeah, almost just a few more things,” you responded as you rummaged through your drawers.

“Are you and Barnes going to be okay?” Nat asked raising her brow

“What do you mean?” you asked confused

“Look, we've all noticed your hostility towards each other. It can go either two ways, you end up dead or between the sheets,” the read head raised her brow giving you a knowing look.

“First of all eww, I would never. Second of all, I’m not an idiot. We may argue a lot but we don’t let that get in between the job,” You responded with a serious look on your face

“Okay, if you say so,” she said, not believing you. Before you had a chance to respond, F.R.I.D.A.Y spoke over the intercom.

“Ms. y/l/n, Mr. Barnes would like to know if you are ready to go?”

“Can you tell him I need ten more minutes,” you responded, taking the opportunity to get him annoyed since you were already ready.

“He will not like that,” F.R.I.D.A.Y said

“I know,” you smirked. You sat on your bed waiting for ten minutes to pass. You knew Bucky hated when you took too long which is why you always did.

“You know he’s gonna come looking for you,” Wanda said to you

“No he won’t, he’ll just brood the entire way there,” you smiled.

“I don’t understand you two. There is some sexual tension there and you bicker to hide it,” Nat said confused but yet understood the nature of your relationship with Bucky. As much as you hated to admit it she was partially right. After chatting with Wanda and Nat for 10 minutes, you got up and made your way to the jet where Bucky was already waiting for you.

“What took you so long?” he asked annoyed

“Calm down grumpus, I had to take care of something,” you quickly defended yourself.

**Flashback**

“Because our “boss” is an arrogant ass and enjoys punishing us,” you said rolling your eyes.

“Mr. Stark brought me up to speed on your situation. So who would like to start?” she asked you and Bucky but neither of you answered. “No volunteers?” she asked looking at the two of you completely uninvested. “Okay then, y/n why don’t you start? Why does Bucky aggravate you?” she asked looking in your direction.

“I don’t know, we just can’t stand each other,” you answered

“Look the only way this will work is if you communicate,” Dr. Raynor said

“There’s nothing to communicate so I’m not sure what you want me to say,” you responded

“Okay, what about you Bucky? Why is it that you and y/n don’t get along?” she turned to Bucky who was fidgeting with his fingers.

“As she said, we just don’t,” he said coldly

“Okay, do you trust each other?” she asked

“I trust him, when it counts,” you responded feeling his eyes on you

“What she said,” he responded

“Okay, so tell me about the incident that happened during your mission,” she asked you both.

“We were supposed to gather some information on someone we’ve been trying to apprehend, it was supposed to be easy, ” you said, remembering the events that lead you here.

*Flashback*

“Are you going to be brooding the whole mission?” you asked him, making eye contact with Bucky, but he didn’t respond.

“I guess that answers my question,” you muttered

“So what’s the plan?” Bucky spoke

“He speaks,” you said, “We go in, get what we need, then get out,” you simply said, putting in the earpiece.

“So no plan,” he rolled his eyes

“That is the plan, it’s an easy mission. Just try not to get caught,” you responded.

‘Easier said than done,” he muttered

“Look we go in, you distract and I’ll use this handy flash drive to upload all their files into our servers. Quick and easy,” you explained

“Why do I have to distract them? You do it,” Bucky said

“Because you’re an old man and that doesn’t know how to use technology,” you said rolling your eyes

“I do know how to use technology, for your information,” Bucky said annoyed

“Barely,” you mumbled to yourself.

“Just hurry,” he said. You made your way over to the networking room, making sure nobody saw you or followed you. Once you made it inside you plugged in the drive downloading all the files onto it. “How we doing?” you heard over the comms.

“It’s downloading,” you said.

“Can you hurry it up?” he asked

“No, I can’t. If I hurry the files won’t properly transfer, meaning we would fail the mission and I don’t fail. So shut up and let me work,” You said as you continued typing.

“Work faster,” Bucky said causing you to roll your eyes at him. “I hate you,” you muttered thinking he wouldn’t hear you.

“Feeling’s mutual,” he said back. After a couple of minutes of silence, you heard Bucky speak. “Y/n, you got incoming,”

“I thought I told you to distract them,” you said frustrated.

“There’s only so much stalling I can do. I’m on my way to you,” he said. You tried to work faster but it was useless. The files still had about 10 percent to go, which seemed to go by slowly. You heard the doorknob move, pulling out your gun and pointing it towards it. The door was swung open only to reveal Bucky. “Easy there,” he said. “Jesus, Barnes a little warning next time. I could’ve shot you,” you rolled your eyes. “Trust me doll, you couldn’t even if you tried,” he smirked

“You wanna test that theory out?” you said annoyed.

“Later, right now we gotta get the hell out of here,” he said hurrying you.

“It’s not done,” you said pointing to the screen, only 6 percent left.

“Just leave it. We got enough,” Bucky urged you.

“No, it’s almost done. We can get it all,” you said turning back to the computer.

“Why do you have to be so goddamn stubborn?” he said under his breath. “I’ll keep watch, hurry,” he said going back to the door to make sure nobody was coming.

“Shit, y/n we have to leave,” he said as he saw guards turning the corner and making their way to you.

“Wait, it’s almost done,” you said.

“Y/n, now!” Bucky yelled at you.

“Okay I got it,” you said pulling out the drive. “Told you I could do it,” you said. As you were about to exit the room, gunshots started. Bucky pulled you back inside but you were already hit in the arm. “Shit, what the hell?” you cursed looking at your bleeding arm. “Now you see why I was hurrying you?” Bucky asked

“Now is not the time, Barnes,” you yelled at him, putting pressure on your arm.

“Why because I was right and you can’t handle me being right?” he asked

“Can we just get the hell out without dying?” you said

“Can you use your gun?” he asked

“Yeah,” you said groaning in pain. Bucky was the first one to peak out the door, gunshots still firing. He started firing back landing a few shots. You went after him, firing as many shots as you could. Your arm bleeding out more as you moved. After killing most of them, there were only two men left. “I’m out,” Bucky said looking at the empty clip. “Me too,” you said back. Bucky pulled out the knife from his side pocket. He started fighting the two men, landing a few stikes on them. Eventually, the two men were on the ground. “Not bad,” you said a small smile forming. “Is that a compliment?” he raised his brow. “Never,” you shook your head smirking. “Are you okay?” he furrowed his brows. You were clearly losing a lot of blood. “Is that worry I sense?” you chuckled dryly. “Never,” he smiled at you. “Let get out of here before more of them come,” Bucky said looking back at the unconscious men.

**END FLASHBACK**

“You know thinking about it, I’m not really sure how we screwed up. I mean we got what we went there for. There might’ve been some unprecedented events but we still got what we needed,” you tried to defend yourself.

“I think it’s not really about the mission itself it’s more your relationship with each other,” Dr. Raynor said

“I’m not really sure what kind of relationship you are referring to, but like we’ve said we just can’t stand each other,” you said.

“Why do you think that is?”

“I tried to be nice when I first joined the Avengers but cyborg over here was a complete ass so I stopped trying to be nice,” You explained

“Mr. Barnes, you have anything to say?” she looked at Bucky. Bucky stayed silent not wanting to partake in the conversation.

“See? Complete ass,” you said shaking your head in annoyance. “You know what, I’m done. This is completely useless, you can give us the okay to go back on missions or you can’t I don’t care,” you said as you stood up and left the room. You got outside and let out a breath, tired from that useless therapy session. After about twenty minutes Bucky finally got outside. “You know I don’t hate you or anything,” Bucky said causing you to turn to look at him. “What?” you asked confused

“Fourteen years ago, I was sent to kills someone. There was a couple that saw so I had to kill them too. I remember their names. When you joined and saw your last name I knew it wasn’t a coincidence. I killed your parents, and I’m sorry,” Bucky said avoiding your eyes.

“I know,” you said softly

“You know?” he asked confused

“Yeah, I’ve read your file. Everyone you’ve killed while under Hydra’s control, every single person,” you said

“Why didn’t you ever say anything?”

“Because I know that wasn’t you. And being angry towards you wouldn’t bring them back,” you explained.

“I’m so sorry,” he apologized once again.

“I know,” you smiled warmly. “Come on, I need to eat,” you said as you started walking away. “This doesn’t make us friends right?” you stopped to ask.

“Never,” he smiled softly. “Good, we wouldn’t want that now,” you teased him.

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Dying in Your Arms

Requested: Yes @lediosa​

Request: The reader is a detective and Buck Barnes is helping her out on a case. The two eventually grow close and fall for each other but neither will confess to the other about their true feelings. Until the reader gets shot trying to protect Bucky and Bucky Barnes confesses his love for her while she dies in his arms. 

Genre: Angst but a little fluff sprinkled in. Mostly angst though.

Warnings: Major character death, swearing, gunshot wound

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Detective Reader

Characters: Bucky Barnes

Authors note: I did change up the ending just a little bit I hope that is okay. Also thanks for this awesome request. I also might be shit at writing action scenes so leave me your thoughts.

Word Count: 1528 

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You were stumped on this case and as much you hated admitting it you needed help. The only person you could think of to help you is James Barnes. You two are pretty close, having met him a couple years ago through a mutual friend, and he was an expert on the subject of your case... Hydra. You knew his history with them and you really didn’t want to have to ask this of him but you didn’t have any other option at this point.

“Hey, James” You say into the phone.

“Oh, hi Y/N. What can I do for you?”

“Am I not allowed to call my friend to just talk?”

“Sure you can but you normally text before making those kinds of calls.”

“What are you taking notes on my habits? Is there a quiz I don’t know about?”

“No, no quiz as far as I’m aware I just love to be prepared for those kinds of things you know.” He pauses taking a breath, “Y/N, as entertaining as your banter is there was a reason for this call wasn’t there.”

“Yeah there was. I need your help on a case, James.”

“What kind of case. Also call me Bucky.”

“The case is about an ex-Hydra agent. Why? I like James.”

“All my friends call me Bucky.” You knew that this was true but didn’t say anything. You had this same conversation every time you talked to each other. “I’ll be over in ten minutes.” 

“James, you live twenty minutes away.”

“I left as soon as you called.”

“See you in ten minutes then James.” You say hanging up the phone exhaling deeply. Ten minutes later there is a knock on your door. You quickly get up and run to the door opening it to let James in. “Hey, thanks for coming over on such short notice.”

“Of course not like I had anything better to do.” James grins.

“Well I’m glad I’m not taking you away from anything too important.”

“So who is it exactly that you are looking for Y/N?” James asks. You explain to him who you were looking for and all the other important details of the case. With James help you find the guy's location in a couple of hours.

“Thank you so much James!” You exclaim throwing your arms around James shoulders without thinking. “Sorry it’s just I’ve been working on this case for weeks with no leads and now we know where he is.” James chuckles in response, reciprocating the hug.

“It’s alright doll I’d never say no to one of your hugs.” You blush at the sudden use of a nickname. “Well when are we gonna get our guy.”

“Wait, you want to come with me to get this guy? I mean you are welcome to come, I just didn’t expect you to want to.”

“Of course I want to I mean first of all it’s Hydra and fuck those guys,” You chuckled a little at that, “and more importantly since they are Hyda you are gonna need some back up going in there.”

“I can Handle myself James.” 

“I know you can, I'm just saying you don’t have to. I got your back.”

“Well thank you James that means a lot.”

“For the love of god just call me Bucky.”

“Now James, where is the fun in that.” You smirk causing him to roll his eyes. “In all seriousness though, we should go to the warehouse he is using tomorrow feel free to crash here tonight.” 

“Why would I do that when I have a perfectly good house of my own?” You give him that look that mothers give to their children when they know they are lying.

“James I didn’t mention it earlier out of respect for you but you look like shit.”

“Wow thanks.”

“Let me finish. You look like you haven’t slept in a couple of days. Maybe being in a more homey environment would help.” 

“Okay fine you do have a point there.”

“I am usually right about these things.” You stand up looking down at him. “It’s getting late though and I’m tired so I’m gonna go to bed. I set the guest room up for you. See in the morning.” You begin to exit the room. 

“How did you know I would be staying before I got here?”

“James, you left your house as soon as I called you. Of course you were staying the night. Now get some rest you need it.” You call over your shoulder with a grin.

“Hey, don’t make me sound so desperate!”

“Just telling it like it is!”

The next morning the two of you got ready to go to the warehouse.

“Are you almost ready?” James asked as he walked over to you. 

“Yeah...yeah absolutely.”

“Hey what’s wrong?”

“Oh it’s probably nothing, I just have a Bad feeling like something is gonna go wrong.”

“Well I’m sure everything will turn out fine.”

“Yeah I’m sure you're right I’m probably overthinking it.” The two of you make your way to the car. The drive was quiet, the comfortable kind of quiet that only happens when you are around very specific people...the kind of quiet that happens when you are with the people you love. “Oh and James.” You say as you pull into the parking lot of the warehouse.

“Yeah?”

“Don’t kill anyone unless absolutely necessary.”

“I make no promises, Doll.” You blush there was that nickname again you had to admit it was growing on you. 

“Please James, I was hired to get information not to kill him. Even if he does deserve it.”

 “Okay, but only because you asked nicely.”

“Thank you!” You grin at his response. As you walk into the warehouse you hear multiple voices talking. The two of you walked towards the voices stopping and hiding behind a shipping container near were the people were. You take out the recording device you brought turning it on. The men talk for about twenty minutes before all hell breaks loose and it was your fault. You wanted to get closer to make sure the recording was clear enough to make out the information but you weren’t looking where you were going causing you to trip over some scrap metal causing a massive crash. This led to you attracting every person in the room's attention. Soon enough you and James were surrounded by five men with guns and knives. “Shit! James, we can kill them now we have the information we need.”

“I was planning on it, Doll.” James shoots back lunging at one of the men. He takes down three of the men with ease in hand to hand combat, his metal arm coming in handy. You on the other hand were struggling with two of the men at once. Hand to hand combat was not your strong suit. You finally pinned one of them to the ground and knocked him out when you suddenly felt burning pain shoot through your right leg effectively keeping you on the ground. You flip over onto your back to look up at your assailant. As James finishes with his three men he hears another gunshot and a scream and his heart drops. James pulls out his own shooting, the only other man standing in the head before running over to you.

“Told you I had a bad feeling James.” You look down at your injuries, one bullet had hit your leg, the other entered right below your ribs. You realized you were not gonna survive these wounds and help would not get here fast enough. James kneels down next to you. 

“How many times do I need to tell you to call me Bucky?” James says moving your head to his lap while putting pressure on your wound.

“Only your friends call you Bucky” You mumble.

“Are we not friends?”

“Yeah we are…but uhh I guess I always wanted to be more.”

“You should have told me sooner I love you you idiot.”

“I know bad timing right?” Your voice is barely above a whisper. “I love you too James.” You start coughing slightly. 

“Hey, hey everything's gonna be okay you hear me I am not losing you not tonight.” James tells you. 

“It’s okay James. It’s gonna be okay I’m okay you want to know why?” You grinned slightly looking up at him seeing tears in his eyes slowly raising your hand to whip them away.

“Why?” He asks.

“Because at least I’m dying in your arms, the arms of someone I love and who I know loves me.”

“No, no you’re not dying please. Please don’t leave me not yet.” he begs looking into your eyes. You gesture for him to lean down which he does and give him a light fleeting kiss. You had lost too much blood and you knew it, it was getting harder and harder to stay awake. You give James the biggest smile you could muster in your weakened state. 

“Goodbye Bucky. I love you.” you mutter before closing your eyes. Before you completely lose consciousness you hear James’s response.

“Love you too.”

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S1E2 A Touch of Evil

alternate title: all the out of pocket shit that happens in each episode of Riverdale part 2

I did this instead of my child studies homework. you're welcome <3

CW for adult/minor relationship

episode 2 opens with ANOTHER JUGHEAD MONOLOGUE and an alarmingly detailed shot of Jason Blossom's dead body (hot new info: he was shot in the head).

immediately after this we transition to shirtless Archie, who is feeling angsty because on July 4th he heard a gunshot but didn't say anything bc he'd been hooking up with his teacher at the time.

this is a good time to mention that obviously this is not a consensual relationship because he is a minor and she is an adult. thankfully, the show stops trying to make it aesthetic and cute and starts addressing how toxic and not-okay it is in this episode.

Betty is refusing to talk to Archie so instead he shows up at Ms Grundy's house (still with no shirt) to try to convince her that they need to tell the police what they heard. she tells him, "this is not a negotiation, Archie. if anybody knows that we were there, I could lose my job, you could be expelled, we could go to jail." there's.... a lot to unpack here, but thankfully Jughead does that for me later.

Betty's toxic mother Alice shows up to try to make her more upset with Archie and Veronica for "betraying her" over the weekend... which they did technically do when they kissed at a party, but Betty doesn't actually know that. Betty agrees with her and then goes to hang out with them anyway bc she's a girlboss.

Jughead shows up at Archie's locker to try to reconnect and there's really ominous music playing over the scene for no reason.

"what? sardonic humor is just my way of relating to the world" homie you need therapy shut up

Kevin has bounced back from finding Jason's body and is making sexual jokes about Archie again. also, he tells us that he's the sheriff's son, which is important later.

Veronica apologizes to Betty by sending her flowers and cupcakes and booking them a spa appointment, which is a really cute gesture until you remember they've been friends for two days.

the sheriff starts to tell the students that they've found Jason's body and that there's going to be an investigation over the loudspeaker, and Cheryl just steals the microphone from him to threaten the killer with the electric chair. honestly, good for her.

Archie and Cheryl are paired up for a frog dissection, and Archie offers to take the lead in case the dissection makes Cheryl uncomfortable. Cheryl responds, "why? you mean because my brother is being dissected with a blade just like this one, possibly at this very moment?" and then stabs the frog. I love her.

Kevin is hooking up with a guy called "Moose". just felt like you should know that.

Archie starts awkwardly singing at lunch, and Betty is so upset by this that she runs off. the feeling is mutual.

Jughead walks in on Archie and Ms Grundy making out in the music room, which they are doing despite the WINDOW INTO THE CLASSROOM.

Cheryl and Betty are hanging out, and Cheryl keeps asking questions about Betty's sister Polly, and eventually admits that she thinks Polly might be involved in Jason's murder. naturally, Betty responds by telling her, "Cheryl, get the hell out of my house before I kill you."

Archie tells Jughead what he heard on July 4th, prompting the first logical thought from any the main characters all episode: "a kid is dead, Archie!"

he also points out that, hey, she's not worried about your relationship, she's worried about GOING TO JAIL.

this scene smash cuts to Alice Cooper entering Betty's room with "sage, to banish the evil spirits!"

she then partially predicts the twist ending to the mystery of Jason's murder halfway through the second episode.

some football players ask Jughead if he's the killer, for no discernible reason other than that he wears dark colours.

"we're not gonna hug in front of this whole town. so why don't we do that bro thing where we nod like douches and mutually suppress our emotions?" Jughead please stop talking I stg

good news: it turns out that super talented musician and her girl group from the last episode is also the mayor's daughter. nepotism wins again!

bad news: we now have to watch a musical number and dance performance from Josie and the Pussycats and the cheer squad

Cheryl hallucinates that Archie is her brother bc apparently she's never seen another ginger play football before. this triggers a breakdown when Cheryl finally processes that Jason is truly gone. this scene actually made me tear up a little – for as bad questionable as the writing in this show is, the actors are very talented.

the next morning, Archie goes to tell the sheriff what he heard on July 4th, but the sheriff has already gone to arrest Cheryl (at school, for some reason). Jughead's narration tells us that Jason had not actually died on July 4th - he died over a week later.

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hartwin!

So I was at #9 when i LOST IT ALL so you get shorter answer T^T But if you are curious about a particular choice, ask me and I’ll elaborate. But tomorrow though xp

1. Coffee shop AU: Who is the barista, and who frequents the coffee shop?

Harry is the barista. The most handsome and well-dressed barista Eggsy has ever seen (and ok he’s not been to that many other coffee place, cause he’s a loyal costumer, Harry knows his order and sometime throws in a free scone).

2. Highschool/College AU: Who is the straight-A student, and who’s the backrow slacker?

Eggsy is the straight-A student. He wants to escape a life working for his step-father. There’s very little other way to do it.

As for Harry it’s not that he doesn’t care, but nothing really holds his interest, he hasn’t found a passion yet.

3. Rivals to loves AU: Who takes their rivalry seriously, and who is half in it just to push the other’s buttons?

Harry takes the rivalry seriously. Too seriously. He pretends he doesn’t, but all his friends know that he really does takes it seriously. Eggsy has gotten under his skin and Harry cannot stand it and he’s gonna win no matter what even if he’s not even sure anymore what their rivalry is all about.

Eggsy is mostly just trolling. In fact he would have stopped a long time ago, but for such a smart man, Harry is also an idiot and the only way to get his attention is by pushing his buttons. And ok, honestly, the challenge of it all is really fun. Weird way to flirt, but Eggsy guesses it could be worse.

4. Enemies to lovers AU: Which one switches sides? Ok so in this one I feel like Eggsy would take the first step into the path that leads them to ending up on opposite side of WHATEVER, after Harry saves him when he was younger.

Eggsy decides he wants to do like his hero and protect the innocent and joins the side he thinks is ‘right’. Maybe it is, maybe it isn’t.

But it’s not the sides Harry is on. And Harry remembers Eggsy. Realises that Eggsy also remembers him. And thinks that maybe he can turn Eggsy into a spy.

Except, it’s Eggsy and Eggsy is super loyal to his people. And truthfully, Harry doesn’t even know anymore why exactly he’s fighting for. He’s not sure if he cares about the fight at all in fact.

But he cares about Eggsy. So he ends up switching side. And it doesn’t matter to him if he ends up on the good side or the wrong, if both are actually morally ambiguous. As long as he gets to keep Eggsy safe for as long as possible.

5. Soulmate AU: Who is eager to meet their soulmate? Who absolutely does not want to meet their soulmate? Eggsy absolutely doesn’t want to meet their soulmate. Never.

Harry doesn’t particularly care either way. It would be nice to have someone else to care for cause he’s getting short on friends and loved ones, but that’s pretty much the extent of his thoughts on the matter.

6. Single parent AU: Which one is the single parent? (Alt. if they’re both single parents: Which one is open to starting a new relationship from the start? Which one is never planning on finding love again… Until they meet the other and are instantly smitten?)

Harry is the single parent.

And if they are both single parents, well Eggsy is the one ready for a new relationship. Harry is never planning on finding love again, since he’s pretty sure he never found it in the first place in fact. Well, in term of romantic love of course, cause he loves his child more than life itself.

7. Doctor AU: Which one is the longsuffering doctor? Which one is the patient? Harry is the longsuffering doctor. He’s not sure what Eggsy does for a living but the man sure is clumsy and OMG IS THAT A GUNSHOT WOUND? WHY ARE YOU AT MY FRONT DOOR AT TWO AM WITH A GUNSHOT WOUND AND NOT AT THE A&E?

Bloodloss might have made Eggsy kinda stupid, but it’s a good thing he decided to put his trust in Harry. Even if he get chewed out by Merlin for having looked up private information about a civilian when it wasn’t relevant to a case.

8. Bodyguard AU: Who is the bodyguard? Who are they protecting? Which one is secretly pining for the other? Eggsy is the bodyguard. Harry is the key witness to a case, but no one realises at first the extent of what actually he’s witnessed. It’s only when the threat on his life is definitely higher than Eggsy expected that he realises there’s something way more to this than they first thought.

Also THEY ARE BOTH PINING. WHAT IS THE POINT OF WRITING A STORY IF THERE IS NO MUTUAL PINING? (i’m mostly kidding)

9. Pirate AU: Who is the pirate? Who is the member of the royal family who did not sign up for this?

Harry is a Prince turned pirate. Eggsy is a pirate Prince who tried very hard to escape that life. Neither understands the other’s life choices. Also it’s Space Pirate AU because we need more space everything.

10. Childhood best friends AU: Which one was super obviously in love with the other the whole time? Who was oblivious until they were older?

BOTH ARE SUPER OBVIOUSLY IN LOVE AND BOTH ARE OBLIVIOUS BECAUSE MUTUAL PINING. MUTUAL PINING IS ALWAYS THE ANSWER. Love made them blind. And stupid. They are still 100% cute and there for each other. But they are convinced that they’re the only one in the relationship loving the other romantically.

It takes them living together as roommates for like 5 years, being friends with benefits for a while and then being quarantined together before they clued into the fact that “WAIT *YOU* LOVE *ME* TOO?”

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Partners? | ►Natasha x Reader◄

Summary: For some unknown reason Natasha doesn’t like Y/n and Y/n doesn't like Natasha, but what happens when Steve sends them on a mission together?

“Y/ln can I talk to you for a second?” Steve asked as he walked into the kitchen. “yeah of course, what do you need?” I said grabbing a few items to make a smoothie. “I can't make it on today’s mission...so I was going to ask if you could fill in for me” Steve said giving me the puppy eyes, knowing damn well I have a soft spot for him. “Sureeee, wait who’s on this mission anyways?” I asked raising my eyebrow. “well you know...umm” Steve said deflecting my question. “Steven Rogers who else is on this mission with me’’ I asked again a little more stern. “ok, ok Natasha she's also on the mission” Steve said trying to end this convo as soon as possible. “and besides its a recon mission all you and Nat have to do is sit there” Steve says practically begging for me to take his spot. “Ughh you know she doesn't like me, but fine I'll do it only for you” i say finishing making my smoothie.

“so Y/n do you like wanna hurry up?” Natasha says with an attitude, walking into my room unannounced, while I was cleaning my knifes and I also chucked one at her. “yeah I'll be down soon, just don't sneak up on me I also threw my knife at you” I said not even bothering to look at her and grabbing your mission gear. as I was walking it the hanger I stopped by the kitchen and grabbed two bottles of water out of the refrigerator and continued to where I was going. “alright let's get this over shall we?” I said taking a seat in the quinjet. “thanks” Natasha says as she grabs one of the bottles. “that wasn't- you know what you can have it” I say picking up the coms checking to see if they work. “here” I say handing her a com. “can I ask you something?” Nat asks me while taking a seat in the pilot’s seat. “well you just did, sure”  I say not really liking where this is going. “why do you hate me?” Natasha asks me her voice wavering. “who said that I hated you?” I ask out of curiosity turning to look at her. “never mind forget that I mentioned it” Natasha said then went back to focusing on the plane.

“Alright we are here” Natasha says as she lands the plane. “wait where are you going” I ask seeing her get off the quinjet. “To do the mission duh” Natasha says with sarcasm lacing her words. “Steve said that it was a recon mission, we’re not supposed to engage” I say looking at her while she's grabbing her guns. “well that was your mission, mines is to get intel” Natasha says with a bunch of attitude. “Well I'm coming with you, so your cocky ass doesn't get killed” I said picking up my knifes and a gun and walking out of the quinjet. “I am not cocky for your information, and then base is abandon” Natasha said as we walked to the so-called abandoned building. “I'm gonna go check the around, don't die” I say carefully walking around the outside of the building pulling out one of my throwing knifes.       

“I'm back it's all clear, what did you find?” I asked walking into a room filled with computers and paperwork. “some file on something they were creating called subject 885 or is also known as ‘The Phoenix’” Nat says looking through the files. “How much intel does Steve and Fury want?” I asked looking around to keep watch. “As much as I can get my hands on” Natasha say picking up other files and transferring data, but I heard  something it was similar to foot steps. “Nat get behind me” I ordered her still trying to figure out which way the footsteps are coming from. “why I thought it was all clear-” “just get behind me please I hear something” I say cutting her off before she could finish, but you know Natasha Romanoff doesn't listen, then running head first into danger. But before I could register everything I hear a gunshot, so I throw a knife at the guy who shot it hitting him directly in the chest, killing him. The bullet was heading straight for Nat, so I made a stupid decision and push her out the way taking a bullet in the side for her, falling slowly on the floor in pain. “Y/n, Y/n are you ok?” Nat asked me but no I was not okay I just took at bullet for you. “no there's a bullet in my side so no I don't think so” I say slowly falling in and out of consciousness. “hey I need you to keep your eyes open for me, can you don't that y/n?” Nat said to me her bloody hands tapping my face lightly. “Hey Nat if I die here i want you to know that I don't hate you its very much the opposite” And that was the last thing I said before I passed out. 

I heard people talking in the background and this annoying beeping noise, i couldn't open my eyes but I could hear them talk. “I watched her die, how-how is she her right now?” A voice that I made out to be Nat said stammering a bit, she sounded like she’s been crying. “I honestly don't know” Bruce said fear in his voice. “Y/n we need you to wake up, Nat needs you ok?” I hear Wanda say but she didn't physicality say it. “How-” “i'll explain later but wake up” Wanda says again cutting me off. my senses coming back to me slowly first it was my hearing then touch, smell and sight. “hey guys” I say looking around the room but the room was dead silent. “Y/n how are you alive right now” Nat said being the first to speak. “I have no idea but I know someone who does” I say looking around the room for Wanda. “Where's Wanda?’ I asked looking around the medical room in the compound. “You just dead and your first question is about Wanda” Steve said which is the second person to speak. “Yes, I have questions and she has answers so excuse me” i say but as i go to get up Natasha stops me. “Your hurt you can't leave” Natasha says softly pushing me back down. “I feel fine” I say as I get up from the bed. “Y/n you took a bullet for me” Nat said looking at me. “A bullet...but I don't feel anything” I say lifting up my shirt to see the wound that would be there but it isn't one. Guys could you give me a second alone” I say trying to wrap my head around what happened and what I am.          

“what am I?’” I asked myself not expecting to get a response but I did. “Your like me but they twist is your a phoenix” Wanda says coming over to my bedside and taking a seat. Wanda explained everything to me and the thing i can't die (like every) I'm basically indestructible and she knew since the first time we meet. after Wanda explained to me what I was she felt me to get some rest. “Hey can we...maybe talk?”  Natasha says peeking into my room. “of course” i says panting a seat next to me. “you know i meant what i said before i died” i say starting the convo because i know she didn't want to. “I hope you know the feelings is mutual and you really scared me there” nat says confessing her feelings which she rarely does. “So what does that make us?” i ask Nat softly. “Take me on a date and we will see” Natasha says with her signature smirk. “Maybe i will” i say smiling with her, happier than i could ever be...i finally got the girl of my dreams.       

hey guys well you have made it to the end of my this oneshot I hoped you liked it :) i haven't really proofread this so sorry for any mistakes