#the other ones are normal and i could trace them back to childhood trauma or whatever if i wanted to.

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[bucky-bucket-barnes]

singing in the rain (part 2/2)

Summary: You leave the compound to go home on a stormy night. Barnes isn’t too keen on the idea of the new girl walking home all by herself in such weather and decides to drive you home.

Pairing: bucky barnes x female reader

Warnings: Mainly fluff, a little bit of awkward!bucky, a little bit of embarrassed!reader, slight mentions of bucky's winter soldier trauma

Word Count: 1.9k

Part 1

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You were set to meet Bucky for coffee at a local cafe called Mocha Motifs at noon. It was only a few blocks down from your apartment, but you still wanted to be early. Even though it was a coffee date, you had scrambled relentlessly for at least an hour, digging through your packed closet, looking for something to wear. Once you settled on something casual, you began the short walk to the restaurant.

You decided on a private little table in the corner of the cafe. Although the daylight was still beaming in the streets, the restaurant was very dimly lit, adding to the romantic aurora of the place. As you waited for Bucky, you noticed all the couples around you. Some lost in each other's eyes, others lost in their phones. They were all too much in their own worlds to give you any mind. Hmm, Bucky would like this. He was not recognized often in public, but when he was it made for some very tense encounters with those who still saw him as the Winter Soldier.

While lost in your own thoughts, you didn’t even notice that he had taken a seat in front of you. You jumped when you realized he was there. Bucky had a certain way of moving in silence, with grace and purpose albeit. He didn’t seem perturbed that you hadn’t noticed him, but rather his head tilted slightly with a sense of smittenness as he gazed at you, like how you’d look at a painting for the first time. He seemed very content to sit and observe you exist.

“Hey, Bucky,” you spoke, quietly, almost scared your voice might break whatever feeling hung in the air around you two.

“Sorry to keep you waiting,” he replied, motioning to the bouquet of flowers he had gingerly placed on the table while you were taking in the scenery around you.

It was a very lovely collection of flowers. It was not just a simple rose bouquet (which still would have been very thoughtful), but instead a collection of baby’s breath, forget-me-nots, and geraniums. You thanked Bucky as you traced the stem of the flowers shyly. This was no grab-on-the-go bouquet, Bucky would have had to especially asked for these flowers. The thought of him standing in a florist shop, carefully picking which flower to have in the bouquet warmed your heart.

You two ordered coffee and immediately began talking. At first, Bucky was shy and quiet as normal, trailing off instead of completing his sentences and sometimes flat out stopping in the middle of them. But, as your coffees grew colder, Bucky seemed to warm up to you more, telling silly stories from his childhood and the many unique situations he has found himself in as an Avenger. You liked seeing him this relaxed. You took delight in the way he carelessly played with his gloves and in return he admired the way you covered your mouth when you laughed. Back and forth you two went, like lightning and thunder, one always calling after the other. One, then two, then three, and then finally four hours had gone by, both of your coffee cups more than halfway full.

“Y/N, I have something to confess,” he said in a very solemn tone, shifting the mood of the lighthearted conversation you were having.

“Is everything alright, Bucky?” you asked with an expression filled with concern, reaching your hand across the table to place it on top of Bucky’s flesh one.

“This coffee is really bad,” he smiled shyly.

You can’t help but laugh. He was absolutely right, the coffee was awful. That didn’t really seem to matter though. No amount of poorly made coffee could ruin this day.

Still holding his hand in yours, you urged him and said, “C’mon let’s ditch this place.”

You both left the cafe and decided to take a trip to the local park. As you two made your journey one drop fell on your head. Then another onto Bucky’s jacket. Lastly, a thousand more came down from the sky within two minutes. In your own craze to find the “perfect” outfit, you had forgotten to bring a jacket. Without hesitating, Bucky immediately removed his coat and placed it onto your shoulders.

“Oh, Bucky,” you protested, shimmying the jacket off, “You don’t have to do that. I know you’re not crazy about people seeing your metal arm and I’d hate for you-”

“I’d rather have a couple of people stare at my arm than you get a cold, Y/N,” he offered sincerely, readjusting the jacket more snugly around your shoulders.

You responded with a warm smile and you two carried on your walk in the park, happy as can be.

~

A few weeks had passed since you and Bucky had gone on your first coffee date. Ever since then, Bucky stopped by your office every day when he could. Most of the time he sat in silence as you worked, but you were happy to have the company nonetheless. The only times he wouldn’t stop by was when he was out with the Avengers for a day, sometimes a week, off saving the world. You know, the usual. Even then, he still made sure to call you every night to see how your day was going.

What you really liked about Bucky was how easy it was to talk to him. You’d look into his steel-blue eyes and see that he genuinely cared about what you had to say. Nothing ever felt too small or menial to talk about with him. He was like a sponge, ready to absorb every piece of you that you allowed him to. Physically speaking, things had been moving slowly, but you didn’t mind. From years of having no bodily autonomy, Bucky had become sensitive around touch. While you would love to curl underneath him and hold his head to your heart all day, you knew he was still easing into the world around him still. So you gave him time and patience and love. He never really knew how to tell you, but it meant the world to him.

One rainy day as he sat in your office, you turned to him excitedly. “Hey, Bucky, you know how my job is to improve your equipment?”

He turned his attention from the doodle of himself surrounded by a field of flowers you had drawn weeks ago in a fit of boredom to you.

“Well, I was thinking about how your arm gets wet when it rains.”

“Doll, all arms get wet when it rains,” he responded, slightly puzzled at your remark.

“I meant your metal arm, Bucky,” you clarified, getting out of your chair to grab a bottle from the top shelf of your desk. “I was thinking about how you have to wipe your arm off after it gets wet and thought maybe I could help. If I put this on your arm,” you held up the serum you had concocted, “water should roll right off it. I know that’s not a major upgrade, but it could save you some time and make having a metal arm slightly less inconvenient.”

“Y/N, that’s really thoughtful, thank you,” he said, getting up to embrace you. He lifted you up off the ground to give you an appreciative squeeze, then he ever so gently placed you back down to the floor.

“If you don’t mind,” you motioned to his arm. You wanted to apply it yourself, but above all you wanted Bucky to be okay with you touching him for such a long period of time.

“Of course you can, doll,” he replied, grinning.

You instructed him to take off his shirt in order to reach every crevice of his arm, and he did promptly so. You gulped a little as you saw each muscle and curve of his body dance as he moved. From dating Bucky, you had come to learn he looks graceful doing anything. There was something about his movements that seemed so seamless, so purposeful. You dabbed your serum lightly on a cloth and began to slowly apply it to his metal arm. You placed one of your hands on Bucky’s firm shoulder to steady yourself as you worked. You could feel each rise and fall of his chest, each heartbeat that rang in between his ribs. Within five minutes, you had decided it’d be best if you sat on Bucky’s lap to complete your task. Strangely enough, it felt intimate, but not sexual. Just two people, close together, taking in each and every detail about the other. As you continued, Bucky began to lightly hum to himself You Are My Sunshine. Each time you peered up to check if he was doing okay, all you were met with were a pair of kind, meek eyes.

You did one final wipe down of his arm and removed yourself from Bucky’s lap, content with your work. He placed his shirt back on and wrapped his arms around your waist. You stared into each other’s eyes as he gingerly removed a piece of hair from your face.

“I love you,” he affirmed in a soft voice.

“I love you too, Bucky,” you cooed, placing your hands lovingly around his face, tracing your thumb in circles around his cheek.

He leaned in to gently kiss you, then almost as if on cue, a large boom of thunder was heard from outside. You two turned your attention to the storm raging outside.

“Time to go test out that arm,” you giggled, taking his hand and dashing outside the building.

You two ran through the halls and down the stairs, laughing like mischievous school children as you went on your merry way. Within thirty seconds of stepping outside, you were both soaked, water seeping through your clothes and rain blurring your vision. It didn’t matter though. Bucky took your hands into his and you two spun around in circles, lost in the existence of the others, pure joy rushing through your veins.

He drew you in close and looked down at his vibranium arm congratulating, “Look, it rolls right off. Even the rain can’t keep up with my girl’s brain.” He was right, your serum did work, not a single drop of rain seemed to be able to grip onto his arm. In all honesty, though, you had forgotten all about your little experiment and could only think of the beautiful man in front of you.

“You know the funny thing about rain is,” he crooned, “it's usually supposed to be sad. It’s supposed to represent something more sinister, like an omen or bad times. When I see rain, though, I don’t think that.” He paused, taking in every feature of your face. Eyes tracing the outline of each and every crevice, taking it all in. Meeting your gaze was like realizing you can sing, it was coming home, it was the song that sailors hear, it was everything and so much more.

“All I can think of is you. And how beautiful you look in the rain. And how I’d let it rain for a hundred years if it meant I could give you my jacket every day. I- I’m not good with words. Honestly, I’m not really good at anything,” he confesses, not once looking away from your eyes.

“But I know I’m good with you. I know I can be good because you love me.”

In the moment you knew this was the start of you and Bucky’s forever.

-

Hello! Thank you guys for all your support on my first part of this series and all your kind words. I’m a new author and I am very open to any pieces of constructive criticism y’all have. Thank you so much for reading and have a wonderful day. <3

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[uwuwriting]

Affectionate moments with the Todorokis

Request: Can I get some Todoroki fluff and when I say todoroki I mean all of the todoroki children thank you very much- anonymous

Okay now we can proudly call Dabi a Todoroki. The waiting is over, we’ve won this war ladies and gentlemen. I need some soft Dabi right now so I’m happy to oblige. Love ya. 💖💖💖

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Dabi/ Touya Todoroki 

-He isn’t the most affectionate person both in private and out in public. 

-The maximum effort he will put while out in public might be just a hand on your lower back to ground you when things are kinda spiraling out of control. 

-But apart from that nothing. 

-Now when you were just fuck buddies he couldn’t care less about affection.

-He was just here to have some fun and then he was out the door. 

-But when things change drastically between the two of you and he realizes that he really can’t stand the idea of losing you, his demeanor changed. 

-He had come to see how important you were and how dependent he had become of your presence. 

-Boy really couldn’t function without you around. 

-So he changed his antics around you. 

-He no longer left after your shared nights and he would even go as far as to hold you or help you clean up. 

-You thought that that was the most you were going to get from him, that he had nothing else to give apart from those moments of affection. 

-You were wrong though. 

-After a rather hard mission he would come and cuddle you  out of nowhere. 

-He would bury his face in your neck as his torso lay between your legs while you gently stroked his hair. 

-It would help him fall asleep most of the time but on the rare occasion he could manage to stay awake he would talk to you. 

-Those conversations weren’t of any value; it was dumb stuff that came to mind and he just felt like sharing. 

-Then after one too many close calls he would begin to tell you your importance. 

-After witnessing you almost getting killed time and time again, making his heart almost come out of his mouth every time you nearly dodged an attack he couldn’t hold back. 

-He would pepper you with kisses as he would flip you over so you were on top of him, your head tucked into his neck while his rough cheeks would rub on your plush ones. 

-It always hit him hard when he couldn’t protect you. 

-He wasn’t *that* stupid, he knew his job wasn’t to protect you and that you could handle yourself better than anyone in that dumpster fire of a league but he couldn’t stop himself from worrying. 

-Those shared moments of pure domesticity and normality between the both of you made it hard for him to deny that he was indeed falling in love. 

-And he hated it because he knew that at some point, when push comes to shove, he would have to choose between you and his goal. 

-And he wasn’t so sure what he would decide to follow. 

-When you broke the news to him that you were expecting, around the time Shiggy was putting his grand plan into action, he knew what he would choose in an instant. 

-But you wouldn’t budge; you knew what his dreams meant to him and you wouldn’t let him throw it all away for you. 

-He could have this new life after the battle, after the dust had settled and all had been revealed. 

-So, with a camera in hand, you helped him make the masterpiece that would show the world who Endeavor really was. 

-And you couldn’t be prouder of your lover. 

Fuyumi Todoroki

-Ahhh soft girl hours. 

-Okay now Fuyumi is the type of person to go all out for their significant other. 

-So PDA is on the table even if it makes her a little uncomfortable at times. 

-She’s kind of a people pleaser so as long as you are happy she is happy no matter how uncomfortable she might feel at the moment. 

-But like the great girlfriend that you are, and because you would kill for her, you push her to tell you what she really thinks about certain situations.

-And the moment she tells you that PDA is kinda meh, you yeet yourself away from her. 

-Holding hands wherever you are is a must, a request or rather a demand made from the queen herself. 

-She just likes feeling you next to her and what better way than holding your hand? 

-Apart from that demand of hers she never ever asks for anything else in that department. 

-Like girly believes that you have to earn your love and others won’t just give it to you. 

-That you need to prove yourself as useful so you can get affection. 

-An effort-reward dynamic. 

-And you can safely assume that we can’t have that here. 

-THIS IS A LOVE INFESTED HOUSEHOLD GET YOUR ASS HERE AND TAKE SOME OF MY LOVE.

-When you ask her to move in with you, she sees that as her opportunity to shine, to show you that ‘oh I’m not useless’. 

-Baby will try doing all the house work and such. 

-You legit have to call her to cuddle. 

-You’ll be working on your laptop, sprawled on the couch when you see your girlfriend just mopping. 

- “Fuyu come here.” 

- “But I still have to-” 

- “Forget about that, you’ve done enough I just want to hold you.” 

-She just flushes bright red before putting the mop away and moving to settle in your lap.

 -Her head is on your shoulder while she plays softly with your hair, her legs stretching across the coach as you continue to type mindlessly on your computer. 

-You give her the occasional forehead kisses while she nuzzles your cheek. 

-Last we have chaotic girlfriend hours when she’ll straight up straddle you and start doing your makeup. 

-You both burst out laughing every five minutes because you get overwhelmed due to the fact that she’s a) straddling you and b) she’s too close to your face and you can’t help but want to kiss her. 

-I want a girlfriend…..

Natsuo Todoroki 

-College boyyyyy.

-He is in general a neutral person. 

-I mean he will give you a kiss on the cheek while he is leaving for his class but he won’t full out make out with you in front of others. 

-So things are pretty chill between you two. 

-He has almost the same mindset as Fuyumi so at first he would try to prove himself to you so he would be worth your love but once you caught on you smothered him. 

-Now baby loves his kisses. 

-He needs them to function okay?

-Every morning he will wake up and if you have slept over he will wake you up with nuzzling his nose in your neck and softly tracing shapes on your stomach.

-Then after his kiss good morning and his first I love you of the day he is ready to go. 

-If however you are in your dorm/apartment, he will sulk until he sees you. 

-He has that puppy love. 

-Natsuo suffers from trauma from his family. 

-It’s common knowledge. 

-He hates looking weak, especially in front of you, so whenever he has a fight with his father or Touyas’ anniversary rolls around he tends to become distant.

-Try as you might, you can never truly get him to speak to you about those issues and let you help you. 

-You weren’t part of his childhood, you don’t know what it was like but you can try to make him feel better. 

-In reality you were ready to devote your every waking minute to him if he let you. 

-But that Todoroki pride gets in the way and he doesn’t let you see him like that.

-Until the villain attack when his father saved him. 

-Endeavor looked so genuine when he talked to him and all he did was scream at him. 

-Was he too cruel? 

-So he made his way to your apartment and without missing a beat he attached himself to you and finally, finally, letting himself be vulnerable. 

-After his break down you started to rock back and forth before turning on your stereo and putting on a slow song. 

-Taking his hand you started dancing in the middle of your living room, Natsuos’ arm wrapped around your waist bringing you flush to his chest as his head stayed buried in your hair. 

-You would hum the tune as you moved around. 

-This became somewhat of a ritual whenever things got bad inside his head. 

-You would just put on that song and calm him down. 

-And that was the best thing someone has ever done for him. 

Shouto Todoroki 

-Ah poor baby.

-He is touch starved like very touch starved. 

-My mans is out there longing for someone to tell him it's okay since the age of five. 

-Anyways. 

-He really doesn’t know how to communicate his needs though so you’ll have to figure out on your own what he wants. 

-He might recoil at first but don’t be disheartened. 

-Baby has been abused ever since he was born so of course he will be reluctant to let anyone touch him. 

-Subtle things are the go to at first. 

-Linking your pinkies under the table or maybe sitting closer to  each other.

-Kisses are rare and far apart but they exist. 

-Now things change after some time. 

-Depending on his relationship with his parents that is. 

-When his dad starts to try and redeem himself and he wants to be an active part of his sons’ life *GET THE FUCK AWAY BITCH*, Shouto is really conflicted. 

-Especially when he doesn’t get his hero license on the first try. 

-So that’s when his touch starved side comes into the light. 

-He’s stressed out of his mind and he needs comfort but of course he doesn’t know how to convey that to others. 

-You pick up on it and start giving subtle reassuring touches. 

-Squeezing his hand when you notice him spacing out. 

-Giving him a quick hug before he enters class in the mornings. 

-And as time goes by you peck him on the cheek before he leaves. 

-He becomes addicted and soon enough he’s initiating things on his own, giving YOU kisses each morning and coming to your dorm for “study” dates turned to cuddle sessions. 

-You guys have a ritual for whenever things get extremely bad; when he can’t seem to stop flinching away from sudden movement, when he can’t recall anything about his older brother or when Endeavor says something again about his friends/you. 

-He will come to your room with a pillow and some snacks if he remembers them. 

-You’ll put on a movie and he’ll just sit in between your legs, his head tucked under your chin as you run your fingers through the soft strands. 

-He might break down, he might not, it depends each time. 

-But he knows that this time he doesn’t have to face anything alone, that he is loved and cherished and that you’ll be there to pick him up when everything seems meaningless. 

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[samithemunchkin]

Horsey AU

Okay so idk, this is a very tentative version, a pilot if you will. I’ve already written sort of my version of Logan being rescued, it’ll be one of the sicktember prompts but it’s not really needed for this.

But yes, basically I want to write Keegan and Logan ending up living on a farm with horses. But first Keegan will introduce Logan to equine therapy to help him with his trauma. I pretty much don’t have anything more spesific than that planned so we’ll see how this goes.

Rating: teens and up Pairing: Keegan/Logan

“If you could do anything you wanted…what would you be doing?”

Logan asked him out of the blue one night. The younger man was lying half on top of him, idly scratching and playing with Keegan’s chest hairs when that question slipped from his mouth.

“What?” Keegan couldn’t help the surprised chuckle that accompanied the ask. He had been on the verge of sleep, Logan’s warmth and soothing touches relaxing him like nothing else.

“Say the war ended tomorrow and you were free to do whatever you wanted.” Logan started and pushed himself up on one elbow to look directly at the older man. “What would you want to do?”

Keegan just blinked up at him, utterly confused and speechless, his tired brain too slow to comprehend fully what the younger man was asking.

“I…I don’t know. I’ve never thought about it.” He said honestly. “Why?”

“Just…curious, I guess.” Logan shrugged and to Keegan’s disappointment pushed himself up to a sitting position. “Would you still want to be a soldier? A ghost?”

Keegan let out a long sigh and rubbed at his face. It was obvious that he wouldn’t be sleeping anytime soon after all and he propped himself a little more upright against the pillows.

“That’s pretty much all I’ve known.”

“Is there nothing you miss? About normal life? Your childhood?” Logan kept pushing, though even he didn’t know exactly why he was suddenly so curious. Maybe he just…craved for something else to think about. To talk about, something besides the seemingly endless war.

“It wasn’t exactly pleasant.” Keegan said, a deep frown settling on his face as he instinctively clenched his jaws, he could feel his temper wanting to shut this line of questioning down immediately. But the sudden change in his demeanour made the younger man flinch back and he forced himself to take a deep breath, releasing it through his nose, thinking for a moment before he spoke again. ”I suppose…I liked the horses we had.”

“Oh?” Logan asked tentatively, clearly even more curious now but trying to reign in his questioning.

Keegan couldn’t help but smile at him softly, he really had no idea how the younger Walker had sneaked past all his walls and defences and continued to make him open up even about the things he wished to forget. He lifted up his arm and motioned with his hand for Logan to lie back down into his arms, which the blond did gladly as he snuggled back down against Keegan’s side, his head resting on his shoulder.

“Yeah. Grew up on a farm, we had cattle, grew wheat and corn.” Keegan started explaining, though kept it vague as he wrapped his arm tightly around Logan’s middle. “We also had four horses, quarters. My sister barrel raced with one of them but the others were pretty much just pets. I liked taking care of ‘em though.”

“Do you miss them? Horses?”

“Now that I think about it, yeah I s’pose I do.” Keegan hummed affirmingly, his fingers absentmindedly tracing patterns along the younger man’s side. “I miss riding sometimes, kinda always made me feel free.”

Logan pressed a few soft kisses on Keegan’s chest, hoping to…he wasn’t quite sure, soothe? Reassure? He felt a little bad for starting the whole conversation now, though he was glad to learn new things about the older man.

“I don’t think I’ve ever even touched a horse.” He let out a quiet chuckle, one which he could feel Keegan’s low rumble echo. “They look pretty intimidating.”

“They’re just huge goofy dogs.” Keegan laughed a little louder and then bent his head to press his lips into Logan’s messy hair, letting out a content hum. “I…someday, I could take you someplace to see some.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, I’m sure you’ll like them.” Keegan hummed again, feeling sleep tugging on his eyelids again and he was more than tempted to give in, now with Logan’s warm body back against him.

“So, saying you left the military. You’d live in the countryside? Have horses?”

“Maybe. Wouldn’t be a terrible future.” His words slurred even to his own ears but he was too sleepy to care. “But now you, what would you want to do?” He counter asked.

Logan stayed silent for a long while, though Keegan could feel him breathing over his chest, the hot puffs a little more irregular so he just kept stroking his side and arm.

“I…I would just want to be with you…” The blond whispered, so quietly that Keegan nearly missed what he said. Nearly.

Turning slowly, he rolled the younger man on his back, pressing him firmly against the mattress with his own body, and smiled at him. Just smiled. And reached out a hand to brush his blond curls back from his forehead.

“So move in with me.” Keegan said, his smile only widening at the shocked and confused look on the younger man’s face. “In this hypothetical future, move in with me.”

Logan’s arms were around his neck in an instant, followed closely by his mouth as he leaned up to kiss him and Keegan was more than happy to return it, slanting their mouths together and he let out a pleased hum when the younger man’s tongue traced his lower lip.

“Yes.”

“Sergeant Russ?”

Keegan snapped back into reality, blinking his eyes rapidly to clear his head and he briefly wondered what had triggered him to remember that particular night. A nurse was calling him, one that he knew already so he gave her a tight smile and got up to follow after her to walk down the now all too familiar hallways to Logan’s room. Hopefully, soon he would be able to get him out of the hospital. Or well, Hesh would, being Logan’s only remaining next of kin. But their home was the same place and the whole team hoped that once Logan was back in more familiar surroundings, whatever the doctors couldn’t heal, being with his family would.

Nodding shortly at the nurse once they reached the right door, he knocked on it briefly before stepping in, knowing he wouldn’t get an answer. Logan was sitting on his small hospital bed, leaning his back against the wall and Keegan felt his chest flutter when his brown eyes brightened up at the sight of him.

His blond hair had been shaved off, both to treat his head wounds and because it had just been too matted and dirty to save. There was an ugly gash on the back of his head, some smaller cuts over his face but they were healing nicely. He had also gained some weight back but he still looked so small and frail.

Logan had also not spoken a word since being rescued, almost three weeks ago.

“Hey.” He greeted the younger man and grabbed the chair that was kept in the corner of the room, bringing it over to the bed before sitting down on it. As much as he would have liked to sit with Logan on the bed, he had tried his best not to...push his presence. He knew Logan remembered him, remembered them but after everything that had happened, Keegan didn’t want to risk causing any flashbacks or anxiety attacks.

“Hesh told me they’re considering letting you come home?”

Logan nodded at that and visibly relaxed, making Keegan smile at him softly.

“You know, your brother has kept your room exactly as it was. All your stuff’s there, he’s even complained a few times that you uh, left some of your clothes over his dresser so obviously he hasn’t been able to tidy up.” His smile turned into a smirk and he was glad to see the corners of Logan’s eyes crinkle, it was the only thing that was left of his real smile.

“And I uh…the few things you had in my room…also where you left them.” He continued, sounding a little more awkward but he tried to keep the one-sided conversation going. “I could…if you want I can bring ‘em over to you guy’s room?”

Whatever he had expected Logan’s reaction to be, it certainly wasn’t a firm shake of his head. Or for him to suddenly scoot over to the edge of the bed to take a hold of his hand.

“You…oh…they can stay there, I just…well, I guess I assumed you’d want to bunk with Hesh.” He confessed, his eyes widening a little as Logan just squeezed his hand and shook his head again. “You want to stay with me?”

He watched as Logan switched his hand on his so he could lift up his dominant one, making it into a fist first, then spread his thumb and pinky finger before pulling them back into a first.

Yes.

[creatingnikki]

What 2020 has taught me

1. Those things that seem like content for sci fi or pure fiction are actually things that can happen. To the entire world. Like a pandemic. And to you. Like a seizure.

2. Everyone is sad. Everyone is struggling. In different ways and in different measures. Makes no one special. But you still get to feel sad for yourself and be compassionate towards others. But it's also okay to draw boundaries because you're everyone too. Remember, not special? You're sad and trying to deal with it too.

3. Every job you have will not add value to your life. It will not teach you new things or give you people you'll want to stay in touch with. Sometimes some jobs will only be a season of your life. Even if the season lasts for over a year. It's okay.

4. You know how you thought picking a college and picking a major and picking your first job and picking a specific industry were all the career decisions you had to make? Yeah, no. It's never a one time thing. You could have a job as a marketing strategist for two years and then want nothing to do with it. And then you'll have to make another decision and work towards it. So I'd like to call it moves. It's like chess. You always have to make a move. And it always has to be strategic, yes. But the truth is in your 20s it probably won't. Even if you try. And as long as you're trying, you'll be fine.

5. You may have different sorts of friends like the one you only talk to about kdrama with or the one you met when you went book shopping alone and the friendship is all about books really. That's normal. But irrespective of why and how you became friends with them, if you consider them a friend then there has to be this basic sense of care, respect and empathy for each other. I don't care what people want to say. If you're faced with the worst trauma of your life, the least your friends can do is check up on you regularly. On text. And if they don't even do that then guess what? They aren't friends. They are acquaintances. Social media and quick promises make everyone seem like your friend. But they are not. They are just nice people who will be nice to you for specific periods and then wander away like you are a speck of dust floating in their journey.

6. You speak a lot and write and you express yourself and you’re emotionally mature but oh my god. You still hold in so much. You’ve known that at a subconscious level and over the last year people - experts - have told you that. You have also realized that you make your pain and sadness about pettier things because dealing with them, admitting about them, sharing that with your friends, is easier. You do that so that you don’t have to deal with the real stuff. Because it’s so damn painful. And you don’t know how to do it. Yet. Acknowledging is the first step anyway right? I know you’re confused about how exactly to let go of all this pain and sadness and feel lighter, and you know that talking to people really isn’t the solution, but I also know you’re smart enough to figure it out. 

7. Talking about being smart...you know you’re different than others. Better. Special. Smarter. None of these are the right words. And you never voiced this out until this year because you knew it would make you come across as narcissistic. Some would say it’s because you’re an INFJ. But my mother once said that this may be the first time we are consciously living life but our souls are old and so our instinct and the things we know but can’t explain are because this isn’t the first time for our souls. The connections we feel with certain people, the reason we are so different from our siblings who grew up in the exact same environment with the exact same opportunities, our sense of right and wrong...it’s all because our souls learn and grow with each time and that’s why we are who we are. I think that’s probably how I can explain what I have always felt. That I am living in a different universe than everybody but I have to pretend to be in this one and dumb my emotions and thoughts down. Maybe that’s because my soul has lived through thousands of years while most around me are living their 100th life. Or maybe I’m just narcissistic, who knows?

8. You shift between talking in first person and second person but that’s because that’s how you think in your head and talk to yourself and live your life. You ask yourself things and you accuse yourself of things and you apologize to yourself and you comfort yourself. I think that seeps into your writing and the changing of the voices. 

9. You always genuinely thought that you’d not be afraid of dying. And then what happened this October proved you shockingly wrong. I know it’s not so much being afraid of dying but the unbearable pain of knowing what that would mean to your family. So you have to be more prudent and less reckless with your life and the choices you make. 

10. Regret is not something that plagued you but this year the realisation and pain of giving away your favourite books from your own personal collection to people you care about as a show of affection and them turning out to be ass holes or losers has hit you so hard. So, yes. No more of that shit. I really fucking want my copy of The Perks Of Being A Wallflower back. UGH. With the childhood picture of me inside it! 

11. Sleeping at 5 am in the morning stops being fun or romanticised when you realise just how much harm it does to your body and mind. Literally every single disease and disorder can be traced back to a shitty fucking sleep schedule. It’s not just the hours you sleep but also the quality of sleep and the time you sleep at. So yes sleeping for 8 hours is healthy but not if that 8 hours is from 5 am to 12 pm. ‘Not a morning person’ is just another construct of capitalism and you don’t realise how many industries profit from having you believe that and staying up late or all night. Entertainment. Food. Alcohol. Pharma. Biologically and naturally you are a bloody morning person. And you don’t need 3 cups of coffee to begin your day or your phone notifications to get you to open your eyes and brain to wake up. 

12. Sometimes you really have to stop taking people so seriously. I know the idea of treating people as casual friends or entertainment makes you want to fight that concept but you know what? Some people like Pineapple are ever only going to be good for that. No matter how much they ‘grow and change’. So keep them in the background for whenever you want some entertainment or drama. But please don’t clear up your busy schedule to meet them or send them gifts on their birthday. 

13. If you don’t have the fruit juice or green juice within half an hour of making it then you are losing out on its most optimum health benefits. Or when you remove the white stringy stuff from oranges. That’s where all the actual nutrients are.

14. I am privileged and so are most of the people I interact with. The global pandemic has been hell for a lot of people around the world. Health wise. Financially. Losing people they care about. But I was blessed enough to be safe at home and have a job that I could smoothly do from home and not have a pay cut or 4-hour long Zoom meetings. So honestly when my friends tell me 2020 has been bad I have to stop and ask them why? Yes, the crippling uncertainty and anxiety is not something that can be undermined. But most people I know had very great positive life-changing milestones this year like moving away to another country for college or taking their first solo trip or getting married. So I have to ask them. Because I am not going to agree that everybody’s 2020 and pandemic narrative is the same. 

15. Money gets spent really quickly. When I left my job earlier this year because of personal issues, I thought I had enough savings to last me a year. Full disclosure - I mean to last my personal expenses because I live with my parents. But it didn’t even last me 3 months. And so to use money wisely and buy things that provide utility than instant gratification is something to follow. Also buying one pair of really expensive but quality shoes is better than buying 5 pairs of affordable but low quality shoes that will have a very short life and force you to buy more. I know that higher price doesn’t always mean better quality but sometimes it does. And as an adult now I want to do the whole quality > quantity thing even with things and not just people. 

16. Everyone in their 20s went through a crisis of what they should do with their lives and their careers and it’s not unique to the 21st century and the challenges of today. Whether it was Vincent Van Gogh in the 19th century or Sylvia Plath in the 20th, every single person, as brilliant as them went through the torture of making these decisions and living with their consequences. You may think I picked wrong examples for they both killed themselves but you know what? They were the people who really want to live more than anyone. They knew what life meant. And maybe if mental health help was more accessible back then their lives would be longer and more peaceful. 

17. Telling people everything is overrated. You don’t have to talk about every single thing that’s on your mind or that’s going on in your life. The good and the bad and the mediocre. You have to be mindful about how much of yourself you’re giving away. 

18. Re-watch Suits when people at work feel intimidating because the confidence + negotiation tactics that they show can actually work irl cos at the end of the day no matter in what position you’re dealing with people who have emotions and fears and insecurities and desires. You understand how to leverage that nobody can get the better of you. 

19. You belong to yourself. No matter how much you love someone or how much they have done for you or how much you owe them - you belong to yourself. You can’t live your life for someone else. Everyone belongs to themselves first. No relationship, no promise, no circumstance should make you feel like you have to give up your life and make it all about them. If and when the time comes to die for them, go ahead. Take a bullet. Donate that kidney. Write them in your will. But live your life for yourself. And let them live theirs. 

20. Twenty three was a challenging year. When it started you claimed the age 23 sounds boring and insignificant. Guess it proved you wrong. It hurt so much now. But that only means you’ll look back on it later and see how it added so much wisdom and resilience to your being. It doesn’t mean that it makes all the bad things that happened to you okay. Or that you should be grateful to them. Fuck no. It means that you should be kinder to yourself because at the end of the day, your mind and body find it in themselves to deal with whatever is thrown their way. They have your back. It’s time you learn to sit straight. 

[deceitfuldevil]

Ain’t My Fault

Pietro Maxifoff X Reader

Summary: Finally getting a hold on your life you’ve been recruited by none other than Tony Stark to join the Avengers. He had a few missions for you. . . little did you know it would end with a passionate hookup and a new found love for a fellow teammate.

Warnings: SMUT!! (18+ please), Oral (female receiving), fingering, being handcuffed, choking, mentions of childhood trauma, crying, light overstimulation, etc.

Word Count: 7.75K!!

Your whole life felt like one big mission. From being sent away by your own parents to an orphanage for “enhanced children”  to being kidnapped by Hydra when you were living on the streets. Around the age of 19 you had finally made a stable life for yourself. . . bartending part-time and saving the city with your powers with the rest of your time. Not only did using your powers for good include saving a few people along the way, but it also gave you a chance to harness and improve your powers. You had three key powers you focused on improving: healing, super-strength, and telekinesis of some sort. . . you were still trying to test your limits with that one.

But your life completely changed when you came home late from bartending one night and found none other than Tony Stark sitting on your couch. You immediately recognized him after seeing him all over the news no more than 6 months ago when the whole incident in Sokovia went down. He informed you how he'd been keeping tabs on you for the last couple of months. . . he knows that you're powerful and wanted you on his team. He gave you time to decide but after a week you accepted his offer and began what he called your “pre-training”. This consisted of about a month of missions to fully see the extent of your powers.

Your final mission before being introduced to the avengers was to seduce any of them. Stark claimed if you could get any bad guy they may face in the future to fall under your spell, there’s nothing you couldn’t do. Even though “seducing” wasn’t one of your many powers, you’d like to think you were still pretty good at it. Your mission was just to seduce one of them, any of them; you were told it was your pick.

You walked into some very high-profile club in a sleek silver dress coming about halfway down your thighs with a pretty revealing neckline. Surveying your choices as you came into the club, your eyes were already on this strong and mysterious looking man and his eyes were on you from the moment you walked in as well. As you sat down at the bar Tony was in your ear giving you a bachelor profile of each avenger. He hadn't even gotten to Pietro by the time he approached you at the bar.

“So entertain me printsessa, what’s a beautiful girl like you doing all alone at one of the most exclusive clubs in all of New York?” He inquired, his voice rich with his Sokovian accent. He was wearing sleek black dress pants with the shirt to match, about 3 buttons undone leaving your mind to wander. He never looked at you though, stood right next to your on right as he ordered drinks for the two of you.

“Scotch on the rocks for me and for the lady...” he trailed off and looked over to you. Fully taking in your appearance trying to decipher what your drink of choice might be “...an extra dry martini” you raised your eyebrows; he practically read your mind, but you wouldn’t let him know that.

“The high profile life is stressful, don’t you agree? I needed to get away for a minute... alone,” you spoke, not giving him the satisfaction of a thank you for the drink he ordered you. You were intrigued to see his reaction, but there was none. He just continued your conversation as normal as you waited for your drinks.

“Well, did you come here for the headache inducing music or the drunk and overzealous fools spending their unlimited amounts of money?” He looked over to you with a slight smirk on his face.

“Well is there a third option or is that all I get?” You purred, taking your drink from the bartender as he handed it to you. Making sure to touch your hand to the bartender’s to try and get a rise out of the silver-haired man next to you... who in fact still hasn’t formally introduced himself. But of course Tony was in your ear telling you all about him. But you turned him off and decided to find out for yourself.

“The only other possible reason such a fine woman like you would be here is if you don’t plan on leaving alone...” he took a sip of his drink, averting your gaze but soon spoke again. “-and in that case, I’m free all night darling.” You looked at him with shocked eyes and a smile, but he and his drink were gone. You looked around the club and didn’t find a trace of the mysterious man.

You tapped your earpiece back on and spoke to Tony.

“Okay so who was that?”

“Well if you hadn’t so rudely muted me, you would’ve heard me telling you all about him. That happens to be one of our newest additions to the team... in fact he’s still in training. His name is Pietro Maximoff, one of the enhanced twins from Sokovia if you recall hearing about that. His thing is super speed, and cockiness.” Tony remarked, knowing the speedster has a thing for taking a new woman home every week.

“Super speed? Hope that isn’t true in bed tonight,” you said with a slight laugh.

“That’s a negative, y/n. The mission was to seduce one of mine, not sleep with them.” Tony spoke firmly, but you couldn’t care less.

“Please Stark, do tell me how I’m supposed to seduce one of your men but not sleep with them?”

“Go on the dance floor and leave them high and dry or whatever you kids do nowadays. You are not to come back to the compound with anyone, you do that and you'll ruin the mission. The plan is to seduce someone and towards the end of the night you’ll walk into our private room, flirt with them a bit more, and I’ll reveal my plans for you to join us. Hopefully embarrassing whoever you choose to entertain in the process. Deal?”

You sat and bit your tongue for a second, preventing yourself from saying anything that would’ve completely thrown your chance at being an Avenger out the window. “That’s not the deal I agreed to 3 days ago. I agreed to seduce an avenger and at some point after I’d be introduced to the team. We never explicitly discussed the seduction... and since it’s my mission it’s my terms.” Taking a sip of your martini you muted Tony for the second time that night as he tried to say “that’s a negative, again y/n. Don’t go home with anyone or—“ but you didn’t want to hear it.

You mumbled to yourself “it’s not my fault I was assigned to seduce an avenger.” Missions always meant a lot to you, and you were always determined to complete them to the fullest extent. This was no different.

Walking out to the dance floor the bright lights of the club accentuated a certain silver haired man with about three different girls all either talking him up, feeling him up, or straight up grinding on him. This made your blood boil for a certain reason you couldn’t exactly pinpoint. Regardless you made your way over to him and instead of pushing the girls away and causing a scene, you made use of their tipsy-ness and danced on Pietro with them. He took immediate notice of you and skillfully danced away with you by his side, taking you to the edge of the dance floor.

“You know, I never caught your name” you said slyly, still dancing up on him, enjoying the fun time you were having.

He smiled at you as he gently but firmly grabbed your shoulders as you grinded up on him and whispered in your ear, “the name is Pietro, and you?” You turned around and smiled but acted dumb “Pietro, why does that name sounded familiar?” Disregarding the fact that he asked for your name you looked him the eyes innocently as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

“I know why you recognize me dragâ, but you have to promise not to tell.” He spoke lowly, as if anyone in the loud club was actually listening to your conversation. You nodded quickly and played with the hair on the back of his neck sweetly. He bent down and whispered into your ear and said “I’m an up and coming Avenger... but I’m here with my team so you can’t embarrass me.” He said with this cockiness to him. Stark wasn’t lying.

You laughed and brought a hand to his chest giving him a slap “no way! What’s your power?” You said, faking this idea that you were entranced by him and his powers.

“Super speed... care to see?” He said with a smirk, and before you could answer he ran off to the bar, made you another extra dry martini and by the time you had blinked... it was in your hand. Even if Stark has told you he was fast, you found this extremely impressive... and attractive.

“Wow” You said, a few hairs flying in your face as a gust of wind followed him. You took a sip of the martini, it tasted even better than when the bartender made it.

“Care to come and sit with me and my friends?” He inquired, his hand hovering over your waist, waiting for an answer.

“I’d love to, but I can’t promise after this drink I won’t get you in trouble with your hero friends,” you said with a small hiccup... of course it was all an act but it boosted his confidence and helped you to further seduce him. “After all you’re just too irresistible.” Pietro laughed at your antics and rested his hand on your waist as he led you over to a square couch where Thor, Steve, Dr. Banner, Clint, and of course Tony, all sat. By the time you were ready to sit down your drink was almost gone.

But right as you were about to sit down next to Pietro he stretched his foot out and tripped you, purposely making you fall in his lap. This was the first time that night you blushed for real, feeling you made somewhat of a fool of yourself falling in-front of some of the most powerful Avengers. But of course Pietro was quick and said “falling for me already darling?” As he caught you and situated you right up on his lap.

Now you knew from the moment you saw him you were attracted to Pietro, but now you could start to feel how attracted he was to you... or maybe he was just that b—

“So tell us Pietro, who’s this lovely lady you’ve brought us this week?” Tony said, not only cutting off your thoughts but also emphasizing that this was a weekly thing for him... but you didn’t care and were a little pissed off at the same time.

“This...” Pietro started, placing his hands on either side of you and grounding you down further into his lap “is mine” he growled lowly, but also said that because he realized you never told him your name.

“Also known as Y/n L/n, but you can call me N/n for short fellas” you said with a cheeky grin, knowing that would get a rise out of Pietro. He turned his head and whispered to you hoarsely “such a pretty name, I can’t wait to be screaming it all night.”  

Your breath faltered as you were at a loss for words, but admittedly it was nice to be wanted instead of chasing after random guys like most of your missions consisted of.

Over the course of the next couple hours as the club's energy died out and the patrons slowly filed out, you got to know the rest of the Avengers better, much better than the “bachelor” profiles Tony had tried feeding you. Thor was the God of Thunder but still a softie at heart, Banner was an absolute nerd, Steve was just as serious as you expected but still lots of fun. Clint... well he was kind of an asshole but it didn’t bother you.

Tony cleared his throat as to say something, looking over to you with a knowing glance. You were cuddled into Pietro’s side as he held a firm grip on your inner thigh.

“Well fellas... I think there’s something you should know here.” Tony was talking to the whole group, but looked directly at you. You shook your head no discreetly but he ignored you. You made a last minute move and turned to Pietro and said “I think they just said it’s last call... will you come get another drink with me?” You said running your fingers across his chest. He nodded quickly “anything for you” and stood up and you two walked over to the empty bar... last call was about 45 minutes ago and you knew that damn well but needed an excuse to get out of there before Pietro found out the truth.

You didn’t know what compelled you to hide from him that this was all just supposed to be another mission for you, but you desperately didn’t want him to know.

Now you weren’t one to be straight forward or pushy but at this time you had no choice. “It looks like they’re all gone, want me to make you something instead?” Pietro asked, pushing one of you hairs behind your ear. You nodded a small no to him and stood up on your tip-toes to say “I was actually hoping that you could call us and cab... you know so that we can—“ “already ahead of you printsessa,“ he said grabbing your waist and leading you to the door as a black SUV pulled up. You could only assume it was one of Starks many private drivers that he let the whole team use.

He opened the passenger side back door for you and said “ladies first” with a cocky smile. You stepped inside and were en route to the Avengers compound for the first time. Not ideally how you imagined you’d first visit the facility but you weren’t complaining, especially considering Pietro was all over you in the car. He was completely infatuated with you, but a little voice was ringing in the back of your head that he was probably like this every week with other girls. 

Little did you know he felt differently for you.

Once you got into the compound Pietro swiftly picked you up and ran you all the way to his room, sitting you on his bed. He knelt down and ran his hands over your smooth legs and spoke cautiously “may I kiss you darling? Don’t want to...” he sighed, feeling himself grow more excited by the minute “...make you uncomfortable.” Once again your breath faltered, there was truly nothing sexier than consent.

You nodded quickly but he started off painfully slow, first kissing the backs of your hands and slowly up your arms, effectively sending chills up your spine. He pushed you back down onto his bed as he sat back and took off his shirt with the blink of an eye. You stared at him in awe for a second, reaching your hand out to touch his abs just to make sure he was real. As you felt his toned abs he smiled. “Like what you see?” You shook your head no. “I love it,” you said with a cheeky smile, pulling your own dress off as quick as you could, leaving yourself in just your underwear.

“No bra? Such a naughty girl...” he said as he shamelessly stared at your chest before attacking your breasts with open mouthed kisses. You fought back the urge to moan and give him the satisfaction of hearing how much you were enjoying yourself, but it was so hard with his perfect mouth working wonders on one breast while his hand skillfully played with the other one.

Slowly he started to kiss up your body as he asked “what’s your favorite thing to do in bed, dorogoy?” You laughed lightly, but didn’t fully understand what he was asking, half of your head already in heaven.

“I mean...” he started, standing up and taking his pants and boxers off while looking you directly in the eyes. “What are you kinks?” He said with a wicked grin. You averted your gaze to his now free cock as it sprung out of his boxers and stood tall in front of you. He walked closer to you as he started to pump himself slowly “come on now... I know a pretty girl like you can’t be all vanilla.”

You swallowed thickly, still staring his length down. You assumed he was big but just... wow.

“I’ve uh, I’ve always wanted to be... tied up.” Yon admitted truthfully, somehow feeling a sense of safety around him.

“Wanted to? Has no one ever asked you what you wanted in the bedroom?” He asked, setting one knee on the bed. You shook your head no quickly, taking your underwear off for him as you crawled over to him on your knees. “Such a shame...” he said, with what you believed to be a hint of anger.

You sat in front of him ready to take his length in your mouth but he shoved you back onto his bed abruptly “get off your ass you little suka.” He went to his nightstand and grabbed a pair of silver handcuffs , took your arms and handcuffed you to his bed without a word. He leaned down and whispered into your ear and said “in this room, a lady always comes first.” To be honest, you were almost convinced you could’ve came right then and there just from his words.

At an agonizingly slow pace, Pietro began to kiss down your naked body. Reaching your heat he let his hot breath fan over you, watching you squirm underneath him; he wasn’t even touching you yet.

“Pietro, please.” You pleaded softly, disregarding all respect for yourself as you begged for him to touch you.

“Please what dear? You need to use your words with me,” he smirked devilishly as he waited for your reply inches from your throbbing pussy.

“Touch me, Pietro, please!” You hips bucked against nothing but the air as you were desperate for any kind of friction.

“Oh, you mean like this?” He said as his cold hand cupped your dripping heat “god, you’re already so wet... is this all for me?” You shook your head yes and Pietro dove into you like you were his last meal. You screamed out in pleasure as his mouth worked wonders on you.

Without a warning he stuck a finger inside you and you pulled on the handcuffs that held you to the bedpost, wanting nothing more than to run your hand through his silver locks. He started to curl his finger, making you moan out louder than you care to admit before he added another and started to go at a super human speed while he harshly sucked on your clit. You were starting to see stars as you yelled out “I’m so close, fuck!” He didn’t change a thing, keeping his pace and speed, bringing you to one of the most powerful orgasms you’ve ever had. Your body convulsed and shook as you were sure you blacked out for a second or two as he coaxed you down from your high, cleaning up all of your cum from his face and your dripping cunt.

You were absolutely breathless, and when you opened your eyes next Pietro was hovering over you, wiping the last of you from his lips with the back of his hand. He thought you were done for, he gently grabbed your face and asked “what do you need dragâ?” You looked into his icy blue eyes and said “need you... inside me... please.” He was a bit taken back, not expecting you to be so eager and willing for round two. But he happily obliged “as you wish, printsessa.”

Pietro adjusted himself at your entrance and looked to you for the final seal of approval. Once you nodded yes he pushed himself inside your entrance and quickly bottomed out, making you moan weakly as you let out a low breathe, he took that as a the go-ahead and started to move inside of you slowly, not wanting to hurt you... even though your wrists were already bruising from your fight against the restraints.

“Faster” you mumbled out, but Pietro heard you loud and clear. He removed his hand from the top of the bed post you were cuffed to and firmly wrapped it around your neck as he started to slam into you at an ungodly pace. Scratch that, this man was actually god. Much quicker than last round you were seconds away from your second or third orgasm, you had honestly lost count.

“Pietro I’m! I’m gonna—“ you were practically screaming at the top of your lungs but you didn’t care. “Not without me you’re not” he cut you off, and brought his other hand to rub fast circles on your clit as he choked you even harder, only bringing you impossibly closer to your next orgasm. He leaned down to your ear and said “you don’t get to cum until I say so, suka,” and as much as you wanted to cum and felt like you couldn’t hold it anymore, you moaned out and clenched around his length, causing him to moan loudly with you.

Feeling that he too was now close to a climax he quickly took your handcuffs off and threw them across the room, and you wasted no time getting your hands on him, scratching his back up as he pounded relentlessly into you. You were both moaning messes as strings of curses and each other’s names fell from your mouths. Soon enough Pietro grabbed your chin and forced you to look at him.

“Are you still close darling?” He said, so much care in his voice as he practically rearranged your guts. “Yes!!” you screamed, he smiled lustfully down at you “then cum.” He ordered and you let it all go as you scratched his back to the point where you think you drew blood. You clung onto the handsome man on top of you like he was your last breath. Clenching around him he went impossibly fast inside of you as he came, shooting his hot cum inside of you.

You must’ve blacked out again because the next thing you knew Pietro was walking over to you with a damp washcloth, leaning over to clean you up. You looked between your legs where he sat gently running the warm washcloth through your folds. You shivered and laughed a little as you were still very sensitive down there. Pietro looked up at you with a caring gleam in his eyes.

“Want me to help you to the bathroom darling?” He asked, his voice no longer low and raspy but now sweet and soft, his accent was still prominent though. You nodded and he smiled as he walked over to his dresser, pulling out a gray t-shirt and and a pair of boxers out, putting the pair on himself somewhat to your disappointment. Walking back over to the bed he opened the shirt and said “arms up dragâ.” Even if you didn’t fully understand what he was saying you obliged. As he placed his shirt on you he laughed to himself “I’m not even fucking you anymore and you’re still following my orders. I might just have to keep your pretty little ass around for a while... now stand up.” He said, his smile shining in the low light of the room.

You went to stand but your legs failed you and you fell right back on to the bed, blushing a bright red, embarrassed that one man had such an effect on you. Pietro only grinned down at you while he bent down to pick you up. Carrying you bridal style to the bathrooms he asked you “sorry if I fucked you until you couldn’t walk printsessa, but that’s what you wanted, no?” He said, gently placing you down on the toilet to go to the bathroom.

You nodded your head a shameful yes, and when you were finished he lifted you onto the counter and pressed a surprising gentle kiss to your lips. “It’s nothing to be ashamed about dragâ, no girl has ever made me cum like you did either, so I guess we’re even,” he said with a smirk.

He carried you back to his bed and got under the covers with you. Becoming suddenly shy he asked “would you mind if I cuddled you?” You looked up at him with a heartfelt smile. “I would love to” and you have never seen the speedster smile so big that night.

So with that he pulled you into his chest and drew circles on your back as you both fell asleep in each other’s arms.

—

The next time you woke was around 4am to your phone buzzing non stop. You slowly maneuvered yourself out of Pietro’s tight grasp, grabbed your phone off the nightstand and limped to the bathroom. Unsurprisingly, all of your notifications were texts from Tony.

11:58PM: so much for not sleeping with an Avenger. You should know he does this every week, you’re probably just another conquest to him.

12:42AM: would you two mind keeping it down over there? I’m two floors above you and I can still hear you. Have some consideration for everyone else in this compound.

1:15AM: come on kid. Everyone staying here tonight has officially asked F.R.I.D.A.Y to sound-proof their room. This will end in the morning when I tell him the truth.

1:44AM: I hate to admit but you kids really sounded like you had fun. I’d hate to tell him the truth and break both your hearts at this point.

2:37AM: call me when you see this, I don’t care what time it is. I just want to talk about what happened before everyone else wakes up.

Reading those texts was like watching Tony go through all five stages of grief in one night, scratch that, in 3 hours. Hesitantly you called Tony’s cell even though it was now 4:20 in the morning. You were shocked when he answered after only two rings on his side.

“I should kick you out of this compound right this second,” Tony answered flatly, not even bothering to say hello.

“But you won’t, because as I recall you called me ‘the next greatest asset to your team,’ no?” You said gleefully, knowing you were right. You heard Tony let out  a sigh of frustration on his end.

“I have to tell him and the team in the morning, L/n.” He said with a disappointed tone.

“No!” You shouted, just a little too loud. You peaked out of the bathroom door to check if you woke Pietro up, thankfully you didn’t. You saw him on the bed snoring peacefully and smiled.

“I mean... no. Please don’t.” You pleaded quietly.

“Kid you know I have to. You know the rest of the team wouldn’t just blindly accept you onto here if they thought you were an average civilian. Even if they thought you were Speedy’s girlfriend.”

You say silent on the other end for a second, contemplating your options.

“There has to be something we can tell them. There’s no one in the house that might advocate for my presence in the compound besides him? You know, to buy time while I slowly start to reveal my powers to him and whatnot.”

“Okay first of all he’s not to find out about your powers until he knows you’re a part of the team... and for someone advocating for you well...”

Tony paused moving his phone away from his face as he let out a spew of curses, bringing the phone back to his face he said “if you really think this might become something serious between you two, I can point out how I think you two really hit it off last night to his sister... and she’d do anything to see her brother not only happy but in a committed relationship.”

You gasped with excitement and jumped up and down “you’d really do that for me?” You asked eagerly.

“Yes, but only if you’re sure that you’re 100% serious about this being more than just a fling with him,” Tony said firmly.

“Oh 3000%” you said, peaking out to check on Pietro for the last time during your call. “I’m sure.” Tony sighed on the other end. “Okay then, but you promise we’ll tell him at some point soon?” You resentfully agreed, and hung up on Tony.

Well that “little thing” you guys had quickly turned into a full brown infatuation for one another and you were constantly all over each other. Everyone else, especially Wanda, thought it was so nice to finally see Pietro settle down with someone. After that night you guys went on many dates together, you got to know the Avengers better than you ever imagined, and learned all about Pietro’s past and his powers. He asked you about your past from time to time, but you always avoided the conversation. Pietro figured your past was just traumatic and didn’t want to push it...he wasn’t wrong but there was a whole different reason besides that for not telling him about your past. For the last three months you and Pietro haven’t exactly “settled down.” In fact crazy nights like the one when you first met happened quite often, and not always in the privacy of your rooms...

The breaking point for Tony was that not only that you guys were head over heels for each other for 3 whole months now, much longer than he ever thought this little ordeal would last. One of the things Tony hated the most about you and Pietro was that he and the rest of the team would catch you two... procreating, almost everywhere in the tower. But it wasn’t until a movie night in the compound when everyone was gathered on the couches in the commons area watching some movie and you two were too busy getting busy with each other to pay attention. You had always taken risks in front of and with other team members but never like this. Pietro has skillfully pulled your pants done just enough for him to slide inside you. Just as you were reaching your climax you let out an involuntary moan, not loud but loud enough for a few others to look over to you two and catch on pretty quickly.

Gasping in disgust everyone else turned their attention to you two and started to shout at you both to stop. But Pietro said “fuck it...” and placed one hand over your mouth and the other on your hip as he used his super human speed to finish you and him off. Tony yelled for F.R.I.D.A.Y to turn on the lights and said “THAT’S IT!! I’m done keeping your little secret L/n.” Tony said standing up and looking you in the eyes with nothing but anger. You and Pietro adjusted yourselves so you were decent under the blanket and looked at Tony with the rest of the group, everyone wondering what the hell he was talking about.

“Tony please don’t,” you begged, but he shook his head “it’s too late kid, you had your chance.” Pietro took on a softer demeanor as he wrapped his arm around you and looked at Tony with anger and confusion. Angry that he was upsetting you but confused because he had no idea what Tony was talking about.

“So everyone remembers about 3 months ago when these two kids got together right? I mean, gosh how could we forget?” Tony said with a dry laugh, a few team members awkwardly nodding as to say they still remembered.

“Well surprise! That night was a mission of Y/n’s! That’s right! For the past month or so before that night I had been giving her missions because I wanted to recruit her to the team!” Tony was shouting, visibly angry. It’s a shame Pepper was in Chicago for the week hiring a new head of finances, otherwise she may have been able to stop or maybe even calm Tony down.

“This little minx had a mission to “seduce” one of you lucky fellas, not sleep with any of you. The gig was supposed to be up at the end of the night when I’d happily embarrass whoever she decided to seduce. But Speedy Gonzales over here took her right off her feet, which admittedly at the beginning of the night was cute. But when they ran off from me before I could expose Y/n’s truth, and to come back here only to go at it like rabbits. . . it was annoying to say the least. Things only got worse when she begged me not to tell a certain speedster and convinced me to lie to you all saying I thought they were good together!”

Everyone was in shock and all eyes were now on you, Pietro took his arm off of you and looked at you with his tears brimming his beautiful blue eyes. You hated to see him cry.

“Now yes I’m sorry I lied and maybe a little bit of this is on me but I never thought it’d go this far! I mean when she begged me over the phone at 4am not to tell and told me she was serious about him I believed her! I mean obviously she was telling the truth but she lied to me too. She told me she was going to tell him at some point about her powers and her up and coming place on the team! But now here I am, looking like I’m the asshole because I can’t take it anymore okay!?”

Pietro looked at you and shook his head in utter disbelief and disappointment. A few tears fell from his face but he sped off before you or anyone else saw him cry any more. You cried out after him “Pietro don’t go! I’m sorry!” You sobbed, feeling your heart crack as you feared this was it for you two, and that the last three months would only be a cherished memory.

You stood up and wiped your tears and looked at Tony, with deep purple in your eyes and a new glow to your hands no one else had seen you show before.

“Stark.” You said, your voice hoarse and void of all and any emotion but rage.

“I’m sorry.” He said quietly.

“Oh you will be, you had absolutely NO RIGHT telling him that! Telling everyone about me, my powers, my missions! I begged you not to tell him that night because as stupid as it sounds I felt myself falling for him! So now I’m fucking in love with him and I haven’t even told him yet and you go and ruin it just because you can’t stand us having a little fun. Was our timing and actions inappropriate? Yes. Does that give you any right to out me and my whole facade to everyone here? Absolutely not.”

Balls of purple light grew in your hands and you started to slowly walk towards Tony, the rest of the group took this as their chance to quickly leave so they weren’t next. But for some reason, Wanda stayed behind. You didn’t even notice though.

You wanted to hurt Tony more than even you yourself knew, but at the same time you knew you couldn’t kill him or hurt him majorly. So you used your powers to their fullest extent and lifted Tony from his standing on the ground.

“Oh no” he said softly, as you moved your arms and threw him through the glass window of the patio and into the back lawn. After that you sobbed and fell to your knees. Wanda was immediately by your side but you pushed her away and you flew yourself out of there and back to your apartment that you hadn’t visited in 3 months.

It was so cold and empty, you just cried loudly to yourself and you got under your covers. You continued to cry until the last of your energy left your body and you fell asleep.

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It has been two weeks since anyone had seen you, and two weeks since Pietro did so much as talk to anyone else in the compound, even Wanda. He only left his room to eat about once a day, usually in the AM when everyone else was asleep. Wanda adapted to his sleep schedule just to be able to see him and try and talk to him. No one had even seen Pietro speed around anywhere since you left, some were beginning to wonder if he was so depressed that he lost his powers.

You on the other hand were practically the same, maybe worse considering you were stuck alone in your small apartment. You had no one to talk to, no one was even trying to talk to you. No one from the compound ever reached out to you. Tony never even formally apologized. Granted you threw him through a window, but you still thought he owed you something for what he did.

It was around 2:45AM at the compound and Wanda was waiting on the couch for Pietro to make his nightly meal run. When he was head first in the fridge, she walked over to him. He jumped at first but  saw it was his sister. He mumbled a quiet “go away” and started to walk off, but she used her powers to stop him.

“You’re not going anywhere until you talk to me, brother.”

Pietro sighed as he turned around to face his sister; he had never looked so tired and sad, even after their own parents' funeral.

“Can we at least talk in my room?” He pleaded, which Wanda gladly agreed to, just happy that he was willing to talk to her.

“What do you want to hear? I know you’ve already looked inside my head to see how much I miss her.” He said sitting down on his bed, opening a package of Oreos. Wanda took notice of the tissues and empty junk food containers that were lying around his room.

“Well if you’ll admit how much you miss her, I want you to go and see her, talk to her, and be with her again.”

“Byla net!” He yelled, saying fuck no to his sister in his native language. “She lied to me for months, she betrayed me and made a whole new personality! Why should I ever trust her again?”

“She lied to you to protect you AND herself Pietro!! Can’t you see that? Were you even there before she threw Stark through that window?! She lied to you because she cared so much, and she didn’t want to hurt you or for you to see her differently!” Wanda was full-blown shouting at her brother, not caring if she woke the other Avengers up, she was so sick and tired of seeing her brother mope around.

“Oh yeah? And how do you know that?” He inquired, his voice filled with resentment,

“Because I went to see her you mudak! I looked inside her head and saw nothing but pain, sorrow, and regret!”

In the blink of an eye Pietro’s anger disappeared and he looked shocked .“You went to see her?” He asked hopefully, mentally punching himself for likely making you feel so down and horrible.

“Yes, but she didn’t see me. God she looked worse than you and your room smells like something died in here.”

Pietro scoffed, but sat in silence for a couple minutes. Wanda waited patiently for her brother's reply.

“I’ll go to see her in the afternoon, but I’m going to bed for now. You have to go and give me some time to rest and think about what I’m going to say.” Wanda nodded and hugged her brother tightly. “You’re doing the right thing,” she said with a smile, and left his room so he could be alone with his thoughts.

—

It was sometime around 1pm and you were still asleep on your couch, not that anything was wrong with your bed. You just didn’t have enough energy last night to move to your bed. You were awoken to a loud and persistent knocking. It stopped after about thirty seconds and you sighed, ready to drift off back to sleep. But you only got about 10 seconds of peace before the knocking started again. You got off your ass and stomped your way to your door swinging it open quickly shouting “what the hell do you—”

But that all changed when you saw those eyes again, those beautiful blue eyes. You saw him smile weakly as he held out a bouquet of flowers for you. Seeing him again felt like someone restarting the fire of your heart, and without saying another word or even thinking about the consequences of your actions, you jumped on your tippy toes and pressed a sweet but passionate kiss to his lips. He gratefully accepted your love and wrapped one arm around your waist as he deepened the kiss and stepped inside, shutting the door behind him as he leaned against it.

You both breathlessly pulled away and looked into each other’s eyes with nothing but pure love.

“Hi.” You spoke weakly, your voice cracking softly.

“Hi... you look like...shit” Pietro spoke bluntly, causing you to laugh for the first time in weeks.

“Yeah because you look so handsome with those dark circles caving into your face,” you said, caressing his face with your hand ever so gently. He laughed back with you.

“I’ve missed you, dragâ,” he said. placing a kiss on your forehead.

“I’ve missed you too, more than you know.”

After sharing one more sweet kiss you went to sit down on your couch with Pietro and told him everything. Your childhood, your parents abandoning you at an orphanage, HYDRA kidnapping you, how you got your powers, all of it. In return Pietro told you how much he missed you and you both agreed to never keep anything from each other ever again.

That evening after Pietro had helped you clean up your apartment at superhuman speeds, you two were just sitting on your couch watching TV, you turned to your boyfriend and said hesitantly, “you know how we agreed to tell each other everything from now on?”

He nodded and looked at your nervous face, encouraging you to go on.

“I don’t know how to say this but I—” you took a deep breath, about to let the last of your walls down. “I love you.”

A smile brighter than the sun lit up on the man's face as he pulled you in for a sweet kiss. He pulled away and held your face, looking at you with his piercing blue orbs he said “I love you too malyshka, so, so much.” After one more kiss of pure contentment, you decided it was time to go back to the compound.

—

You two walked in hand and hand to see the avengers doing none other than watching a movie together. You two laughed together at the situation taking note that it was exactly where you were two weeks ago. Wanda heard you laughing and looked over to see her now very happy brother and you, his girlfriend. She immediately jumped up for joy and ran over to you two giving you both a big hug expressing her overwhelming excitement that you two were together again.

After conversing with Wanda for a minute, you all walked over to the couch and Wanda sat back down. There were a few seconds of awkward silence before Nat spoke up and said “so? Are you two love birds back together or what?” You nodded eagerly and Pietro spoke for you. “Yes we are, and as long as everyone’s okay with it... y/n would like to start training to join the team.”

The team shared some shared looks of agreement amongst one another before Steve stood up to come and shake your hand. “Welcome to the Avengers, kid.” He said happily, clearly waiting for that moment. Tony was close behind him, with a guilty look on his face.

“Look kid, I know as far as apologies go I suck at them but I really am sorry. I had no place telling Speedy and the whole team your business. I am truly sorry.”

You smiled sweetly and said “as long as you don’t sue or charge me for throwing you through that window, I think we’re even.” And with that, everyone shared a laugh. Things felt normal again.

You finally felt at peace, with the man you loved by your side. You finally had a family and a home. Life was on your side, and it was just about to start.

—

A/N

Oh my god hi I can’t believe I really wrote that. For the record I’m a mentally unstable 18 year old kinky virgin, who’s only drafted a few smut one-shots before this; so feedback would be greatly appreciated! Anyways I am unbelievably proud of this, I actually wrote it all in one day, over the course of 7 non-stop hours of writing. So I sincerely hope you all enjoyed this as much as I enjoyed writing it!!

Much Love,

—Skyler

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The Adventures of Miss Mischeif 2

Part 2

This was supposed to be written for Day 26: Not Soulmates @maribatmarch-2k21 but it wasn’t but it’s here. Here is part 2 @diana-luna-13

Ao3 *** Part 1

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She was dead that is the only explanation she had for her listening to yet another condescending ‘Romantic’ mansplain that she and Mister Bug must be soulmates by you guessed it Mister Bug. Unfortunately for him he still hadn’t cast his cure, so everyone was watching and listening to this all this alongside her.

“Sweetheart, are you okay?” A woman stepped forward from the crowd towards her. She was clenching her jaw, shaking, trying to restrain her emotions.

“She’s fine. We didn’t even get hurt this battle.” Mister Bug thought it appropriate to answer for both of them.

“If I’m not mistaken, this kind citizen wasn’t talking to you.” A newcomer in a red helmet stepped forward next to Nightrunner.

“Minou?” Nightrunner stepped in front of her, crouched down, and whispered to her. “Hey, want to see if your winning streak will hold against the Hotte Rouge?”

That brought out a smile. “You’re on.” She then turned to the woman who stepped up. “I am fine Madame, but” she turned and faced Mister Bug. “I will only say this once, afterwards I will not listen to you on this subject again.ni will not be harassed into dating you because you got it in your head that we are soulmates. Hell, even if we were soulmates, that does not mean I HAVE to love YOU!” She pointed, he went quiet and still. “You do not get to harass me in an attempt to force me into a relationship and for me to accept.” She turned and faced Nightrunner and the Red Hood. The three of them left followed by a swarm of Ladybugs, and the familiar sound of Bug’s yo-yo.

“Do you want to talk to him?” She shook her head. “Take Hood to the base I’ll meet both of you there.”

“Okay.”

The two of them made it to the base in relative silence. When they got to the base, she excused herself to the bathroom, where she de-transformed.

"Hey, kitten you okay?” He nuzzled close to her.

"I don't know, Plagg.” She absentmindedly stroked his head, while he purred into her chest.

The two of them stayed like that for a few minutes before Plagg wiggled out of under her finger. "Come on, let’s go out there and kick the red bucket at some video games."

"Let's go!" She slipped on a domino mask Nightrunner had given her and tucked her hair back and into her hoodie. When she walked out, she dropped the school bag she still had with her.

"Homework, then video games."

"Why?" she pouted.

"Because I know you, and... you've probably finished most of it already Mischief."

"Fine." she conceded.

"Holy shit when did you adopt a kid Nightrunner?!"

She and Nightrunner remained silent before their brains kicked their mouths into overdrive, denial on their tongues.

"What would you call this, then?"

"Older Brother syndrome?"

"That! That is accurate.” She agreed. "Nox acts like my brother Ja..." The name formed a lump in her throat, which she promptly swallowed. "Nox acts like my brother used to."

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Granted Jason knew that it would be best to avoid sensitive subjects, but when Bilal, called to help train one of Paris’ newest heroes, Jason was the only Bat who was free and decided why not. But this Kid had trauma, if how she reacted to her supposed partner was any indication, she was used to being pushed aside. That mask and Bilal seemed to help her stand up for herself. If Bilal was a form of brother to her, who isn’t in the picture anymore then that is somewhere to start. Jason knew that she pulled out her tablet as a way to drop the subject, but he wouldn't have it.

"Maybe we could help you reunite with him? Your brother that is." He extended tentatively.

She sadly shook her head. "No. First, that would lead you both to my identity. Second, I don't even know if he is alive or not. And third, my files may be redacted because of something that happened." She didn’t elaborate as if she wasn’t ready to share that, or that that event was too painful to relive.

“Why wouldn’t you want to know?” If I were able to find my sister again, I wouldn’t give up the chance, but she disappeared, not even looking for her with Bruce’s, or the JLA’s, hell I even tried using the League of Assassins’ resources but I could not find a trace of her.

“Knowing he is alive wouldn’t change what happened and knowing he is dead would only hurt me more than knowing, seeing as I’ve lost him all over again.”

“We are not going down this route. Hood.” A gaming controller was thrown at him. “We play until she is done.”

“Alright, alright. My offer stand if you ever want to know.” She didn’t say anything just a quick nod before powering on the tablet and inputting her code. He didn’t realize that he watched her put it in, but those four numbers swam through his head, familiar as if it was riddle, he should know the answer to, but it taunted him, confusing him.

It wasn’t long until she finished her homework and she sat down between the two of them.

“So, who wants to lose first?”

“Confidant, are we?”

“It’s a given fact is what it is.” Bilal handed her his controller, he shook his head pityingly, is that for me? No, it can’t be?

Ten matches in and he realized it was for him. “How do you do that?”

She shrugged, “Just good at games. I think it’s time for me to get home.” She started to gather her things.

“I should probably get going too.” Jason stood as Bidal moved next to him.

“Keep an eye on her you two are going roughly in the same direction.” He clapped Jason on the shoulder, to which Jason nodded. Mischief was exiting the bathroom now in her hero uniform.

“It’s time go Missy.” He called.

“Oh really now?” She rolled her eyes.

They left and spoke a bit on what she wanted to hone in on with training. He asked what she knew and her skills in combat. What he wasn’t expecting was that some skills she knew were similar to a street kids, he chalked it up to coincidence but it struck a chord with him. They had split off but he decided to stay a few roof over and glad he did. That bug was back.

“Hi there kitty cat.”

“Are you here to apologize or to continue to harass me?”

“But I’m not harassing you. Am I?”

“Ya you are. You don’t respect my answers, you don’t respect my boundaries, and worst of all you are supposed to be my partner. Someone I should be able to shoulder this responsibility with. Someone who I could trust, but you’ve taken advantage of that and tried to force your feelings onto me.” She stood firm, while bug boy seemed to really think.

“I’m sorry, how can I make it up to you?”

“Be better from this point on.”

“Okay, and if I step out of line tell me, or maybe explain it. I’ve had a rather sheltered childhood, and I know that doesn’t excuse my behavior, but I am willing to learn to be better.”

“Oh I will, and if it helps my childhood wasn’t exactly ‘normal’ as I’m guessing yours wasn’t either.” She used air quotes.

He laughed and she joined him. “Partners?”

“Partners.” She repeated.

“Um just out of curiosity what is your ideal romantic partner?”

“All I want in a man is someone who rides bravely, dances beautifully, sings with vigor, reads passionately, and whose taste agrees in every point with my own. And that is not you at least not the version that I know.” She turned and with a wave of her hand she left the red spotted hero alone on the roof.

The other red hero a few rooftops over was speechless. This girl just quoted Jane Austen and he was rooting for her. If he had to adopt her as his own daughter or even as a sister he would. Especially as he would tell his own sister that very line whenever she said she wanted a Prince Charming, he remembered as he made is way back to his hotel.

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Curl Recovery

Post Prison Spencer x Gender Neutral Curly Hair Reader

Gif is from @zhuzhubii who also helped me out of my writers block to write this by talking about their curly hair request. They have a writing about curly hair as well go check it out along with their other works! Also thanks to @imagining-in-the-margins for helping me as well!

Summary: Spencer has returned from prison and isn’t feeling himself. His whole being has taken a beating including his hair. Y/N helps him gain back a little of what he lost.

Warnings: Talk of Prison, this is fluff but it has angst (comfort fluff)

A/N: Hey Hey loves sorry for being MIA I had a major writers block. I was supposed to post Mismatched first but I’m in a rut with writing it. So here’s something I whipped up to try and get my writing brain going. This didn't have a beta but I did try to edit. Also again this was supposed to be a blurb and I failed lmao.

Masterlist Word count: 1.2k

Spencer never cared much about how his hair looked. It was always something that he never bothered to learn how to properly tame. No one really taught him how to in his childhood and he honestly wasn’t sure where he inherited his waves from. Before prison he would normally gel it back to where you could barely discern he even had wild fluffy beautiful curls hiding underneath.

Spencer tried to do his normal routine of slicking back his hair since he got out, but every time he looked in the mirror the image that he was greeted with didn’t seem like himself anymore. His face was no longer filled with boyish charm and was now tinged with sadness and heavy eye bags. He wanted to let his curls and waves live free just as he finally felt after those hellish weeks.

However, the soap that was given to him in prison shouldn’t have been put on anyone’s hair. He was pretty sure the soap that was being passed off as shampoo was really dial soap. Spencer could recognize the way the soap foamed on his hands and the smell had been too similar to not make the connection.

Sulfates aren’t a gentle chemical, they strip the skin of its natural oils, depriving it of its resources. The chemicals had done they’re damage in the three months he had been behind bars. His once defined curls now sat limp and frizzy, no longer framing his face like they once had. His identity was stripped from him and he didn’t realize how much he loved them until they were gone.

Tears clung to the corners of his eyes as he raked his hand through his hair that now felt like straw. He felt stupid for crying- I mean who cries over hair? Somewhere deep he knew that it had nothing to do with his vanity and had everything to do with the fact that he felt robbed. He felt robbed of his passion, joy, and the slight innocence he had retained throughout the years even with his gruesome job.

His torso was suddenly wrapped up with a familiar warmth, at first he started to jerk away from the embrace as a reflex, he had gotten much more jumpy with touch ever since getting back.

“Sorry!” The familiar voice of Spencer’s significant other squeaked out in fear that they had scared him.

“No- Y/N I’m sorry. I've just been really jumpy.” Spencer scrambled to say. He always loved when they embraced him, he gained a tremendous amount of comfort from their touch. Turning around to face away from the mirror hanging over the sink Spencer scooped Y/N up in another hug, tucking his head into their neck and nuzzling.

“You don’t have anything to apologize for bubs.” Spencer was silent in response with tears still pricking at the edges of his irises, which worried Y/N. Even though the trauma he had from prison was still deep rooted he had given the impression that he was doing extremely well for only being out for a little while. “What’s wrong?”

“I don’t want to gel it anymore and I want my curls back. The shampoo at the prison destroyed them, they’re gone.” He choked out, tears beginning to fall down his cheeks and on to the t-shirt that Y/N wore. Y/N couldn’t take the deep rooted pain that Spencer now carried from prison however, they could give him some solace by helping him gain back a little of what he lost.

“Don’t fret Spence. We can get them to come back, it’ll just take some extra time and care. Have you washed it today?”

“I haven’t washed it today.” Y/N peered over the tub to look at his array of products, they had never taken a close look beforehand, though they weren't surprised to see the typical 2 in 1 shampoo conditioner.

“Your products that you have are damaging to your hair too.” His face fell at their words the twinge of restoration crumpled in front of him, “But, you can use mine Spence.” They said while ruffling his hair with a grin trying to cheer him up as much as possible. Spencer still felt a halo of darkness around him but the presence of the person he loved made everything seem a tone lighter. His hands reached for the curly hair products they held, though they were swiftly tugged away from him.

“No Spence, let me take care of you.” A stool was brought by Y/N for Spencer to sit on. They cradled his head gently after he sat down and tilted his head over the sink where a towel was placed to catch all of the excess water.

The massage that was given to his scalp by Y/N made the tension start to melt away. After shampoo the deep conditioner was pulled out to soften his locks again. While the conditioner was working its magic on his hair Y/N sat on Spencer’s lap tracing light patterns on his skin with the tips of their fingers. Silence was the only thing being exchanged in the air. However, it wasn’t awkward. It was content peaceful silence, which was something Spencer hadn’t been able to enjoy in a long time. When the time came to wash it out he let out a disgruntled whine not wanting to break the delicate peace that was created. The peace still happened to remain between them as Y/N took an old t-shirt that they didn’t care about anymore, carefully scrunching out the excess water out of his hair.

Spencer realized that he felt the happiest he’d been in a long time while Y/N put gel into his hair. This time however, the gel was placed meticulously in stark contrast to the stifled locks he had worn before, his curls were wild and free. He decided to take a cue from his curls and let go a bit. He may still have pain with a long road of recovery ahead of him, but can still try to live life to the fullest, especially with his beloved Y/N at his side.

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underrated stevetony fics rec list (P1)

i feel like a lot of really good stevetony fics get swept under the rug because this is such a big fandom and sometimes people miss out on quality content?? so this is a rec list of some of the stevetony fics i feel like everybody should have read/ be reading

Edit (31.12.2020): this got very long (i had almost 50 fics on my list, so ive decided to split this list into two parts. part 2 will be out soon!!)

Edit (20.02.2021): part 2 is out now!!

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picture me in the trees: @ifmywishescametrue

Tony and Steve were childhood friends that almost became more, but Tony moved and they lost their chance. Thirteen years later, a chance meeting brings Tony back into Steve's life.

Free: @iwanttopizzamanyou

"Steve reads, and the words dance in front of his eyes, because while this used to be his dream, what he wanted, all he can think about is how this Hell will soon become his full time life."

Steve discovers fame, with fans waiting for him in the lobby and girls passing him their numbers after the shows. It used to be what he wanted, he supposes. Except his future managers keep asking more and more from him, and he's not sure his old life will survive. Tony is ready to help, and compromise, but Steve maybe isn't anymore.

making it work: @/ironarm 

“Just tell him you don’t want to see him anymore,” Clint replies, finishing the end of his burger and starting to crumple up the wrapper, “It’s not like you love him or anything.”

“Clint, if I thought I could get rid of him about a week ago, I would have. But for some fucked up reason, I can’t lie to him. It’s like, I see those baby blue eyes, and bam. Whatever barrier that I built up from childhood trauma is gone.”

Clint chokes on the last piece of his burger, almost resisting the urge to smack Tony on the side of his head.

Tony was a fucking idiot.

Boys Like Us: @naferty

The video had been a mistake. One of the biggest mistakes he had ever done in his life, and considering Tony Stark had done a bunch of shit in his younger years, and even older years, that was saying something.

It was just that none of those things were as embarrassing as that video.

He blamed Clint for everything

Stained Fingertips: @thesoundofnat

“I don’t really believe in magic,” he said, clearing his throat. “But I’m almost certain you’re a goddamn wizard, Steve Rogers.”

Steve would remember those words for the rest of his life.

(Or, Steve is maybe slightly obsessed with drawing Tony. Not that Tony minds.)

Inhale, Ex-Sail: @summerpipedream

"Rich pirates decked out in top-of-the-line black market gear,” grumbled Tony, ”why don’t I have the budget to make those again?’

Rhodey inched back so that he and Tony were back-to-back. “We’re apparently law abiding citizens now, which means having to pay taxes.”

Tony scowled. “Urg, right. Remind me why I wanted to do that again?”

Rhodey rolled his eyes. “What was it you called him last time? Your sweet tart? Your apple pie in the sky? The wind beneath your wings? Hopefully he’ll fly here fast enough so we don’t get killed. Or worse, mugged.”

Tony Stark Bingo K1 - AU: Steampunk

As Constant As A Star: @atsadi

The Swan Princess AU

As young children, Prince Anthony and Princess Natasha of neighboring Midgardian kingdoms are betrothed, and spend their summers together every year until they are wed. Tony adores his headstrong friend Nat: it’s her scowly little companion Steve he’s not thrilled about at first. But soon Steve goes from being a thorn in Tony’s side to being his dearest friend – and much, much more than that. Despite Steve feeling the same way about Tony, the pair still dance around each other for years as Steve struggles to accept his feelings for another man: especially one already betrothed to another. Not to mention that Tony is a prince, and Steve is nothing but a squire.

But before they can make peace, Tony is kidnapped and dragged into the beginnings of another conflict in the nearby magical kingdom of Asgard – he really hates magic. With his potential usefulness diminishing by the day, Tony races to escape even as Steve, Natasha, and their friends race to find him and bring him home.

And—just to make matters worse—Tony has been trapped by a powerful spell and turned into a swan, of all creatures. He really, really hates magic.

Always Yours: @hollyjollyhope

Getting kidnapped is normal for them, at this point. But there's nothing normal about this.

And suddenly, Tony has a choice to make.

Oxeye Daisy (patience): @s-horne

“You make me want things I can’t have.”

Steve startled at the voice from behind him and turned around to see Tony standing in the kitchen doorway. He stared straight at Tony for a long moment. The room was quiet, time stretching out in a thick and uncomfortable silence as neither man dare to move nor opened his mouth to speak first.

White Clover (a promise): @s-horne

“Hey, sweetheart.”

Tony lifted his head as he tried to focus on Steve’s voice. When he managed to open his eyes and blink a bit of the blurriness away, he was rewarded with a gentle smile being shone down at him.

“There you are,” Steve said. “Was worried I was going to have to talk to myself.”

Though his tone was light, Tony knew what he meant. It was no secret that Tony was physically weaker and a hell of a lot more human than Steve was and was therefore struggling more with the lack of regular nourishment that came with being held hostage.

“Course not,” Tony said back, voice hoarse but plastering a smile on his face all the same. His head was pounding and his eyes couldn't stay open. “Would I ever do that to you? You’d never get a sensible answer.”

Acta non verba: @firebrands

unapologetic fluff about two idiots who can barely keep it together with how hard they're crushing on each other

or:

tony has to help steve with math + a halloween party = a good time for everyone, eventually

you take me higher than the rest (everybody else is second best): @firebrands

tumblr fill for adi & anthonydarling, who asked for "'Prank' war, but the kind to see who can make the other blush the most in public" from this prompt list

Adjacent, Against, Upon: @firebrands

A political AU!

Steve Rogers is running as the Mayor of somewhere, America. Tony Stark, his campaign manager, deals with a candidate who isn’t interested in lying, and just wants to do good by these citizens, god damn it.

song of unrest: @omg-just-peachy

How was Steve supposed to reconcile all of this? The way he looked so different but still felt so much the same? It made Steve’s head spin. He knows he shouldn’t care so much, that he is what he is, but he just wants to know.

Paint The Town Blue: @omg-just-peachy

Ten years since he’d seen or spoken to Tony Stark, ten years since they’d broken up to go away to school. And now this email. It could be his only chance to see Tony again.

Camelot: @weethreequarter

For one shining moment, there was Camelot.

In 2019, Karen Page meets Captain Steve Rogers to conduct an exclusive interview on his late husband, President Tony Stark.

In 2007, Steve meets Senator Tony Stark and falls in love.

he thinks he’s lancelot (but he’s more of a sir lamorak): @theotherwasdeath

Tony knows firsthand that violence isn’t funny. So why oh why does he think that the scene playing out in front of him, Steve and Victor Von Doom in a knock-out, drag-down fist fight, is absolutely hilarious?

wildflowers: @tinytonysnark

“So,” Steve begins, clapping his hands together, “the city of SHIELD is in debt. The big ups have sent for financial advisors, all the way from DC! They’re gonna take a look at the city’s spending and make some cuts.”

He squints at the camera against the morning sun shining through the courtyard, “I’m not that worried. Everyone here in the parks department is an important member of the team and absolutely needed.”

The camera swings towards the office where from the large glass window, Natasha can be seen picking up the ringing phone before immediately slamming it back down onto the receiver.

[A Parks and Rec AU]

trinkets of your affection: @starklysteve

Kissed him once for every year I loved him, Steve had written.

By that count, Steve owes him five more kisses now.

Tony traces the words, hands trembling, and tips back a shot of Howard's ancient whiskey. None of it burns anymore.

One day, he'll have lived more days without Steve than there are words in the diary.

For the first time since he'd woken with shrapnel in his chest, Tony fears the future.

----------

Or, five things Tony keeps to remember Steve by, and one thing Steve gives him to remember.

[phis-corner]

Do you remember that after passing the guardianship, the guardian of the miraculous loses all his memories?

What would happen if Mari passed the guardianship in the maribat universe?

I want angst

:)))

note: this was very barely proofread so excuse any errors ahaha

Masterlist

Growing up, Damian al Ghul once had a sister.

A twin, with midnight hair and fierce blue eyes and a burning desire to change the world.

She’d been weak, according to League standards, because she refused to kill the baby rabbits that had been their first test.

His sister had promptly been removed from the training grounds. He never saw her again.

He didn’t expect to. The League was efficient and eliminated anything and anyone that did not serve their purpose properly. She may have been clever and resourceful, but even she could not escape the League.

But then the day came when Paris re-opened itself to the world, after its heroes had finally defeated the emotional terrorist that cause them to close themselves off in the first place.

They watched the news feeds at the Batcomputer, the large screen showing the last battle, filmed by a shaky camera.

Ladybug and Chat Noir. The two magic users who’d tirelessly defending their city for three years, refusing all outside help to preserve the safety of their people.

The moment he’d seen her, Damian had known.

“That’s my sister,” The words had spilled from his mouth, and everyone else had whirled around in shock.

“Why haven’t we heard about her until now?” Father asked, and Damian had lowered his head, partially in shame because he never even thought to search, and partially to hide the emotions flitting across his face.

“I thought she was dead,” He whispered, and they all fell quiet again after that.

They’d started watching the final battle, and Damian had promised himself he’d go to Paris immediately after the shaky news footage was over. That he’d reunite with her, apologize for never having searched for her. For never even trying to defend her, when they’d dragged her away. He’d make up for all the years he should have had with her, and she’d get to meet Father and the rest of the family, just like they’d always dreamed of when they were little, sharing those dreams with each other with hushed words meant for the other’s ears only.

But it never happened like that, because Ladybug gives Guardianship to Chat Noir near the end of the battle out of necessity, because he cannot open the Miracle Box and she is too far away, and as Chat Noir used the Dragon to finally pry the butterfly from Gabriel Agreste, his sister slumped to her knees with empty eyes devoid of any memories.

They track her down. Marinette Dupain-Cheng. Age sixteen. Adopted parents: Tom Dupain and Sabine Cheng. Residence: the Tom and Sabine Boulangerie Patisserie, 12 Rue Gotlib.

Father instructs them not to interact with her. She’d lost all her memories of ever being a hero, of growing up in the League. Of him. She had a chance act being normal for once, without any of the trauma that their childhoods had brought them.

But Damian sneaks out to visit her anyway, because she was his sister, regardless of whether or not she remembered. Even if she didn’t, he could hold the memories for both of them.

The bell jingles cheerfully as he steps into the bakery, walking up to the counter where Sabine is standing.

She recognizes him instantly, and he doesn’t know if that’s a good thing.

“You’re the brother she used to speak about,” Sabine murmurs. “She’s upstairs. You can see her, but she doesn’t remember anything at all.”

“I know,” Damian says, but a small, selfish part of him still hopes that maybe, just maybe, she’d see him and she’d remember.

He goes up the stairs, every step echoing in his ears, until he reaches the trapdoor and knocks.

“Come in,” She says, and Damian’s hit with a wave of… something. It’s his sister. She sounds older, a little more world-weary, yes, but it’s still her.

He pushes open the trapdoor and makes eye contact with his sister, green meeting blue for the first time in years, and only one set of eyes lights up with recognition. It’s not hers.

But despite not remembering, she still has the blood of the World’s Greatest Detective in her. She’s still intelligent, almost too much so. She studies him for a moment, eyes tracing over his face, his body, the way he holds himself, and her mind slots together the pieces.

“You look like me,” She says carefully. “I knew you once, didn’t I? Were we siblings?”

“Twins,” Damian replies, still taking her in, unsure that this is real. That it is happening. That after so long spent thinking she was dead, she turned out to have been alive all this time. That she’d escaped, and lost her memories for the good of the world before he’d ever gotten to see her again.

“Oh,” She murmurs, eyes glancing down towards the floor. “You’re my brother. Frère. Gēgē. Frate. Ani. Fratello. Akhi.”

She looks up at him with confused, almost desperate eyes. “I know so many languages,” She says. “So many. And I don’t know how I know them. Do you know? You’re my brother, right? You’re my twin. You must know more about me than everyone else.”

The intensity of her stare has not changed over the years, and Damian finds himself wanting to flinch away, just a little. “You picked up a lot of languages when we were younger.”

“Do you know why I can’t remember?” She asks, with so much hope and trust in her eyes that Damian does not deserve, because he never bothered to search for her when he knew just how clever and resourceful she was, and now it was too late and she would never remember. He’d never get to apologize.

“I’m sorry,” He says finally instead of answering the question. “I’m so sorry, ukhti.”

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@raven-campanile because you asked a while back in the discord server lol

[guiltysecretpasttime]

bumi + lin getting caught or how everyone found out about their relationship :-))))

Title: Discretion

Note: Here’s what I have for this particular Lin/Bumi II prompt. Hope you enjoy 😊

· Pairing: Lin/Bumi II

· One-shot, post-series AU

· Rating: Teen

-----

Bumi was whistling as the hustle and bustle around Air Temple Island continued in preparation for Varrick’s wedding. Why they allowed the wedding and the party on the island, he had no idea.

He watched the tired teenagers who were hovering excitedly around the affianced. He supposed they all deserved some sort of merrymaking after what he had dubbed in his mind as the Kuvira Incident. It also was not a bad idea to have them use this time to work out their romantic entanglements, he thought as he eyed the various couples gravitating toward each other.

It also gave him a lovely excuse to meet up with his ownromantic entanglement.

The former military man faced the city pensively.

He frowned as the water lapped against the shore. The sun continued to shine brightly even as the buildings at the island across showed devastation, some still slightly smoldering days after the attack.

The Kuvira Incident did put things into perspective.

Well, that went dark quickly.

He blinked away grim thoughts and focused instead on the fairy lights being hung around the courtyard.

As he decided earlier, they all deserve some merrymaking.

---

“What are you doing skulking around?” Bumi asked the lady in green, who was looking down at a kebab that had seemed to have displeased her.

Lin Beifong scoffed. “I am not.” And continued to examine the mystery meat on the stick.

Bumi sauntered closer to her, standing at her side, joining her quiet observation of the party. “What on earth did that kebab do to you?” He waved his free hand to said meat on a stick; his other hand occupied with helping him take a swig of whatever fruity punch Varrick was serving.

She bit it furiously while rolling her eyes. “It’s a bit tasteless, if you must know.”

Bumi bit back a laugh and just hummed.

While she could eat instant noodles as well as any cadet living off rations, Lin did have her snobby side to food when it comes to social events thrown by the upper-class.

“Then again, Varrick is tasteless when it comes to most things.” Lin added, her scowl scaring off a Nuktuk-attired waiter who had the misfortune of glancing their way to offer more refreshments.

This time, Bumi let out a laugh, earning him a smirk from the metalbender.

“Well, that’s true. Let me join you in disparaging the libation too – not a single touch of alcohol in this drink.”

They stood there, at the fringe of the party crowd for a while – he sipping the vile drink, she chewing the tough meat.

“They allowed you to wear that?”

It took Bumi a moment to understand she meant his uniform. “I am a retired commander after all.” That and because he did not want to be dressed in formal wear that was almost identical to what his brother was wearing.

Lin swallowed her food. “Hmm, I've been thinking of that too…”

“Me in a military uniform?” Bumi waggled his eyebrows and received a smack on his arm. “You in my uniform?” Another smack.

“Retiring.” She said it so quietly he thought he must have misunderstood her.

He briefly wondered what could have made her arrive at a such a life-changing decision. Then again, if that meant that she would be closer to safety than danger…

“I don’t see why not?” He tossed back with a grin, noting the veiled concern on Lin’s face, worried about his reaction. “As long as it’s what you truly want.”

Lin’s posture relaxed after that.

They continued to sip and eat in silence.

They saw Rohan running at the other side of the court, weaving through the people who were starting to go to the dance floor. Huan was noticeably dragged by Ikki to dance (“Kid takes after her mother, doesn’t she?” Bumi murmured in jest, only to get an elbow to his side as Lin shook her head.).

As people went over to the dance floor, it would not be long before someone noticed the lady beside him. Chief of Police or not, she always did strike quite a figure. Without all the armor (literally and figuratively), it could be easily argued the Lin could be approachable.

He stood closer at her side. He twitched his pinky finger to touch hers.

Her eyes darted to him.

The mood of the party was happy and hopeful. He knew this feeling. He had seen this before. The sigh of relief and desperation for something good after a long hard military campaign.

His face remained cheerful and proceeded to talk about everything and nothing.

Lin’s expression softened. “Want to leave the party?” Her pinky finger hooked around his.

“Thought you’d never ask.”

As always, Lin was the only one who saw through him.

---

Propping himself up on his elbow, Bumi watched her sleep.

Lin had always been a light-sleeper. He got that – living with a constant threat hanging at their back or having a long career that required alertness and rapid reaction time does that to you. That was why it never ceased to amaze him that the metalbender manages to have long uninterrupted sleep whenever they were together.

Spirits knew how much she deserved to sleep in.

He had sighed in relief when Lin said she had lied last night. She had not just been thinking of retiring from the police force – she had already filed her retirement to both President Raiko and headquarters. And, in true efficient Beifong fashion, she had secured approval within days. He did not think she had fully recovered and taking a break (albeit a permanent one) was more than needed.

His eyes traced the dark eye bags and pale complexion. The rebuilding efforts and the ton of work post-Kuvira Incident took a toll on her.

Her skin, already marred with various scars and marks throughout the years, was much too pale. Each imperfection was linked with a story. Each story building up to who Lin was now today.

Her ankle had a small scar, almost invisible unless you knew where to look, from her childhood escapades.

There was the jagged scar, stitches very much apparent on her calf from her earlier days as a beat officer.

A smattering of bruises at her lower back was still present, souvenir from being tossed off the colossus.

Her shoulder, while exhibiting any outer trauma, was still healing from being dislocated from the same scrimmage with death.

There were more across her body, but the most recent ones were those that hit Bumi the hardest.

He was the one who found the Beifong sisters unconscious in the arm of the mecha giant.

He had been beyond terrified until found their respective pulses.

He feared it would have been too late for him, for them. Then Lin fluttered her eyes open, and, despite her shallow breaths, managed to croak out in a less than acerbic tone to help her down.

He mused now in the pale daylight that he ought to have done something then, said something then. He decided to rectify that now.

Before he could even reach over to wake her up in that delicious manner he was planning, several loud knocks beat at his door. He subconsciously tightened his grip around Lin’s waist.

“Bumi? Bumi!” Tenzin.

“We know you’re in there.” Su. “Open up!”

Bumi threw a worried glance at Lin, but she was still asleep and simply buried her face closer to his chest, ensconced under his fluffy comforter and buried under his equally soft pillows. He leaned back and closed his eyes, willing their unwanted siblings away.

Maybe if I pretended to be asleep, they would leave us alone…

Knock-knock-knock! A pause. Knock-knock-knock-knock-knock-knock!

“Bumi!”

He closed his eyes tighter.

Knock-knock-knock!

“Wait a minute, maybe it’s unlocked anyway…”

What are they talking about?

Bumi found out soon enough when the sound of the door sliding open reached his ears.

“Bumi – I can’t find -!”

He sat up quickly, making sure Lin was comfortable and quite hidden from view.

His visitors stopped at the doorway, enough to trespass but not enough to take a full scan of the room.

“Ohhh, I’m – we’re – sorry –.” Tenzin stammered, quite apologetic for bursting in his brother’s room.

Su did not have the same misgivings. “Bumi has a lady friend!”

“He does?!” A new voice called out with shock.

Tenzin and Su, he can tolerate but having the kids over – Bumi decided he drew the line there.

Fight shock with shock.

He stood up quickly, unmindful of being seen in his birthday suit.

“Oh sweet Spirits Agni! Bumi! Cover yourself!”

“My eyesss!”

The Avatar and Bolin immediately shouted over gasps of shock.

Bumi stretched languidly, pretending that nothing was amiss. He will not be embarrassed. That was their problem, they were the ones who were invading his privacy.

To be fair, he had no issues about his nudity so it was not really a big issue. It was just that with Lin in his bed – well, the situation was a bit tricky. Fortunately, her face was still hidden under the comforter. He pulled it higher, never mind that part of her leg is still visible.

“To what do I owe this wake-up call?” Bumi scratched his beard, acting as though this was a normal occurrence. He did delight in making his brother uncomfortable. They became closer in the latter years. Old habits die hard though.

“Bumi, we apologize for barging in this morning.” Tenzin was looking over his shoulder. “But could you – at least -.” He waved at the general direction of the naked man.

Bumi took his sweet time going around the room to pull on some clean shorts.

Su took this opportunity to push out the kids out of the room, who he now saw included both pro-bending brothers, Asami, Opal, and the Avatar.

“Why is the entire cavalry here?” Bumi sauntered to the door, blocking everyone’s view of the room and angling his body to stand in the way of the bed. “What’s up?”

“It’s Lin.”

A beat.

“What about her?”

“She’s missing. I didn’t know when she went home last night.” Su wringed her hands in worry. “I called her house, no one answered. We went over and she wasn’t there.”

It annoyed Bumi how they were suddenly on Lin’s case when they barely said two words to her the night before. There was bound to be a hidden agenda to this sudden worry.

“Your sister is a grown woman and she's been taking care of herself without you lot for more than a decade now.

He scanned the faces around him.

Postures stiffened, Tenzin flinched, eyes avoided Bumi’s.

Yeah¸ that’s what I thought.

Su stomped lightly. “Regardless of that,” The woman was adamant and would not back down. “We intend to go to the station to report her missing, with or without your inputs.”

Mako looked downright uncomfortable, Bumi thought the boy genuinely cared for his mentor.

“Boy, anything you’d like to add, detective?” Bumi nodded at the firebender.

“We can’t file a missing person’s case unless the person has been missing for more than 24 hours.” Mako shifted his eyes.

“There you go. Drop the matter, Su. I’m sure Lin is fine.”

Su looked like she was about to argue and Tenzin was about to say something but Mako beat him to it.

Still not catching anyone’s eyes, Mako started. “And well, what if the Chief also had a lady friend like Bumi? Or a gentleman friend?”

Bumi almost snorted.

Gentleman friend, what?

The detective was looking ill now but props to the boy.

“Lin with a special friend is highly unlikely.” Lin’s sister said decidedly, waving off Mako’s theory.

Bumi snorted now. “Right, because you’d know, ain’t it right?”

“I don’t see why not?” Suyin frowned, crossing her arms.

Moments like this Bumi was reminded why Lin still held some form of dislike towards her sister.

Asami tried to mediate. “I don’t think Chief Beifong would appreciate her private life being discussed like this.”

Bumi knew he always liked the Sato girl, he nodded and added. “Please don’t do this to try to assuage your…guilt.”

As expected, there were reactions from Su and Tenzin.

“We are not -!”

“Nonetheless, Bumi, Lin is…” Tenzin’s words trailed off and color drained from his face as he continued to look over his brother’s shoulder.

Bumi knew the moment Tenzin realized who was in his bed. He quickly slid the door closed. He tried to meet his brother’s eye, but the man was resolutely looking away.

“Safe.” Tenzin managed to choke out. “Let’s go everyone, I’m sure Lin is very safe.”

Su turned on Tenzin, obviously shocked by his sudden change. “What are you talking about, Tenzin – we -.”

“If Bumi says Lin is okay, then she probably is.” Was the simple yet shifty response.

“But we need Lin to -!”

Opal elbowed her mother gently, asking her to drop the issue. It did not escape Bumi’s notice.

There was the hidden agenda – Su needs Lin for something.

The group scurried away as both Tenzin and Mako helped herding them away from the bedrooms.

---

Bumi figured it was too early to be dealing with anything.

He rejoined a sleeping Lin in bed, who in turn, burrowed into his side.

He will deal with the real world later. For now, he will enjoy this.

---

Ignoring Suyin who was still chattering about one thing or another (in all likelihood berating him for not supporting her call to search for her sister), Tenzin mulled over his earlier discovery.

Lin and Bumi are together.

Not just together but together – together.

He wringed with his hands as they walked to the dining hall.

How long have they been together?

He had thought that this knowledge would bother him – well, it did, he reconsidered, but not for the reasons he might have initially thought of.

It was bothering him the same way it would have bothered him to see any woman sleeping with his older brother.

He had reconciled with his siblings and the Beifongs in the recent years, but some things should have remained private between them.

Like Bumi’s sex life.

Like Lin’s sex life.

Like their sex life.

Oh, how he wished he gone back to the past few minutes when he was still blissfully unaware. Or he hoped he would have already forgotten the markings and scars on Lin’s legs in order to not have recognized her in his brother’s bed.

Ah well, Tenzin eyed Lin’s family, the Avatar, Bolin, Asami, and Mako walking beside him, here’s hoping they not find out soon.

He doubted greatly that Lin would enjoy her relationship being disclosed before she deemed it necessary.

He recalled Bumi’s stance earlier, how protective he was of an unknowing Lin.

End of the day, Tenzin just wanted both of them to find happiness. He had did them both wrong in their lifetime and was at a loss on how to rectify it. The airbender had been trying in the past years, but there was only so much he could do.

Too little, too late, he always thought.

Tenzin waved at the acolytes that were leaving the dining hall. Pema sat down beside him and smiled as she handed him the platter of food. He smiled back, thinking still how lucky he was to have her by his side.

And now, by some peculiar twist of fate, Bumi and Lin found each other.

And, if, they make each other happy and content, then, Tenzin decided then and there, he will support them in any way that he can.

---

“Bro, are you going to eat that last piece?”

Mako was shaken from his reverie. Bolin stabbed the food on his plate at his head shake.

“Are you alright, Mako?” Asami was always the sensitive and observant of the group.

The firebender tossed a look at the Avatar chatting with Bolin and Opal at the other side of the table. After making sure that they were preoccupied, he turned to Asami.

Asami raised her eyebrows at him. “Well?”

“I think I know where the chief is.” He could not help but dart a wary glance at the Beifongs. “But it’s not my place to say.” Mako quickly added.

Asami leaned back at her seat and looked at him quizzically. “How did you know where?”

Mako dropped his utensils on the plate and covered his face with his hands. He was not one of Lin’s proteges for nothing.

One of his strengths as a detective is his keen eye for detail.

And details did not evade him in that brief view of Bumi’s bedroom.

It was quite obvious to him that the strewn pieces of clothing belonged to someone he had seen in attendance in the wedding reception earlier.

And that someone is his commanding officer.

---

Said commanding officer made her presence known at the lunch table that noon, surprised at seeing everyone still on the island.

That Chief Beifong was not expecting that there were still other guests at the residential area of Air Temple Island was fairly obvious, as Bumi was walking beside her, whispering at her side with a smile.

The plan was, actually, for most of the guests to have already gone their own ways but that morning’s excursion to Republic City made everyone’s itinerary delayed and their breakfast turned into brunch.

She exchanged a look with Bumi who shrugged and tried to sit at one of the empty tables unnoticed.

Now, while Mako might have been blessed with a sense of discretion, the same cannot be expected of his brother.

This became much apparent when said brother had gaped and thoughtlessly exclaimed, “Lin! We’ve been looking for you all morning – at what corner of Air Temple Island did you sleep at? I doubt this is the walk of shame.”

This pronouncement drew the attention of everyone in the hall – attention at her (their) very late entry and at her clothes which were clearly too formal for the day.

No one dared speak up as the metalbender simply glared at the earthbender, not responding.

There was complete silence in the dining hall.

…until comprehension dawned on Suyin Beifong’s face.

Then all hell broke lose.

---end---

Note: That could have probably gone better but let me know what you think. Anon, hope that worked for you (feel free to leave a note/msg :) ) Hope everyone is doing good, at least.

[starboygrove]

Surviving Eddie Munson - Chapter 19

Lucas is lying on his bed while lazily tossing a kickball up into the air with his legs dangling off the edge. He’s been home for maybe an hour tops and yet Dustin and Erica have been at each other’s throats the entire time, a conversation he has long since checked out of.

His eyes are tracing an invisible pattern in his ceiling when suddenly his ball is knocked clean out of the air, hitting the wall with a satisfying thwack. He quickly sits upright and glares at the culprit.

“Erica, I swear, you are seriously getting on my nerves today.” He hisses.

“Well excuse me, I must have missed the part where I asked for your opinion,” she bites back at him.

“We have another--” Dustin starts to say before Lucas cuts him off, holding a hand out in protest.

“Nope. I’m done. We have tried about a million different things and literally not a single one of them has worked!”

“But this one--”

“Uh-uh. You can do what you want, but I’m gonna go hang out with my friends and have a good time. It’s The Fourth of July,” he emphasizes the importance of the date with a pointed look.

“We can’t do this one without you, though!” Dustin cries out in desperation.

“Even better! Please, let’s just leave them alone and focus on blowing shit up and eating hot dogs like normal, sane people.”

Dustin looks highly disappointed but thankfully ceases anymore attempts to get Lucas to join in on whatever mad scheme he and his little sister have cooked up this time.

Erica just rolls her eyes and lets out an arrogant chuckle, waving them off. “In that case, I’m going to go see what Miki and Kim are doing later. Bye, losers!”

“Do you not care about protecting the sanctity of true love?” His friend complains from his spot in Lucas’ desk chair, pouting miserably.

“If it’s true love, then they’ll do it on their own time bro.”

Eddie is sitting on top of his van cross-legged, staring off into the distance, rhythmically tapping his rings on the warm metal roof. Max approached him last week and asked if he could take her to Billy’s grave today, so this morning he scooped her and El up and made the drive over to the cemetery, with an added promise of a pancake breakfast afterwards.

Understandably, Steve wasn’t all too keen on tagging along, considering what happened the last time. They’ve all done a good job at coping with their trauma and setting healthy boundaries, and he’s grateful he’s able to help in ways that his boyfriend can’t.

The girls have been sitting in front of the headstone for well over half an hour now, leaned up against each other with a box of tissues. Eddie vaguely remembers Billy from their time together in school during his second round of senior year, and while he would never say it out loud, he absolutely hated his guts. He was a bully to virtually anyone he crossed paths with, spewing some truly heinous shit without a single regard for the well being of those around him.

Despite his lack of redeeming qualities, Max was still deeply affected by his death, and it’s only natural for her to want to pay her respects. Eddie admires that about her, to do what she thinks is right even if it might be difficult

He lies down on his back to stretch out, crossing his ankles and lacing his fingers behind his head to give his neck some support. The sun crests through the clouds, shining warm light down onto him, and he starts to flush at the memory of last night. Only Steve could pick out one of his biggest childhood insecurities and turn it into something to be praised. For all his life, he’s been picked on for this and that, always for things completely out of control – like his complexion.

“Hey, can we go now?” A voice draws him out of his thoughts, startling him into a sitting position. He peers over the edge to find Max and El looking up at him with red-rimmed eyes.

“Yeah,” he breathes out his reply shakily before hopping down. Giving them a once over, he pulls the girls into a tight hug and gives a loving kiss to the top of their heads before hopping into the drivers seat.

“Eddie?” Max’s voice is uncharacteristically soft, and he uses his rearview mirror to get a look at her from her spot in the backseat. There is a beat of silence before she continues. “Thank you…for being the older brother I wanted him to be.”

*

“Robin, why don’t you wait in the car?” Steve says, leaning against the passenger side door and peering through the open window.

She’s halfway through unbuckling her seat belt and gives him a curious look before dropping her hands slowly.

“Really? You mean it?” She asks suspiciously.

“Yeah!” He snorts out a laugh. “I know how much you hate going into places like this, you can just chill in here until we get back.”

Robin beams up at him and nods in agreement, already rifling through her bag to pull out the latest book she has been devouring.

Steve leads the way into the little party supply store downtown, and Nancy is trying to piece together what his hidden agenda is for telling Robin to stay behind. They make it to the single use dinnerware section when he corners her with a scrutinizing gaze.

“You’re next,” he says ominously before pulling out a little plastic cake topper in the shape of a rainbow.

Nancy furrows her brows in bewilderment, not catching his drift. He sighs exasperatedly when he realizes, shoving a hand into his hair.

“I cannot believe that I know something you don’t,” he chuckles before tossing the cake topper aside. “It’s a, you know. A symbol. For the…us.”

Realization dawns on her and she laughs awkwardly, caught a little off guard from the implication. She’ll be the first to admit she has been having some thoughts for a little while now; ever since Spring Break, her mind supplies traitorously. What Nancy didn’t consider was the possibility of other people catching on, let alone Steve. She supposes, though, that at one point she did think of him as the only person who understood her completely.

That changed with Jonathan, of course. But they grew apart, with distance and time, and now there is a new person who has taken that seat. Someone who sees Nancy for who she truly is, all the good and the bad, a feeling that makes her feel pleasant and terrified at the same time.

She’s been able to distract herself with trying to get Steve and Eddie together, and then her brother and Will. Nancy never imagined that the same thing would happen to her.

Steve is looking at her with a warm, knowing expression on his face, and crap. She’s just been standing here next to the red white and blue solo cups, spacing out while thinking of Robin.

“Steve,” she says warningly. “I know you think what you’re doing is for my own good, but it’s not like that, alright? We’re friends, just friends.”

He peers down at her, stubbornly crossing his arms over his chest, cocking his head in defiance.

“I’m serious! Even if…that person liked me back, which they don’t, because we’re just friends, it wouldn’t work.”

“Why not?”

Nancy huffs in frustration, averting her gaze and glancing around the aisle for a way out of the conversation to no avail. “Because, it just wouldn’t. I’m going to Emerson in the fall, and Robin is going to the Cleveland Institute of Music.”

Steve breaks out into a shit-eating grin, and good heavens she wants to wipe it clean off of his face. She hates when he gets so disgustingly smug like this.

“She seriously didn’t tell you? Oh my god, am I not allowed to tell you? I feel like I have to tell you now.” He looks like a five year old on Christmas morning, vibrating with excitement.

“What, what is it?” Nancy questions impatiently.

“Nance, she’s not going to Cleveland. She’s going to the Boston Conservatory.”

[imayjinmin]

Dazed Ⅱ

Vampire prince Enhypen x Shadow fairy princess reader

Word count: 2.2k

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Synopsis:  Shadowfen was a normally a peaceful place consisting of shadow fairies. The city was beautiful beyond belief until Grimmingthorn invaded. Vampires now overpopulated the city. Both of the Queens being pregnant they decided on a deal of which they live together. Making the new fairy princess and vampire kings grow together. Leading with a lot of obstacles on the way of childhood.

Warnings: Angst, trauma, manipulative themes mentioned, PTSD

Waking up, he was surprised to see two guards at his door. Coming fully to, he sprung up to his feet. “Where’s Y/n?!” The two guards continued staring forward without a sound. “Answer me!” Still not receiving a reply he shoved at the guards. Grabbing his shoulders the two guards finally looked at him.

“This is for your protection. There is a hunter in the castle. The queen gave us demands to not allow you to leave.”

“I don’t care what mother wants! I want to know where Y/n is! Is she okay?! Tell me!” Shoving him lightly, the guard scowled at him.

“We are not allowed to answer that. Go sit down kid. Also do you really believe she would be alive after that?”

“She has to be alive! She wouldn’t leave me alone.” Dropping to his knees he started bawling. “Please just tell me. I won’t tell mother anything. I just need to know if she’s okay.”

Laughing amongst themselves the two watched him. “Fine you want to know...”

“Please...”

“She’s dead.”

Feeling his world crumble and start to collapse from under him, he stopped everything. Figuring he does not have a purpose anymore if she was not alive. Standing to his feet, the two froze. Confused as they watched him pace to his bed and sit down. 

“Are you okay kid?”

“I’m fine, at least now I can be who I truly am.”

“Huh? Do you understand him?”

“Not really. I thought he loved her.”

“Me too. Kid, why are you so calm?”

“She wouldn’t allow me to do what I want. Didn’t want me to hurt anything. I’m free to do whatever now.” Still watching him walk over to his desk tensed. Opening the drawer, pulling out his family heirloom he was gifted. “Mother always said I was to use this when I felt it was threatened. She would understand when I tell her the guards hurt me.”

“Kid put that down. It is not to be played wi-” His words were cut short as his blood hit Heeseung’s face.

“Listen kid, you don’t need to do this.”

“But I do.” Swinging the sword through the air once more as the other body hit the floor. Dropping to the ground as well, he started crying hysterically. Feeling his soul leave he passed out.

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        Ten years have passed as the seven princes were becoming young adults. The Shadowfens still wondering what happened to their soon to be princess. All that was known was that the same night she disappeared, a blood bath occurred in the kingdom. Told simply that a deranged hunter got inside the castle. Now with the princes ranging from fifteen to nineteen soon to be twenty years old many things have changed. Especially the oldest prince. He is known as the most heartless and ruthless being to exist. Fearing even simple eye-contact with him became normal. Fearing that he would murder anything that looked his way, no one dared to initiate with him. Having heard the rumors that he went on a killing spree that  dreadful night in the kingdom. The many times someone was harmed by speaking his name was worrying. Even his own family stayed beware of his presence. He was always surrounded by his brothers who were just as ruthless as him. Getting the nickname the dreadful seven for many reasons. Grimmingthorns started to become weary of what would happen when the new King was crowned. Rightly so, as it was only three months away from the coronation. Still there was no new word on where the princess was. The poor queen was caught bawling on multiple occasions. The princes were asked if any of them could remember that night, but every time it was the same answer. ‘No, we were all in our rightful rooms’. Many thought the answer did not add up to the events that were previously told by their mother. Stated on numerous occasions, that there was a hunter, and the princes were scattered throughout the castle. She answered that she cannot remember once putting the seven princes in their rooms, but in fact keeping them out of them for safety. The more their stories collided the more people started to worry. If the princes and the queen were that easy to lie about the murder of a princess how easily would they lie about another. Many believed the oldest son, Heeseung preformed the act. Guards saying that on occasion he would become too protective of the princess. Some even saying he threatened them for being close to her. Hatred was thrown onto the four oldest princes Heeseung, Jay, Jake, and Sunghoon, while pity was thrown onto the youngest. Many felt bad for the three princes that grew up in a sad city because they were so young when the event occurred. None of them answered the questions when asked because they did not know. This affected them in Charter School, which is where a lot of questioning came along. Jungwon was known as the target of most issues. Being the smallest prince led to a lot of jokes, most being that he was going to be a joke of a prince. That was until she arrived. Walking by shoving her shoulder into one of them as she walked by. Going to find her only for her to already be gone. Jungwon wanted to thank her but could never find her. None of the seven could. When the story of her broke throughout the school many believed that she was an in-school bodyguard. Denying it to be true for the very reason that all of their guards were knights. A woman was not to be allowed the position of a knight. She would always appear when she was needed as if she was summoned. When Jay almost tripped down the stairs, she grabbed his shoulder telling him to watch his step before it even occurred. When Jake was attacked by a hunter, and she saved him. When Niki was down because of the training to become a prince, she lifted his chin high telling him to get back on his feet and that he was destined for greatness. The most shocking one was when Heeseung got shot by an arrow. Witnesses saying that she treated him with no hesitation muttering something about returning a favor. Some quoting the exact phrase, “This is returning the favor. Thank you, Hee.”. No one knew what it exactly meant, but many said his face dropped at her words. All color leaving his face when the syllables hit his ears. From that day forward nobody was able to find the mysterious woman. There was no trace of her ever, no footprint, no scent, no hair, nothing. She was conned the name pretty stranger. Known only for her pretty appearance and bravery. As time got closer and closer to coronation she appeared more frequently. Puzzled people that saw her started sketching he to hand out papers with her face, hoping someone knew something. Still nothing came up on the pretty stranger.

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“Heeseung, have you gotten one of these papers yet?”

“No, wait what paper exactly?”

“The one with her on it. They are everywhere now.”

“Oh, yes. I got three of them yesterday. Why do you ask, Jay?”

“Well, who do you think she is? I mean you know everyone in this city. How could she come from nowhere without you knowing?”

“I don’t know how she did it. May I ask you a question, Jay?”

“Go ahead.”

“Do you remember what Y/n looked like? I know you were young, but something has to have stuck with you.”

“No, no, I remember her clearly. You don’t think?”

“I do.” Staring at Heeseung for a moment, before rapidly pulling a chair out beside him. Sitting down loudly, still staring at him with wide eyes.

“Why? How? How could that be her? I thought she died that night ten years ago?”

“So much is leading back to her. Her scent is familiar, practically the same. Her eyes, they hold so much in them. They pierce into you in a different way. Her presence is dominating. She is what I would have expected Y/n to be like when she grew up.” Getting up, he ruffled his hair while pacing to the window. “Jay...do you really believe she died that day? Honestly?” Peeking over his shoulder, seeing his brother gapping like a fish a few times before dropping his head.

“I-I don’t know what I believe. Mother said that she died, but I don’t remember her ever being attacked like Mother said as well.”

“That’s because she wasn’t! She was shot! An arrow went straight threw her chest! Jay, nobody can get past those gates without being let in! Mother had to have opened those gates. She had her shot! She planned it! I saw it with my own eyes! There was no hunter! At all!”

“Calm down, Heeseung.”

“No! Mother is lying through her teeth! And you’re believing it! Everyone is believing it! They pulled me away from her Jay! Did you know that?!”

“I didn’t.”

“Exactly! Mother told me that night that it was for my own good! That she was dangerous! How?! How?! How was she dangerous?!”

Watching his brother scream as his emotions took over. Hearing footsteps as the other five came in. Stopping by Jay’s side as Heeseung let out everything that was bottled up over the past ten years. Crying, screaming, dry heaving was on the low scale of what was happening. None of them got near him because they knew of the consequences that would happen. It hurt them to watch, he was the strongest, the oldest, the brave one. He was letting every wall he had built fall. He was vulnerable, but not gullible. Most of his emotion was anger, no hatred. Aimed mostly at the woman he had to call his mother. Anything she tried to tell him, he ignored. He would sit back and watch his brothers get spoon fed lies. The only thing that she did not know, was that the boys followed their older brother over everybody. When he started showing hostility toward her so did the rest. Especially Sunoo, Jake, and Niki. The rest already had their individual reasons for not respecting her. Jay’s sprouted from constantly having to rebuild his brother because of her. Kneeling in front of his brother wrapping his arms around him, feeling him trembling. Feeling his brother shove his face into his chest, grabbing his shirt roughly. Yanking him forward a few times before slamming his fist into his chest. Wincing as he grabbed his fist. Opening Heeseung’s fist, while places his head on his shoulder. “Stop. Stop this. Don’t let her get this satisfaction. You are showing her that she is getting to you. You don’t want that.” Standing up, watching his brother slouch on his feet. “Get up. I said get the hell up! Are you weak? Do you belong on the ground?” Hearing a faint no, he repeated himself. Getting a louder response the second time, he leaned down wrapping his arms under his shoulders. Making him stand. “You don’t deserve this. Stop letting her get to you. You are stronger than her. Better than her. You are the new king.”

“But Y/n is gone. She killed her.”

“Heeseung, do you honestly believe she is dead?”

“I don’t know what I believe.” Sighing, Jay turned to his brothers. Zeroing in on Jake.

“Jake, did you meet her yet?”

“Pretty stranger? Yeah...more than once actually.”

“What did you sense from her?”

“There wasn’t anything that came up when I met her. However, there was a barrier put up.”

“What do you mean?”

“There is this block put up around us, when she gets nearby. It’s hard to describe. If I said a dome...would that make sense?” Pausing to hear some conformation, he continued. “There is a dome over us, not her. When she gets near us, there is a sense of familiarity. Our conscious recognizes her, but our brain can’t seem to remember her.”

“So you’re saying we do know her?”

“Exactly. She has history with us somewhere. Our paths have most definitely crossed at one point.”

“If we did then why can’t we remember her?”

“I already said why. Our memory was basically erased with anything that was about her.”

“Do you think it could possibly be Y/n?”

“I’m not saying yes, but it’s not impossible either. I would say to ask Heeseung because he was the closest with her, but also had the closest encounter with the pretty stranger. I don’t believe that would go well though seeing as he is a slobbering mess.”

“I’m not a mess.”

“Yeah, and we’re not princes.” Sunoo scoffed at Heeseung’s words. “Do you ever think you will get over her? This happened years ago and you’re still not over it. I get you were in love with her and all that but come on. You weren’t the only one of us that was affected. We all were. You are a selfish, mopping mess. Do you think Grimmingthorn will survive with a King like you? One that is so emotional that they break down at the mention of her name.”

“I do not break down at the mere mention of her name. Right now however, I am upset that there is a possibility of the pretty stranger being Y/n. Not her particularly, but us for not realizing it earlier. Next time you see her, stop her.”

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[domesticandlovingmonsters]

I know requests are closed but I would love to see a little snipet of the mimic shop au. Its just so cute

I'm happy to do a snipet since I am in love with idea

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The front door creaked open as a customer slipped into the shop. The ambient chittering that usually filled the dusty shop ceased into silence as the woman approached the front desk. Greeting you with a friendly smile and a ‘good morning’.

“Good morning, what can I help you with?” You asked as you leaned against the counter between you and the customer.

“I talked to you about an hour ago on the phone? I was bringing down my grand-mother’s earrings for you to inspect?” The woman replied. Opening her purse to retrieve a small wooden box. She flipped open the plainly carved lid to display a set of beautiful pearl earrings.

“Oh, yes! You wanted to sell them. I forgot to ask you on the phone if they were magical at all?” You held out your hands and the woman passed the small box to you. They were gorgeous. With thin rose gold metal twisting around the pearls like vines. Tiny thorns could be seen along the metal and you felt your fingertips tingle as you brushed your fingers over one of them.

“A Curse was recently removed from them.” The woman informed you. “My Grand-Mother was a crazy old bat. Always thought her grandkids were trying to steal her jewels. She Cursed them before she passed. So, none of us could have them. Even though I was left with all of her jewellery in her Will. She made it difficult to love her sometimes.”

You politely nodded along to the story as you inspected the pieces. Placing down the box with one of the earrings still in it as you let your Magic flow into and around the pearls. There were traces of the Curse. Nothing but harmless remnants of Dark Magic. You were relieved to sense that the last of the Curse was disappearing and it had been removed by a professional. Not some home-body novice who merely hid Curses behind walls still within the pieces.

“They’re very beautiful.” You said, letting your Magic fall away. “I can give you a hundred and ten dollars for the pair. Since the pearls are natural and the metal seems almost new.”

“That’s fair. I am sad that I’m giving them away but…oh, where’d the other one go?”

You looked down at the counter to where you had placed the box. Only to find the box bare and facing your clutter of trinkets by the register. You frowned and waved your hand over the area. Your Magic pulsed gently. Tendrils of energy flowing over your ornaments and small trinket boxes until you heard a giggle radiate from a music box. Your frown deepened. The music boxes were near the back. And you weren’t expecting anyone to pick up one today.

You scooped up the music box and placed it between yourself and the customer. Who was looking around her feet for the missing earring. Muttering that she must have knocked it off the counter.

“Cough it up.” You said firmly. Placing your hand in front of the box. Nothing answered. Unsurprisingly. The giggling stopped and the customer looked at you with a cocked eyebrow. “Sorry. Mimics. My store is home to a few of them.” You said rolling your eyes. You went to the drawers by the register and opened each one until you found the shiny collection of buttons. You scooped a few into your hand and waved them in front of the music box. “Look, shiny right? Give me the earring and you can have one.”

For a moment, the box stayed perfecting still. Until it creaked open with a soft gurgle and a long, pink tongue rolled out from within the porcelain box. The earring slid off the slimy tongue and thin furry hands eagerly reached for the buttons. You allowed the mimic to take two polished buttons. Placing them on its tongue and then snapping shut with a little giggle. The creature shivered as you patted the lid and slid the box back into its original place by the register.

“Again, sorry. They’re sneaky little critters.” You mumbled as you took a rag from your pocket and started to clean the earring of slobber.

The customer had recoiled away from the counter the moment the mimic revealed itself. Her fingers clutched her bag tightly and her eyes were wide. Glancing about feverishly as you finished the earring. “Y-You have a lot of them in here?”

“A few. Nothing big enough to hurt anyone.” You replied with an affectionate smile. “The biggest one I have is a cabinet at the back. But they’re not really a threat. They get a steak burger every morning when I come in. So, they don’t need to eat the customers.”

The customer didn’t want to believe it, but she swore there were a pair of glowing orange eyes glowering at her from the shelf by the window. Peering through the cracks of a vase that was covered in dust and looked like it had been dropped many times in its life. She spun back around as you carefully opened the plain wooden box to ensure no small critter had slipped inside, before placing the earrings back into the cushioned lining.

“Do people buy them? Or sell them to you?” The customer asked. Holding her purse tightly shut and in front of her as you counted out the money.

“Most of them just find their way in here. I don’t purchase anything that could harm people. And since Mimics can be considered pets or beasts, I’m not licensed to sell them.” You held the money out to the customer and she thanked you with a shaky smile. “You don’t like Mimics I take it?”

“Childhood trauma,” She said with another shaky smile. “Um, thank you. I hope those earrings go to a good home.” She was quick to flee from the shop after that. You glimpsed her go through her purse and check everything thoroughly outside the shop. Until she was satisfied that no mimics had entered her stuff, she quickly strutted away without a glance behind her. You sighed and removed the earrings from the box and carried the earrings to the back for labelling and placing. You left the lid open and placed the empty wooden box on one of the shelves as you passed. When you returned, there were many more small to medium boxes on the shelf than normal. And the plain wooden box was closed tightly shut. You could hear growling from many of the boxes. But with a few small pats to the lids and softly cooed words. The critters calmed and you returned them to their usual places on various shelving’s and cabinets.

[myriadimagines]

Lost Time

The Umbrella Academy One Shot

Pairing: Reader x Number Five

Other Characters: —

Warnings: mentions of death

Summary: Five and his twin sister, y/n, catch up with one another for the first time in 16 years.

Word Count: 1,252

A/N: i don’t really feel like explaining why i wanted to write this but i need to get thoughts down and five fit best with the concept i had in mind so :) this is set in season 1 so no worries about potential spoilers. i’m sorry for not keeping the reader gender neutral (i was basically inserting myself into this akshdas) also idk why i chose to do this in third person instead of second like i normally do but here we are. i was going to make this longer but decided to quit while i was ahead.

please reblog/leave comments, they’re very much appreciated!

A coffee break seems trivial in the wake of the apocalypse, but Five sits in the small diner nonetheless, nursing an empty, coffee stained mug. He taps his shoe against the tile, impatient as always, knowing that every second wasted is precious. 

He looks up as the door chimes, sees y/n wrapped in a dark coat. She doesn’t need to look around the room to know which booth to sit at, making her way to the corner where she and Five used to sit as kids, sneaking out the Hargreeves mansion late at night for donuts and other sugary midnight treats they could get their hands on.

“You’re late.” Five deadpans as she sits down. It’s meant to be a jab, but she brushes it off with the air of someone who’s had to deal with such remarks all her life. She knows better than anyone that having to grow up with seven other siblings practically makes you immune to petty teasing and sarcasm. She shrugs off her coat, hands smoothing over a blouse underneath. She’s well dressed, Five notes, although he wouldn’t expect anything else from his twin.

y/n Hargreeves, Five quickly realised soon after arriving into 2019, grew up to be a sophisticated woman, with a mind as sharp as his. With the styled dark hair and the piercing eyes, the resemblance between the two of them is striking. Even still, with y/n in adulthood and Five trapped as a teenager, one can’t deny the similarities. 

“Good to see you too, Five,” y/n finally says, waving down a passing waitress as she rolls up the sleeves of her top. She smiles at the waitress, curtly nodding, “Some coffee, please.”

y/n slides her mug over to the waitress, who fills up the cup. Before she can depart, Five holds out his cup, and the waitress pauses before hesitantly filling it up. Tapping his finger against the table, Five remarks, “Leave the pot.” 

She blinks at him in surprise. “I—”

Five raises an eyebrow at her, expression stoic, and she hurriedly sets the coffee down, scuttling off. He takes it, filling his cup up to the brim. The novelty of coffee has yet to wear off for him, but he hopes it never does. After 60 years of being alone in an apocalyptic wasteland, coffee is one of the many pleasures that Five has come to appreciate. He gulps it down, frowning at the watery taste — far too weak for his liking. Rolling back his shoulders, he meets his twin’s gaze as he asks, “So, care to enlighten me about why we’re here?”

y/n smiles, slowly taking a sip of her own coffee. She knows her leisurely pace gets on her brother’s nerves. He was always so antsy as a child, rushing off and leaving her in the dust. She smacks her lips together, letting out a hum of appreciation, “Good coffee, isn’t it?”

“Could be stronger.” Five impatiently remarks. Shaking his head, he leans forward as he continues, “We don’t have time for thi—”

“Do you ever think about how much lost time there is between us?” y/n interrupts, and Five’s eyebrows furrow. She leans back in the booth, the leather creaking underneath her as she wraps her fingers around her mug. She traces a finger alongside the handle of the mug, moving along the curve, before continuing, “Some days I try not to. But I find myself coming back to it day after day.” 

Five doesn’t respond, because what can he say? He knows an apology means nothing, and what could he possibly apologize for? Sorry for getting stuck in the future, sorry for not being able to come back. He knows it’s futile, and so does y/n. 

But from the look on her face, Five knows that doesn’t mean it hurts any less. So after a moment’s consideration, Five finally responds, “So talk to me about it. All the time lost, fill me in. That’s why you brought me here, isn’t it?” 

He leans back, shooting her an expectant look. She studies his expression, eyes narrowed, before she takes a deep breath. “I was desolate when you went missing.”

Guilt rushes through Five’s body. He lowers his head, gaze dropping into his coffee. He can see his rippling reflection in the dark liquid, and he absently swirls the mug slightly. Suddenly, he can feel the weight of all the years him and y/n spent apart, violently ripped from one another’s lives to each face a world that they’ve never faced alone. As twins, the two were inseparable, no matter Reginald’s attempts to break that. And in the end, it wasn’t even Reginald who managed to tear them apart. No, Five managed that feat all by himself. 

He curses his arrogance now, curses his boisterous self. The apocalypse aged him more than anything else, burdened him with wisdom and knowledge beyond his age. It all comes in handy now, but at what cost?

“It was painful, at first,” y/n continues. “But the years blurred together after a while.”

Whatever childhood y/n had was stolen from her the day Five went missing, although she reckons there wasn’t much childish innocence left to begin with. It wasn’t long before Ben’s death shattered her further, and she damned the Umbrella Academy within her own mind. A loveless home that had taken everything from her, a cold house that left her empty. 

y/n didn’t know where life would take her, but she always thought one certainty she could rely on was her twin brother. Whatever would happen, he would have her back, until he didn’t. Once she left the academy, she tried living a normal life, tried at some semblance of being ordinary to cover up the childhood trauma. Went to college, got a job, dated around, even thought about starting a family. But with each milestone she hit, every goal that made her seem more normal, it served as a painful reminder of the years she had gone without her brother. A reminder of how old she was getting, and how she would never get to see Five get old with her. Even the few sparse sibling reunions she had with the others were too much to bear, because the family didn’t feel complete without the siblings they had lost.

“You know,” Five speaks up. He sucks in a sharp breath, as if the vulnerability is hurting him,  but he admits, “I would reread your chapter in Vanya’s book, to the point where I’d memorise the words. But I felt like it was all I had of you left. You and everyone else.”

A sad smile appears on y/n’s face. She doesn’t say anything, before remarking, “I adore Vanya, really. But I’ve never hated anything more than I’ve hated the book.” 

Five blinks in surprise at y/n’s statement, before he lets out a low chuckle. “Like I said, that book was all I had left of you guys. But honestly? I hated it, too.”

y/n laughs, snorting in a way that Five used to mock her for, but the bubbly sound of his sister’s laughter makes him feel nostalgic instead. She shakes her head, remarking, “I missed this.”

Five nods, a soft smile lighting up his face. A rarity, y/n knows, for him to genuinely smile without a hint of sarcasm or smugness. The seconds don’t feel wasted anymore, and Five replies, “I missed this, too.”

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[mythicaldemigoddess-of-deltarune]

Crossover AU: Sans’s Lion & Bubbled Monster Souls 

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Credit for Deltarune & Undertale goes to Toby Fox

Credit for Steven Universe Series goes to Rebecca Sugar

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while watching the episode where Lion first appears,

I got inspired to draw Lion as a Pink Skeleton with blue ethereal...?

I’m just gonna call it ethereal (I think it is a type of magic energy)

anyway like I was saying, Lion as a Pink Skeleton with a blue ethereal mane and even at the tip of his tail has the ethereal.

all the Monster Souls in Rose’s Room, are all the Monsters that were killed by Frisk, Sans bubbled them all and send them to Rose’s Room....which would technically be Steven’s and then Sans’s.

I was going to have the background be all black, but then I got the idea to have Lion in Rose’s Room.

the idea is that so long as the Souls remain in Sans’s Bubbles

they wont end up disappearing, and when Sans escape the Undertale Timeline and moved to the Deltarune Timeline,

he took his little brother, any other survivors and lastly

Lion and his Room that is known as “Rose’s Room”

like in a Steven Universe/Undertale/Deltarune Crossover AU.

Lion is kept instead and mostly keeps Papyrus company,

all while Sans is at work.

this version of Lion, when bring brought back to life a second time.

ends up getting a new ability, and that is being able to travel to different multiverses and AUs.

even to the place where Error-Sans & Ink-Sans normally hang out.

and maybe even where Core-Frisk is.

there could be different crossover versions of Lion,

at least I think there might be.

try picturing a Underfell version of Lion being really protective of Sans and any time Papyrus tries to make a grab for him or threatens him,

Lion would growl at him and hug Sans close to him in order to protect him from his Boss/Brother.

I still think if Sans and Steven are one in the same, then it is possible that how Steven become Sans can have different outcomes.

either he starting aging backwards when he is about to die,

and in his last moments he stops at the newborn age and he becomes a babybones and then is found by Mr & Mrs Wingdings

who adopt him, but also make him biologically related to them,

by taking each fragment of their souls and placing it into San’s Human Looking Soul which after the two fragments merge with San’s Human Soul, it transforms into a Monster Soul.

the Soul would also be “reborn” in a way, while still having traces of the Light Genetic Magical Makeup that makes up the Gem’s Essence.

as well as Steven’s Human Soul, which is now a Monster Soul.

it also has traces of Mr & Mrs Wingdings Genetic Magical DNA,

thanks to their two fragments being placed into Sans’s Soul,

and causing Sans to be fully reborn as a Monster and being reborn as Mr & Mrs Wingdings’s biological son, too.

I believe that the name “Wingdings”  

is actually Gaster’s Family Name, this would mean that Sans and Papyrus’s full names are:

Wingdings Sans and Wingdings Papyrus.

just like how some humans have their family names come first,

it can be the same for monsters too.

so if this is true, then “Gaster” would not be the family name

but would technically be Gaster’s given name when he was born.

Lion could of been with the Baby Steven when Gaster and his wife,

found them (at the same spot Asriel finds Chara)

but instead of just being a skeleton, Steven could of still been human,

but after he left beach city,

he ended up deciding to check out mount ebott

but accidentally fell and when Lion sensed he was in danger,

he went to go save him but it ended up being too late.

Steven was age fluxing from when he was 14, 17 and even to middle age and elderly age.....but at his final breath, his last age flux stop at newborn Steven.

that was when Gaster and his wife came into the picture,

and notice the Lion had what appeared to be a human baby.

Gaster picks up the baby and notice the heartbeat had stop,

and with much convincing from his wife, the two decide to place a fragment piece from both of their souls into the newborn.

which caused not only the baby to brought back to life,

but it also caused the baby to transform from a human

to a skeleton monster baby.

which bewildered and shocked Lion and the Two Married Wingdings.

Gaster and his Wife [Redacted] decide to take the baby and even the Lion, home with them.

Gaster being a Doctor, did some tests and found out that by reviving the human baby with fragments of their souls, it caused the human soul to change into a monster soul and even have the baby become “reborn” as the Biological Son of the two of them.

there can be different ways that Steven becomes Sans,

this idea is just one of them.

plus when Steven becomes Sans and is reborn thanks to his new biological parents: Mr & Mrs Wingdings.

it also made him biologically related to his brother Papyrus.

and if there is a Gaster Jr. (because of the whole Gaster being Papyrus and Sans’s Brother too.) aka “Aster”

so not to confuse him with Gaster Sr...

he would of been at home during the time when his parents found Steven who would then be reborn as his new little brother Sans.

Sans could still have his Gem Powers, and when Lion ends up dying again....the Lion is brought back as Skeleton Monster thanks to Sans’s tears.

Sans could of brought Lion back to life when he was no more than 2 years old.

during this time Sans hasn’t yet remembered his past life as Steven Quartz Universe.

but at some point when Papyrus was a baby, his memories started to flood back to him and he remembered everything.

from his trauma that started in his childhood (Steven Universe)

to the breaking point he had a few years later (Steven Universe Future)  

the only one he could talk to about it, would be the only one from his past still with him, and that would be Lion.

Sans’s Mom and Dad (Gaster and [Redact]) know very little about Steven’s past before he became their second son who they named “Sans”, all they know is that their magic and two fragments from each of their souls merged with his former human soul and brought him back to life and changed him from a human to a skeleton monster.

this version of Sans would end up having to move to the Deltarune Timeline, because the non-stop geno route that Frisk played through.

in the past resets, Sans didn’t think about saving everyone by placing their souls in bubbles, that is until he discovered he could

when he bubbled Papyrus’s Soul after Frisk killed him.

after figuring out that he could bubble monster souls,

Sans started to follow Frisk, and after they were finished killing a monster, Sans would then bubble them and send them to Rose’s Room.

any other monster that Frisk didn’t end up killing,

Sans would have them go into Lion’s Ethereal Mane.

knowing how Rose’s Room works, he knows it will likely try to make copies of the bubbled monster souls.

so in order to find them if they should get mixed up wit fake copies (that ends up being made by the room), Sans would have to use the new trick he learned, and that is using blue magic to grab at the souls.

if he tried to use the blue magic on a fake bubbled monster,

it wont react the same and will only burst into pink clouds.

he would then take the real bubbled monster souls

and place them in Lion’s Ethereal Mane.

when entering Lion’s new mane, at first glance it looks the same as how it was before, but now it is dark and the only thing that is the same is the two trees that belong to both Lion and Lars, as well as the small hill that has Rose’s belongings as well as the Portrait of Rose.

but the place is now in the Dark World/Void.

which means whenever someone goes in through Lion’s Ethereal Mane, their existence would be forgotten by the outside world.

the grass/hair/mane, could end up having the ability to have Darkners/Tulpa  not end up transform into inanimate objects as soon as they leave The Dark World/Void.

this can be because of the new magic of Lion’s Mane.

on one side that makes up Lars’s side, the grass and Lars’s tree are still pink, but has bits and pieces of blue leafs in the tree.

on Lion’s side, Lion’s tree is fully blue

and becoming what looks like a Echo Tree and the grass ends up being blue too. all being same color as Lion’s Ethereal Mane.

 even if Lars’s tree and grass hasn’t changed very much, it still ends up in the Dark World/Void.

if Lancer ends up finding that new place in the dark world,

he would end up finding the spot in the blue grass/mane

that would lead him outside, like he would end up falling out of Lion’s ethereal mane.

but he wouldn’t end up turning into a inanimate object but instead stays how he is.

so any darkner (Headcanon Name of Race “Tulpa” )

ends up finding that place with those two trees, where one side of the grass is pink and the other blue.

going through them and ending up popping out of Lion’s Ethereal Mane, will let them be able to keep the forms they had in the dark world/void.

not everyone has to agree about the whole Dark World being the Void and it has the power to make those outside it forget,

and only those who have been to the void will remember Kris and Susie if they end up going back there again in Chapter 3, cause the whole Noelle and Berdly being to the Dark World/Void,

and if they both are still in Alphys’s class, and Kris and Susie went to the Dark World/Void.

only Noelle and Berdly would remember them.

it would explain why there wasn’t a search party for those two

and no one seem all that worried about them.

at least not until they remembered them when they came back from the Dark World/Void.

it is possible when Kris and Susie ended up in the Dark World,

those in their world, still remembered them but at the same time as a hour past the memories of those two became foggy and when a few hours past the memories of them all but faded.

but if Noelle and Berdly have been to the Dark World/Void,

they wouldn’t be effected and would be immune, same would be for anyone else who might end up going to the Dark World/Void.

I don’t think Ralsei is Asriel, but could still end up being technically a creation of his.

but even if I and other fans had theories that Ralsei might be a bad guy, that might not be true for the real Ralsei that we meet in Chapter 1.

I believe the Ralsei we meet in Chapter 2, is a Fake and the real Ralsei is that Faux-Ralsei’s Prisoner and is being kept in a room we can’t get to yet.

another theory is that Ralsei is Flowey from one of the Geno Timeline from Undertale, when he ends up being killed by Frisk...

he doesn’t just cease to be, he ends up falling into the Dark World/Void and having a type of Amnesia, and when some of the essence of Asriel of Deltarune, entered into the dark world, it transformed that version of Flowey into Ralsei.

we know when Ralsei falls in battle, he at times will end up leaving behind just his hat and clothes, which makes you wonder what is under there and could it be dust?

it is likely Flowey is under there and whenever Ralsei falls in battle and there is nothing left of him but his hat and clothes, what is hiding in them might turn out to be Flowey.

that is just a theory after all.

anyway I’m going to go back to watching Steven Universe now.

see ya later and stay safe.