#take me to long post jail but buck voice i had to do it

[s2buddie]

"Isn't that what we all want in a partner? Knowing that they have your back?"

#take me to long post jail but buck voice i had to do it #911edit #911 #buddie #buddieedit #evanbuckleyedit #eddiediazedit #evan buckley #eddie diaz #my gifs #i've cried every day this week because 30 seconds into getting along they promise to have each other's backs and look at them goooooo

[thewolvesof1998]

I ain't proud of all the punches that I've thrown

I ain't proud of all the punches that I've thrown (826, T) 

"I ain't proud of all the punches that I've thrown

In the name of someone I no longer know

For the shame of being young, drunk, and alone

Traffic lights and a transmitter radio

I don't like that when they threw me in the car

I gave your name as my emergency phone call

Honey, it rang and rang even the cops thought you were wrong for hanging up

I dial drunk, I'll die a drunk, I'd die for you"

-Dial Drunk, Noah Kahan

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Eddie rubs at the knuckles on his right hand, pressing into the raw and bruised skin, relishing in the ache. It settles the rage that simmers just below his skin, grounding him in the now, ending the constant replay of why he was sitting in a jail cell. He let out a long groan, leaning his elbows on his knees and pressing the palms of his hands into his eyes.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Stupid. Stupid. So fucking Stupid. What was he going to do? He could lose his job, what if Christopher had seen him do that? What kind of example is he setting for his kid? Fuuuuuckkkkk.

He pushes upright, his left hand rubbing at bruises again, trying to ground himself again.

He almost jumps out of his skin when the door of the cell opens, revealing a uniformed cop. He wonders briefly if he should ask for Athena but dismisses it, whatever Athena knows, Bobby knows and he really doesn’t want this getting back to his captain. He's already screwed up enough already for one day, hell a year even.

“Diaz, time for your phone call,” The cop says

Eddie nods, stands on solid legs that want to shake, spine straight, chin up, just like they taught him. He follows the cop to a phone that wouldn’t have looked out of place in his childhood home. He lets out a breath before stepping up to it, receiver to his ear, pressing the first few numbers, finger hovering over the next, twitching to punch in the rest of the number that is burned into his brain. One that he doesn’t think he will ever forget, even with how unnecessary it is nowadays to memorise a number.

His heart drops, and his jaw aches from how hard he’s grinding his teeth. Rage, like a broken window to an oxygen-deprived room that’s already in flames, explodes within him and almost takes him out. He resists the urge to slam the phone’s receiver into the wall until it's just fragments of plastic that dig into the palm of his hand, drawing blood. He breathes through his nose and then out of his mouth and repeats that until he gets himself under control.

He had been about to call Buck. His body had betrayed him, had automatically started to dial his best friend, who he can’t even talk to because of the stupid fucking lawsuit.

Eddie closes his eyes, seeing what could have happened if he hadn’t stopped himself. The phone rings and rings and in his own anger he could almost picture Buck sending it to voice mail but he knows, he knows that Buck would always pick up.

Lawsuit or not. Buck would always pick up for Eddie.

He could almost hear Buck’s voice, the uncertain whisper of his name, a little breathless in surprise and nerves...

“Go for Buck,” Buck says in his usual cheery voice, of course, he wouldn’t recognise this number.

Eddie tries to swallow around the lump in his throat, but it doesn’t work, “Buck,” he says his voice rough and filled with too many unsaid emotions.

"Eddie? Is Chris-“ The cheerfulness was replaced with surprise and then anxious concern. Of course, Buck would think Eddie was calling because of Chris, that Chris would have to be hurt or in trouble before Eddie would reach out to his best friend. How did they get to this point?

“He’s fine, I- uh”

“Eddie, what is it?”

"I need you…” Shit, that’s not what he had meant to say, he clears his throat, “Can you post bail for me?”

"Eddie,” he says concern dripping from his voice, Eddie can almost picture the crease between his brows. Eddie’s fingers flex with the urge to smooth it away, not that he had ever allowed himself to do that even before everything.

“Please Buck” He begs, he knows they haven’t talked in so long but he needs-he needs Buck.

“Of course Eddie, anything for-”

A throat clears itself next to Eddie, he opens his eyes and realises he has just been standing there with his eyes closed for who knows how long. He can feel the flush of his cheeks as he puts down the receiver and picks it back up, dials a number he hopes he gets right. It rings and rings…

“Hello”

“Bosko, I- uh- It's Eddie, I'm at the police station downtown could you come and-uh-bail me out of jail?”

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[megamangx]

this was submission by fan so i decide post it remember if u have fan storys send them to me mega fans and i may posting them to

MEGAMAN GX GOES ALL ELITE A FAN STORY BY ATMAD12

Megaman GX was at a wrestling show for All Elite Wrestling which was not the WWE because it was better and did good with their wrestlers the show had just finished and Tony Khan who was owner of AEW came out to thank everyone for supporting the show and send them home happy "Not so fast TINY Khan!" said a squeaky voice from nowhere it was former wrestling manager Jim Cornette who hated AEW for being successful and hated Tony Khan for not doing things Jim Cornettes way "Your flippy midget mudshow has gone on long enough! Now WE'RE taking over!" "We?" asked Tony Khan who was confused as Jim Cornet was only one visibul "Yeah! WE!" retorted Jim Cornette as all of a sudden Tony Khan was ambushed by some of wrestlings biggest legends of all including Nature Boy Ric Flair "That's right Jack! We're taking over your show so we can be the stars once again! WOOOOOOOOOOOOO!", Mayor Kane who was mayor of evil city! "We're going to weed out the weak and the foreigners in this company...AND REMOVE THE WOMEN'S DIVISION WITH FIRE!", and ultimate super legend supreme: Hulk Hogan! "That's right brother! We're gonna run this place into the ground just like we did Impact wrestling brother!" and then they put Tony Khan in a glass cage and suspended him above the ring. "All Elite Wrestling is finally mine motherfukkeeeeerrrrr!" Cheered Jim Corn in his squeaky micky mouse voice and then Hulk Hogan took the microphone away from him to add "AND WE'RE GONNA USE 'THAT WORD' HERE BROTHER! AND THAT'S A SHOOT BROTHER!" which meant that this was not part of the show and that these evil old wrestlers really did plan to steal teh show! Megaman GX got mad and jumped into the ring "You're not taking over this wrestling show OR using racist words here!" and he prepared to blast them all way with a power shot "Not so fast brother!" Hulk Hogan stopped him "You're in WRESTLING world now brother! That means you can't use your weapons or powers here or else you go to jail brother!" Megaman GX realized he had been played "Nuts! Hes right! I have to play by wrestling rules!" and then the wrestle booomers ganged up on GX who was suddenly powerless because he did not do the job Just then music started playing and out came HANGMAN ADAM PAGE to help GX and he flipped over the ropes to buckshot lariat Kane who was in slacks, but Ric Flair and Hogan was still there so Hangman got jumped too, but then "SUPERKICK! PARTAAAAAAY!" The Young Bucks came out to fight because Hangman was their friend and AEW was also their creation too! "You old boomers aren't gonna have your way this time!" Said Matt Buck! "Yeah! Tell 'em Matt!" Said Brandon Cutler who was recording everything at ringside with his camera "Shut up Brandon!" said Nick Buck as he and Matt Buck went into the ring to fight Ric Flair who was naked under his robe "THEY CALL ME SPACE MOUNTAIN! CUZ I'M THE OLDEST RIDE IN THE GAME, BUT I STILL GOT THE LOOOOOOONGEST LINE! WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Said Ric Flair who was trying to get the bucks to touch his willy which was really gross and inappropriate so the bucks began to superkick Ric Flair in the face because they were good christian boys who didn't do that sort of thing but then Hulk Hogan beat them both up along with Hangman "That's not gonna work for me brother! I'm going over!" said Hogan as he ripped off his shirt and started hulking out and he was prepared to finish GX and the elite off with his atomic leg drop but then hope arrived... "I HEAR THE BATTLE CRY! UNDER THE DEVIL'S SKY! THE ONE WINGED ANGEL FLIES! ARE YOU READY TO GO? ARE YOU READY FOR THIS?!" KENNY OMEGA had come out to help all of his friends as he knocked Hogan aback with a running V-TRIGGER then he encouraged his friends to get up and they took turns beating up Hogan first the bucks put Hogan in the Meltzer Driver then Hangman put him through the deadeye and lastly Kenny Omega and Megaman GX delivered the killing blow to Hulk Hogan by way of a two-man One Winged Angel which caused Hogan to explode into dust because he was old and couldn't take those kinds of bumps anymore then everybody turned on Jim Corn who was furious that his out of touch legends lost to younger guys "Well goddaaamn!" he said but before he could make his escape Matt Buck grabbed him by the shoulder and said "WHERE DO YOU THINK...YOU'RE GOING?" in a creepy voice as the arena got a yellow filter around it, and then the elite all shouted in unison "BTE! TRIGGER!" and they all knee'd Jim corn in the face at the same time "Haha yeah! You ninja-turtle'd him!" said Brandon who was still recording and then Megaman GX smashed the glass case and free'd Tony Khan who was super thankful to Megaman GX for helping deal with the bad guys "Well that was fun!" said Kenny Omega "And Megaman GX if you ever need help with wrestling again, you know where to find us" "I will!" Said Megaman GX! "But for now Kenny I think it's time we bid the audience adieu!" "Couldn't have put it better myself!" said Kenny "So until next time...Goodbye and...Good night!" "BANG!" And everybody laughed! The end!

[evanjinx]

alternative universe buddie fics recs :)

note: the links weren't working the first time i wrote the post but i edited and they're okay now!! if it still isn't working for you is probably because you're trying to open from a reblog from before i edit it, so try open directly from the original post on my profile.

Blind Date by @sassypopstar [complete | teen and up audiences | 3.8k words]

Buck feels a little ridiculous dressed in a jacket and a shirt. But Maddie had insisted on him dressing up for the occasion and even Chimney had quipped that it’s the right thing to do. So Buck, who never went on a blind date before in his life, listened to his big sister and her boyfriend because apparently that’s who he is now. Or the one where Buck goes on a blind date with someone called Eddie.

Buckley's Bouquets by awashleyno [complete | teen and up audiences | 23.4k words]

A world where Buck owns a flower shop and manages to develop a huge, massive, ridiculous crush on a handsome firefighter that comes in for a visit one day. Or, 5 times Eddie gives flowers to other people and the 1 time he gives them to Buck.

Call It What You Will - Fate? Destiny? (A Tsunami) by @abow123456 [complete | mature | 20k words]

Evan Buckley's day of relaxation is cut short when a tsunami hits the beach he was relaxing at. He has to fight to keep himself and a lost little boy safe from the water, as well as anyone else he finds. After, he meets the boys father and family, and it causes a snowball effect of good things for him, for once.

Capuccino with extra, extra sugar by buckbng [complete | teen and up audiences | 2.7k words]

Buck is the cute barista and Eddie is the grinch that hates coffee. Until, he doesn't. Because if Buck says he looks like the kind of person that would love a cappuccino, who's Eddie to disagree with him? OR Eddie really doesn't like coffee but pretends he does just so he has an excuse to see the cute barista at the coffee shop.

Confirmation Bias by strifechaos [complete | mature | 31k words]

After the fallout with his ex-wife, Eddie believed he could only trust his family with his son. He hadn’t imagined falling for his son’s sweet-hearted nanny, Buck. With his own family so distant, Buck never considered that he’d be lucky enough to find a home for himself, let alone people he could count on. Not until he meets the Diaz boys. AU: Buck was never a firefighter, and becomes Christopher's sitter when Shannon's job takes her away from Eddie and Chris for the summer. Eddie tries to not fall for his son's nanny, he's not very successful.

dream of some epiphany by extasiswings [complete | mature | 7.3k words]

Evan Buckley is lost. It’s happenstance that he wanders into the navy recruiting center—he’s been in San Diego for a few weeks, bartending late nights and weekends, living in a house with three other guys not because he needs the roommates but because he doesn’t want to be alone, and the military is…respectable. Stable. So Buck thinks maybe and opens the door. Buck leaves ten minutes later with a set of printed instructions for sending his first letter, assured that he can drop it off whenever he’s ready, and a name. Staff Sergeant Edmundo “Eddie” Diaz.

Frequent Flyer by red_to_black [complete | mature | 13.4k words]

In his entire time being a firefighter, Eddie has never met anyone as accident-prone as Evan Buckley. And Buck - well, he's quickly becoming the 118's best customer. (Or - the one where Eddie is a firefighter, Buck isn't, and Eddie finds himself rescuing Buck from increasingly sticky situations. Sometimes literally.)

Gave me no messages, gave me no signs... by @reallysmartladymariecurie [complete | teen and up audiences | 7.4k words]

"Buck is beyond nervous, and he’s really trying to convince himself that the familiarity of the situation is not some sort of bad omen. Just because there are parallels of the start of his relationship with Eddie to that of his relationship with Abby doesn’t mean that this new adventure is destined to end in the same miserable fashion. He hopes it won’t, has to believe it won’t. Because even with Abby, he hadn’t fallen this hard for her before their first official date. With Eddie, everything is already intensified by a thousand." Or, Buck covers a shift for a firefighter at the 136 and it leads to a budding relationship through text messages.

Gotta Find My Corner (Of the Sky) by doctornineandthreequarters [complete | general audiences | 31.3k words]

It was the last day of 2016 and two lost souls found themselves in a quiet dive bar, as the loud noises of the city celebrating New Year’s Eve buzzed around them. Most people chose loud, flashy bars with DJs and entrance fees and promises of champagne for New Year’s Eve. But both occupants of the dive bar preferred the quiet. They both didn’t need the added chaos when everything around them already felt chaotic. --- Or, Buck and Eddie meet on New Year's Eve, 2016, a meeting that sets of a series of events that changes the trajectory of both of their lives.

I Didn't Know I Was Lonely 'Till I Saw Your Face by @hmslusitania [complete | general audiences | 10.4k words]

After the ladder truck and the blood clot and the tsunami, Bobby makes Buck go to therapy before he does something stupid (like sue the city). Buck's not totally comfortable being alone with a therapist, but fortunately he makes a friend and ally who's willing to help him out - Eddie Diaz from the 136 who's just been caught in an illegal fight club. OR Total strangers Buck and Eddie go to couple's therapy together to get out of the therapy requirements their captains have placed on them.

i want your midnights by allyasavedtheday [complete | teen and up audiences | 36.3k words]

In which Eddie decides to rent out his spare room to help with mortgage repayments right around the time Buck decides to move out of Abby's place after some not so gentle prodding from Maddie. It's a coincidence. Or serendipity. Or maybe just really good timing.

i wanna be know (by you) by @starlightbuck [complete | general audiences | 12.5k words]

“I didn’t mean to do it.” Hen glances down at Eddie’s phone then back up at him in disbelief.

“How do you ‘not mean’ to download a bunch of dating apps but still have them on your phone?”

Or  In which Eddie delves into the intimidating world of online dating.

if i got locked away (would you still love me the same?) by @firefighterhan [complete | general audiences | 3.7k words]

Buck gets accidentally thrown in jail after meddling in a fight outside of a grocery store. There, he meets an unexpected guest, famous music artist Eddie Diaz, who is being suspiciously quiet about how he ended up here in the first place.

if only in my dreams by @buttercupbuck [complete | general audiences | 5.4k words]

Years before Eddie joins the 118, Buck meets him at an airport bar on Christmas day.

in a week by @buttercupbuck [complete | explicit | 78.9k]

in which Eddie joins the U.S. Forest Service and in the meadows of California, finds the things he thought he lost and the things he thought he'd never have.

It Started With A Bang And A Hostage Situation by JayJay__884 [complete | general audiences | 6.6k words]

Buck goes to the store one late night to buy food because of Maddie's pregnancy cravings. Whilst at the store, Buck accidentally gets caught in the middle of a robbery and gets knocked out. After waking up in the backroom, Buck finds himself as a hostage with a handsome and caring stranger.

Leading with the Left by @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels [complete | explicit | 84.7k]

When Buck said he was a "bartender" in "South America" what he actually meant was "stripper" in "Mexico." And when Eddie said, "What's your problem?" what he actually meant was, "Is this about the time you gave me a lap dance?" In other words, there's a few things the 118 doesn't know about Buck. Or Eddie. Or Buck and Eddie's relationship.

Lift me up by @captain--sif [complete | teen and up audiences | 5.5k words]

Buck gets stuck in his apartment building's broken elevator with his good-looking neighbor from the sixth floor.

Love and Bullets Both Shatter Hearts (But Only One Can Put You Back Together) by @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels [complete | explicit | 11.2k words]

Agent [Redacted] Diaz is the best at what he does. Usually. But lately there's this real pain in the ass* who's been ruining his missions: Code Name "Buck."

*stupidly handsome and annoyingly talented rival spy

Mr. Buckley's After Hours Detention by aresaphrodites [complete | mature | 11.4k words]

It’s not like Eddie Diaz planned on this. Really, there was no scenario in his mind where he would ever be bringing his son’s teacher a freaking goody basket to class; a homemade goody basket, no less. Then again, Christopher has never had a teacher quite like Evan Buckley.

MukbangsWithBuck by @reallysmartladymariecurie [complete | teen and up audiences | 19.3k words]

After growing tired of eating alone in his loft, Buck decides to start a YouTube channel where he records himself eating dinner and telling stories about crazy things his team has encountered on calls. He eventually gains a substantial fanbase, and he is led to the channel of another LA firefighter who uploads informational videos and also casual vlogs with his ten-year-old son. It isn't long before the two start a friendship through messages, both of them secretly hoping it will turn into something more. Or, Eddie and Buck are both firefighters/YouTubers and they end up falling in love.

Objects in the Mirror by SevenSoulmates [complete | explicit | 139.1k words]

The voice had always been around, Eddie remembers it, like a stream of consciousness that babbled incoherently to the point where Eddie just tuned it out.  But then the voice started speaking directly to him. Conversing like he was a whole person standing right in front of him. Like he could see what was happening around Eddie. Eddie shook his head. No one was talking to him, and Eddie most certainly was not talking back. He wouldn’t talk to the boy in his head ever again. There was no boy in his head. 

Passive Aggressive Flirting by @starlingbite [complete | general audiences | 4.5k words]

Buck and Eddie have never met. They both work at the 118 but just on different shifts. That's all about to change when Buck finds a sticky note message, signed E.

String of hearts... by @reallysmartladymariecurie [complete | teen and up audiences | 11.1k words]

“Now. Eddie is this incredible presence. He’s funny and smoking hot, and he has a son who sounds wonderful. And he’s serious and vulnerable at times. But so enjoyable to be around, every single second that he’s there. And how can I put myself out there when the expectation is so high? When the thing I might lose is so beautiful?”

In which Buck owns a plant shop in LA, and Eddie becomes his new favorite customer. Pining ensues.

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[the-hidden-pages]

Let Me Worship You: Part 1 - Zemo x Fem!Reader

The fact that this man is the one who dragged me out of my refusing-to-write-fanfiction grave and let me post old work while working on new stuff is...Impressive. Damn you Daniel Bruhl.

Synopsis: With all the horrible things you had heard of Baron Helmut Zemo, you hadn't anticipated just how badly he wished to win you over. To a further extent, you certainly hadn't anticipated how tempting it would be to give in.

No bad NSFW this chapter - this is the lead up to the main course.

You were not an Avenger.

Unsurprising, really, given what you perceived to be your lack of talent and marketable super-heroine prowess, and so when Bucky called you up asking for a favour, you were pleasantly surprised.

You had only met Bucky on the rare occasion he let you help him, often expressing that he viewed you as a worrywart, a particularly bad day of his leading to him accusing you of trying to be his mother. He later apologized, hearing your explanation that you wanted to help in any way you could, and since you didn't have a superhero serum or fancy suit or arm, you relied on what you could - your mind and your giving nature.

He must have remembered this conversation, because he brought you with him and Sam to what appeared to be an underground parking garage.

"What're you talking about, you wanna break Zemo out of jail? Where the hell are we Buck? Have you lost your mind?!" Sam was raving as you followed behind the two men, silent as you stew over what Bucky had told you.

Babysitting duty.

You were effectively on glorified babysitting duty of an incredibly dangerous criminal.

"James..." you hesitated when he discussed this with you, how could you not? "I don't know how useful I'll be here."

"Very," he countered, his voice dull while his eyes were pleading. "Sam’s an Avenger, I have the serum. But you, you're just a person. Zemo will be less likely to hurt and immediately betray you because of that fact alone."

"He's killed people who've been in his way before. Normal people."

"He won't kill you. I'll make sure of that."

A heavy sigh escapes you as Sam and Bucky continue to bicker about the logistics of breaking Zemo out.

"I don't like how casual you're being about this, it's unnatural - and - where are we man?"

"I wouldn't mind an answer to that too," you supply, but any answer is interrupted by the sound of a door unlocking.

The three of you turn to approaching footsteps, and find no one other than Helmut Zemo striding towards you, dressed in a prison guard's uniform.

Sam responds immediately, arguing to throw him back in jail, while Bucky tries to calm him down. But you can't help but stare at the man before you as he removes the cap on his head, arms raised in an attempt to calm the men down.

"If I may" his voice rasped, but he was stopped short by Sam and Bucky in unison.

"NO!"

Zemo nodded, looking away almost sheepishly. "Apologies," came the quiet response.

If it were any other situation, you would have laughed - those two had the dynamics of a married couple and they couldn't stand each other. And for them to completely shut down the killer in front of them was...incredibly funny.

But you had a job to do.

As the boys continued to bicker, you took slow steps forward towards the man now looking you up and down, trying to place your part in all of this.

"Don't mind them," you spoke quietly, not wanting to distract Sam and Bucky, but still intending to speak with the criminal. "They're having some troubles in paradise. You must be Zemo."

His eyes take you in, a small smirk beginning to form. "So I must. May I have the pleasure of your name, Liebling?"

You offer your name hesitantly, and he repeats it back to you, as though he were sampling what it might taste like.

"Beautiful name, thank you." He turns to face the two men still arguing, not noticing your introductions. "I really think I'm invaluable..."

"Shut up..." Sam warned, before turning back to Bucky, looking between him and you.

You nod reassuringly to him - this is necessary, if the super soldiers are to be dealt with.

A sharp sigh leaves Sam. "Okay. If we do this, you don't make a move without our permission. And she is watching you every step of the way."

Bucky interjects. "And if anything happens to her, you're going to wish we left you in that cell."

Zemo nods, looking to you once again. "Fair."

You tilt your head slightly, unable to read his eyes as they examine you. You brush it off, chalking it up to him appreciating not being thrown back into a cell immediately. "Okay Zemo. Where do we start?"

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

Zemo wasn't sure of what to make of you, he realized as you were on the jet to Riga.

You weren't an Avenger, you weren't a soldier, super or otherwise. You seemed to just be a person, one constantly offering her help where she could, even when it was to her own detriment.

He also took note of how rarely your help was appreciated or reciprocated.

You would offer help any moment you could, carrying supplies, offering to fetch food, simply offering and ear to listen. You were quick to attempt to smooth over Sam and Bucky's disputes, and you would play along with the role Zemo would assign you without much question - anything to help, you would say.

You were kind, he noticed as well. Smart, and shrewd, and clearly with trust issues, but you were kind and polite. You spoke with him as much as you might Sam or Bucky, you offered him your trust under the promise he would aide you find the super soldier serum. With your kindness, he thought it might be easy to manipulate you, to slip away from the group, maybe even to ask you to join him.

But there was an issue with his theory, he quickly noticed - any attempt to woo you, attract you, win you...didn't seem to work.

He hadn't been at the task long, mind you, but he had hoped you would be impressed with the jacket, the Baron title, the jet, the offer of wine. Instead, you simply seemed uncomfortable. Come Madripoor, you were happy to play the part of eye candy to escape much attention, yet when he offered you to keep the stunning dress, shoes, and jewelry ensemble you simply waved it off, claiming that you'd reimburse him if he insisted on you keeping it. You were happy to dance near him, unable to hide your laughter at his moves, yet he offered you a drink and you promptly declined, claiming it unnecessary.

Zemo's brow furrows as he observes you, awake and quietly reading as Sam and Bucky both sleep on the flight.

"What's your motive, Liebling?" he questions, and you glance up from your page.

"Don't tell me the criminal doesn't trust me," you respond wryly, turning your gaze back.

"No, I don't mean like that," he shifts, leaning forward to continue to observe the woman that was his guard. "I wonder what keeps you going. Some are motivated by riches, and dreams. Others from spite and anger. What do you want from life, my dear? What causes you to wake up in the morning?"

You pause, looking up to search his eyes to see where this question was coming from. You weren't sure what game he was playing, and you weren't sure how to answer him either. You eventually look back down to your book, a small smile playing on your lips.

"Nothing wakes me up in the morning, given I rarely get to sleep most nights."

His brows furrowed as she goes back to her pages, eager for the conversation to end. Her difficulty doesn't seem to be that he's a criminal - she's spoken plenty freely to him, she agrees to his plans...

The difficulty, he begins to realize with a smile. Maybe he's beginning to see what the difficulty is after all.

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

You weren't sure what to make of Zemo, you think as you lie awake at night in the Riga safe house.

This criminal coming out of nowhere, apparently being rich as hell, so far doing nothing to cause you to believe he would betray you (yes, Sam and Bucky were shocked by his killing of Nagel, but really? You weren't shocked) ...but what shocked you the most was how badly he seemed to want to win you over.

You could justify it, sure. You're supposed to be his guard, he's likely trying to get you to let your guard down so he can escape. Yet when he's so charismatic, the way he holds himself, that voice...

Your eyes snap open sharply.

You were attracted to Zemo.

The man you're meant to be watching.

No, you told yourself. You're just lonely, and he's the first man offering you attention in a long time. It doesn't matter that his eyes examining you makes you blush, that you want to run your fingers through his hair, that a quiet voice your head wished that he would kiss you when he pulled you aside with one arm, other hand aiming at a pipe in Madripoor to blow up some poor saps...

It's the heat of the situation, you told yourself. Your options are Sam, Bucky, and Zemo...

Trust you to pick the worst option.

But how could you not, your mind whispers. When he danced like a goofball in a club your heart warmed. When he sat, filled with confidence and righteousness in the jet, legs splayed enough that you could perch on your knees in front of him, worship him, pleasure him. When he left the bathroom this morning in that damned robe, the deep V drawing your eyes down his chest before you could help himself.

You groaned. Of all the thoughts to keep you awake, why did it have to be your assignment on your mind?

It was too hot, your mind was swimming, you knew sleep wouldn't come soon.

And so, you stood, wrapping your arms around your book and padding downstairs in a loose t-shirt and shorts. Zemo had said that you were welcome to whatever resided within the safe house, and you were ready to take up his offer and steal a cup of tea.

You weren't expecting to find anyone else still awake. And yet, you weren't fully surprised to find Zemo sitting in the kitchen, bottle of whiskey at his side, a glass in his hand. He looks up at the sound of your footsteps, a soft smile on his face.

"Good evening, Liebling."

"Zemo. Can't sleep?"

"Unfortunately, not." He leans backwards slightly, examining you. "Another sleepless night for you as well."

"So it would seem."

You take a seat across the counter from him, not wanting to sit too closely to the man you were just fantasizing about. You were good at keeping a straight face, but you wondered if you got too close if he'd somehow be able to smell it on you.

He pushed his bottle forward, cocking an eyebrow at you.

"Drink?"

Your finger caresses the binding of your book as you hesitate to find the words.

"Actually, I had come down to make myself a cup of tea, if you don't mind."

Zemo's eyes lit up slightly, and he stood, motioning for you to stay where you were. "Allow me."

"You don't have to-" you begin to protest, but he's quick to cut you off.

"Please, Liebling, let me spoil you."

The heat that washes over you is clearly visible, if his chuckle is any indicator.

Silence falls and you quietly open your book as Zemo busies himself over the tea. In mere minutes a steeping mug is delicately placed in front of you. You smile graciously and nod, though you falter slightly as he doesn't return to the other end of the counter - rather, sitting on a stool right beside you, inquisitive eyes not leaving your face.

"Can I help you with something, Baron?" you question, taking the tea and blowing on it to cool it down somewhat. His eyes follow your movements, before travelling to meet yours again.

You could drown in those eyes -

"Day after day you offer your help, sarcastically or not," he begins, leaning forward slightly as he rests his chin on his hand, examining you. "Who offers help to the helper?"

You take a sip of your tea, tilting you head. "I don't know what you mean."

"Your refusal of my gifts, your reluctance to let me even make you a cup of tea - at first I wondered if it was in distrust of me, Liebling -"

"Well, you have killed people."

He quirks an eyebrow, and you motion for him to finish.

"I realize now it's because you're uncomfortable being cared for. You spend so much time looking after everyone else, you give no one the opportunity to worship you as you deserve."

You choked a bit on your tea at that.

"I don't know that I deserve to be worshiped, I just...exist. And do what I can to help others."

Zemo leaned forward further, slowly, so as to not push you away in result. "We haven't been acquainted for long, my dear, but from all I've seen from you with Sam, with James, and with an undeserving man such as myself...the strength in your soul and the empathy in your heart...It alone rises you so far above the men and women placed on pedestals because of their supernatural abilities."

You lean forward to match, but your eyes have steeled over. "Your sweet words won't make me let you go, Zemo. I won't betray Sam and Bucky."

He didn't miss a beat. "I should be so lucky to be held captive by you for eternity, Liebling. I don't ask you to betray your friends on my behalf."

"Then what do you want from me, exactly?"

You should be very afraid. The man who singlehandedly tore apart the Avengers is staring at you as if you were a last meal, his knees touching yours, his hand finding its way to lightly perch on your arm.

You should be afraid.

Yet despite your better judgement, you aren't.

"I want you to tell me every one of your desires, so I might fulfill them. I want to see you stand tall in the finest clothes money can buy, to whisk you away to Paris, Vienna, Rome, every beautiful local this world has to offer, local that pale in comparison to the beauty in front of me. I want you to let me bring you tea, wine, food, chocolates, and anything else that might please you. I want you to relax against me, to feel the tension you've had all mission to wash away in the most luxurious bath of your life, while I wash your beautiful hair, while I taste every inch of you."

His voice had dropped to nearly a whisper, and you couldn't stop yourself from leaning forward more to hang off his every word. "I'm not a stupid man. I know it's only a matter of time before I'm back in a prison cell of some kind. And even if I weren't, you may not believe the sincerity of my words. But tonight, little bird, I want you to let me worship you."

Your eyes fluttered as his hand reached forward to cup your cheek, thumb caressing over your bottom lip. You had the strength to look him dead in the eye with one final warning.

"If this is a trick of any kind, Zemo, I won't hesitate to let Bucky rip you to shreds."

The laughter that leaves him fans over your face, drawing your eyes to his lips.

"I'd expect nothing less, Liebling."

His eyes still search your face. A gentleman, you realize. He's waiting for permission.

You lean forward to close the gap, slowly letting your mouth brush over his, tasting him for the first time, as your hand raises to card through the locks of hair in his face. Your body thrums with anticipation of what's to come, with the anxiety that this may be a dangerous move, with pure, undiluted arousal from his words.

Yet you break away gently, both hands cupping his face now as he looks at you, curious as to why you stopped, pleased that his initial seduction worked.

Your hands slowly travel down to his own, and you stand, backing towards the way you came when you first gave up on sleep for the night.

"Come on then. You want to show me what being spoiled is like?"

A grin curls its way onto his face as he spins you in his arms, twirling you so that your back is against his front, his arms around you, his breath hot in your ear.

"Little bird, I'll give you everything you crave and more."

#zemo x reader #zemo fanfic #helmut zemo x reader #baron zemo #helmut zemo #helmut zemo x reader #x reader #baron zemo x reader

[archived-zombbean]

Yoooo do you have a post somewhere about your Gotham sona's info?

I have an official post on my RP blog but I can put it here! (I'm debating on removing the tattoos on the ref sheet tbh, but I'm not sure yet X'D)

Name: Sona Bean Xueen

Height: 5'0

Weight: 200lbs

Blood Type: B+

Education: Associates Degree

Which Batman Verse is she from?

My own universe called "Death's Child" I take a mixture of my favorite versions of Batman villains, and heroes and mix them.

Relationships:

Victor Zsasz (Sexual and Romantic)

Edward Nygma (Sexual and Romantic)

Jonathan Crane (Romantic)

Oswald Cobblepot (Friend)

Harley Quinn (Friend)

Waylon Jones (Friend)

Jervis Tetch (Friend)

Harvey Dent (Friend)

Victor Fries (Familial)

Pamela Isley (Friend)

Jim Gordon (Very rocky friendship; He would jail her if given the chance.)

Background:

Sona grew up in normal comfort for the first ten years of her life. The daughter of a low tier mafia henchmen, who ran a red light district building by the name of the "Bucking Bronco" where anyone could get their rocks off for the night, for a price. Her father was a man by the name of Jeorge King.

She was spoiled rotten, but never seemed to quite understand that she was. Clothes, toys, treats, and the like were given to her freely, even by men and women her father worked with. She was happy.

However, one day it all changed. She became ill.

Everyone at birth is scanned in this universe. When you are, it's determined what insurances will cover you, what surgery will be allowed to you, and how expensive treatment costs would be. Sona had contracted an easily curable illness, however her scans at birth showed that she stood a 5% chance of contracting said illness. Treatment was expensive, her father's insurance wouldn't cover the cost, and he began to seek out ways to get money to cover it.

This was the first step into a dark era.

Her father began stealing money behind his boss's back, trying to hit up places that wasn't on the list, and even began selling drugs and illegal weaponry to rival gangs.

One night when Sona was asleep, she awoke to gunshots in her living room. Scared the, now thirteen year old, girl walked down the hall and into the room to see three men in black over her fathers body, a bullet through his head. She held in her scream, her voice a whimper between her fingers. But their ears were sharp, and their voices like venom.

"Hey there little girl," one purred, advancing on the young girl who could only cry, "It's okay... I'm not gonna hurt you... okay well, that's a lie... you see your father's been very, very naughty~ Which means you have just as much to pay for as he does, you know? No hard feelings~"

That night the screams that ebbed from her lips were muffled by the rough assault of her intruders. It ended with a bullet to her gut, in hopes she would suffer as a final 'fuck you' to the King line.

As she lay in a mess of blood, sweat and tears, she choked back her whimpers. It wasn't fair. None of it was fair!

She got up, shaking on her hands and knees, crawling over to her father's corpse. She shook him, desperately trying to wake him, but to no avail. She shook harder.

"Please! Please.... dad, wake up! Please.... I... I need you... I can't.... I can't breath..." she felt blood in the back of her throat, but she refused to die. She had to live. She had to!

The memory is a blur, but that day she was rescued by a young man. A police officer of all things. Peter Gordon. She was alone. She had a decent amount of wealth left behind by her father, an inheritance of sorts. she had to change her name. Leave the old behind. They'd find her if she didn't. So she changed her name to Xueen.

It took six months to repair the damage. She was told she would never be able to have children, but it didn't seem to phase her. She didn't care about starting a family. To hell with what little future she had left. What she craved was revenge.

Revenge came on her 16th birthday. After a few years of underground training, paying hired guns to teach her to use high caliber weapons, and pistols, she finally shot her shot. The men that raided her family home and murdered her father died at her hands. She shot out their knees, broke elbows with sledge hammers, gutted one and slung his entrails over another, she pulled eyes from their sockets, used adrenaline to keep them alive for 48 hours. When the screams finally faded, she sobbed. She finally killed the people that murdered her father.

She had no purpose. She was still going to die. It was just a matter of how long it would take until she died.

But a thought occurred. Those three were just following orders. They were just pawns on a much larger board. There was still a king to overthrow. Her hands clenched into fists, and a snarl laced her lips. There was more to do. She had nothing to lose. Death was already at her doorstep, might as well greet him with an open hand.

She no longer feared death.

Sona invested in stocks which only served to increase her wealth, but by this point her illness had progressed to the point of no recovery. If she'd just gotten the treatment as a child, it wouldn't have progressed this far. She was eighteen.

She hired her own group of thugs, her own gang beginning to form. But they weren't quite up to snuff. She needed someone with more experience in killing... someone who wouldn't hesitate. Someone who would be loyal, and follow her every command. She was getting sicker. She needed someone to be her weapon when she was unable to lift one herself.

A few weeks later she hears of a serial killer. Very proficient. Very lethal. He's taken out a few of her men already, so she dared to see just whom this man was.

And it was then she came face to face with the mass murderer himself. A man decorated in scars along his arms and chest, a sadistic smile trailing over his lips. His eyes had a murderous lust to them, but she could only smile back. He was perfect.

"Hello there, my name is Sona Xueen. Did you know you've been causing me a lot of trouble lately?" she hummed, resting a hand on her chin.

The man advanced slowly his curiosity piqued. Why wasn't she afraid of him? Why wasn't she running?

"Hmm..." he looked her over, a glimmer of a knife in his hand, "Aren't you cute~ what would bring a vulnerable, sweet, young woman all teh way out here~?"

She grinned even wider, "I have a proposition for you... you work for me, you get paid, and you get to kill more than just junkies and my men for a living... work for me and you'll never have to live in filth again! You'll be able to live out any perverted violent fantasy you set your sights on!"

He paused, glancing over the other, then at the knife. After a long train of thought he tossed the knife to the side.

"What'cha got in mind boss?" he chuckled, a dark tone to his voice.

"How does targeting corporate heads sound? They've been very, very naughty, and I think it's about time we send those pig headed shits packing," she smirked.

The other's eyes widened, "A challenge~? I like it!"

"What's your name?"

"Victor. Victor Zsasz,"

She was twenty one.

She now stands at the epiphany of her career. There are ten corporate heads that need to roll, and five have already crumbled. There are five left to snuff out. She grins at the thought. The thought that her revenge will not only satisfy the violent lust in her stomach, but that there will never be children that are forced to go through what she had. Parents will never have to suffer losing their children. Parents will never be forced to resort to extreme measures to ensure their safety and well being. People won't have to die over a system designed to kill them.

She coughs. Her chest hurts. A pain shoots through her entire body. She's surprised she's lived this long. Perhaps it's spite? Or anger? Perhaps it's her wanting to live just a bit longer so she can spend time with the friends she's made along the way.

She feels a hand on her shoulder as she's lifted into a strong pair of arms. It's Victor. He wears a goofy smile as he always does around her. She lets out a satisfied sigh. For now everything is okay. For now everything is normal. One day she'll die. One day Victor will make sure that he's the one to do it. He's vowed. He's promised.

She's somehow made it to thirty.

That's basically everything I have on her so far! I have a few comics planned to go into detail of her relationships with some of the rouges she's closer to. Like Victor as her lover and weapon, Riddler as her informant and occasional sex partner, Mr. Freeze as her father figure, Penguin as a very dear close friend, and her strange friendship with Jim Gordon because of his father saving her life. There's a lot of puzzle pieces I'd rather fill in with art and pictures rather than story format, but I hope you enjoy her lore!

#sona #sona's backstory #lore #devil's child au #batman #oc

[amoosewritesfanfic]

One Last Hit +18

[Part 4]

[+18]

[I own none of the characters nor any art posted.]

[warnings: language, mentions of blood, non consensual, soft sex, alcohol.]

[Bakugou Katsuki X Female Reader]

[Mafia Bakugou X Stripper Reader]

[Tags: @hxneyy-beee ]

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"What the hell do you mean Kirishima and Deku went missin'?! Was it not your fuckin' job for you to phone 'em Icy Hot?!" He was pissed off, his blood was boiling.

Both Kirishima and Izuku were missing, they were both suppose to check in not even ten minutes ago, but something was wrong and Katsuki couldn't put his finger on it.

"I don't know myself but Yaoyorozu said she's looking into it with Jirou." Todoroki spoke calmly, but Katsuki knew that the half and half mobster was already in a panic.

"Fine! Just tell me when ya find 'em!" That's all Katsuki said, he went off into the kitchen to get a glass of water of course checking his phone.

He hadn't checked it but panic built up in his chest seeing that red alert.

Y/N was missing, his lover was missing...

It started out as means to just have her at his side, but... after the time they had spent together he had fell in love.

He didn't care that she was a stripper and other men had looked at that body.

He was the only one that got to fuck her senseless every night.

"Fuck... you gotta be kidding me... how the fuck did she get to that part of town?!" He quickly went back into the room where Todoroki was on a call.

Katsuki had waited a moment for Todoroki to get off of the phone.

"They took her."

"Who?"

"Y/N! Who the fuck else Icy Hot?! We gotta go find her. If she's there theres a chance shitty hair and deku and there too." He spoke with confidence, he had a feeling that something was wrong and gods knew he couldn't handle losing her or Kirishima... hell even Izuku.

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Y/N POV:

You were stripped down to your bra and panties. You were standing up now, hands above your head, being held up by cuffs and a chain hanging from the ceiling.

Dabi trailing his fingers along your stomach and between your breasts to grab hold of your face so you could look at him.

"Look at this~ the body of an ex stripper." He hummed.

You felt embarrassed, this was different to when you consensually stripped your clothes off...

"What do you think?" As he spoke he looked back at Kirishima and Izuku who had their gaze fixated on the ground.

"Oh what a shame they're embarrassed~" Toga teased as she lifted Izuku's head to look up at you.

You knew he had no choice especially with a knife against his throat.

Kirishima was also forced to look up as well.

You noticed how his jaw was clenched too, was he in pain?

"Let's see..." his free hand trailed down your spine unclipping your bra which loosened letting your breasts bounce free, he burnt off the rest, that blue flame singed your skin causing you to bite your cheek.

"Careful Dabi.. don't hurt her too much we still wanna use her in the future." Shigaraki spoke, it looked like he didn't really care much for what Dabi did to you as long as he didn't damage your body too much.

"Right right, I'll do my best not to destroy her." As he spoke he started pinching at your nipples.

Pinching, tugging and twisting he even latched his mouth onto it.

It felt nothing like Katsuki's tongue rubbing against the small nub.

Dabi switched nipples and did the same to the other.

His free hand trailing along your spine to grope your ass, causing you to whimper.

It was too rough.. rougher than when Katsuki did it, it wasn't as pleasurable.

"S-stop..." you mumbled but he continued his hand moving into your panties, his index finger running along your slit.

"Oh? You're wet~ you're enjoying yourself a bit to much for someone who is in love with that asshole." He mumbled as he pulled up and started nibbling your ear as his finger rubbed against your folds.

"F-fuck you!" You growled glaring at the male.

It was odd, no one was paying attention to you yet it felt like everyone was looking you...

You had no clue what Toga was doing to Izuku but you heard shuffling and the male mumbling for her to stop.

Kirishima was silent. Nothing going on with him... you wondered what they were going to do with him since you and Izuku happened to be occupied.

"Darling I would gladly let you~" Dabi teased sliding a finger into your hole cause you to whimper.

"N-no... fuck not there.. stop it...~" once again your voice betrayed you, your words came out in a moan.

"Fuck you here? Well of you insist princess~" he teased now nibbling on your skin, his finger now pumping in and out of you at a somewhat fast pace, you couldn't hold back the whimpers and moans escaping your lips as you tugged at the chains holding you up.

Shigaraki chuckled slightly.

"That's an awful lewd expression you got on your face y/n, you look like a complete slut." He remarked as Dabi worked your most sensitive spots, even adding a second finger which had your hips almost buck.

"Not fighting back?" He teased, his finger had hit your most sensitive spot, causing you to moan again, your legs tensing up slightly.

He kept hitting that same spot over and over again with little to no remorse, your body tensed up and your walls clamped down on his fingers.

You gasped out and started cumming, your love juices squirting all over his hand and of course it soaked your panties.

But as Dabi pulled his hand from your panties there was a knock on the door, normally he would carry on, but almost everyone was in the room that needed to be there so the chances of an unwanted guest was extremely high.

Before Dabi could approach the door there was a huge explosion, busting down the door.

Everything felt like it went by in a huge flash.

Ice surrounded Dabi and Kurogiri almost instantly.

And Shigaraki was bound up tight with what you think is tape...?

You didn't know what happened behind you but you heard another explosion.

In came Katsuki, Todoroki and Sero.

You assumed whoever had come in from the back was allies as well, you heard Kirishima breath out a sigh of a relief.

"Thank God you're here Yaomomo, you too Jirou." The red head said happily, but his voice was a bit husky, you could tell he was tired.

Shoto had his right hand pointed towards Shigaraki who looked like he was ready to pounce, but a few officers came in behind the two and started gathering everyone up, ensuring that they avoided eye contact with you.

It was odd... but you suspected that Katsuki somehow bribed the police force into making these arrests.

Katsuki walked over immediately and unchained you, pulling you in close. You let out the breath you didnt realise you were holding...

This didn't feel real. It.. it felt like a complete and utter dream.

"Fuck... baby never leave like that again... did they hurt you?" He asked as he cupped your cheeks looking at your face for any signs of trauma.

"Other than emotionally I think I'm okay Katsuki..." you mumbled, you cupped his cheeks in your hands and gave him a deep kiss.

You felt those warm strong hands trailing along your skin relieving the tension built up from Dabi.

"You better be careful Katsuki Bakugo! One die you'll die by my hand and I'll have Y/N by my side." Shigaraki snapped as he was being dragged away.

"Yeah yeah good luck with that in jail you fuckin' took." Bakugou said flipping him off but not looking in his direction.

No he kept his eyes on you.

He had even taken off his jacket and draped it around your shoulders, being engulfed in his scent made you happy.

"C'mon baby... let's get you home." He said, lifting you up bridal style.

"Oi Icy hot take care of this will ya?" He then said as he walked past Shoto, motioning to the situation behind them.

"What? Darling Y/N or that?" He pointed to the group that was checking on Kirishima and Izuku making sure neither of them had too much damage on them.

Katsuki growled and flipped him off, but you weren't really paying attention.

Your face was buried in Katsuki's neck, you were breathing in his scent, feeling of much of him as possible.

Anything to forget those harsh hands on your body.

"Ah, Shoto, there was two bags that were brought here... could you take it back to Katsuki's apartment. I have no clue where they were put." You said before Katsuki walked out of the room.

Shoto just nodded and told the police to look for it instead.

"Do you think we could go to a hotel...?" You mumbled, you weren't particularly in the mood to go back to your apartment.

"Of course kitten... I'll even get some champagne and chocolate for ya." Katsuki mumbled kissing your forehead.

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The drive to the hotel was pleasant, you were carried up and met by rose petals and a bottle of champagne on the bed.

A box of chocolates also set down on the bed.

"This is romantic even for you~" you teased as you were set down on your feet. You removed his jacket and stripped off your panties.

Hunger glazed over his features but he held back for you.

"Felt like being romantic for ya~" he teased as he sat down on the edge of the bed watching you.

"I wanna shower first... is that okay?"

"You never need to ask me permission baby girl." He mumbled as his hands trailed along your arm as you walked past.

"I'll be right back then.." you said as you gave him a quick kiss and then slipped into the bathroom.

Your shower was short, you wanted to be by Katsuki's side. You had managed to wash your hair as well which was good.

When you came out of the bathroom, towel wrapped tightly around your torso you saw Bakugou was sitting and waiting for you. The chocolates were moved out the way and the champagne was poured into two glasses.

Scrolling through his phone, his gaze shifted from the phone screen to you almost immediately as you stepped closer.

He set his phone down on the dressing table and pulled you in between his legs.

His hands trailing along your body as you leaned down to kiss him again.

The kiss was more passionate than usual, hands a bit more gentle as they trailed along your thighs before pulling off the towel and pulling you on top of him as he leaned back onto the bed, his hands resting on your lower back.

"Hmm~♡ please touch me..." you begged quietly as his hands started moving along your spine, he shifted one hand and rested it on your breast.

His tongue trailing along your jawline, but he ended up flipping so you were beneath him.

His tongue dragging along your skin as his hands grope at your ass and breasts.

His mouth latched onto your nipple causing you to groan feeling his tongue drag along the sensitive nub, his teeth nipping at the skin as well.

His free hand found its way between your legs stroking your thighs teasingly, purposely avoiding that sensitive spot you oh so desperately wanted him to touch.

He switched nipples as his finger teased your clit causing your hips to buck slightly.

"Hmm~ is kitten ready for daddy to fuck her?" He asked huskily, pulling away from your nipple as he unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock.

He was harder than usually. His cock was throbbing against your folds already.

"Yes daddy~♡" you moaned happily, you were eager, you were becoming drunk off of him again. Addicted as though he was a drug.

"Good kitten~♡" he growled as his tip slipped between your folds making you moan his name under your breath.

His cock was stretching you out, your body was trembling beneath his as it always did whenever you felt him inside you.

As soon as his tip was pressed up against your womb you could feel yourself melt. Your body tensed up a little but almost immediately went into pleasure as he started moving his hips.

Slamming himself inside your deepest parts over and over again.

He was placing soft tender kisses against your skin, marking you as his.

Your moans of pleasure were audible.

"No one else gets to fuck you... no one. You're all mine baby~ I'm gonna make sure everyone fuckin' knows that your mine... this pussy is mine alone~" he growled into your ear, causing you to squirm beneath him, fingers digging into his back as you moaned his name over and over.

Telling him how good he was making you feel.

Your legs trembling as your pussy started tightening around his cock.

"F-fuck... daddy I'm gonna cum.. d-daddys gonna make me cum~♡" you moaned out tilting your head back in pleasure.

His hips slamming harder into yours as he gave you a deep kiss.

Rubbing his tongue against yours, you know he was about to cum too, the way his cock pulsated inside your slick cunt when it was about to release its load was all too familiar with you.

It had you moan against his mouth as he gave one last final slam against you and came undone along with you.

His body staying pressed against yours.

"I love you Y/N..." he mumbled.

That was the first time he.. ever said I love you...

You had never said it to him.

You were shocked...

"I.. I love you too... Katsuki." You replied quietly to him, he just smiled.

Pulling out of you and pulling you close handing you the glass of champagne.

And that's how you had spent the rest of your evening... drinking champagne, eating chocolates and just enjoying each others company.

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(Some wholesome stuff. I'll probably not do a part 5. Not for a while, just until I figure out some stuff. But I'll keep writing got some spicy ideas :3)

Part 1

Part 2a

Part 2b

Part 3

#boku no hero x reader #bakugou x reader #todoroki shoto #my hero academia smut #mha smut #izuku midoriya #kirishima eijirou #reader x character smut #smut #bnha smut #bakugou smut #shigaraki tomura #dabi #sero hanta #bnha jirou #Yaoyorozu momo #bakugou katsuki #bnha bakugou #boku no hero academia #bnha #my hero academy fanfiction #reader x my hero academia #my hero academia #daddy #soft hours #he said i love you #togo himiko #kurogiri

[rachelbethhines]

Tangled Salt Marathon - Rapunzel and the Great Tree Part 2

Continuing on with the midseason finale of season two.

Part 1 is here  https://rachelbethhines.tumblr.com/post/628826170657570816/tangled-salt-marathon-rapunzel-and-the-great

Summary: After Adira saves Rapunzel and the group from the hurt incarnation, Cassandra makes her suspicions of Adira known which causes a falling out between her and Rapunzel. Meanwhile Hector uses the dormant power of the tree to try and attack everyone. 

Cassandra’s Motivation Doesn’t Aline With Her Later Actions 

If you’re going to have a character do a complete 180 from her original goal, than you need a better reason than just mommy issues; or validation issues, or career problems, or just simply having a falling out, or jealousy, or a ghost girl whispering in your ear, or whatever the fuck they’re trying to do with Cassandra.  

Going from ‘protect’ to ‘murder’ is a huge moral alignment shift that needed clear and reasonable justification. Cassandra is never given that. Instead they just throw everything at the wall that they can think of in the hope that something sticks. 

Only it never does because her original story was re-written at the last minute.   

Well That Was Pointless

Max and Pascal wind up saving Eugene and Lance from the man eating plant. Which adds nothing to the story. It happens and is then never brought up again. It’s just an excuse to write Eugene out of the Cass and Raps conflict and not an extension of either his or Lance’s own narratives. 

That’s a problem, because Eugene should be a main character and Lance an important supporting side character. Instead Eugene is regulated to side character status while Lance is unimportant comic relief. Not only does this ignore that fact that Eugene was the protagonist of the movie same as Rapunzel, but it also ignores the basic writing rule of ‘don’t add in characters who don’t serve a purpose in the story’. 

Adira Just Saved All of Your Asses, Cass

Boy does Adira put up with a lot of bullshit in this show, and 90% of it comes from Cass being a little bitch. 

She has no biases for this argument. Adira hasn’t done anything to warrant this accusation. In fact she’s proven herself time and time again only for Cass to lash out like a spoilt teenager with an inferiority complex. 

And Cassandra is 23!!!    

The young adults on this show are constantly written like pre-teens while the only actual teenager is constantly forced to be the most mature person in the show. 

It’s mind boggling. 

Rapunzel is In the Right Here, But the Show Wants Us to Sympathize with Cass Instead?

Oh No! Raps raised her voice at Cassandra and made her feel bad, you guys. Feel sorry for the poor paranoid baby who who’s acting like a jealous brat for no reason. 

Bull Shit. 

Cassandra not only has nothing to back up her accusation but the narrative never goes on to prove her right either. Adria is on the up and up, and always had been according to Destinies Collide. For all the show’s efforts to make Cass seem reasonable by having Adira mysteriously pop in and out, it all falls flat once you know where everything is heading. 

Plus, even if she were magically right about Adira that wouldn’t excuse her bossing Rapunzel around and insulting her intelligence. Had she done that to me I’d be telling her something a lot harsher than just to knock it off. 

Oh, But I Thought You Said Flashbacks to Corona Would Be Too Confusing?

So one of the writers, Ricky, has gone on record stating that they did originally have plans to show flashbacks to Corona to show what was going on with Rapunzel’s parents, Varian, and the Saporians. He then said they dropped them because they feared that it would be too confusing for the audience. 

Yet we get this pointless scene thrown into the middle of the mid-season finale. 

And by the looks of it it’s before even Beginnings, or maybe after Beginnings, who knows; so it’s not just a change of scene, it’s also a change in time as well. A point in the timeline that’s not been firmly established enough. So it not only has less reasons to exist then a Varian flashback would, but it’s also potentially more confusing than what a simple single episode set in Corona would have been. 

I don’t know who to blame for this poor decision making, if it’s just Chris, Chris and Ben, or a shared blame with all of the writers, but while the buck does stop with Chris, much of what Ricky has said online doesn’t reflect very well on his writing skills. Cause that’s a huge and utter bullshit excuse. 

So What Does This Add, Exactly?

Cass gives Rapunzel this purse as a gift. A purse that’s not been shown to be all that important before and isn’t made significant again. Then Raps launches into this speech about how good a friend Cass is and how lost she’d be without her. 

I understand what the thought process for this was; it’s to show how far Raps and Cass have grown apart recently and what Cassandra herself liked about being friends with Rapunzel to being with, which was the validation boost of being useful and needed; but there’s a lot of problems with including it here. 

For starters, lack of validation isn’t enough to suddenly switch into ‘kill mode’ which is where all of this is eventually leading.  

Validation shouldn’t be the foundation of any long term relationship and so rather than proving how good of a friend they are to each other, you’ve only given futher reason for why they’re toxic together. 

You needed to be building them up all throughout season one before launching into this break up plot. This scene is too little too late because we’ve spent too many episodes tearing Raps and Cass down for this plot to have the effect that they wanted it to. 

Cassandra is just doing her job. She’s suppose to show Rapunzel around and help her with shit, that’s what a lady in waiting does. Cassandra’s friendship with Rapunzel shouldn’t be so tied to her career trajectory to begin with. Not only is it unhealthy but it then is used to victim-blame Rapunzel for all of Cassandra’s problems. Even though the only thing actually holding Cass back is herself, as proven in season three. 

Timeline Confirmed

So it is indeed six months since Secret of the Sun Drop, give or take a few days to organize stuff before the trip. Meaning we’re now a year out from Before Happily Ever After. I point this out now, in order to prove something later on. 

This Logically Should Have Been the End of the Argument, But the Writers are Dragging Things Out Needlessly 

You know what I hate more than a ‘lack of communication causes drama' trope? Characters taking the time to communicate and still missing the bloody point and not resolving anything. 

Technically, Rapunzel is still in the right. She is an autonomous person capable of making decisions for herself, and Cass does need to get over herself and treat Rapunzel as such and stop getting butt hurt over not being the one in charge. 

But then we have to ruin that message by throwing in this line. 

Like, yes you’re technically in charge here Raps, but making decisions shouldn’t mean walking all over someone's feelings either. Being a leader is just as much about listening as it is about taking charge and neither of these characters understand that yet. 

And they never will, cause the writing for them is shit. 

When I first saw season two I honestly believe that this would tie into Rapunzel’s previous conflicts regarding responsibility and hypocrisy. I thought they had an arc here about learning to balance assertiveness and personal boundaries, with genuine compassion and respect for others. Had they went through with that then this could have been something truly special, but they go and throw it all away come season three. Now its just heartbreak and frustrating to watch. 

Also Stupid ‘Sisters’ Plot Foreshadowing 

More on this later, but just know if you hate the idea of calling Raps and Cass sisters then blame Chris. 

This Song Underlines The Core Problem With Cassandra's Arc

There’s no stakes.

I’ve already discussed at length now about how Cassandra’s goals and motivations are inconsistent, and how her actions don’t line up. But the reason the writers are struggling so hard to find something that fits her, is because the story has grown past her. 

We’ve already seen characters who struggle with poverty, homelessness, neglect/abuse, and oppression. There are now tons of people in the story who are fighting just for survival, and they’re all regulated to either supporting roles, one off appearances, or are background characters. 

So with that in mind what is there to justify Cassandra getting focus over them? What is she struggling with here that deserves more screen time and attention than, Eugene, Varian, Lady Caine, or even Adira? 

Cassandra isn’t poor. She lives well off in the castle and has high ranking connections. She’s not even struggling with a job she hates anymore because we’ve already seen her promoted to the one she wanted by this point.  

Cassandra isn’t homeless, she once again lives in the castle and if she chooses to leave she has plenty of opportunities waiting for her, as evidenced by Goodbye and Goodwill and Beginnings. Plus she’s shown to be capable of supporting herself both in this season and the next.  

Cassandra isn’t oppressed. She can leave anytime she wants to. She can defy the king's orders in SotSD because she’s the princesses’s bestie. She doesn’t face jail or hanging just because she and Raps has a fight now and then. 

The only thing going for her is possibly neglect/abuse, but that’s not been introduced into the story yet and isn’t what she’s discussing here. It also contradicts what was previously established between her and Cap in season one when it does come into play. 

Validation Alone is Not Enough to Connect With Most of the Audience 

Even the stanchest of Cassandra supporter often has to heavily project onto her in order to connect with her. Which isn’t a bad thing in of itself. Everyone projects to some degree or other when exploring media, that’s part of being human. But the problem is that because she’s so thinly written you’re left with little else but projection. And so you’ll hear excuses like, well she’s fighting the class system, she’s an abuse survivor, or she deserves to lash out over not getting what she wants when she’s worked so hard for it. But none of those excuses are actually presented on screen. 

Cassandra doesn’t fight against the class system. If she did she would be fighting for everyone. She’d be singing about everyone’s problems not just her own. 

Cassandra’s past abuse is just slapped on at the last minute and then disregarded when convenient. It doesn’t actually factor into the decisions she makes later on.  

Also, you don’t deserve anything just because you ‘work hard’ nor because you just really, really want it. 

It’s that point that I really take issue with. 

On the surface Cassandra should be the most relatable person in the show. I mean what young adult or teen living in this post apocalyptic nightmare of a capitalist dystopia not ever felt disappointed over not getting the job they wanted or not being given enough positive validation while crushed underneath mounting unrealistic expectations. It’s the main reason why so many of her supporters are teenagers and LGBT+. 

But all of those worries stem from something deeper than just a lack of positive reinforcement. 

You know why I had to give up on my career as an animator?

It didn’t pay benefits. 

I had medical issues and needed health insurance, but since most animation is commissioned and/or contract based, particularly if you live/work on the east coast, then you’re not going to get that most of the time. And this is after spending the majority of my time in college homeless, living out of my car, crashing on friends and families couches. I did this for three fucking years because I didn’t want to wind up in a textile mill or a carpet factory like everyone I else knew growing up, and I was told my whole life that if I went to school and worked hard enough I could have a well paying job that I enjoyed and got me away from my abusive home life. 

People like me, we’re bitter over not getting the jobs we wanted or the support we needed, not because we believe we’re special and therefore deserve it or some such bullshit, but because our very lives are dependent upon it! We’re victims of a class system that lets you starve if you don't find work. Where you’ll be trapped in abusive situations cause you can’t afford a home on your own. Where simply being yourself can be dangerous as there are people who vocally want to deny us rights and even kill us. 

Cass is an entitled whiny brat in canon because she doesn’t have any of those underlying issues. She doesn’t face real discrimination, oppression, poverty, or the looming threat of death hanging over her. She’s just throwing a temper tantrum. 

Once Again Adira is Saving Your Butt Cass

Adira is quickly becoming one of my favorite characters in the marathon. I’m sorry I didn’t appreciate her more when I first watched the show. 

Also, I’m Sorry I Didn’t Recognize the Awesomeness That Is Hector Until Now Either.

Like this is a good conflict. They both have legitimate reasons for what they do. They’re both in the right here. That’s what makes them interesting. 

They’re both fighting for something. They’re home and the belief that they can fix things, vs the fate of the world and their loyalty to both the cause and their family. All on top of having their own relationship issues. 

Hector so should have been the main villain of season two, because he just has the most reason to be opposed to the mains’ goal. 

That’s more than whatever Cass and Raps are fighting about. The only thing at stake there is their friendship, which isn’t that big of deal when you compare it to the lives and safety of billions of people. 

Plus Hector’s just flat out entertaining. 

Why is Everybody Just Standing Around Doing Nothing Here?

Fucking do something you lugnuts!!!

You’re all capable fighters. You’ve all taken down much harder enemies than one lone guy and two bearcats. Why aren’t you helping Cass fight back? Or heck, if you wanted Cass to face Hector alone then have her be a distraction so that the others can escape. Anything but having them just stand there and be useless!

Yet Again I Have to Ask Why Should Cass Care? 

Or rather why should the audience care? 

Cass isn’t a lady in waiting just because some random jerk who's already taunting her and trying to kick her ass calls her such. Hector’s not from Corona and has no knowledge of Cassandra’s life beyond what he may have heard repeated by Adiria (who is also not from Corona) or what Cass herself said in her very metaphorical song.  Nor does either them have a say in how Cass’s career goes. 

If you want to push the narrative that Cass is still a lady-in-waiting and a maid, despite having earned Cap’s approval and being appointed by the king to guard Rapunzel, then you damn well need to establish that among the mains. 

Or you know, stop trying to go back on what you’ve set up in season one. 

So How Is This Suppose To Work?

So from the backstory that we get on both the Tree and Zhan Tiri herself, this shouldn’t happen. Like Zhan Tiri is currently trapped in another dimension and according to season three she has no possession powers herself. 

Now the tree itself is said to be sentient and that Zhan Tiri took control of it, but how? How is a tree sentient? Why is it sentient? How did Zhan Tiri bend it to her will? Why is it still under her control while she’s been trapped in another dimension for hundreds of years? Why and how does the spear keep it dormant? Why does the tree itself have possession powers when Zhan Tiri has none? Is there any connection between this Great Tree and the cursed tree that was suppose to free Zhan Tiri back in Painter’s Block? If so then why are these things never brought back into play during season three? 

Give me answers damn it! 

Now This is a Good Conflit, Shame It’s Never Resolved 

Both have valid reasons to do what they do. Both are neither right nor wrong. Both however wind up getting in the way of each other because neither will listen or trust the other. 

Rapunzel thinks that this will stop Hector, and she is right it does, but more importantly she chooses this route because it gives everyone else a chance to run away. The problem is that she can’t control it, but from her point of view that’ll only put her and Hector at risk if everyone else will just do as she says and leaves. 

Cassandra thinks the spear will stop it because it’s done so before, and that’s a logical assumption. It also means that Rapunzel herself won’t be in any danger, though the others might. Cass can’t free everyone at once like Rapunzel can. It’ll also be a threat to herself, and there’s the risk that tree will stop her before she can deal the final blow.  

So what’s happening on a personal level is that Rapunzel thinks taking charge means that everyone needs to follow her say without question. Cassandra thinks Rapunzel should listen to her more, not because Rapunzel needs to listen better in general, but because she doesn’t feel Rapunzel is mature enough to make big decisions and that she herself should be in charge of the group. Both girls feel superior to the other and above other people as well, because they’re convinced they’re always right. 

Had this been the actual conflict that they went with in season three, had they actually had both characters held accountable for their actions and learn something, and hadn’t dragged innocent people into their bullshit with so much as a ‘by your leave’ or ‘I’m sorry’; then this might have been a decent story. Perhaps not as impactful as Varian’s, but still meaningful, thoughtful, and well, coherent. 

But that’s not what they did, and we’ll see no real resolution to this disagreement. 

So Why Is No One Affected By the Hurt Incantation This Time?

Eugene here was injured by the tree earlier, that’s why he’s past out, but everyone else remains unharmed by Rapunzel’s singing. Even though just last episode everyone around her were dying from it, and again in the season finale everyone dies from said incantation. But here and in Rapunzel’s Return, Rapunzel can use the incantation without harming anyone nearby so, how does that work? 

Some people have suggested that when Rapunzel focuses her hair on a target like the tree here or the amber later, that it doesn’t spread to other people, but that’s never stated on screen so it’s still a flaw. 

 Well This Goes Nowhere 

I think the writers just like throwing in shocking ‘twists’ and moments like this just for the sake of looking edgy and ‘deep’ but then they never actually follow through on the impact of such moments on the characters nor consider the more troubling implications of including them. 

I grew up on Gargoyles, Batman the Animated Series, the 90s X-Men Cartoon, and The Pirates of Dark Water. I’ve seen far more shocking and edgy stuff than this when I was six years old. In many ways the american animated tv landscape has regressed since the early 2000s when it comes to more mature cartoons, and no that’s not a complaint about modern cartoons being bad; some are good some are bad, just like its always been; but that culturally we’ve shied away more from darker moments like this and we’ve having to push for them all over again in media.   

But the difference between Tangled and those 90s cartoons I’ve mentioned is that Tangled’s darker moments are misplaced. It clashes horribly with the more comedic route that the series usually takes and as such they don’t get the focus that they need too. 

After season two is done, Cass’s hand will never be mentioned again. It does not tie into her later motivations at all nor influences her actions. Throughout the series she’ll be able to use it easily without consequence. We don't even get any on screen confirmation if it’s healed by grabbing the moonstone, by the sundrop incarnation in the finale, or if she just forever has a burnt arm. That’s how little importance it is to the story. 

This Also Goes Nowhere

Hector calls out this warning but it’s then never followed up on. Adira is proven not to be a liar at all and nobody in the group is actually doomed. Yes the wider world is put in jeopardy, but that’s Cass’s fault not Adira’s. 

The writers were too focused on making Adira the red herring for Cassandra that they forgot to make her an actual person, with wants, feelings, desires, goals, and a life beyond her mission. She’s never shown helping her family and barely interacts with them, she’s never given a reason for why she keeps disappearing, and the idea that she’s doing this to save her home is just supposition on my part because otherwise she has no reason. The series never gives us one. 

And ‘Destiny’ Is Not A Fucking Reason!!!

Oh, So Adira Will Help Hector But Not Quirin or Varian?

If Hector and Adira consider each other siblings because they’re both in the Brotherhood, than logically Adira would consider Quirin her brother as well, and Varian would be her nephew. 

She was around long enough to see the final battle in SotSD. That’s why she appears at the end of that episode, how she knows Rapunzel is the sundrop and has ‘seen her power’, and how she knows that the group has met both Quirin and Varian before now. 

She knows that Quirin is trapped in amber. She knows her nephew has been arrested by a kingdom with a poor track record of punishing orphaned teens and poor people with overly harsh sentences. So why didn't she do anything there? 

We find out during season three that the black rocks can cut through the amber, and its established that Adira’s sword can cut through the rocks, so clearly she didn’t even try to save Quirin has just given him up for dead. But there’s no reason why she couldn’t have broken Varian out of the prison and taken her with him. 

In fact Adira hiding Varian from the rest of the group during season two would have been an actual reason for her disappearance and an actual reason not to trust her. That would have upped the stakes and given Cass reasons for what she does. Plus more time for Varian’s redemption, more chances to call out Rapunzel and Fredric on their BS, and ties seasons one and two together better. 

Seriously leaving Varian out of season two was the dumbest decision in television. Putting Varian back in actually fixes everything in the show. 

The Real Reason for the Burnt Hand is a Costume Change for Cass

I don’t know if she even got merchandise for this costume.   

Conclusion 

Much like season one’s arc episodes, The Great Tree held a lot of promise that was then completely wasted by season three. It’s also one of the very few episodes in the season to have actual stakes and conflict so it easily jumps to the top of the pile. But what it sets up is then never resolved or expounded upon, making it a waste. 

Next up we’ll have the mid season recap. 

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Home - Part 16

It felt strange being back at the farm house after spending so much time at Bucky's but i felt safe here. It helped that i knew Jack was being dealt with by the police, Sam had said he was in the hospital with a police officer posted outside while they dealt with his injuries .... Bucky had really done a number on him.

The first thing i did when i got home was go up and run a bath, Bucky followed me up and accepted my invitation to join me. I was currently laid back against his chest as he held me close, my head resting on his shoulder as i closed my eyes.

"How you feeling?" He asked quietly as his fingers stroked across my stomach.

"Okay i guess" i answered with a shrug of my shoulder "could've been worse"

"You in any pain?"

"A little, my throat hurts the worst"

"Your the strongest woman i know you know that?"

"Im not" i scoffed "I'm just used to it..... Jacks hurt me plenty of times before Buck.....he never tried to strangle me before though"

"When i saw him..... i just saw red. If you and Sam hadn't stopped me he'd be dead"

"I know.... and i didn't want you to have to live with that. You need to be here for the girls. They need you.... I need you. Id never forgive myself if you ended up in jail for killing that son of a bitch"

"I'm not going anywhere i promise" he placed a kiss on my shoulder and tightened his hold on me.

"Everything seems better when I'm with you" i told him truthfully "don't leave me okay?" I turned to look at him.

"Never" he shook his head in all seriousness "I'm right here".

"I love you Buck" i closed the gap between us as i kissed him.

"I love you too baby" he replied breathlessly before smashing his mouth back to mine, mid kiss i somehow managed to turn around and straddle his lap causing water to slosh out of the tub.

"Oops" i smiled at him before we both started laughing, Bucky grabbed one of the towels from the side throwing it over the wet patch.

"Don't want you slipping when you get out doll"

"Your always looking after me" i smirked at him as i run my hands through his wet hair.

"Of course i am, gotta take care of my girl right?" he shrugged before pulling me in for another kiss. Reaching my hand into the water i took hold of his hard cock making him gasp at my touch. I lined him up with my entrance and slowly sunk down on him causing us both to moan in ecstasy. It was slow and passionate and just what we both needed, just to be close to each other and forget about the awful events that had taken place that day.

Waking up the next morning i was more achy, feeling my injuries more than i did last night. I walked into the bathroom and got a look at my bruised eye and split lip, bruises around my throat and a huge bruise on my ribs had appeared.... maybe where i fell into the table??

"Wonderful" i groaned shaking my head as i gently pressed the area around my eye and hissed.

"Ouch, that looks like it hurts doll" Bucky walked in and stood behind me gently wrapping his arms around me.

"Yeah a little, hurts worse today. I just wanna sleep" i leaned back against him closing my eyes.

"Is this a bad time to tell you Steve's on his way over with the girls then?"

"No" i chuckled "I've missed those girls like crazy"

"Yeah me too. But i did enjoy having you to myself for the night"

"That was nice" i hummed in agreement "i better get dressed and try and cover up some of this bruising. I don't wanna scare the girls"

"Okay baby, i'll wait down stairs. You just come down when your ready".

Half hour later i went downstairs and was engulfed by Steve's arms as soon as he saw me.

"Hey sweetheart, how you feeling?" he asked pressing a kiss to the top of my head.

"Crappy but i'll be okay. Buck's been taking good care of me".

"Y/N!!" I heard the excited voices of Brooke and Allie as they came running out the kitchen with Bucky behind them, he had Rosie in his arms who was trying to get down and come over to me with her sisters. I bent down and caught them in my arms giving them a squeeze.

"Oh my girls I've missed you" i said smiling, Rosie pushed her way in and latched her arms around my neck making me hiss a little but i welcomed the love these girls showed me so openly.

We moved to the sofa and cuddled up in one big heap, it didn't take long until Bucky and Steve joined us.

"You okay doll? You need me to take any of them?" Bucky offered looking at the girls, Rosie was laying on my chest and Brooke and Allie were each cuddled up to my side.

"No this is perfect" i smiled up at him as i stroked a hand over Rosies head.

"Okay you let me know if you need to rest or start to hurt too bad".

After spending a good amount of time snuggled up together i slipped out from under the sleeping girls and headed into the kitchen to start dinner. I switched on the radio for some background noise and began pulling out some pans to start the spaghetti and meatballs, it was easy and everyone liked that. When i looked up Brooke was standing in the doorway watching me, clearly she had something on her mind.

"Hey babe, you ok?" I asked her with a smile as i filled a large pan with water for the spaghetti.

"Did you get hurt?" She asked quietly.

I should have expected these kind of questions from Brooke, she was older and noticed things more than Allie or Rosie would but it still surprised me.

"Come sit here with me for a minute babe" i smiled at her holding my hand out to her, Brooke walked over and took my hand and i i lifted her up onto the kitchen counter so i could see her face to face.

"I did get hurt" i admitted nodding my head "but I'm fine i promise"

"What happened?"

"I fell over"

"Really?!!"

"Yep" i laughed shrugging my shoulders, i didn't want her finding out about Jack attacking me. I didn't want anything to scare her.

"Are we going to be staying here now?.... i hope so. I like this house better than ours"

"Maybe, i need to talk to your dad about it still"

"Okay" she smiled seeming happy with my answers, i went to help her down from the counter but she leant forward wrapping her arms around my neck.

"Im glad your okay" she said kissing my cheek "love you Y/N"

"Love you too sweetheart" i smiled at her before she went back into the living room.

The following day i ventured into town with Wanda and the girls, i couldn't just sit around the house feeling sorry for myself. If i did, it was like Jack had won and id be damned if i let him win.... plus i needed to get a replacement cell phone after mines got broken in my struggle with Jack. After picking up my new phone we headed to the soft play area for the girls to go run off some of that excess energy before heading home.

"Thanks for hanging out with us today Wanda" i smiled at her as i started up the new phone and started logging into various accounts "i needed to get out of the house and do normal stuff"

"Anytime hun, i couldn't believe it when Sam told me what happened. I wanted to come over sooner to see you but he told me to leave you be for a while incase you wasn't up for visitors. I was so happy when you invited me out with you guys today".

"Its nice to have a friend to hang out with" i smiled at her as my phone started vibrating with various messages and a voicemail.

"Let me just see who this is from" i said to Wanda dialling my voicemail, i looked over towards the girls making sure they were all okay while i waited for the pre recorded spiel to end and the message to kick in.

"Hello Ms Y/N this is Dr Forester, i was just calling for a follow up to your tests you had done recently. If you could call me back that would be great. Thank you"

"Huh thats strange" i muttered looking at the phone in confusion.

"Whats wrong?"

"That was the Dr who looked after me in the hospital. She wants me to call her regarding a follow up to the tests they run"

"Huh that is strange. Go call her back, i can watch the girls"

"You sure?"

"Yeah we're good".

I walked outside and sat on the bench out the front as i dialled Dr Forester. My leg was shaking nervously as it rang, i was just about to give up when the call connected.

"Dr Forester" a cheerful voice sang down the line.

"Oh, hi Dr Forester its Y/N Y/L/N, i had a message to call you?"

"Oh yes! Y/N! I was just calling to inform you some of your test results got back late and something interesting showed up...."

"Oh, okay...?" I replied waiting for her to continue.

"Y/N....It would appear your pregnant".

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Sugar and Spice

Title: Sugar and Spice Author: Katie @sunlightdances Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem Reader Author’s Note: Inspired by this post. Pretending to be engaged so you can eat free cake samples at a bakery. Disclaimer: I don’t own Bucky, or Marvel. The original prompt isn’t mine, either. Please don’t repost my work on any other sites (ao3, wattpad, etc.) without my permission! Reblogs make me so happy.

“You’re Bucky Barnes, right?” The voice to his left startles him. “If you’re an Avenger, you have to tell me.”

He blinks. “I think that’s how it works for cops.”

You wave a hand. “Whatever. I need help.”

Immediately he straightens to his full height, coffee abandoned on the table in front of him. “What’s wrong?” His eyes dart around to all corners of the bakery, but he doesn’t see anything amiss.

“There’s a lady who works here. Real stick in the mud. I’ve been dying to try this cake of hers. She said she only gives samples to brides shopping for wedding cakes.”

Bucky blinks again, because he honestly has no idea what the fuck to say. “What?”

“I need you to pretend to be my fiance so we can eat some free cake. It’s a win/win, if you ask me.”

“I don’t think--”

“You’re supposed to protect and serve--”

“Again, I think that’s the cops--”

“It would really serve me if I could eat some cake and protect this bakery from me trying to steal it from behind the counter without everyone noticing.”

Bucky sighs. He can’t very well let a crime go down while he’s sitting here. He’d never hear the end of it from Steve. He’s not sure he’ll ever hear the end of this, either, but you’re practically bouncing on your toes in front of him, eyes sparkling and a grin growing on your face as you realize he’s close to giving in.

He’s a little mesmerized by the sight, to be honest.

“I can’t be your fake fiance if I don’t know your name,” he says, and your smile is a mile wide as you tell him your name and hold out your hand for him to shake. “Won’t she realize we’ve just met? I come here all the time and she recognizes me.”

“Leave it all to me,” you say, and grab his hand, dragging him towards the counter. He’s a little stunned as he realizes you’ve got a tight grip on his metal hand, not even noticing or caring.

Bucky’s seen you here before a time or two. You mostly spend time reading, or working on your laptop. He’s not blind - he’s noticed you before and wanted to say something, to introduce himself or ask to buy your coffee, but he’s always chickened out.

He has no idea how he’s ever going to explain this turn of events.

“Excuse me, Amanda?” You ask sweetly, getting the attention of an older woman behind the counter. “You’re never going to believe this.”

.

.

.

A half hour later, and you and Bucky are in a small, private room in the back of the bakery, three plates with tiny cakes in front of you. Bucky has to admit, as far as nefarious plans go, this one has some sweet, sweet rewards.

It’s easily the best cake he’s ever eaten in his life, and he’s more than a little distracted by the noise you keep making every time you try a new flavor.

“Uh,” he says around a mouthful, “How long are we going to do this? This is our fifth cake tasting.”

“She hasn’t brought out the special one yet, Buck.” You tell him, the nickname so many of his friends use rolling off your tongue like you were always meant to be saying it.

“What’s so special about it?”

“I’ve seen it once, but she never serves it at the counter. It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever set my eyes on, Bucky.”

He rolls his eyes, but smiles. “What happens when we leave here and don’t buy anything?”

You prop your head up on your palm, smiling sweetly at him.

His eyes widen. “Oh, no. No. We are not buying a wedding cake just so you can eat an entire cake in one sitting.”

Your face contorts into mock offense. “Hey! That’s rude. I’d share with you, dummy, but not if you’re going to be like that--”

“Why me?”

“What?”

Bucky slouches a little, already feeling full. “Why did you ask me? There’s a ton of people in there.”

You shrug, a little tinge of pink settling on your cheekbones. “I see you there a lot, and you’re almost always by yourself.”

Bucky feels a little ashamed, just for a half second. He’s a loner, sue him. Sometimes he can’t stand being in the Tower and needs to get out of there, despite everyone’s best efforts to make him feel like he has a home there, like he belongs.

“I just-- I don’t know. I’m by myself a lot, too. Thought we’d make a good pair.”

His heart starts to race a little bit at the hope in your eyes. He opens his mouth to reply, but you stop him by grabbing his arm tight, watching as Amanda brings out the next cake. “Bucky. That’s it. The cake.”

It’s beautiful, for sure. An off-white, with a sprinkle of something sugary and sparkly over top that has him practically drooling.

“Here you go, the final option. It’s one of our most popular cakes.”

You’re beaming and Bucky can’t help but chuckle, the excitement on your face infectious. You both grab your forks and dig in.

The taste explodes in his mouth. It’s sweet and buttery and flaky… the frosting just right, and-- wait. You’re sort of frozen, managing to chew the rest and swallow before sending a tight smile in Amanda’s direction.

“I’ll leave you two to decide.” She leaves, and Bucky immediately turns to you, concern on his face.

“What’s wrong?”

You smile, but it’s weak. “This is what I get for lying. It’s karma, and now I’m going to die because of it.”

“What?”

“Coconut, Sarge. That’s the special ingredient.”

“And?”

“I’m allergic to coconut.” You say, eyes starting to water a bit. “Nothing too bad, but my throat is probably going to swell up because I was so excited I took a giant bite, and--”

“Slow down.” He stands, offering his hand to you, “Come on.”

“What?” You take his hand, bewildered. “Where are we going?”

“To the Tower. Dr. Cho can give you a shot and it beats waiting at urgent care.”

You follow Bucky as he tugs you towards the door, Amanda coming back in looking a bit offended.

“So sorry,” Bucky says, praying to whatever God exists that he can muster up enough of that 40s charm to get you both out of this, “There’s been a family emergency. We’d love to come back and talk more, and pay you, of course-”

“Please, it’s okay. Just promise you won’t get the cake anywhere else!”

“Thank you so much for understanding.”

Bucky all but drags you out of the bakery and pulls his phone out of his pocket, asking Steve to let the Med Bay know they’re coming.

“You-- you liar!” You sputter, and he looks to you, alarmed. “You made it seem like you’re such a goody two shoes, but you just charmed her socks off like it was nothing--”

“You need to stop talking, your tongue is swelling up.”

You frown. “This is what I get. I’m going to die on a New York street all because I wanted some cake.”

“You’re not going to die.”

“If I don’t make it, I want you to know you’re the best fake fiance I ever had.”

Bucky snorts, rolling his eyes. “Okay, settle down.” He flags down a cab, tugging you inside after him and asking the cabbie to step on it. If his voice is a little harder than normal and he looks a little more menacing than usual… well. Anyone would be worried about your well being during an allergy attack. That’s all it is.

.

.

.

“Ow!”

Bucky smirks. “That couldn’t have hurt.”

You glare. “Just because you’re built like a sumo wrestler--”

“It’s going to take a minute, but you should feel the swelling start to go down soon,” Dr. Cho says, smiling softly at your antics.

“Thanks, Helen.” Bucky says softly, leaning back against the wall, crossing his arms over his chest.

“You know,” you begin when she leaves the room, “You told her we’d come back and buy a cake.”

“I’ll send Stark over there the next time it’s someone’s birthday. The money will make her forget all about us.”

You’re fidgeting. “I don’t know. I was sort of looking forward to a coffee date.”

Bucky’s brain short circuits. You’re blushing again and it’s so cute and you’re so different to anyone he’s ever met. “Yeah?” He croaks, trying and failing to find that suave part of him that showed up briefly earlier.

“Yeah. I- I maybe had ulterior motives for the cake tasting.”

He can feel the grin stretching across his face. “Should have known.”

“Don’t get cocky. It was mostly for the cake.”

“Right. Mostly.”

You smile genuinely at him. “Fine. Only a little bit. Mostly wanted an excuse to talk to you. It kind of-- spiralled from there.”

“I’d love to have coffee with you.” Bucky says softly, taking in the freckles dusting your cheeks and the way your eyes light up when you hear his reply.

“Are you sure? I’m a criminal.”

“You lied to get some cake. I think you’ll avoid jail time.”

Later, Bucky drops you off at home, allergy-free, with your phone number scribbled on his hand and a kiss to his cheek that sets fire to his entire body.

“Until next time, fiance.” You say, and he smiles, softly, adoringly, unable to help himself.

“Next time.” He agrees, watching you go.

#bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes fanfiction

[liberty-barnes]

Scrunchies

SingleDad!Bucky x Female!Reader

Summary: You love scrunchies, Bucky’s daughter is very intrigued by them, and Bucky is very intrigued by you. There’s a scrunchie for every situation.

Warnings: F L U F F, cavity-inducing fluff. A female baby version of Bucky, because I feel like that’s a big warning.

Word Count: 3479 words (oops)

A/N: I’ve had this idea swimming around in my head for weeks now but I’ve never felt good enough about my writing to actually post it before. I’m probably gonna regret this sooner or later but for now, let’s just be happy that it’s out. Constructive criticism is deeply appreciated, thank you very much. I’ll leave you to it now, hope you like it!

                                                      The first time Bucky saw you was two weeks after he moved back into the tower. After his girlfriend abandoned him and their ten-month-old daughter, he felt like he couldn’t afford to live alone anymore. He needed help with the baby.

Mikayla Rebecca Barnes was a handful. She knew what she did or didn’t like, she loved to be pampered and treated like a queen and her newfound ability to crawl and walk short distances while holding on to random things made keeping up with her an exhausting sport.

But most of all: she was a very curious baby. She loved to meet new people, learn new things, and get new gadgets.

In hindsight, that may be why she was so attracted to you.

He and Tony were now retired from missions, only helping if it was absolutely necessary. Tony spent his days in the lab, perfecting gadgets and teaching Morgan, Peter, and Harley tech things while Bucky was in charge of training the new recruits.

Mickey, as they called her (Steve and his undying love for Disney are to blame), usually came with him so he could keep an eye on her but stayed in her playpen, occasionally laughing and clapping her hands when someone fell.

But today, he didn’t close the tiny door properly, and that tiny slip up was all the little girl needed to go and explore the world. Though she was stopped in her tracks when she saw you.

You were one of Natasha’s ex ‘classmates’. You were raised in the Red Room but managed to escape before your graduation ceremony and have been on the run ever since, picking up contracts as a mercenary every once in a while. Get in, get out, no one sees you. You were light on your feet, and very good at your job, finding out your victims’ deepest, darkest secrets and exposing them, letting them live in the Hell they created before ultimately taking them out. You were their reckoning. A shadow. Any sinner’s nightmare. You didn’t have a name, that made tracing you easier. But whispers of a vengeful warrior traveled far, far enough for the redhead Avenger to hear.

She tracked you down and gave you a choice: join them or go to jail. You chose the former, obviously. At least you’d be able to kill people without having to worry about any possible repercussions.

So here you were, doing your stretches, getting ready for your daily workout before your psych test this afternoon. You had passed your physical with flying colors and as soon as you passed this afternoon’s test, you’d be cleared for missions.

What you did not expect, however, was a tiny human making their way to you and crawling towards your toes, grabbing your wrist in one smooth movement and locking you in your runner’s stretch.

She pulled at the baby blue scrunchie around your wrist, pinching the velvet material between her thumb and pointer before letting it go and laughing at the snapping sound it made against your wrist.

Sadist much?

She let go of your wrist and locked eyes with you, her steel blue orbs boring into yours. You straightened yourself and sat crossed legged.

“Well hello there.”

She cocked her head to the side and looked at your legs, trying to mimic your position. You chuckled a bit at that. She looked at the scrunchie on your wrist again and made grabby hands towards it. You took it off and placed in her hands, she seemed content to admire the fabric and you looked around the gym. No one was around and the only noise apart from your playlist was that of the recruits in the next room.

You decided you’d go there and ask if someone knew who she belonged to. Surely they wouldn’t get mad at you for looking out for a baby.

“Can I pick you up?”

You extended your arms towards her and she looked at them quizzically before lifting hers up as well. You placed her on your hip and walked to the other training room.

The grunts and whines of training recruits filled your ears and you observed them for a short while before walking towards their metal armed instructor. You had escaped before earning the ‘privilege’ to be trained by the Winter Soldier so you didn’t know each other.

“Um, excuse me?”

You called out and he turned towards you, blue eyes finding yours.

“Um, she came into the room and I didn’t see anyone with her, do you know who she belongs to? I’d hate for someone to be worried about her.”

He looked at the baby in your eyes and turned his head towards the playpen, eyes going wide at the side of the open door and empty play area.

“Mickey! Sorry, she’s uh, she’s mine, I guess I forgot to lock the door correctly. Sorry... I hope she didn’t bother you too much.”

He said, a bit nervous as he took his daughter back from your arms.

“Not at all, it was a nice distraction. It’s not often that we see such innocence in a place like this.”

“Yeah...”

You ducked your head slightly and bit your lip, locking eyes with him for a split second.

“Well, I should go. Nice to meet you both.” 

“Nice to meet you too.”

He said as more of a whisper than anything else. It was only when he looked back at his daughter that he saw the blue scrunchie in her hands. He had to give it back to you.

                                                      The second time he saw you, you were leaving for your first-ever mission as an Avenger with Nat and Steve. He watched as you slipped your combat knives in their respective holsters, the catsuit you wore accentuating your figure perfectly. The Avengers logo was stitched proudly on your upper arm, the white a beautiful contrast with the otherwise black suit. 

His gaze traveled instantly to your hair, tied in a high ponytail by a black velvet scrunchie.

“Ready to go, Shadow?”

“You got it, Red.”

He turned his eyes back to his best friend when he heard his footsteps, patting him on the back.

“We should be gone for three days tops. Don’t do anything stupid till I get back.”

He smirked at the blonde.

“How can I? You’re taking all the stupid with you.”

They hugged and Steve pulled back, placing his right hand on his shoulder.

“Take care of my goddaughter, jerk.”

“Punk.”

He walked over to you and high-fived you before walking over to Natasha and helping her load a few more things into the Quinjet. The redhead saluted the brunette and he returned the gesture. He then turned back to you.

“Excited for your first mission?”

“I’ve actually been doing missions for the last 12 years, so this is nothing new.”

He rolled his eyes playfully at you before remembering the reason he came to talk to you in the first place.

“I forgot to give you this back.”

He handed you the baby blue scrunchie Mickey had taken from you a few days prior.

You smirked at him.

“Keep it for now. It’ll give me an excuse to go talk to you when I get back.”

You turned around and marched towards the Quinjet, throwing him a wink over your shoulder.

                                                    A month later, he looked at you with his mouth agape. The white lace of the top was so intricate he could lose himself while looking at it while the flowy-ness of your baby pink skater skirt made you look all the more innocent. He admired the fact that you chose to wear your favorite pair of white and pink sneakers while most women usually opted for some kind of heel on the first date. It just proved how different you were. It was refreshing.

“Do I look okay?”

The softness of your voice had him melting and he quickly shook himself out of his daze to answer you.

“You look perfect.”

The smile you shot him was so beautiful he felt his knees buckle slightly under him.

“You don’t look too bad yourself.”

It was true. He’d put a bit more effort in his outfit, choosing a white T-shirt and form-fitting jeans instead of his usual long-sleeved shirts and loose pants. He’d opted for a black leather jacket on top, just in case.

“Well, as cute as this is, would you two just get on with it already?”

Nat chided, arms crossed and a satisfied smirk on her face. Next to her was Steve, holding baby Mickey in his arms and looking like a proud dad.

“You sure you’re gonna be okay with her?” 

He caressed his daughter’s face gently with his forefinger.

“We’re gonna be fine Buck. Now go! Sweep her off her feet or whatever it is you young people do nowadays.”

Ridiculous.

With one last kiss on the little girl’s cheek, he turned around and offered his arm to you, which you happily took.

The ride to Coney Island was fun. He’d never been more happy to ride his Harley than today, feeling your arms tight around his waist and your head pressed to his back. He could get used to this.

The first thing they did when they got there was ride the Cyclone. You were a bit of an adrenaline junkie and he thought ‘why not’. He kind of regretted it but one look at your beaming face and all that flew out the window.

They went on a few other rides, played a couple games, Bucky won you a big stuffed teddy bear at the shooting gallery and you won an equally as big panda bear along with a Captain America keychain at an archery game.

“The keychain’s for you, that way you’ll be reminded of me, your best friend and your keys won’t be as boring.”

“What about the panda?”

“That’s for Mickey. Her birthday’s soon and I just needed one last thing to complete her birthday set.”

As he thought to your interaction only moments ago, he found himself smiling like an idiot. You turned around, having now paid for your cotton candy and looked at him, happiness written all over your face. He could get used to this.

He now stood at your door, holding your right hand as he looked in your eyes.

“I had a great time tonight.”

“Me too. I hope we can do this again sometime.”

He smiled at you and found himself playing with the baby pink scrunchie around your wrist, but he knew he had to be straightforward with you.

“Look, I just... You know I’m not gonna be able to give you everything you deserve right? Between Mickey and my own fucked up mental state, I can’t afford to do all the things normal people would. To take you out on impromptu dates or give you every second of my time, like you deserve... Are you sure you want to deal with that?”

You removed your hands from his and cupped his face softly, eyes fluttering closed as you lay a lingering kiss on his lips.

“I’m sure.”

And as you kissed him again, this time with more force, he found himself thinking that he could get used to this.

                                                    “That’s it! Almost there! Go on!”

You and Bucky had been dating for three months, and every day was happier than the former. You and Mickey got along like two peas in a pod and he found himself smiling more often as your relationship progressed.

Currently, you were sitting on your heels in the middle of the living room, a good ten feet away from your boyfriend and watching as Mickey took slow, calculated steps towards you. The smile on both your faces was blinding as she reached you and you lifted her up into your arms, spinning her around and kissing her face happily.

“Such a good girl. I’m so proud of you!”

She squealed as her father reached the both of you and wrapped his arms around your figures, barely able to contain his joy.

The door suddenly burst open.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y. just told me she was walking! Is it true?”

Nat came rushing in the room to where you stood.

“Yep. All ten feet from her daddy’s arms to mine!”

Steve, Sam, and Wanda were the next ones to arrive, still sweaty from their workout.

“Is it true?”

“Did she walk?”

“Where’s my beautiful goddaughter?”

And soon, the whole team was in the living room, your (oops) Bucky’s daughter being passed around and praised by the team. Your boyfriend grabbed you by the waist and gently kissed your lips, smiling into it.

“The party’s in two hours. I still need to figure out what she’ll wear.”

“Don’t worry, I got it. I found the perfect outfits for us when we went shopping on Thursday.”

He shook his head but kissed you again before letting you take your (not yet) his daughter to what he assumed was Nat’s room to get ready with the girls.

He was sitting on a chair, beer in hand while talking with the boys. They had decided to stay at the Compound and just have a family get together instead of one of Tony’s usual parties for Steve’s birthday this year. He waited very anxiously for you and Mickey to arrive. Wanda came down ten minutes ago and was currently sitting in Vision’s lap and Steve has had his hand around Nat’s waist ever since she came down about five minutes ago, so now all that was left was you.

“Hope we’re not too late to the party.”

He turned his head and much like that night three months ago, his jaw almost dropped to the floor. Seeing your (goddammit Buck, NOT. YET.) his daughter on your hip in those gorgeous matching outfits made his heart burst with happiness. You had even gotten her a matching red scrunchie and put her hair up in a half, up half down fashion, just like yours.

You went over to him and he immediately pulled you onto his lap, kissing his daughter on her cheek before kissing you right on the lips, not giving a flying fuck about the red lipstick that had most likely transferred onto him.

“You’re just on time.”

You had just gotten back from Mickey’s nursery, having managed to put her down for the night when Bucky grabbed you by the hip, kissing you fiercely.

You moaned into the kiss and weaved your hands into his hair, pulling lightly at the shorter strands.

“I love you.”

It came out before he could stop it, not that he wanted to. Because he really did love you, today just proved it.

You opened your eyes and looked at him, your (e/c) orbs searching his icy blue ones for any trace of deceit. You smiled brightly when you didn’t find none.

“I love you too.”

                                                    He fumbled nervously with the sleeve of his dress shirt. This was it. This was the day.

“Will you stop messing with your hair already?”

“Can’t help it. ‘M nervous.”

Nat rolled her eyes for the thousandth time that evening, taking a long sip from her wine glass.

“Will you stop stressing already, it’s clear as day that she’s got it bad for you, she’ll say yes.”

Steve sleepily nodded from his place on the redhead’s lap, having come back from a mission a few hours prior. She absentmindedly raked her hands through his still-damp hair and he all but purred at the touch.

Bucky smiled. It had been a long time since he last saw his friend this happy and relaxed, if ever, and this Steve was by far his favorite Steve. Followed closely by drunk Steve and flustered Steve.

He looked at his watch again, 7:45 PM. Five more minutes before it’s deemed acceptable for him to start walking.

The little black box in his pocket felt heavier than anything he’s ever held, and he’s held very heavy things. 

Another glance, 7:46. How could time pass so slowly?

“Okay loverboy, sit your ass down and listen carefully.”

He obeyed, he wasn’t dumb enough to ignore one of Natasha’s commands.

“I’ve known Y/N since we were kids, I’ve seen her at her best, I’ve seen her at her worst, but nothing compares to the way she is when you’re around. Her eyes sparkle, her smile is that much bigger, her whole aura is that much brighter, because of you. She looks at you like you hung the moon and all the stars. And have you seen her with Mickey? It’s like she’s already her mother. She loves that little girl and she loves you. She’ll say yes.”

He took a deep breath and nodded, eyes glancing at the clock. 7:52 PM.

With one last goodbye at the couple, he left the room. When he got to your room he knocked on her door with a bit of difficulty, since his vision was currently a bit clouded. He heard the door open and a loud gasp.

“What’s this?”

“Three hundred and sixty-five roses. One for each day that I’ve had the privilege of calling you mine.”

He entered the room and set the vase down on your desk before turning to you.

You looked like a goddess, the black dress hugged your curves perfectly, you looked like you were glowing. A literal angel.

“Happy anniversary, doll.”

You smiled and walking towards him, your black strappy heels tapping on the hardwood floor. You looked him over and grabbed the lapels of his suit jacket.

“Now that’s just rude.”

You took his hand and held it out, putting a good two feet between the two of you before making him spin a little, admiring the way his all-black suit clung to his body.

“Excuse me, sir, but how dare you come into my room looking like a full course meal when I’m fucking starving?”

He smirked a bit and took you by the waist, looking at your blood-red lips for a split second before locking eyes with you yet again.

“Well, now you know how I feel whenever you walk into a room.”

You rolled your eyes at him before leaning up and kissing him softly, being careful to not deepen things too much.

“Come on, we have a reservation.”

You whispered to him, lips only an inch away from his.

By the time dessert was served, you were suspicious, to say the least. He was uncharacteristically nervous, fidgety and there were times where you wondered if he was even breathing properly.

As you finished your cheesecake slice, you cleared your throat and asked him what was wrong.

“Nothing doll. Don’t worry.”

He looked out the window before looking back at you.

“Walk with me?”

You nodded and he asked for the check. You were outside a couple minutes later and involuntarily shivered from the cold. Like the gentleman he is, he wrapped his suit jacket around your shoulders and intertwined your hands, leading you into Central Park. You noticed his still fidgety attitude and stopped in your tracks, not being able to handle it anymore.

“Baby, what’s wrong? You’ve been acting different tonight... like you want to say something but you can’t... Was it something I said, or did?”

He quickly took your hands in his, pressing your foreheads together in a calming manner.

“You did nothing wrong, doll. You’re perfect..”

You smiled at the floor and tried your best to flatten your hair, the wind having flown through it and messed up a little lot.

He reached for his pocket and pulled out a scrunchie, tying your hair in a haphazard ponytail with it.

“Where did you find it?”

You said, gesturing towards the baby blue scrunchie that had been the start of your whole relationship.

“Doesn’t matter know, it just seemed fitting, kind of poetic.”

He took a deep breath, might as well go for it, right?

“Y/N, a year ago, I asked you to be my girlfriend and you said yes. Still haven’t figured out how that happened but the fact is that this year has been the happiest of my life. I love the way you act around Mickey, and how you treat her like she’s your own. I love that you can accept my flaws, and love me despite them. I love how cute you look when you’re cooking pancakes for us wearing nothing but my shirt. I love how badass you are and how could totally beat me if you actually decided to use your energy on me. I love seeing you smile and I hate watching you cry. I know you have bad days, I do too, but I wanna give you so many good days that you’ll forget the bad ones even exist. I love to kiss you, hold you, make love to you and then wake up tangled with you in my bed. I wanna wake up like that every morning of my life because you make waking up worth it. So, if you’ll have me...”

He got down on one knee and you brought your hand to your mouth, the tears flowing freely at this point.

“...I would very much like to be your husband and have the honor of calling you my wife. Y/N Y/L/N, will you marry me?”

Your brain stopped working for a second because OH MY GOD THIS BEAUTIFUL, WONDERFUL, LOVING MAN JUST PROPOSED.

You took a deep breath, your lungs starting to ache from the lack of oxygen before whispering a string of ‘yes’s’ over and over again.

He straightened up and cupped your face, kissing you like you were water and he hadn’t drunk in years. He slipped the beautiful engagement ring on your finger and you made your back home to your, YOUR daughter.

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[romanianseba]

Victims

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Bucky spilling out what has been going on inside his mind. (Post Civil War)

Warnings: some angst but gets pretty fluffy

Word count: 2,054

A/N: This is the first fic that I'm ever posting and I'm pretty nervous buy also excited. This is also the first thing that I have written with Bucky since everything I have written for my entertainment has been with Sebastian. So... yes, I have a lot of little, fluffy drabbles with Seb. Let me know if you're interested in reading them because I thinking I'm ready to share and I would love to :) (let me know if I suck at summaries too, because that's new for me) Enjoy!

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The movie you both had decided to watch was a little over the first hour, and probably just starting to get to the exciting part, but it was long forgotten when you noticed Bucky wasn't into it anymore, judging by his lack of commenting on what was going on. Besides, he would always laugh when you laughed which he wasn't doing anymore.

At first you thought he fall asleep but then you felt the gentle, circular strokes he was doing on your arm and you knew he just traveled inside his own mind. He wasn't much into the popular entertainment anyway, claiming that the one from his time was way better and not at all pointless like now a days. Deciding to do the same and just focus on the peaceful feeling the slow ups and downs of his chest brought you, you relaxed, glued to his body, in the comfortable moment of silence you were sharing. Unconsciously, you even turned down the volume of the TV to enjoy more of the calmness of his breathing and the sudden sighs he would let out.

Shifting your position, you placed your hands over one another over Bucky's chest and rested your chin on top of them, fixating your eyes on his zoned out face. His eyes were looking straight in front of him, where the closet door was placed. He didn't even seem to notice that you've shifted and were looking at him now. Both of you were lazily laying in bed, on a yet more lazy Sunday evening. Well, he was laying on his back in bed while you were half laying over his huge body.

"Hey." You called to bring him back in a soft whisper.

That got his attention for just a few seconds where his eyes found your face making his lips instantly twitch upwards on a soft smile as his hand gently pushed back strands of hair that fell on the side of your face. "Hey, doll." He mumbled only to focus his gaze back on the closet door as soon as he greeted you back. His hand remained on your hair.

"You're so beautiful, Buck." You whispered after more silence, an enamored smile on your face as you admired the lazy look he had at the moment. Lazy looks were your favorites on him. You loved when his long hair was disheveled and his beard was skipping the grooming days.

"Not more than you." His gaze still not finding yours when he responded and that's were you knew something was disturbing his mind. You frowned.

"Of course you are." You said, your fingers stroking his beard. "What're you thinking?"

"Huh?"

"What are you thinking about?" You said calmly and chuckled as a way to try and put your nerves down. You just wanted to know about whatever that was bothering him.

He blinked a couple of times before his eyes found yours but he really wasn't seeing you. Though his eyes were on you, they seemed to be miles away from this reality. "About you." He spoke without emotion, his face remained lost while his fingers absently caressed your cheek.

If you weren't as worried as you were about what was bothering him you would be sad and hurt for the emptiness of his words, but you couldn't know him any better and you knew he deepens in his thoughts when something is really tormenting his mind.

"Bucky." You called when his eyes met the ceiling. "Bucky."

"Hmm?" He said absently.

You pushed yourself upwards to be at his eye level, resting your elbows on his chest and cupping his cheeks with both hands. Titling his head you made him face you again.

"Hey." You called softly, worry attached to your voice. "What's wrong?"

Bucky seemed to finally get out of his trance when you forced him to lock eyes with you, he blinked and after watching you for a few seconds he shook his head.

"Nothing. Let's go to sleep, sweetheart, it's pretty late." He forced a smile as his hand went to turn off the dim light on the nightstand next to his side of the bed but you stopped him by grabbing his arm.

"Talk to me, Bucky." You whispered.

His blue eyes watched you in silence while he debated on his mind wether to tell you or not. And now you kind of had an idea of what this was all about.

"C'mon, tell me what's going on on this pretty head of yours." You gave him a reassuring smile, slowly running your finger over his forehead.

He considered it for a few more seconds as you only watched him, worry filled your eyes but you tried your best to maintain a small and calm smile.

He must have seen your struggle because he finally spoke after letting out a deep sigh, making you breath again.

"Steve and Stark-," He began. "They- they don't talk to each other anymore."

You waited patiently for him to continue. That's how it was when he decided he wanted to share some of his heavy thoughts with you. He would go slow, taking his time to think of the right words to say but, once he opened out, he would just go on and on. He would tell you everything that was on his mind; every detail, every thought he had recompiled for days until his mind was empty before you again and until there wasn't anything left that he was holding from you and, finally, he would relax. It was difficult to make him talk at first, every new problem tormenting his mind seeming bigger than the last one, but once you got him to tell you, his words would just slowly flow out and flow out.

"And... that's because of me." He swallowed and you flinched at his words. "They were a team. And here I came back to put them all apart. Everyone in the team; Wanda, Natasha, Sam. They were all saving people together and now they've been divided only to save one person that might not even deserve to be saved."

Tears started to accumulate on you eyes and you closed them.

"Of course you deserved to be saved and you still deserve it." Opening your eyes again you lock them with his. "You didn't kill Wakanda's King, so, why would you deserve to be jailed? An idiot planned it all, remember?"

"I know." He sighed. "But I did kill Stark's parents. And it's my fault Steve lost his friendships and the place where they used to live. Nothing is the same anymore. No one is safe, they're all unsure of what to do and it's all because of me. I allowed you into my life and I put you in danger too. Sometimes I think they should've put me to sleep forever instead of wasting time trying to make me heal." His voice cracked a little.

"Stop." You said shakily but he continued.

"I have done so much wrong and I have caused so much suffering to so many people, I don't deserve to be treated the way I'm being treated here, all this comfort while Steve and his friends are living undercover. I don't understand why T'Challa and his people are doing all this for me. After learning of all the people I hurt, I really don't deserve anything." His eyes looked deeply into yours. "I don't understand why you're doing all this for me."

"Stop." You repeated and your hold on his cheeks tightened. "Listen to me. You're a victim, Bucky. Just as innocent as they all were." You were seeing a blurry Bucky in front of you as thick tears started to fall. "And it hurts me so much to listen to you say that you deserve something bad. No, Bucky. Because it wasn't you. It wasn't you."

You said repeatedly, thinking that maybe they'll stuck in his mind that way, maybe they'll finally infiltrate the deepest part of his mind and kill the terrible thoughts that punish him time after time, the thoughts that steal his desire to be happy.

"You didn't have control, they manipulated you. It wasn't you that wanted to make bad to that people. Hydra killed Stark's parents, not you. It wasn't Bucky Barnes thinking inside your head. You weren't Bucky Barnes in that moment, do you understand? You got robbed of so many things; your memories, your body, your life. You don't deserve more suffering. It's just right you're finally living comfortably after all those years."

You sobbed and, through your watery eyes, you saw tears falling down his cheeks too.

"You say you want to protect me and you think the best way of doing it is by letting yourself die? And what better would that do to my life? Who would protect me then? Who would I have left?" You exhaled a deep breath. "I don't know what would I do without you. I've lost everything as well, remember? You're the only one I have, Bucky. And I don't want to lose you. I'm not gonna lose you." You said frenetically, sadness filling your voice and your entire being.

Bucky shook his head, sadness filling him too as he watched you break apart. "No. No, you're not gonna lose me, doll." He said softly. "I promise. I will never leave you. I'll always be here to protect you, okay? You're not gonna lose me. I'm gonna stay with you." He assured you firmly.

He wanted nothing but kick to himself for making you feel sorrow, but first he had to calm you down.

You were shaking so much, Bucky was afraid you were going to break. His thumbs, and his whole hands, were wiping your tear covered face.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Please-" He said, pressing his forehead against yours. "Don't cry, baby, please." His arms sneaked around you, pulling you to his chest and hugging you tightly, his chin resting on the top of your head as you soaked his shirt with your tears. "Please, don't worry about me." His kissed your head and rested his cheek against it.

"I'll always worry about you, Bucky." You sobbed when you started to calm down. "You have me loving you so much not to."

Bucky smiled softly.

"I can't help but have these feelings once in a while but I promise I'm gonna try. For you. I'm so sorry." He said after some minutes, running his fingers through your hair. "I don't want you to think I don't care about how could it be for you if I wasn't here anymore. I just thought your life could be simpler and less dangerous without you being around super people." He made a pause and signed. "Thanks for letting me know how you feel about that. I've never wanted to leave you, I just thought it would be easier for you. Please forgive me."

"If I had to risk my life again to be with you I would do it. I would do it again and again for the rest of my life. If I had to die while saving you I'll take that risk. Because you're important to me, Bucky. Can you please understand that?"

He nodded. "And you are for me. So much." He whispered and kissed your head again.

You hugged him tightly, pressing your body harder against his.

"Bucky?" You spoke again after a long period of silence where Bucky thought you fell asleep.

"Yes?" He mumbled while massaging your head.

"All those things that happened while on Hydra's power? That's exactly why you deserve to be saved."

Bucky wasn't able to contain the smile twitching his lips upwards, feeling deeply grateful for having you in his life. You were his only light. You were always seeing the beauty on him and that's what kept him trying. Your support and encouragement, and mostly, you reminding him that he was worthy. It was there everyday. Whether you voiced it or made something that let him know he was worth of love. Something he was still trying to understand but he was taking it. He was taking it for you. Because he realized you were happy doing that for him, and he never wanted to be the one holding that happiness from you.

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[kireon]

Store Bought Hero

x-posted from my writing account as well as my author blog.

If natural heroes didn't work, store bought was fine too.

At least, that's what you keep telling yourself. It becomes a mantra as you peruse the discount racks at your favorite clothing store that definitely does not start with 'K'. Setting aside the whole ‘escaped from the lab you were created in’ thing, you haven’t noticed any serious differences between natural heroes and the lab created ones ('store bought', as they say) except for the whole income disparity thing.

Oh, and the sponsors.

Everyone knows natural heroes shopped at Gucci and their sidekicks at Macy's, bare minimum, they simply must be outfitted with the best at all times if they are to be known in the world. You can hear the professor from the labs’ rant clear as day even fifteen years later. While you definitely like a select group of brand name items? You have bills to pay, mouths to feed, and a gigantic fucking load of student loans on your back.

No rich parents, tragic enough backstory, or sponsors for you: a 'store bought'.

With a sigh, you eye a sequined leotard and run your hand up and down the rough fabric. There is something satisfying about the way the colors shift from a too shiny silver to a lurid cherry red. You like shiny. You like shiny an awful lot, as a matter of fact, and that's how you got yourself into this entire mess in the first place.

"How was I supposed to know the stupid anklet was his downfall?" You grumble as you tear yourself away from the sequined nightmare. Restraint isn’t something that comes easily but you’ve had years to practice. A half-hearted paw through the racks of clothing marked at sixty-percent off or more reveals a pair of dark red pleather pants that might just make a good costume base.

"It's not like I walk around with my weakness in plain sight."

It wasn't even a decent anklet either; not even sterling silver or real diamonds or brand name. It was a cheap nickel plated piece of flash and the rash it gave you still itched even a week later. Some sort of curse for the unwary, or so the hero had claimed when you'd given it back to him a day later.

You neglected to inform him of your nickel allergy during the confrontation.

Well, maybe not wisely. You might have been able to get some sort of financial compensation outta him for the damage done to your skin. The rash and blisters did look really awful when he’d caught up with you and he looked horrified when he saw the results.

Heroes had that whole ‘do innocents no harm’ thing, after all.

You'd rather die than admit to anything so common as a nickel allergy, so you accused him of having a curse put on it. He ate up the accusation and used it to his advantage, as they all do. In exchange for falling for the good old fashioned sob story that was your life-- lightly embellished, of course--you had to become his sidekick as penance for your (petty) crimes. Also to completely remove the effects of this nonexistent curse.

After all, you were in ‘dire need’ of a good role model, yadda yadda yadda. You’d stopped listening to his moral prattling about the same time he tried to invoke the ‘daddy issues’ card. The last time someone had pulled that shit on you, they woke up woozy, confused, and completely unaware of the clown makeup as they walked out (pantsless) into the busiest part of the city. Waterproof makeup at that.

Just as a little extra “fuck you” to prove a point; you don’t like doing more than petty retaliation if you can help it.

You can be quite nasty, after all.

In the end, Hero McDadguy puffed up in his usual self-importance and gave you an entire fifty bucks towards a ‘basic’ costume and sent you on your way with a time limit. He was currently busy getting some frothy concoction at that one coffee shop just around the block. Far enough away that it’s a test of trust and boundaries but close enough he can close the gap and probably haul your ass in if he needs to.

The added caveat that you weren’t to embarrass him with your costume choice makes you want to do it even more. The only thing holding you back is the fact that you do have to wear the costume. In public.

Petty and spite take a backseat to pride and self-preservation.

Not like he was one to talk. He had that whole ‘90s cyberpunk meets Dad-on-Tropical-Vacation’ theme going on. Fanny pack, socks with sandals... the works.  You’d rather go to jail than try to figure out how to replicate, keep in theme with, or otherwise find something to compliment that mess.

You mutter that very thing under your breath while you snag a few promising pieces-- and the leotard because fuck self-control you deserve something nice-- off the rack and head for the dressing room to start trying things on. Twenty minutes of posing in the mirror in varying outfit combinations later and you ignore the request for 'photo evidence' of you behaving and call your oldest child instead.  

“Hey, what’s the name of that one bird that steals shit?” You ask as you shimmy into a pair of leather shorts with sequins on the ass. You’re definitely about ten pounds shy of ‘Juicy’, as the flashy hot pink word on your butt says, but this could very well be the start of something amazing.

“Maybe you wanna be more specific unless you want me to read descriptions for the next ten years?”  

Nat is much like you; level-headed, brilliant in school but woefully under challenged, and has the same smart-mouth that had gotten you slapped through a wall once or fifteen times in your early life. You would never lay a hand on your kids regardless of how mouthy they get with you and so have to find other methods of curbing their attitudes when they get too out of line.

There’s a lot of yelling and someone sounds like they’re on the verge of tears in the background. A muffled Nat’s voice tells them to ‘calm the hell down, it’s fine’ before they come back on the line.

“What’s all that about?” You ask as you sift through the tops for something that would go with it. This opportunity might be a wash with how little luck you’re having. Might be time for Plan B- especially if there’s a problem with the kids. Your hand lands on a peacock blue-and-green number that doesn’t look bad but isn’t quite what you’re looking for. Ugh.

It’d clash with that highlighter orange from Mr. I Sweat Burberry Cologne.

Your middle child’s voice is loud and clear on the line now. “If you buy those shorts I am putting myself into the Child Relocation Program and you’ll never see me again.”

You consider it for a moment. Mortal embarrassment of your thirteen year old or being a slightly less fashion disaster than you feel. Tough decision, really. You feel yourself smile after letting Morgan sweat it out just long enough.

“Clean the kitchen and I’ll consider it.”

The quintessential teenage shriek of fury and angst comes loud and clear through the phone. “I knew you were going to say that! You’re the worst!”

Some parents prayed against having a child born with precognitive powers. While annoying to deal with, it’s also a lot of fun to use against them. It makes parenting interesting and more of a game to see just which future the kiddo wants to avoid- or get away with. “

You feel your smile widen at the range of futures said kiddo has likely foreseen. You’ll have so much fun with this particular set of visions and using it like baby photos against them. “So did you clean the kitchen?”

“Duh!” A most indignant tone.

You laugh. You can’t help it. “Put Nat back on the phone.”

“Promise me you’re not buying those first.” Stubborn and firm. A bit of desperation there too. Not quite ready to beg but not all that far off either.

The way they say ‘those’ makes you laugh all over again. “I’m not buyin’ ‘em, don’t worry.”

“And that weird guy isn’t buying them either?”

Damn it. “Nope. He won’t buy them either.” So much for that idea. Maybe you could-

“No stealing them either!”

Double damn it. “Fine, fine; the shorts stay in the store.”

“Thank you.”

The phone goes back to your oldest. “So, about that bird?”

“Jackdaw, Magpie, Corvids.” You hear scratching of pencil on paper. Homework? At, you check your phone, two-seventeen in the afternoon on a Saturday? Your eyes narrow suspiciously.

Who is it you’re talking to and what have they done with your child?

“Corvids? Like crows and shit?”

“Yup. And no, I’m not a body snatcher.”

A grin. “Sounds like something a body snatcher would say.”  

Jackdaw didn’t have that something you were looking for. Didn’t roll off the tongue the way it needed to in your head when you imagined some Big Bad Villain spotting you mid-villainous speech. Corvid didn’t either. Crow wasn’t hitting any notes either.

Raven was absolutely taken by no less than eighty-three variations in your city alone.

Rook had some fun possibilities if you had actually bothered playing and learning chess. (You can’t; you can’t sit still or pay enough attention for that shit and you own that.)

Your eyes fall on the silver-and-red sequined leotard again.

You hear your prophecy cursed child screech in despair in the background and the younger two who have gathered to watch the show tell them to shut up.

Nat, ever patient and ever your child, smiles on the other end of the phone. “I think that’s the one, Magpie.”

Magpie... yeah, you like the sound of that one. Magpie it is. “It’ll make a good base; is Morgan--”

“McFreakin’ Losing It? Yep.” You can hear the sounds of pencil scratching against paper again. Curiosity overrules any possible ‘do not need to know’ that you and Nat sometimes stumble into.

“Okay, I’ll bite; what are you doing?”

“Fulfilling the prophecy as foretold by the ancients long ago.” if Nat’s voice were any drier, they’d be dust in a forgotten tomb. “I’m designing the rest of your costume so you’re not a total train wreck and Morgan can die quietly.”

“You’re my favorite.” You say as you gleefully stuff the leotard-- you’ve tried it on twice and know it fits like a dream-- back on its hanger and wiggle out of the shorts. A wiggle that almost ends badly for you, at that, and you can hear the brats laughing at you in the background as Morgan probably mimics how you just about bit it in the dressing room.

“Remember that when I inevitably try your patience in all of forty-five seconds.” Nat hangs up on you and you feel nothing but pride in the way these sassy children have grown up under your less than skilled thumb. You’ve not been the best parent or even the best role model. It’s funny what unresolved childhood issues and bad habits will do, but damn it you have given it everything you have up to and including your favorite line of ‘do as I say not as I do’.

That is your right as a parent, goddamn it, to use that line and they can pry that right from your cold dead fingers.

They’re all good kids. They’re going to end up heroes in their own right with or without superpowers. That, above all else, is all you want for them so that they’re twice as capable as you’ve ever been in your life. Lab created and thus ‘store bought’ or natural born; it doesn’t matter and it never mattered to begin with.

Heroes are heroes in the end and the world could always use another helping hand as it spins through another chaotic cycle.

Your phone beeps and you glance at the text message.

Black thigh high socks. Get two pair. Amazon sucks for deals rn.\

U r not my fave >:(

You scowl and wish the walls would burn as you unfold the crumpled bills at the register. You don’t need Morgan’s gift of prophecy to know what that text message says and yet, like a fool, you look down at it anyway.

There’s a photo of all five of your grinning children holding up score cards. All of them holding 10s.

All of them dressed in Hawaiian shirts.

You have never felt so betrayed in your whole life.

#my writing #store bought heroes #original fic

[hornsbeforehalos]

Waste Love: Part Thirteen

Pairing: Colson Baker|Machine Gun Kelly x OFC Warnings: Language, Alcohol and Drug Use, Smut, Violence, Angst, Fluff A/N: Smut warning for this chapter!

“What are you staring at?” Tiffany questioned, eyes shifting to him from behind her menu with a smirk. 

Returning the same impish grin, he brought his glass of whiskey to his lips as he shrugged at her. After taking a sip he sat the beverage down, crossing his arms on the table as he leaned forward, “The hottest bitch in the fucking planet.” 

“Oh, really? Where?” Tiffany teased, sarcastically glancing around the room, “Let’s fuck her.”

“I already did,” Colson shrugged again, winking at Tiffany, “But I wouldn’t mind doing it again.” 

“Later, player,” she replied, quirking her eyebrow as she turned the page of the menu with a sigh, “You gotta buy me dinner before you get dessert.” 

“Spoiled brat.” he sneered as he opened his own menu, eyes moving back and forth over the options as she continued to smirk at him.

���Yup.” She returned, popping the ‘p’ at the end for emphasis, “And if I remember correctly, you’ve had a lot to do with that over the years.” 

“Oh, baby, just you wait,” He beamed mischievously, eyes glistening as if a thousand ideas were popping through his head at that moment, “You gonna be spoiled spoiled.”

Tiffany rolled her eyes as she sipped her margarita, the strong tequila making her cheeks rosy as her lip ticked with the hint of a smile, “I will not complain.” 

“In fact, you know what? I got an idea for when we leave here.” Colson planned, drumming his fingers across the table and nodding one at her before clasping both palms together, “Yup. Got an idea.”

“Never something I wanna hear come out your fuckin’ mouth,” Tiffany laughed nervously, putting her menu down to eye him suspiciously, “I’m not gonna go to jail again, am I?”

Colson snorted, covering his mouth with his hand that had picked up his glass again, “Uhh...No promises”

She propped her elbow on the table and pointed at him with her long, acrylic nail and opened her mouth to scold him, but was interrupted by the waitress finally approaching their table to take their order. 

Tiffany smirked at the blonde teenager, the poor girl obviously knowing who he was as she bumbled over her words. Her hands were shaking as she wrote down his order, and Colson couldn’t help but drink up the attention. He gave her that signature smile of his and she damn near melted, and Tiff had to stop herself from snorting at the girl. 

“And what do you want, baby?” Colson queried once he was done telling her what he wanted. He reached across the table and placed his hand over hers, a cheesy smile adorning his face to accompany the display of affection. 

Tiffany grinned at the man in front of her before turning to the blonde and gently and politely telling her what she wanted to order. 

The girl nodded pertly before they watched her scurry off towards the kitchen, Tiffany’s eyes shifting to Colson as her eyebrow lifted again, “Has anyone ever told you that you’re over dramatic?”

Colson bobbed his head as he sipped his glass, lacing their fingers together with a wink.

They finished their meals and a couple more drinks before he finally pulled her from the restaurant, the cool breeze of September air floating around them as he lead her to their next destination. 

“Kelssss, where are we goiiing?” Tiffany whined as he tugged her along by the hand, his long legs making his strides twice the size of hers

“Shopping, duh. I just said I was gonna spoil you.” Colson returned as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

“What the fuck? Really?” Tiffany asked, her eyebrows raising quickly in surprise as she chuckled, “Like, are you sugar daddy-ing me right now?”

“Yup,” Colson smiled proudly, swinging their hands back and forth before reeling her into his chest to kiss her, “and you better give daddy some sugar.”

—

Tiffany had four new pairs of designer heels waiting to be delivered, as well as a white gold and diamond necklace and bracelet set, and three different sparkly rings that she had put on before the time the spree had ended. Colson’s smile couldn’t help but shine just as brightly as the jewels around her neck as they made their way down the street, the couple headed in the direction of Central Park. 

“This is gonna be so fuckin’ great.” Colson beamed, throwing his arm around her shoulders as they walked. Tiffany lit a cigarette with a sigh, shaking her head at the childish adventurism that he constantly projected. 

“Where are we going?” She asked once again as she exhaled a plume of smoke, her arm wrapping around his waist. 

“One of my favorite places in the city. Came here with Pete the last time I was out.” Colson answered, looking down at her with a smile, “you’re gonna love it, trust me. It’s so fuckin’ dope.”

They stopped and took photos of each other at a few of the different sights, Colson not surprised at all when she pulled her work camera out of her bag to take a few shots of him and the surrounding landscapes. 

“You still haven’t turned your phone back on?” He asked curiously, noticing she hadn’t pulled it out at all throughout the night.

“Nope,” she replied, shrugging as she looked at him through the lense before snapping the button, “Haven’t wanted to deal with any of it.” 

“That means you haven’t seen my post I made,” Colson pouted, the face earning him getting his picture taken again, “it was sweet and everyone liked it.” 

“Do I need to see what you did?” She questioned, cocking her eyebrow at him from the other side of the camera.

“No, No,” Colson answered with a chuckle, shaking his hands in front of him, “just wait until tomorrow.”

Tiffany found herself eyeing him out of the corner of her eye, her lips pursed together as she wondered what he was up to. 

“Here it is,” Colson pointed, interrupting her suspicions. He tugged her hand again to make her walk faster, stopping only when they’d reached the huge circle in the middle of the walkway. The gigantic field in the area past it was delicately lit, a peaceful vibration emanating from the entire space. 

“Woah,” Tiffany gaped, earning her another prideful smile from Colson at the sight of her happiness, “This place is fucking beautiful.”

They found a spot away from everyone else on the soft grass, and the two of them lay back staring at the night sky while they passed a joint back and forth. 

“Thank you for this, Kels.” Tiffany said after a few minutes of silence, moving her hand so he could take the jay from her fingers, “It really means a lot.”

“It means a lot to me that you’re even here, Tiff.” Colson replied, turning his head to look at her, “Laying here with you means more than you’ll ever know.”

He hit the joint deeply, exhaling slowly as the smoke twirled above them and into the heavens. He turned his head back towards her as he passed it back, licking his lips before he continued, “I never thought I would get a chance to be anywhere near you again. When I fucked up, again, I was sure it was done.”

“It was,” She croaked, flicking the ash away from the joint as she fought back the emotions threatening to spill over with his words, “That hurt me more than I’ve ever been hurt, Cols.”

“Then how did you let me back in so easily? That night at the party…” Colson started, but trailed off as he looked away again to take another hit.

“I don’t know, K. Honestly, I don’t. I guess I just can’t stay away from you.” Tiffany chuckled lowly, bringing the roach to her lips for a final drag before tossing it. She rolled over into her side and propped herself up on her elbow, her head resting on her knuckles as she met his eyes, “I love you.”

“You were right, you know. When you said I waste love.” He commented, looking up at her when she put her other hand on his chest on top of his.

“I know.” She nodded, no hint of malice in her voice despite the opportunity.

“I’m not gonna waste you anymore, Tiff. I’m not gonna make you anymore bullshit promises, but just know,” Colson vowed, his eyes misting over and twinkling in the dim light, “You’re it for me.”

Tiffany leaned over and kissed him in response, her tongue instantly tangling with his as he pulled her on top of him. She straddled his hips as their jaws rocked together, his hands instinctively grasping her thighs under her skirt. He moaned against her mouth when he remembered she was bare underneath the flow of fabric covering them, his dick hardening as his fingers dipped into the apex of her thighs. 

It was all breathy moans and whispered words as she sunk down on his length right there on the grass, the surrounding foliage and her skirt the only things giving them any sort of privacy. His hands left fingerprints in her flesh as he guided her hips, the feeling of her gripping heat squeezing his dick making him wanton and needy. 

“I’mma marry you.” He proclaimed suddenly, his hips bucking up into her as he wound a hand through the waves of her hair, “God damn, I swear, I’mma fuckin’ marry you.”

Their lips met again in a sloppy kiss, his arm not tangled in her tresses wrapping around her waist as he pulled her flush with his chest. He continued to fuck up into her, the friction and angle of his heavy cock stretching mixed with his words making Tiffany’s head swim as she mewled into his mouth. 

“You wanna marry me?” He breathed the question, his eyes wild and hopeful as he stared at the beautiful woman once they broke apart. She bit into her lip as she sat up, her eyes rolling and head tilting back as she took him all the way inside her. 

Colson lifted his back from the grass to hold himself up by one arm, his other weaving into Tiffany’s violet tangles. Tiffany moaned at the new angle as Colson’s mouth attached to her neck, his fingers pulling her head back again while his teeth found her pulse point. 

“Say it, baby.” He whispered against her skin, his tongue laying at the wound as she ground her hips into his, “You know you wanna.”

“Colson,” She whimpered, eyes meeting his as she lifted herself up and plunged back down, “Fuck.”

“Come on, baby,” he breathed, laying back down. He pushed one hand under the fabric of her skirt to find her clit with his thumb, bucking into her while gripping her breast with the other, “Say you’ll marry me, and I’ll let you come.”

“Fuuuuhk.” Tiffany groaned, almost a little too loudly, her body tensing as Colson worked her over, his hard cock hitting deep inside her fluttering walls. She was right on the edge but he was holding back, just enough to keep her right at almost. “Yes, yesyesyes, yes! I’ll marry you.”

Tiffany’s fingers dug into his shirt as his thumb moved in faster circles, his hips tilting just right and hitting the secret spot inside her only he could find. Stars erupted around them and she couldn’t stop the shout that left her lungs, her soaked pussy squeezing his cock as she came over him. 

“That’s it girl, come for me,” he hissed, bucking up into her faster as he snaked his hand from her breast to her throat with a squeeze, “Gonna nut in you.”

“No!” She protested unexpectedly, pulling off of him quicky. Colson was about to question what she was doing but the words caught in his throat, the feeling of her mouth wrapping around him making him lose all coherence. 

“Holy fuck!” Colson barked, his hand instantly shooting to the back of her head as his come flooded the back of her throat, “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!” 

Tiffany swallowed every drop he had to give her, wiping her mouth of the salty fluid once he was done. Colson had just finished zipping his pants when a voice was heard on the other side of the brush, the light of a flashlight shining through the leaves.

“What are you two doing over there?” 

Colson and Tiffany’s eyes immediately met as the two of them froze. Tiffany  was the first one to move, pulling Colson to his feet as she grabbed her bag and darted off as fast as she could. She hadn’t bothered to put her shoes back on so she was barefoot, able to move faster then with them as they both took off. 

“Oh shit,” Colson hissed, yanking her by the arm to duck behind a building at the edge of the park. They listened as the guard looked for them, dipping and dodging his beam of light until they were able to get to the exit. 

“Where the fuck did you park?” Tiffany heaved, her hands on her knees as she bent forward to gasp for air. She only had a moment to recover before multiple shouts could be heard headed toward them.

“Uhhhh….this way!” Colson guessed, snatching her by the hand again right as the guards came into view.

“You better fuckin’ hope so!” She exclaimed, the two of them running as fast as their legs would carry them in the opposite direction of the cops. 

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Do not go quietly

Summary: Maddie refuses to go with Doug! She won’t do it; she’s going to fight and scream. And not just for herself, but for Chimney as well!

Episode tag: season 2 episodes 11 & 13

So this is kind of based off of a post I saw that someone made about how you shouldn’t just go with someone to a secondary location, but should instead fight and scream and do everything you can to stay where you’re at and not be taken. And I got to thinking how would things have turned out if Maddie had fought him at her apartment and not let him drag her off. And this is not to say that Maddie wasn’t brave and amazing in episode 13, because god was she amazing. The way she fought him and won in the end was so fucking awesome!! But this is just a what if she’d fought him sooner story. Enjoy!!!

“Oh my god!” Maddie cried, kneeling next to Chimney.

There was so much blood pouring out of the stab wound in his abdomen, and Maddie knew if he didn’t get help soon, he’d die.

“Come on let’s go,” Doug ordered, grabbing her arm and yanking her up off the ground.

Maddie was terrified beyond belief. She knew Doug could very well kill her. But Chimney was dying, and she knew if she went with Doug he’d pry just kill her anyway. It was time to make a stand, right here, right now! She would not go quietly!!

“NO!” She screamed, ripping her arm out of his hold.

She swung her fist as hard as she could, putting years’ worth of pain hurt and anger into it, hitting him right in the nose. There was a sharp crack as his nose broke from the force of her punch. Doug cried out in pain, dropping the knife he held, and grabbed his nose.

Maddie didn’t give him a chance to recover. She kicked him right between the legs. Sending him to his knees. Then she brought her knee up into his face. She screamed as she hit him, trying to make as much noise as possible in hopes that someone would hear her and come help.

He fell back to the ground groaning in pain. The sound of a door opening behind her caught Maddie’s attention. She looked back to see her elderly neighbor standing at her front door. She must have been drawn out by the sound of the fight. The woman’s eyes were wide as she took in the sight.

“Call 9-1-1! Tell them your neighbors ex-husband showed up and stabbed her boyfriend, and then tried to kidnap her!” Maddie ordered.

The old woman nodded her head and disappeared inside her home. Before Maddie could turn back to help Chimney she was tackled to the ground. Her neighbor had distracted her just long enough for Doug to get back on his feet. And now he had her pinned to the ground, hands at her throat.

Maddie gasped as her airway was closed and she clawed at Doug’s blood covered face. There was a manic look in his eyes, and she knew if she didn’t get him off of her he’d kill her.

She dug her nails into the skin of his face, and even caught him in the eye. He flinched from the pain but refused to let go of her. The edges of her vision where starting to go black, but she refused to just give up. Then suddenly someone tackled Doug off of her.

She gasped, air finally reaching her lungs once more and she looked up to see Buck beating the shit out of Doug. She sat there for a moment, just watching Buck hit Doug in the face repeatedly, before her brain kicked back into gear.

“Buck! Buck, stop! Buck you’re gonna kill him!” Maddie shouted, pulling Buck off her ex-husband.

As much as she’d love to watch her brother kill her piece of shit ex-husband, she wasn’t willing to risk him possibly going to jail for man slaughter.

“You son of a bitch, I’ll kill you if you ever touch her again!” Buck screamed, managing to kick Doug in the side before Maddie pulled him away.

“Buck! Chimney’s hurt. He needs help!” Maddie shouted, hoping that would take Buck’s attention off of Doug.

Buck scowled at Doug one last time before rushing over to chimney. Maddie glanced at Doug for a second. He was unconscious, his face a patch work of black and blue bruises, and his left eye was starting to swell shut. His nose was bent at an odd angle, and blood covered his lips and chin. Satisfied that he was out for the count, Maddie turned and rushed over to Buck and Chimney. Buck was using his jacket to staunch the flow of blood.

“Come on Chimney, you’re gonna be okay! Maddie call 9-1-1!” Buck ordered.

“My neighbor already did,” Maddie replied.

Buck glanced over at her taking in the bruise on her face from when Doug had punched her inside the house, and the dark bruises that where forming around her throat from his attempt to strangle her. He felt himself shake in anger at the thought that he almost lost her.

“Buck, I’m okay! They’re just bruises. Chimney’s the one who needs help now,” Maddie soothed, hand going to Buck’s shoulder.

She squeezed his shoulder in reassurance, and Buck nodded his head then turned back to Chimney.

“Maddie?!” Chimney whispered; his voice hoarse from the pain.

Maddie kneeled down next to him once more and pulled his head into her lap.

“Chimney, hey it’s alright! I’m right here!” Maddie stated, running her fingers through his hair.

The wailing of sirens reached their ears and within moments police cars and an ambulance pulled up. Two paramedics rushed over to them and started working on Chimney. Buck and Maddie where pushed to the side so they could work. Buck pulled his sister into his chest and wrapped his arms around her. Athena stepped out of one of the police cars and rushed over to them.

“What happened?!” She questioned.

“My ex-husband showed up! He stabbed Chimney and tried to kidnap me. I fought him, but he managed to get the upper hand. He was going to kill me, but then Buck showed up and stopped him,” Maddie explained.

Athena glanced behind them to the figure lying unconscious on the ground a few feet away. She scowled as she walked over to the man and checked for a pulse. He was alive but pretty beaten up. She quickly slapped a pair of cuffs on him before calling for one of the paramedics to look him over.

Buck and Maddie watched the paramedics work on stabilizing their friend, then watched as he was loaded onto the ambulance.

“Come on I’ll give you a ride to the hospital. You need to get checked out anyway,” Athena offered, gently leading the siblings to her cruiser.

The ride to the hospital was quiet. Buck held his sister in his arms, unable to let go of her. And Maddie was glad for it, it kept her grounded. The ride was short and soon enough she was being looked over by a doctor. The doctor stated that, other than a few bruises, she was fine.

Several hours later found her, Buck, and the rest of station 118 sitting around Chimney’s bed. He’d come through his surgery without any problems, the doctors where sure that he’d be fine in a couple of weeks.

That night Maddie sat at Chimney’s bedside, her hand in his. He was going to be alright, and Doug was going to spend the rest of his life in jail. She’d never have to worry about him ever again! She smiled at the thought that she was finally, truly, 100% free of Doug. She would never again let anyone hurt her. No she would never again stay silent. And now she could focus on her future, a future that hopefully Chimney would be a big part of. With that thought she drifted off to sleep…

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My Summer From Hell: A Tale of Friendship

Fandom: It (2017)

Pairing: Eddie Kaspbrak/Richie Tozier (minor mentions of Richie’s crush on Eddie)

Rating: T (for language)

Words: 2.9k

Movie canon-compliant.  Also posted on AO3. This is that summer experience essay Richie warned us about.

“Richie Tozier?”

Richie takes a reluctant break from the sick-ass game of MASH: The Wonder Years Edition he’s playing by himself in his algebra notebook to look up at his teacher, who is waving a blue note and glaring expectantly at him.

Blue note. That means Neil wants to see him. Damn, only five days into the school year! New—actually, not a new record. Richie feels like he and the principal should be on a first-name basis by now; Richie’s in his office a lot. He rarely gets punished because most of the things he does toe the line of punishable offenses magnificently—he usually just gets told to stop doing whatever it is he’s doing and then gets sent back to class. If he was down there getting detention every other day, he’d understand what the problem was. But alas, Neil shot down the suggestion of being called Neil right away. So they can only be on a first-name basis in Richie’s head. Too bad.

The Math and Science building is as far away from the Administration building as you can get without leaving Derry Junior High, and Richie takes his time during the walk to Neil’s office, stopping outside the computer lab until Eddie catches sight of him through the window. He makes a gesture that causes Eddie to give him a surreptitious middle finger, hidden from his teacher by the monitor, but his cheeks also bloom cherry red, so Richie counts it as a win because it’s the cutest goddamn thing he’s seen all day. It feels like every other day now Richie’s being hit in the face with how adorable Eddie really is. He’s torn between wanting to pinch his cheeks and kiss him on the mouth, and frankly he’s mostly still straddling the fence on that issue only because he doesn’t want to deal with the answer.

In contrast to having a pretty good idea deep down what direction things are headed in regarding his general feelings about Eddie, Richie has not the slightest clue why he’s being called to the principal’s office the Friday after school started. None of the things he’s done should have been discovered yet. It makes no sense.

Bill is in the computer lab too, and Richie can’t see him from where he’s sitting, so he heads over to the staircase at the end of the hall. Pausing to make sure no teachers are lurking around to give him shit for it, he sits down at the top of the railing and slides down. Actually, he slides about a fourth of the way down before falling off and sort of rolling the rest of the way, but no one saw that so it still counts as a success.

He walks past the yard to watch Stan and Ben running the mile in P.E. Stan is fucking booking it, and Richie dawdles long enough to figure out that he’s a lap ahead of everyone else. Running away from Bowers for a few years will do that to ya. Well, at least it will if you’re Stan. Richie still can’t run an 8 minute mile, so his P.E. grade has stagnated at a B-.

Richie stops in the middle of the hallway in the Language Arts Building, glancing into Mr. Tremblay’s French 1 class. Bev was planning on taking that this year, and she’d be in there if she hadn’t moved to Portland. Sometimes—and Richie hates thinking about this because there’s no use in dwelling on it—but sometimes he really wants to kick himself for not getting to know her sooner. She’s the best bro he’s ever had that’s a girl, and it just really sucks ass that they only got to hang out for like one summer.

Before he even realizes it, he’s walking into the front office. Bertha glances up at Richie through her horn-rimmed reading glasses.

“Mr. Tozier! What’d you do this time?” she asks brightly. Ah, Bertha. She and Richie have a rapport. Richie might go so far as to say she even likes him, at least a little. He’s made her laugh at least seven times, and once in sixth grade she told him he had a real gift after he showed her his best Rick Moranis impression. She doesn't bullshit him, and he doesn’t bullshit her. Well, not very much at least.

“I have no idea,” he tells her honestly, resting his elbows on her desk, which is decorated with a rubber band ball, a Hoberman sphere, several pictures of her nieces and nephews, and the biggest Hershey’s Kiss Richie has ever seen in his entire life. Seriously, it’s almost as big as his goddamn face. Apparently, she got it on a trip to New York, and she’s had it at least as long as Richie has known her. He has never wanted to eat a thing so badly in his entire life, regardless of how old it is. It’s a fucking Hershey’s Kiss. Do those things even go bad? Either way, it’s Richie’s number one goal to take a big fucking bite out of that thing before he culminates at the end of the year. He’s a thousand percent sure it will taste like sweet victory.

“Neil?” Bertha calls over her shoulder. “Did you send for Richie Tozier?”

Neil’s voice floats back through the open door behind Bertha. “Oh, yes. Thanks, send him on back.”

Neil’s desk always starts the year looking pristine, and by the last day of school it is filled with stacks of pure chaos. Richie admires him for trying again at the beginning of each year. It’s like how his mom buys him a binder for each class and book covers and sets up an organizational system for his homework and notes despite knowing that it won’t last a month. It’s nice of her to try, but Richie is pretty sure they both go into it with the understanding that it’s kind of a hail Mary situation.

So right now Neil’s just got like three pictures of his wife, a snowglobe with GREETINGS FROM ST. PAUL written on the base, and a manageable-looking stack of papers in file folders. Godspeed, sir.

“Mr. Tozier,” Neil says by way of greeting, “please have a seat.”

“How was your summer, Ne—Principal McCormack?” Richie asks, plopping down into the chair directly opposite Neil.

Neil’s eyebrows raise. “Not as interesting as yours, based on what I heard from Ms. Pfarrer this afternoon,” he says, reaching into his desk and pulling out two pieces of lined paper stapled together. “Care to explain?”

He places it directly in front of Richie. Richie peers at it. The top right corner reads: Richie Tozier, English 8A, Period 4, September 3, 1989. It wasn’t stapled when he handed it in, he’d just sort of folded the corners over together and hoped for the best, but Ms. Pfarrer must have gone ahead and stapled it for him.

“That would be yesterday’s English homework.”

“Correct,” says Neil. “I want you to read this entire essay out loud to me, and then I’m going to ask you some questions. Okay?”

Richie’s not sure if the questions are about the contents of the essay, or if Neil just can’t read his handwriting. Then again, that sounds like a Ms. Pfarrer problem; he’s not sure why she’d bring it to the principal if she just couldn’t read it. Normally she just hands it back to him and tells him to rewrite it when that happens, or at least that’s what she did last year. If his teachers have suddenly decided to send him to the principal every time he turns in an illegible assignment, it’s going to be a very long year.

But whatever.

  My Summer From Hell: A Tale of Friendship

  If you had asked me at the end of last year what the worst thing about my summer would probably be, I would have bet a hundred bucks it was going to be the trip I took down to Augusta to see my grandma two weeks ago, which sucked. All we did was watch Matlock all week and she made me get a really shi bad haircut, just like last year. It’s going to take me months to grow it out. But compared to what went down in July and the beginning of August, eating soup at Grandma Dottie’s house was NOTHING.

You know how kids just disappear off the face of the earth all the time here in Derry? If you didn’t, that’s a fun fact from me to you that I learned from my new friend Ben (he’s in your 5th period class). Well, while we were looking for my other friend Bill’s missing brother, we found out where they all went.

Underneath our feet, down in the sewers, there lives a killer clown. That’s right, you heard it here first. Like John Wayne Gacy, but 100000x worse because it’s for sure not human. Sometimes It’s a clown, sometimes not. Depends. On what? I have no idea. It was usually a clown when I saw it but one time it started turning into maybe a werewolf. It can turn into anything it wants and it eats kids.

Anyway, It almost killed all of us on the fourth of July. We Bill decided to go try and fight It at the creepy ass house on Neibolt street, and that was an absolute shit show disaster. Ask Ben to show you the sick scar on his stomach if you don’t believe me. Eddie fell through a giant hole in the floor and broke his arm. I got mad at Bill for bringing us all there and he punched me in the face, and then I didn’t talk to him for a month.

Then It dragged Beverly Marsh into its nasty sewer lair and we all went down the grossest well in Derry to get her back. Henry Bowers followed us because he just has to ruin everything, even things that are already the worst. There’s this giant cistern that has a huge pile of broken toys and crap and the clown lives in there. There were hundreds of dead kids floating in the air.

It’s a long story but I beat the shit crap out of It with a baseball bat and we fought it back. We swore to each other that we’d all come to fight It again if it returns. Anyway, the moral of this summer is that you can achieve anything if you work together and also that there is no way Henry Bowers could have caused an explosion during the 1800’s. I want to see him go to jail for taking a dump in my backpack for sure, and I guess for killing Belch, Vic and his dad too, but I know for a fact that he didn’t kill Georgie Denbrough or Betty Ripsom or Ed Corcoran. This town is just cursed.

  Richie looks up brightly at Neil when he finishes reading. Neil takes a deep breath and rubs his temples with his fingers.

“I’m not sure you understood what the assignment was, Richie,” he says. “This is an inventive—and deeply disturbing—story, but this was supposed to be about what you actually did over the summer, not—”

“Yeah,” says Richie. “It is. I mean, I didn’t think Ms. Pfarrer was going to actually read them all. But—”

“This was a nonfiction assignment though.”

Neil’s being real slow on the uptake. Maybe his brain is still on summer break.

“Yeah,” says Richie, nodding. “As in, this is what actually happened to me. Here’s where we swore we’d come back and fight again when we’re old. If It comes back.” Richie holds out his left hand so Neil can see the freshly healed scar.

“Ouch,” Neil winces. “How did you get that?”

Richie rolls his eyes. “I cut it on glass. On purpose. Go get the others—they’ll tell you. Eddie Kaspbrak, Stanley Uris, Bill Den—”

“Please stop with the games,” says Neil. “Just—I’ve had a long week. We all have. Ms. Pfarrer wanted me to look into sending you to the school psychologist. I know you like to, you know, do what you do, but this is taking it too far.”

“Why would I lie to you about this?” Richie asks. He puts both elbows on the desk and leans forward. “Seriously. Why?”

“Attention-seeking behavior is common after the kind of trauma we’ve all experienced over the past year,” Neil says. Super patient, like he’s quoting a textbook and speaking to a preschooler. “I know what happened with Henry was a surprise to—”

“Wait, wait wait,” Richie interrupts. “You think I wrote this to get attention?”

Neil sighs and throws up his hands. “I can’t think of any other reason. If there is one, I’d love for you to give me some insight.”

Honestly? How fucking dare he. It strikes Richie in that moment how goddamn unfair this is. They had to do this with everyone—from explaining those nasty bites on Stan’s face to Eddie being grounded for the rest of the summer, to knowing exactly why there were so many more bodies in the sewer than missing kids from this past year and no one believing them…

“How about this for insight? ” Richie says. “I’ve been through too much trauma this year to come up with another bullshit story that all you adults will eat up. None of you care what actually happened; you just want me to tell you something that means you don’t have to do anything about it. Well, you’re gonna have to come up with your own lie to tell yourself. I’m not doing it for you.”

Neil is gaping. But Richie keeps going.

“I thought it was Bowers before this summer and honestly, I wish I’d been right. And it’s not like I’m sorry that he’s getting all this shit pinned on him even though he didn’t do it. My life is a million times easier without him around—he can get strung up by his ballsack for all I care.”

“Richie, there’s a mountain of evidence against—”

“I don’t give a shit about evidence,” says Richie. “I know what I saw. I know what happened. I know, and Bill knows, and Stan knows, and Bev… What do you care though? You’ll probably be dead anyway by the time It comes back.”

“Is that supposed to be some kind of threat?” Principal McCormack asks. His face has gone hard and stony like Richie’s never seen before; like Richie has crossed a real line this time. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he knows there’s going to be nasty consequences for this, but he can’t find it in himself to give a shit.

“You wouldn’t believe me even if it was,” Richie mutters. “Just… Fuck it. Send me to the school shrink or whatever. Give me detention; flunk my essay. None of this shit matters anyway.”

“You can bet you’re getting all three of those things,” says Principal McCormack with a mirthless chuckle. “And I’m not sure what’s gotten into you this year, but I feel like—”

“Do I sound like the grownups in Charlie Brown when I talk?” Richie demands. “Seriously, am I making like, actual words to you? Or are you just hearing wah wah wah when I—”

“I’m calling your parents,” Principal McCormack says over him. “Is something going on at home?”

Richie feels blood pounding through his veins. Like it could melt his skin. He looks Principal McCormack dead in the eye, reaches for his essay and tears it to shreds, standing slowly.

“In the end,” he says, his voice shaking and frustrated tears threatening to overpower him, “it’s not going to make any difference if you don’t believe me. We’ll come back, all of us. Me and Eddie. Ben, Beverly, Mike. Bill. Stan. What you think doesn’t change that.”

And as suddenly as it came, the anger evaporates. Just...poof. Gone. It clears, and there’s fucking gobsmacked Principal McCormack sitting there like a lump, staring at Richie. Maybe he heard the individual words, but one thing Richie know for sure: he still doesn’t get it. And he never will. And not just him; Ms. Pfarrer. Even Bertha, whether she thinks Richie is gifted or not. And his parents…

There’s a sick loneliness that kind of creeps in to fill up where his anger was, colder than a January wind. Every time his dad comforted him as a kid, when he’d check under the bed and in the closet for monsters, was a lie. When his mom told him he’d be safe sleeping in their bed. That nothing was coming to get him. That they’d never let him get hurt. Lies, all of it. And it’s not like the adults in his life are lying to him on accident. The truth is right there in front of their stupid fucking faces and they just refuse to look at it.

The chill settles into a stony sort of resolution. Richie has stared the truth in the face and didn’t flinch. Even getting suspended is fucking nothing compared to… Whatever. He’s getting detention anyway. Might as well make it memorable. He turns on his heel and walks out of the office.

“If you’re still alive in 2016,” Richie calls over his shoulder, “I’ll hit you up at your nursing home and let you know I was right all along.”

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