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angelltheninth · 5 months

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Lesson Learned

Pairing: Professor!Viktor x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, classroom sex, orgasm control, desk sex, almost getting caught, dirty talk, secret relationship, co-workers, teasing, fingering, sexy lingerie

Word count: 1.6k

A/N: Part of my 15k follower event! The prompt for this one was 'Viktor + Professor AU', which had my brain going ever since I saw it. It makes sense in canon too, I think he would have made a great professor. I don't know how this got lost in my drafts for so long cause it's been done for a loooong time lmao, my bad everyone!

Many people argued that Viktor worked too much, he would argue that he didn't work hard enough. He's seen many brilliant minds get let down by the Academy, his friend Jayce once among them. Which is why he decided to become a professor, to nurture and encourage new people of any background not to give up. He very well loved amongst his students because of this.

"You're certainly popular." You looked over all the letters and flowers on his desk. "I think you got more of this than any professor today."

"Sounds like someone's jealous of me." Viktor moved the papers off his desk after looking over dozens maybe over a hundred letters today. "Is it me or the students you're jealous of?" He smirked when he saw how you were looking at the flowers.

You plucked one from the bouquet and threw it in his general direction. He heaved forward and caught it just before it hit the ground. You thought he was gonna put it back but instead he offered it forward.

"For you." You rolled your eyes at his gesture but you did accept it. He was sweet even when he was tired. "Am I the last one here?"

"No there's a few more professors tonight. Since it's exam season everyone's been working double time. Or I guess normal time for you." It was written all over his face, the tired smiles, the way too many cups of coffee he drank, the half-eaten lunches that he would only finish when the work day was over. "Do you still have papers to grade? I'll help you out."

"There's only a few more. Shouldn't take more than an hour so I can finish that tomorrow." Viktor walked over to the classroom door and shut the blinds before turning the lock. The clock sent a shiver down your spine and a pleasant throbbing in your lower belly. "I've been meaning to ask you, what's the real reason you came here tonight?"

"What do you mean? To see you." Viktor didn't buy that excuse. He walked behind you, his cane thumping a little harder on the floor then moments before.

He placed the flowers and his suitcase with the letters and the exams beside the desk and patted his hand on the now empty surface. You started to turn around so you could take a seat but he tapped the desk with his cane in warning, a series of quick taps that made your body respond and your cheeks flush. "How?" You asked with a shaky breath.

"Bend over first. I want to see what you have on for me." Oh. Well then he's not gonna be disappointed at all. You felt his slim fingers rubbing your thigh up and down, pulling your dress up over your hips and then tracing the dark red edge of your panties. "This all for stress release? You really do go above and beyond for me. And you had this on all day?"

"Not all day. I changed when my classes ended." You're bold but not bold enough to wear crochless underwear all day.

"You wanted me to have ease of access, how nice of you." His fingers plunged into your pussy, "No resistance? Darling, you were horny long before you stepped foot in here weren't you?"

You clenched your cunt around his fingers when you felt them all the way inside you. Viktor moved them quickly, way quicker then he could move his hips, way harder too, giving you the hard fucking he knew you craved with your whole being. Otherwise you wouldn't have worn this sexy little thing. "I was just thinking about you. This is how wet you make me. It's a real problem don't you think?" Viktor hummed in agreement and curled his fingers upwards, "And when you have a problem you talk to one of the best professors in the Academy. Simple as that. I'm surprised you couldn't figure that out."

Viktor stepped forward, pressing his bulge against your wetness, his hands on desk as he let his cane lean against the corner of the said desk. "It is a real problem. One can't have his girlfriend walking around, dripping wet like payed for whore. Just because no one knows that we're fucking doesn't mean you can get away with behaving like this." Moments after he stepped away from you there was a very familiar sign of a zipper followed by the even more familiar push of his cockhead against your throbbing pussy.

He kept you tightly pressed against the desk and himself, teasing you without entering. This stillness seemed to go on for a while. When you tried to push further against him to take more of his cock he pushed you harder against the desk.

"Come like this. With just my tip inside." You knew he could feel your walls flutter against him, could feel you drip down his cock and onto the floor. "What's the matter? I thought you wanted me to fix your problem."

"If this is how you fix problems I'm questioning your credentials." One of his hands pushed against your shoulder, all the way down onto the desk so when you turned your head you looked at his name tag on the desk, reminding you that you were in his classroom, you had to follow his rules. When he was in your classroom did the same, moaning and holding off on finishing through all your teasing and pussyjobs.

The hand that pushed you down was now back on your hip, making sure you don't go anywhere. He still didn't move or show any intent of sinking in deeper, no matter how tempting your warm, wet cunt was. You wanted all of him not just the tip, his whole cock, fucking you like you wanted, how you craved it. But for that to happen you knew what your task was, you knew you had to come.

So you let your imagination run wild, think back to another time when you were in here, but then he was back down on the floor and you on top of him, he had his hands on your tits, pinching your nipples as he held your legs open with his and wildly thrust his cock in and out of your pussy. He got in so deep then, very different from now, he had no self control over his pace despite how his leg protested, all he cared about was your moans above him and the sloshing wet sounds your sloppy cunt made for him.

"Must be good. Whatever you're thinking of. Your cunt is getting so tight." He finally pushed back a little more but just as fast as he did he pulled back to just the tip.

"The last time we were in here." You felt his cock twitch. Almost there, you were so close to getting what you wanted.

"An interesting choice. Did you like me underneath you then? Did you like me being that deep inside you? I believe your exact words were 'balls deep' weren't they?" They were and you wanted it again. You wanted it so bad, you could almost feel it, you could come just from that memory.

As your pussy started to clench around you and your orgasm flow through your body Viktor pushed in the whole way, catching the very start of your orgasm, filling your begging cunt with his cock. You moaned at the feeling of his cock twitching inside you as you came, encouraging Viktor to finally start thrusting back and forth fucking your orgasm out of you.

It wasn't as fast as with his fingers earlier but it didn't have to be. "Shut up." You whimpered, unable to fulfil his command this time, "No seriously darling, shut up."

Your eyes finally focused enough to see a shadow approaching the door. Since you couldn't stop making sounds you placed both hands over your mouth and Viktor leaned forward over your body, his hands digging into the desk.

"Professor Viktor? Are you still working sir?" Asked the person behind the door.

"Yes, very late night, lots to do. But don't worry, something tells me I'm about to finish fast." You heard him laugh behind you then hum when he sunk in all the way, "Really soon."

"Well... alright then, just remember to lock up when you're done. See you tomorrow Professor." With every further step Viktor got rougher, his breath coming out short against your moans. You're not sure your orgasm ever stopped through all of this.

"So naughty. Coming around my cock while I'm talking to a colleague of ours. At least I had the decency to wait until they left." The heavy Academy door shut close in the distance and your moan finally echoed around the classroom again, mixing with Viktor's, jets of his sticky cum painting the inside of your pussy. It was a good thing he wasn't too heavy, you didn't mind him laying over you to catch his breath, you needed it too. "Did that solve your problem, Professor?"

You nodded. "For now. But I might need it again when we get back home. And speaking of problems I think you may have made another one for me." You could almost hear the gears in his head turning, trying to figure it out, "I need you to go get my underwear. I can't walk home... dripping everywhere."

"Oh! Of course I will. Right away." He debated on that statement when he heard the way you moaned as he pulled out. Viktor stumbled a little as he put his pants back on and picked his cane back up and kissed your cheek before starting to walk out the door.

As you stretched your body you caught glimpse of the flower he gave you earlier. "Okay, maybe I was a little jealous."

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gwyns · 3 months

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Elain : canon that she doesn’t like violence

E/riel’s : aesthetic, fanart and headcanons of her dressed in Illyrian leathers, or wielding a sword, or covered in blood, or is secretly a spy for the Night Court.

I saw someone say that Elain would clean the blood off of Azriel after he comes home from a mission. Or that they want a scene in the next ACOTAR book of Azriel beating someone up, covered in blood, and Elain bites her lip and is like “that’s hot” ?? It’s canon that she doesn’t like violence. Didn’t she vomit after the battle in ACOWAR? And her being a spy doesn’t make sense. It doesn’t fit her character in canon. Wouldn’t we have got something of that in Az’s bonus chapter if she was training to be a spy or if she had spy like qualities?

If SJM holds a live stream interview where questions are allowed, I lowkey want someone to ask her if she’s ever thought about making Elain a spy or how she feels about blood and violence. Idk if SJM would say anything but *shrugs shoulders*

E/riel’s complain that Gwynriel’s put down Elain for being feminine, for her love of baking and gardening, but I’ve seen countless fanart of Elain as a warrior/spy and headcanons of Elain liking violence/blood. Not to say there aren’t some Gwynriel’s who’ve said that (I personally haven’t seen any) but it seems like E/riel’s are the ones reaching. Making their view of Elain different from canon.

why do they think elain would be ok around blood like that? even feyre, someone who has seen proper battle and killed people, doesn't like it. feyre doesn't like being around torture either but somehow elain would?? hey e/riels... BE REAL, please, for one second

and like??? elain would never, ever, in a million, BILLION years find az beating someone up "hot". not when she practically begged her sisters to leave graysen alone. hell, sjm has never really done that in general, clearly she doesn't like it either lmfao

oh god please i would love for sjm to shut down their little spy theories. anyone remember a couple of years ago how they were so confident that e/riel would be a sleeping beauty retelling but then in an interview sjm said she doesn't like that movie or even let her son watch it and suddenly they pivoted to something else?? i have never laughed so hard

ok let's look at this way: if elain has to change so much, literally a complete overhaul of her canon character, to fit with az... why wouldn't sjm just write a new, more well suited character? that'd be less of a headache... oh but wait! she did!! miss gwyneth berdara would like a word. for a fandom that claims to love and respect elain when others don't, they sure do try to turn her into someone else and then project that onto gwyn stans, claiming we're self inserting and wanting her to be elain when i have never, not once, seen a gwyn stan want gwyn to be any different

i have unfortunately seen some weird and toxic gwynriels but weird and toxic e/riels far out number them. oh and for the record, i've never seen or heard of gwynriels stealing art, doxing people, harassing sjm's irl friends and publisher, faking cancer, or telling sjm they'd harm her child if they didn't get their way so... really it's like comparing apples to oranges

anyway (most) e/riels suck and gwynriels, alongside eluciens, are literally the glue that holds this fandom together. i love you all even if this fandom is a cesspit most of the time, thank you for making this a fun space <3

#also before a dumb bitch hops into my inbox yes i know sleeping beauty was a fairytale first #and that the written story varies heavily from the disney movie but my point stands #sjm takes inspiration from both #asks #anonymous #antielriel #anti e/riel

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anglerflsh · 3 years

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both of them should be trans, because I say so

#[.art]#aa #ace attorney #'but in canon it wouldn't make sense' shut up. Have you seen how they dress. No cis men look like that.#phoenix wright #miles edgeworth

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comfortbucky · 3 years

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𝘁𝗿𝘂𝗲 𝗻𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗵: 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝟯

gif credit: @buckysbarnes <3

summary: we get some reader x riley action in this chapter! also a lot of character development for the reader so once again i know this is literally the slowest of burns but pls bear with me guys :) also! this is the last chapter that will be following ca:ws, so the next one will be taking place during ca:cw. i'm skipping over movies that do not have bucky bc if i didn't..... we would be here for A WHILE folks 🤣

but i am more than willing to write headcanons about certain time periods!!!! :)

pairing: bucky x fem!reader

warnings: canon level violence, we go into detail regarding the readers time in HYDRA's captivity so mentions of that, violence, things along those lines

A/N: i skipped over steve saving bucky on the helicarrier and then bucky saving steve from the river at the end of winter soldier only because i wouldn't want to change a single thing to the scene (it is perfect and should remain untouched!!!!!!!!!) and i don't think i could truly do it justice by rewriting it 🤣 so if u want to see it u should definitely!!! go back and rewatch it :)

as always i would love to hear any feedback, comments, or suggestions u guys have!!!!!!!!🥰

if u would like to be added to the taglist, pls send me a message! :)

word count: 4k

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Y/N, Steve, Sam, and Agent Hill made their way over from their secure hideout to S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters. Once they had arrived, they were able to infiltrate the comm system room where Steve started speaking into the PA system.

“But the price of freedom is high. It always has been. And it’s a price I’m willing to pay. And if I’m the only one, then so be it. But I’m willing to bet I’m not.”

The last few sentences of his speech elicited a repressed memory in Y/N’s brain.

She knew she should have listened to Riley, but she had seen some movement in the trees below and wanted to do a quick surveillance check. Y/N loved him, unbeknownst to Riley, but hated how he always seemed to be right. Her stubbornness had led her to have her flight suit pack shot, forcing her to crash land. The impact of her landing caused her comm systems to malfunction as well, leaving her stranded. Riley and Sam knew the general area that Y/N flew towards, but the forest was so vast, it would be a while before they could track her.

Y/N groaned as she started to stand up, body sore from her, not-so elegant, landing. She’d only recently started to learn how to use the Falcon suit. Before she could begin to assess her surroundings to try and figure out where she was, Y/N heard rustling noises from her left. She froze, hoping that whoever or whatever was nearby, wouldn’t be able to sense her presence if she held her breath. Unfortunately for her, a nearby HYDRA agent was using thermal imaging cameras which gave her away. Y/N felt the back of her head being hit before passing out.

When she awoke, she found herself sitting in a chair, hands handcuffed behind her and her feet chained to the chair. Panic washed over her but she quickly took a deep breath to relax. She knew that getting worked up would only make things worse for her.

Riley and Sam will find me.

She shut her eyes and repeated that statement over and over again in her mind, almost as if saying it enough times would summon them.

“Sergeant L/N, you’re finally awake.” Y/N’s eyes shot open at the sound of an unfamiliar voice. Standing in front of her, was a man dressed in a black military-style suit with an octopus logo on his collar. HYDRA.

“Ah, Lieutenant Asswipe, how lovely to see you,” Y/N smirked as the man’s face bunched up in anger.

“You may want to choose your next words wisely, Sergeant.” The man moved his face closer to hers, in an attempt to intimidate her. “Or your life won’t be the only one in danger,” he said, smirking. Y/N glared at him, hoping he didn’t see the fear in her eyes from his threat. She knew that Riley and Sam were probably in the surrounding area, and if HYDRA had spotted her and taken her in, there was no reason for her to believe they could do the same to them. The man stepped back and started to pace back and forth as he continued. “As long as you cooperate with us, we shouldn’t have any problems.”

“What the hell do you want?” Y/N hissed at him. He paused his pacing to turn his head towards her.

“The EXO-7 Falcon suit. Tell me how it is manufactured and operated.”

“I don’t know.” Y/N’s reply was met with a slap to her face. Her eyes began to fill with tears from the stinging pain, so she bit her lip to prevent any tears from falling before looking back up at the man.

“I will ask you again, and you may want to reconsider your previous answer.” He bent down to meet Y/N at eye level. “Tell me about the EXO-7 Falcon suit.”

“I already told you, I don’t know.” This time, the man punched her across the face. Y/N spit blood that had started to pool in her mouth from her now split lip. The man sighed and turned around to exit the room. He took a couple of steps before pausing to speak, keeping his body facing forward.

“You’re not ready to talk to me. That’s fine. But you will want to be ready by the time someone else returns.” He left the room and Y/N heard the door lock behind him. She immediately went to work, trying to escape from her chains.

After about an hour of trying to break loose, Y/N realized her efforts were useless. Even if she was able to release herself, there was nowhere to go. She was trapped inside a concrete room, with the only port of exit being the locked door in front of her. Y/N muttered curses to herself as her mind raced, trying to figure out what to do. She wasn’t sure how much time had passed, with no frame of reference to try and determine what time of day it was before she realized she had no escape options.

Every round of interrogation was worse than the last. Once a day, she assumed, as she still had no reference of time, someone would come in and try to find out information about the Falcon suits. Y/N didn’t have to look at a mirror to know she looked like shit. She had been starved for what felt like weeks, receiving the occasional piece of stale bread and some water. On top of that, she had been beaten to a pulp. Her left eye bruised, she had a split lip, probably a broken nose, fractured or broken ribs, and last, but certainly not least, a long cut on the side of her abdomen.

Y/N had finally started to feel her body give out. She wasn’t sure how much longer she would last in HYDRA’s hands. Eyes closed shut, Y/N allowed her body to relax in her chair, trying to feel some semblance of peace. Suddenly, the door swung open, causing her eyes to shoot open and see a cloud of smoke blocking her view. Adrenaline pumped through her body, preparing her for another beating. She wasn’t sure if she could endure another interrogation, but hell if she wouldn’t go down fighting.

“Y/N?” A sense of relief washed over her. Riley.

“Riley?” She managed to croak out, coughing from the smoke entering the room. Y/N saw a figure move towards her, eventually being able to see Riley’s face emerge from the smoke. “Riley.” Tears immediately started to stream down her face as Riley embraced her in his arms. He pulled back to look at her and his heart immediately broke after seeing her injuries.

“I’m here, I’m here, Y/N,” Riley said, as he moved pieces of Y/N’s hair out of her face and rested his hand on her cheek.

“My knight in shining armor,” She teased.

“Glad to see HYDRA didn’t take your humor from ya, princess.”

Y/N ignored the warm feeling she got from hearing Riley’s term of endearment as he helped her get out of her handcuffs. Once she was released, he grabbed her hand and started to lead her towards the exit. She suddenly stopped and Riley quickly turned around to see what the hold-up was.

“My Falcon suit! We can’t leave it here.”

“It self-destructed as soon as HYDRA tried to take it apart; the Air Force embedded it as a security measure. Come on!” Riley gently pulled Y/N’s arm and she quickly followed behind. She would follow him anywhere. Before they made it out of HYDRA’s base, the man who she spoke to when she first got captured was waiting by the exit. Riley defensively stood in front of Y/N, arm extended out to shield her. The man in front of them chuckled.

“Several of your team members have paid with their lives in exchange for yours. Is that the price of your freedom? Are you really worth that much?”

Y/N clenched her fists, glaring at the man. She was about to reply with a snarky comment when Riley spoke up.

“She’s worth the world.”

Y/N quickly turned to face Riley in response to his confession. He kept his eyes forward, staring intently at the man. The man began to chuckle before his laughter was abruptly cut off by a blow to the head. He was effectively knocked out and fell forward, revealing Sam to be standing behind him.

“Someone needed to shut him up,” Sam shrugged. “And we need to get the hell out of here.”

The three of them quickly escaped the facility, with Sam and Riley taking flight with their Falcon suits, Riley holding Y/N, bridal style, in his arms. She felt her eyes close, exhausted from the torture she had endured for the past several weeks. Riley felt her muscles relax and held her a little bit closer to him. After having her gone from him for so long, he realized he never wanted to be that far apart again.

Y/N woke up in an infirmary bed, eyes fluttering open to see Riley sat in a chair next to her, asleep. She smiled and started to attempt to sit up in bed, wincing from the pain. That was enough to wake Riley up and he shot out of his chair to help her.

“I’m fine, Riley.”

“You’re hurt, you need help,” Riley grabbed her hand and placed his other one on the small of her back as he helped her sit up. Y/N’s cheeks flushed red as she held onto his hand. He smiled softly at her and she immediately melted. She waited for him to release his hand from hers, but he never did. Instead, he pulled up his chair with his free hand, keeping a firm grip on hers. She gave his hand a light squeeze as she stared into his eyes.

“Thank you for saving me.”

“Anytime, princess.”

Y/N quickly shifted her gaze down, feeling her face heat up. She felt a hand gently cup her cheek and looked up to meet Riley’s eyes again. If it were anyone else, she probably would have flinched, after having been tortured by HYDRA, but she felt safe in his presence. Y/N studied Riley’s eyes with hers. She had always found them to be so beautiful, emerald green with specks of gold scattered throughout. Her thoughts were interrupted by Riley’s voice.

“I meant what I said back there,” Riley slowly leaned closer to her, watching for any signs from Y/N to stop. There weren’t any, so he continued, speaking in almost a whisper. “You’re worth the world, Y/N.”

Y/N let go of Riley’s hand to hold his face with both her hands and closed the space between them as she placed a gentle kiss on his lips, careful to not further injure her already split lip. They pulled away, resting their foreheads on each other.

“You’re my entire world, Riley.”

“Did you write that down first, or was it off the top of your head?” Sam’s comment pulled Y/N back from her memories. Steve gave Sam a smile before heading out to the launch pad, Sam and Y/N following behind.

“Hey, Cap, how do we know the good guys from the bad guys?” Sam asked, running beside Steve and Y/N.

“If they’re shooting at you, they’re bad.”

“I figured that’d be obvious,” Y/N shot Sam a smirk and he rolled his eyes in response.

The three ran off a ledge, Y/N and Sam taking flight in separate directions, while Steve landed on a lower level of the launch pad. As Sam approached one of the helicarriers, the sensors started to fire missiles at him.

“Hey Cap, I found those bad guys you were talking about.”

“You okay?” Steve spoke into his earpiece, seeking cover behind storage crates.

“I’m not dead yet.”

“Be careful, Sam.” Sam could sense the worry in Y/N’s voice. After losing Riley, he knew she was always concerned about him. He was about to reply when Agent Hill’s voice came onto the comm system.

“Falcon 1, status?”

“Engaging.” Sam flew towards the helicarrier, skillfully dodging the bullets fired at him.

“Wait, why does he get to be Falcon 1?” Y/N interjected.

“Not the time, Y/N.” He made his landing, kicking a guard in the process. He turned around to shoot at another armed guard, surveilling the area. “Alright, I’m in.” Suddenly, a jet turned the corner and started to open fire on Sam. “Oh, shit!”

Y/N whipped her head around to locate Sam upon hearing him yell. She was taking cover from the shots being fired at her from the helicarrier she was targeting. Y/N watched as Sam stepped off his helicarrier backward, shooting at the jet as he fell back. He caught himself, wings spreading out. Y/N didn’t take a moment to think before flying towards him.

They flew side by side, dodging the bullets being shot at them from the jet.

“What the hell are you doing?”

“I’ll distract them, just get your target blade in.” Y/N didn’t give Sam time to object before flying in the opposite direction, firing off at the jet to gain its attention.

Steve’s voice came on the comms, “Alpha lock.”

Agent Hill spoke next, “Falcon 1, where are you now?”

“Had to take a detour,” Sam replied. “But I’m in now.” He accessed the mainframe of the helicarrier, replacing one of the target blades with his. “Bravo lock,” He said, before diving off the platform to catch up with Steve.

“Two down, one to go,” Agent Hill updated the trio. “Falcon 2, what’s your status?”

Y/N was attempting to land on the last helicarrier when the jet behind her set off heat-seeking missiles, forcing her to divert her course.

“Kind of in the middle of something right now.” She flew towards another incoming fighter jet, missiles following right behind her. Before crashing into the oncoming jet, she folded her wings up at the last second, free-falling, as the missiles collided with the jet. The original jet wasn’t able to slow down in time and crashed into the debris, causing an explosion. Y/N quickly spread her wings out to take flight again and headed back towards the last helicarrier.

Sam had flown Steve over to the last helicarrier, waiting for Y/N who had the last chip.

“You know, you’re a lot heavier than you look,” Sam stated, dropping Steve onto the landing platform.

“I had a big breakfast,” Steve replied back. “Y/N, we’re at the last helicarrier. Meet us here and I’ll get the last target blade in,” Steve spoke into his earpiece, before getting shoved off the platform by the Winter Soldier.

“Steve!” Sam yelled, leaping to rescue him from falling. Before he could, the Winter Soldier grabbed a hold of one of Sam’s wings, throwing him back. Sam regained his balance in the air and began to fire at the Soldier. He retreated, allowing Sam to fly away, before using a grappling hook to wrap around Sam’s foot and slam him down on the ground, ripping off one of his wings. The Soldier ran to Sam, kicking him off the platform. As Sam was hurtling towards the ground, he released his other wing from his pack and launched his parachute to land safely on the ground.

As Y/N approached the last carrier, she saw Steve hanging off a ledge and immediately streamlined towards him. She grabbed him and brought him back onto the ledge.

“Cap! Y/N! Come in, you guys okay?” Sam’s panicked voice came through their earpieces.

“Don’t worry, I got him, Sam,” Y/N replied, giving Steve a pat on the back, as she took a moment to catch her breath. Steve grinned before responding to Sam.

“We’re on the helicarrier, where are you?”

“I’m grounded,” Sam said in defeat. “The suit’s down. Sorry guys.”

“Don’t worry,” Steve replied back, placing a hand on Y/N’s shoulder while he gave her a reassuring smile. “We got it.”

Agent Hill noticed Rumlow on the security cameras, headed towards the Council, where Natasha and Fury were, and informed Sam. He ran off to take care of Rumlow while Y/N and Steve rushed to place the last target blade.

Y/N ran across the catwalk to put the chip in before getting shoved to the side by the Winter Soldier. The target blade flew out of her hands, landing in the space between where Steve and the Soldier were standing. They were facing each other, on opposite ends of the catwalk. Y/N remained on the ground, scared that if she moved a muscle, the Soldier would attack. She knew it wasn’t really Bucky who was standing before her, carefully thinking about her next move.

“People are gonna die, Buck.” Steve was met with silence, as the Soldier stared blankly at him. Steve continued. “I can’t let that happen.” Y/N watched as the men continued to stare at each other, neither of them making the first move. “Please don’t make me do this,” he said, his eyes silently begging the man before him to let him pass peacefully. The Soldier’s face remained unchanged, forcing Steve to narrow his eyes and throw his shield at the Soldier as he quickly launched himself forward to grab the target blade. Y/N took that as her signal to get up and help. With the Soldier focused on fighting Steve, Y/N entered the code to access the rest of the helicarrier’s target blades. She took one of them out, a spot waiting for Steve to place the last one in.

She turned to see the Soldier tackle Steve, throwing them both off the ledge and onto the glass panels below. Y/N launched into action, flying down to distract the Soldier in order to give Steve a chance to put the last chip in. She swooped in, kicking the Soldier in the process, as Steve scrambled to grab the target blade that slipped out of his hands.

“One minute!” Agent Hill’s voice shouted into their earpieces, causing Steve to start climbing back up towards the catwalk to insert the last target blade.

The Soldier recovered quickly, latching onto Y/N’s foot with his metal arm to slam her to the ground. She kicked out of his grasp and stood up to stand face to face with the Soldier. He swung a punch at her and she dodged but ended up getting stabbed in the shoulder from a knife in his other hand in the process. She yelled out in pain before landing a kick to his chest, pushing him away from her. Y/N held pressure over her wound, panting, as the Soldier started to charge towards her again. She swiftly dodged him, moving out of the way, using her wings to jump onto his shoulders, pulling him to the ground, holding him in a chokehold. The Soldier’s arms frantically clawed at her legs, trying to free himself, but she held on tight, slowly feeling him lose consciousness. She let out a sigh of exasperation as she released him from her grip and slowly started to stand up. Y/N looked up at Steve, watching as he put the last target blade in.

“Charlie lock.” Steve turned to see that Y/N had flown up to the catwalk to meet him.

“Okay, guys. Get out of there,” Agent Hill said as she got ready to initiate the helicarriers attack on themselves. Steve turned to Y/N.

“You need to get out of here now.” Y/N shook her head furiously.

“You’re coming with me,” she shot back with a hint of desperation in her voice. Steve sighed.

“I’m not leaving him,” Steve glanced in Bucky’s direction, realizing that he wouldn’t be unconscious for much longer. “I can’t.”

Y/N wanted to refuse to leave, not wanting to possibly lose Steve like she lost Riley. But she thought about how she might act if she were in Steve’s position, with Riley in place of Bucky. And she knew then what she had to do. She threw her arms around Steve, tears forming in her eyes. They pulled away from each other before Y/N flew up, stealing a quick glance at Steve, watching him make his way over to Bucky.

“Fire now,” Y/N heard Steve state firmly through her earpiece.

“But, Steve…”

“Do it! Do it now!” Maria hesitated for a moment, but ultimately obeyed Steve’s orders, initiating the attack sequence. Y/N watched the helicarriers start to fire at each other, taking each other down, as she flew away from the wreckage.

Y/N and Sam spoke softly in Steve’s hospital room, in an attempt to not wake him up from his sleep.

“It’s not like you were the first one to put on the suit,” Y/N whispered, crossing her arms over her chest. Sam sighed.

“Well, we can’t both be called Falcon.”

“Just seems a little condescending to be called ‘Falcon 2.’”

“Then we’ll call you something else,” Sam paused to think. “What about Redwing?”

“Redwing,” She said softly to herself, testing out the sound of her new name escaping her lips. It felt right, like it belonged to her. Her regular therapist appointments, since she had come back from overseas, had revealed to her that she had no idea who she was without Riley. Since her capture, she’d become dependent on him, seeking comfort in following whatever he was doing. When she returned with Riley gone and had to adjust to civilian life, Y/N had struggled to find who she wanted to be, what she wanted to do. Sam was a huge help during her recovery, encouraging her to try new things to find what she was passionate about. She’d be able to find a couple activities she enjoyed doing, helping out at the VA with Sam and working part time at a daycare, but nothing felt quite as right as fighting alongside Steve, Sam, and Natasha. She smiled to herself. Y/N knew who she was now.

“On your left.” Y/N and Sam quickly looked to their left to see Steve with an exhausted smile on his face. They smiled back at him, both letting out sighs of relief.

“I’ll go tell your nurse you’re awake,” Sam said, standing up and leaving the room. Y/N scooted closer to Steve and rested a hand on his arm. She felt her eyes swell with tears as Steve placed his other hand on hers.

“I’m alright, Y/N,” he said in response to seeing her eyes glossy with tears, causing them to both chuckle.

“I’m so glad you are.”

He let out an exhale before saying, “He pulled me from the river,” he paused. “He remembered me.”

“You’ll find him, Steve.” She said, giving his arm a squeeze. They shared a smile as Sam returned with Steve’s nurse.

Y/N, Sam, and Steve were standing at Fury’s grave, as the man himself approached them from behind, walking past them to get a good look.

“So, you’ve experienced this sort of thing before,” he stated, referring to Steve.

“You get used to it.”

Fury kept his gaze on his tombstone as he spoke. “We’ve been data mining HYDRA’s files,” he turned to face Steve. “Looks like a lot of rats didn’t go down with the ship. I’m headed to Europe tonight.” Steve looked at Fury before looking back down at the ground. “Wanted to ask if you’d come.”

Steve kept his focus on the ground. “There’s something I got to do first.” He looked back up at Fury, who had already turned to Sam.

“How about you, Wilson? Could use a man with your abilities.” Sam glanced over at Steve before turning to reply to Fury.

“I’m more of a soldier than a spy.” Fury nodded and looked at Y/N, already knowing her mind was made up from the look in her eyes.

“I think I should stay here,” she said, looking at Sam and Steve before shifting her attention back to Fury. “Keep an eye on these two.”

Fury chuckled, “Alright, then.” He turned to shake the trio’s hands. “Anybody asks for me, tell them they can find me, right here,” he stated, tipping his head in the direction of his grave.

“You should be honored,” The three of them turned to the sound of Natasha’s voice. She walked over with a grin on her face as she continued. “That’s about as close as he gets to saying thank you.”

Y/N and Sam gave the two space to talk. Sam crossed his arms as he exhaled.

“I have a feeling that I’m gonna have to tell Carl to take over my sessions at the VA.” Y/N chuckled in response.

“Carl has big shoes to fill and crappy snacks to give out.” They shared a laugh together before a wave of silence washed over them.

Sam broke the silence, "I'm really glad you're here Y/N." She smiled.

"Me too."

They watched as Natasha handed a file to Steve and kissed his cheek before walking away. Y/N and Sam made their way over to Steve.

“You’re going after him,” Sam watched as Steve opened the file Natasha had given him.

“You don’t have to come with me,” Steve spoke as his gaze was locked on a small, wallet-sized, picture of Bucky from the 40s.

Y/N and Sam shared a look between each other before turning to Steve.

“We know.” Y/N placed a hand on Steve’s shoulder. Sam took a step forward to stand next to Steve.

“When do we start?”

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curioskitty · 3 years

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THE・Rarest Bakugou

Given Bakugou-kun's description as a "juvenile delinquent" (Horikoshi sensei uses the term 不良少年, or furyou shounen, meaning juvenile delinquent boy), it's expected that he wouldn't conform to standard. So obviously, it's not possible to find Bakugou-kun wearing a tie properly................

What is up with this perfectly tied nonsense right here?!

Bakugou-kun, I thought I knew you!!! THE LIES! THE BETRAYAL!!!

But, it's probably just a fluke. You didn't mean it, right Horikoshi-sensei?

WTF?! WHY?!!! Horikoshi-sensei?!

Yep. Contrary to expectations, Bakugou-kun wearing a tie correctly only ranks at Ultra Rare status: difficult to find, but not impossible.

So, what's rarer than a tie-wearing Bakugou-kun? Go Beyond, Plus Ultra Rare Bakugou!

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

In fact, it's even harder to find Bakugou-kun wearing a tie improperly. Given proto-Bakugou's loose tie design, I would have expected that to be the likelier delinquent-esque tie option. But I've only seen Horikoshi-sensei draw him like this once:

(Horikoshi-sensei's one year celebration illustration. This is still fairly early in the publication.)

On top of that, Bakugou-kun consistently wears his uniform tie-less and with at least one button undone on his shirt collar. His pants are always slung low on his hips and legs bunching up at his feet (except when he had to wear jeans for Best Jeanist). You can even see panels where Horikoshi-sensei drew in the rips at the hems near the heel where they drag on the ground.

So why the inconsistency, Horikoshi-sensei? I see you over there, stop pretending you didn't notice. I know you're paying attention.

Horikoshi-sensei gave proto-Bakugou a loosened tie, so what is the reasoning for taking Bakugou-kun's tie away?

Some No-Tie Theories

Fan Theory #1: HE DOESN'T KNOW HOW

//Like Midoriya-kun, Bakugou-kun came from a middle school with gakuran uniforms. They never learned how to tie them. Midoriya-kun messes up his tie, while Bakugou-kun doesn't even bother to try.//

I actually think this is the least likely reason. Bakugou-kun was designed to be a naturally talented genius. I think this applies to anything he wants to do. If he does something, it's always perfectly done.

Bakugou-kun can (and does if you look above) tie it perfectly when necessary.

CONCLUSION: If Bakugou-kun doesn't do something, it's completely out of personal preference or because he doesn't see a reason to.

Fan Theory #2: REBELLIOUS NATURE

//Bakugou-kun is a delinquent and maintains that image because he thinks it looks cool. Or maybe he is rebelling against fashion designer parents. Either way, because of his family background he knows how to tie a tie, but wants to be a rebel.//

I'd give partial points for this one. I'm pretty sure he wears his pants loose at least partially because he thinks it looks cool. However, Bakugou-kun's parents were noted to be designers and not specifically fashion designers.

Despite appearances, this is the kid that sleeps at 8:30pm, doesn't break school rules, and yells at his friends for smoking.

He zips up the collar on his gym track suit all the way. Both the summer and winter versions get the same treatment. He doesn't feel the need to "make a statement" by wearing his track uniform incorrectly. Outside of class, he can and does sometimes wear his track jacket unzipped, but during class he always wears it properly.

So then why does Bakugou-kun refuse to wear the band T-shirt and Christmas party Santa outfit? Because he isn't cooperative. In Ultra Analysis, his Cooperativeness Stat was the lowest rank: E.

CONCLUSION: Bakugou-kun may be non-conformist and uncooperative, but he isn't a rebel.

Fan Theory #3: TRAUMA/PTSD

//This is one of the more popular theories. Between Dabi grabbing his neck, the Sludge Villain and being restrained at the School Festival, our boy has been through the wringer. As a result, he just doesn't like stuff around his neck because it gives him anxiety.//

The Western Fandom is definitely concerned about the mental health of the kids. But I don't actually think this is the reason. Not that I don't think they all need some therapy and self care, especially right now, but there just isn't evidence for this specific trauma in Bakugou-kun.

He wears scarves and even turtle necks without a problem.

On top of that, Bakugou-kun ALSO unbuttoned the top button of his shirt and gakuran in middle school; even from before the Sludge Villain incident. There isn't any evidence Bakugou-kun changed his dressing habits due to trauma. He wore a scarf to the entrance exam for UA, too.

CONCLUSION: Bakugou-kun has ALWAYS worn his shirts with the top button unbuttoned.

These 3 theories are inadequate, too. Even if they did explain the reasons Bakugou-kun doesn't wear a uniform tie, they don't factor in the reasoning for why he DOES wear his other ties properly sometimes.

HC#1: Bakugou-kun's preference

Bakugou-kun doesn't seem to care about his image and how "extras" see him. Even during the press interviews after his hero debut, he wore the same style of open collar look. He's not shy about being nude or taking his shirt off.

But what he hates is being uncomfortable.

He is "explosively brawny". Just look at how thick Bakugou-kun's neck is when compared to Midoriya-kun's. It isn't just that Midoriya-kun is supposed to be scrawny, but also that Bakugou-kun has a thicker than average neck.

Bakugou-kun doesn't like to button up his shirts all the way because it's uncomfortable. It's reasonable that he zips his track suit and everything else up because those are looser at the neck or made of stretchier materials.

As for why he doesn't wear the uniform tie at all... Don't forget Bakugou-kun is a perfectionist and a bit of a neat freak.

He always tucks his shirt in. For the band performance he wore a collared black dress shirt. From what we saw of his room, it's minimalist and clean. I don't see him wanting to look like a slob.

A sloppy loose tie would probably irritate him more than just not wearing it (which is even funnier when you think about Midoriya-kun's chonk tie. It probably makes him want to strangle Midoriya-kun, or maybe just tie it himself...)

Bakugou-kun has difficulties compromising when it comes to his high standards. So if he has to wear it, it's going to be either 0% or 100%.

HC#2: Explosiveness

Why draw Bakugou-kun with either 0% tie or 100% tie? If Horikoshi-sensei is going for a delinquent image, wouldn't the 50% tie option make more sense?

Taking a look again at Bakugou-kun's profile page, Horikoshi-sensei describes him to be explosive in every way. That includes his whole body being "explosively brawny", but also adds a note that he looks slender in clothes.

Horikoshi-sensei put an effort to make every element of Bakugou-kun's character in some state of either fully compressed or explosive.

His slimming clothes, general appearance and even his speech patterns are highly compressed (blunt/terse) and loud. The extremes of his attitude are compressed too; if Bakugou-kun is not loudly raging, then he's quietly observing.

This contrast is key to his character. You can't explode if you aren't compressed first. It's supposed to be shocking to see how brawny he actually is under his slenderizing clothes. And I always feel shocked whenever I see this kid compressed into a tie.

HC#3: Deku & Kacchan

These two are set apart from the class by design and very much on purpose. Horikoshi-sensei designed them to be at opposite ends of the same spectrum.

If Bakugou-kun has muscular arms, then Midoriya-kun needs muscular legs. If Midoriya-kun buttons up his shirt all the way to the collar, then Bakugou-kun's collar has to be loose. Their designs reflect their connection.

So if Midoriya-kun has a poorly tied tie, the opposite of that is either non-existant or perfectly tied. If it's perfectly tied, he'd just blend in with the class.

The no-tie option just makes more sense.

Plus Ultra Rare Bakugou

Horikoshi-sensei only ever draws Bakugou-kun with a tie in specific scenarios. Costume events that require the neck tie as part of the costume or "fancy" events where everyone is in formal wear. And even in those, Bakugou-kun manages to not wear his tie 90% of the time.

So, I just imagine that when Horikoshi-sensei makes Bakugou-kun wear his tie, he's super grumpy! Just look at his face in every illustration he's wearing a tie in. He's probably hot, uncomfortable, and really not enjoying himself at all.

Ultimately, the "Plus Ultra Rare Bakugou" is a Bakugou-kun who wears the tie and SMILES while doing it.

(Yes, I know that's NOT actually a tie. Shut up Bakugou-kun. You're only smirking in this one because you won the Popularity Poll for the 5th time in a row...)

(Well that's random, you say? Welcome to my blog. Considering the stuff going down on canon, I figured I should give fans, and myself, a break from angst to talk about something silly.

Please note that this applies only to the manga. I've found that the anime isn't quite so strict about how Bakugou-kun looks.

Regarding the headcanons, I just want to clarify that everyone is free to think whatever they like. I enjoy all headcanons and support your right to have them.

I wrote this a while ago and then debated posting it because it's such a huge meta about... Bakugou-kun's tie. I had regrets. But now it's become my new years post. Regrets were for 2020, it's already 2021!

Demons out, fortune in!!! I know it's not setsubun for another month, but 2020 was such a demon.

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!)

#why did i write this #does this even qualify as meta #bnha headcanons #bakugou katsuki #bnha randomness #bnha spoilers #bkdk #bakudeku #decchan #if you squint #bnha meta #boku no hero manga #Bakugou Katsuki's tie

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cyro-starfire · 3 years

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Cyro meeting Lemon Monster for the first time - Lemcy fic

⚠️WARNINGS FOR THIS FIC: OC X CANON, VIOLENCE, CUSSING, KISSING, CRINGE⚠️

Character colors

Blue - Boyfriend

Red - Girlfriend

Green - Pico

Pink - Cyro

Orange - Lemon Monster

The night was still young, the stars shine brightly throughout the night sky, the full moon also gave a brilliant light that made the night seem less dark. Pico, Girlfriend, Boyfriend, and Cyro were having as friend's night out, just the four of them. They generally used their time in the night to goof around and have fun, visiting parks, getting ice cream and just messing around with each other.

As the night grew they decided to sleep over at Pico's place for the night, Girlfriend told her parents about it so they wouldn't panic if Girlfriend didn't get home tonight. On their way to Pico's house Pico noticed the mansion that Girlfriend's parent's had owned, the same one where Bee and Gee met the spooky kids Skid and Pump.

"Ayo, Bee, ain't that the same house you met those kids in?" Pico asked Boyfriend. "Hrm?" Boyfriend looked over and noticed the house. "Oh yeah, it is, what about it?" "Well ain't it also the same house where you told me you like dissed a weird lemon headed monster thing?" Pico added. "Uhh...y-yeah...? Where are you going with this Pico?" Boyfriend asked slightly nervous of what Pico's intentions could've possibly been...

"Well, it's been a long ass time since I had a good scare, not even Cassandra's stupid ass could scare me, you said the guy was genuinely terrifying, I wanna be the judge of that shit!" Pico exclaimed. "DUDE! ARE YOU FUCKIN INSANE? THAT FUCKER WANTED TO EAT ME AND BAE!" Boyfriend responded with a shocked screech. "Dude come on, how bad can it be for me? Besides, Gee can't die remember?" Pico tried to remind Boyfriend. "But he was still fucking creepy, even for a dearest like me." Girlfriend admitted.

"For real?" Pico asked, astounded by Girlfriend of all people admitting that. "Yeah dude." "Well if that's the case, i think it's about time you introduced me to him!" Pico chuckled. "DUDE NO! ARE YOU FUCKING CRAZY?! PLUS WHAT IF CYRO GETS HURT?!" Girlfriend states to Pico, obviously not happy that he would want to do something this reckless and life threatening. Pico looked at Cyro and felt bad that he almost forgot that they were there..."Well...you guys know I'll shoot up anything hostile." He responds bluntly. "Come on, it'll be worth it, i wanna meet this fucker" Girlfriend and Boyfriend looked at each other and then looked at Cyro for their input.

"o-o-oh uhm..." Cyro was taken aback by the situation being suddenly focused around them. "Do you think you'll be able to handle this shit Cy?" Boyfriend asks the alien in a gentle tone, as to not put more stress on Cy. "w-w-well i-i m-m-mean uh...i-i guess it sh-shouldn't b-be too b-bad if P-Pico is the o-one protecting us..." They replied quietly but not too quiet to where Bee and Gee couldn't hear. "You sure?" "I-I'm p-positive! P-Please don't w-worry about m-me too m-much!" Cyro reassures the two. Bee and Gee look at Cyro for a while and sighed. "Alright just...stay close to us alright?" Cyro nods in response.

Girlfriend finally responded to Pico "Okay, fine we'll go in again..." Pico cheered. "HELL YEAH! LES FUCKING GO!!!" Pico screamed out in joy as he immediately darted towards the mansion and wasted no time to get in, the other three followed but not as enthusiastic as Pico, they were more reluctant if anything, especially Girlfriend...

The inside of the mansion felt as dead and haunted as the first time Girlfriend and Boyfriend went inside it together for the first time. "I still hate looking at the inside of this hellscape babe..." Boyfriend shuddered. "Me too honey bun..." "Awe come on you guys are pussies!" Pico giggled. "EASY FOR YOU TO SAY MAN, YOU FUCKING KILLED A HUGE ASS ALIEN WHEN WE WERE IN FUCKING SCHOOL!" Boyfriend screeched at Pico in anger only making Pico laugh more. Cyro was shaking like a leaf, clinging tightly onto Girlfriend's red dress. "Y-You okay Cy?" Girlfriend asked, worried about the shivering alien. "i-i-i-i-i'm g-g-g-good..." Cyro whimpered silently.

"Okay this was obviously a bad idea, I'm pretty sure this place alone is gonna make Cy have a huge panic attack.." Boyfriend sighed but was cut off by Cyro. "N-N-NO! I-i-i-i-i'm okay, i-i promise...i-i-it's j-j-j-just c-c-cold here..." "You sure Cy?" Pico asked, concerned as well. "Y-Yeah...t-trust me g-guys i-i'm fine!" The alien tried their best to reassure the three, which only resulting in Pico, Bee and Gee sighing in unison, they couldn't just back out on this so quickly...right...?

After some time of exploring the mansion, it did take some time for Pico to get genuinely spooked by the place... "Wow...y'all weren't fuckin around..." He chuckled nervously. "This place is creepy as fuck...why do your parents even own this place to begin with Gee?" Girlfriend shrugged "I don't know man, sometimes they don't even make sense to me..." She responds. "Wait, so you admit your scared then?" Boyfriend asks with a slight giggle.

"WH-WHAT?! N-NO?! I AIN'T FUCKIN SCARED BEE!!" "Ya sure Pico?" Boyfriend giggled even more. "Your sure acting like your scared!" "THERE'S A FUCKIN DIFFERENCE WITH BEING SCARED AND BEING CREEPED OUT YOU FUCK NUT, GET THAT THROUGH YOUR THICK ASS HEAD!" "Okay but your stuttering, your clearly pissing yourself dude." "NO I FUCKIN AIN'T!" "Yeah you are!" "SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!" Pico screamed. And thus, an argument began with the two boys, Girlfriend sighed. Some things never really do change, do they? Cyro looked away from the arguing boys only to be met with an odd looking shadow in the distance. "h-h-h-huh?"

"g-g-guys...?" Cyro tried to get everyone's attention but they couldn't be heard over Boyfriend and Pico so they had to try again "G-Guys?" Still not being heard over, so Cyro took a deep breath and reluctantly scream to get their attention. "GUYS!" With them finally being heard all three of them turned their heads to look at the quivering alien. "Is something wrong Cy?"

"u-uh y-yeah, WHAT TH-THE FUCK IS THAT?!" The alien screeched in terror pointing at the lemon shaped shadow that was hiding behind a door. "What's wh- oh...oh no..." "B-B-Bee...?" "What the fu..." The shadow suddenly had a visible smile and finally spoke. "Well, well, well~ what do we have here~? A three course meal~? How thoughtful of you all~!" The voice was deep, soothing, and mesmerizing. The creature slowly opened the door and stepped out.

As seen through the shadow it had a yellow, lemon shaped head, it's eyes were huge with wide pupils within them, it's teeth were uncomfortably crooked, it's neck was a velvet red and the rest of it's body was a pitch, raven black, it had two fingers on each hand, and it had only two toes on each foot. The creature was very tall in compared to the four other beings within the room, it towered over all of them.

"It has been quite a long while since i have seen you two~! And i see you've brought that little schizophrenic ginger friend of yours~! And-" the monster paused to look at Cyro behind Girlfriend, still scared out of their mind. "Well now~! Who's this little friend of yours~? They look rather...appetizing~ in more ways then one if i must be so bold to say~!" He said, attempting to slowly approach Cy but was stopped by Girlfriend. "Don't go near them...O R E L S E . . ." She warned it with a growl, which only made the lemon headed monster roll its eyes in annoyance. "And you still don't know how to not be so RUDE..." The monster growled.

"Better not try jack shit bitch, i know how to use this thing." Pico aimed the gun towards the monster which only made it boom with laughter. "You think a puny little weapon like that scares me? How adorable~!" It chuckled before lunging at Girlfriend and attacked her which made Pico start firing bullets at the creature, and Cy ran as fast as they could into an empty hallway. Boyfriend stood still, he didn't wanna engage in the violence, he didn't sign up for this shit man...

After the monster and Girlfriend fought, monster while doing a number on Girlfriend decided that enough damage was done and went after Cyro. Pico and Boyfriend, instead of knowing Girlfriend can easily heal, and going after the monster and making sure he doesn't hurt them, went to Girlfriend to see if she was okay, Cyro was sobbing and whimpering while running, wanting to be home right now and not here.

"FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK!!! I KNEW THIS WAS A BAD IDEA WHY DID I TRY TO LOOK BRAVE FOR EVERYONE HHHH!!!!" The alien screamed internally and wished that they were just honest so that none of this would be happening right now, after some running they found themself in a dead end, and what was worse is that they could hear the monster's footsteps. "NONONONONONONONONONO PLEASE PLEASE OH PLEASE I DON'T WANNA DIE, WHY ME, WHY ME. WHY ME!!!" As much as they hated themself, but they were still terrified of dying, especially like this...

The monster got closer and closer until he was visible again which only heightened Cyro's anxiety, their heart was pounding through their chest and their breathing was rapid, they could barley think straight at all. "There you are my dear~!" The monster cooed. "p-p-p-please leave m-m-me alone..." They whimpered quietly. "Oh don't worry dear~! I won't kill you~! Will i possibly hurt you? Maybe, but then again..." He got closer to them and pinned them against the wall, he slowly put his two fingered claws against their face, and caressed their face gently.

"I would feel guilty if i caused any sort of harm to an adorable and beautiful creature such as yourself~!" It whispered in their ear making Cyro blush deeply and shudder they were so confused by this behavior. "You know, i normally don't have such feelings for prey...but you...your different..." The monster explained to Cyro. "wh-what d-do you m-mean...?" "I mean what i mean my sweet cherry cake~! Your seem like such a delicate creature~!" The monster slowly moved it's claws under Cyro's chin and began to rub the bottom of their chin gently. Cyro couldn't help but purr at the sensation.

The monster chuckled at Cyro's purring, they were so adorable. "Perhaps i won't eat you~ your so sweet, I'm afraid that if I eat you, I'll get a cavity~!" The monster joked. Cyro didn't respond, they only continued to purr at the monster rubbing their chin, until he took his claw away from their chin which only made them whine. "wh-why'd y-you st-" they were interrupted by the monster giving them a soft and gentle kiss on the lips, which surprised Cyro at first, but they slowly sunk into the kiss and kissed the monster back. There was some time before they broke away from the kiss, Cyro panted softly while looking at the creature

The monster chuckled. "While i would love to keep you, i fear that i have aggravated your friends enough, so unfortunately this will be goodbye for now, but i will be back soon, my little prey, until we meet again~!" The monster whispered to them beore giving them a kiss on the cheek and disappeared into the shadows again. Which only left Cyro in confusion but at the same time, they felt like they've fallen in love again.

After some time Pico, Boyfriend and Girlfriend found Cy, fortunately for them Cyro was okay, and the four of them darted out of the house as soon as fucking possible. Cyro never really forgot about that day ever since...

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jonsa-creatives · 7 years

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Hi could I please submit this prompt: "You're scaring me," she says quietly. "Please don't look like that. I wouldn't tell you you were if I didn't trust you."

Hi Anon!

Thank you for the prompt and yes we’re still filling prompts these days, we just have a lot of prompts in our ask box - which is a good problem so keep them coming - just bear with us as we fill them out. We have more prompts than we have fic ideas tbh so it does take some time lol!

So thank you for your patience! Anyways, hope you like it! Enjoy!

Summary: Post-apocalyptic canon divergent AU, everyone dies but only fifty of them remain after the Long Night is over and the Night King defeated. Jon and Sansa survive and they are the only ones left to rebuild Winterfell. R+L=J revealed and they both explore what that means…

Mood music: House Stark theme by Ramin Djwadi (brilliant man!)

Rated PG-13 (unbeta’d)

~Mod Elle xx

We Are Home Now

It still stood tall and proud. And grey. Some of the stones were chipped off and obscene chunks strewn all over the snowy grounds, but the walls still held fast.

That was Winterfell. The castle had taken countless beatings and yet its towers stood defiantly, the battlements still heavily draped with tattered Stark banners flapping in the chilly winds.

There was never any doubt to whom the castle still belonged to. Though it was no longer a domicile of proud Northern folk, most of them had perished in the Great War; a frightening war that lasted a year between the dead and the living. In its monstrosity, it had unleashed a great fear and dread never seen since tales of the Long Night were written. It had come as prophesied and it had come with a vengeance. Took with it every living person and creature, man woman and child. And the strong with the weak. Knights, squires and even Queens.

It tortured him a great deal; their shrill screeches still awake him at night and sleep had turned into a threatening demon - ever vigilant to snatch the very life out of his fatigued body every time he tried to close his eyes. He knew he had not slept for ages and it weakened him, no matter how much he tried to remain his stoic self.

Fifty. Just fifty. That was all there was. Just fifty of them who fought and lived. Tormund and the few wildling men who survived had returned with bleak news and with sacks of bones, proof and a result of months ranging deep into the north of the Wall - that there was not one living human left for miles and miles. The Night King had been industrious in his enslavement, his subjects had numbered almost all of Westeros. Except just fifty of them. Whether they were fortunate or cursed remained to be seen but Jon was thankful he survived to see his family by his side. The Starks will endure, he remembered Ned’s words still.

Word had yet to come from the South, where Arya, Pod and Gendry accompanied by the remaining Knights of the Vale were tasked to bring news of the state of the Capital. Jon had prayed for the first time in his resurrected life that they would all return safely home soon and intact. He had doubts, for the gods were cruel but if the Lord of Light had restored him, he would have the faith that He would restore his people too. If not, Valryian steel would do. Arya had proven a better swordswoman than most men he battled with.

At least he had Sansa by his side. Sweet Sansa, still shaken and bruised, her nightmares were every bit as real as his own. It had become somewhat a norm for them to be in each other’s company, sitting by the fire before they retired for the night. Words were rarely spoken but there was hardly a need, they were both comforted by each other’s presence. Though never acknowledged between them, Jon never felt more at ease with anyone, let alone a woman other than Sansa and there was no others that Sansa wished to spend her quiet time than with Jon.

Conversation was almost naught, since the day he returned home to Winterfell with the Dragon Queen by his side and pledged his fealty to her. The riot and discord amongst the Northern Lords and their objections were short lived when alarms had sounded and they all realised the dead had come marching too close to home. The Wall, created to keep the Walkers out had crumbled to pieces and the War had begun. Just as Jon had warned them.

The dead, the dead, the dead…

It had seemed like ages ago, almost as if it had been in another lifetime entirely as Sansa recalled how her heart nearly stopped when a wight had her neck in its clutches, the bony chilly fingers wrapped around her throat and Sansa found herself staring into hollow icy orbs of blue. This was what death had looked like. Her nightmares did not come close to what had touched her. And all she remembered was shutting her eyes and screaming.

It was within just a breath when she was yanked away forcefully from death’s own grip, one that made Sansa open her eyes despite her fears. Jon. How his warm body and familiar scent was suddenly over hers, shielding her from evil. That was the only word that played in her mind. Evil. Cold, pure evil. She watched in horror with her very eyes how the Dragon Queen fell, captured and torn to shreds by wights - as if she were a ragged doll, bloodied bits of her flying about and her magnificent dragons slain close by, failing to save their Mother, as each one was shot and bled to the ground.

No creature was too great nor too formidable for the Night King to kill. It was a sight that would remain on her mind for as long as she lived. Jon was right. There was only one war and it was nothing like any wars known to man.

The memory made her flinch and a small whimper escaped her lips, alerting Jon who was sitting quietly reading a book by the fire.

“Are you all right, Sansa?”

There was no need to speak of the truth that ailed her. It was a quiet and peaceful time for both of them and she would cherish these moments as much as she could.

“A slight knot in my neck is all, I had been sewing all night, yesterday. I suppose I shouldn’t any longer. Silly me.”

“New dress?” Jon gave a little knowing smile as he glanced her way to meet her eyes.

“A new cloak wouldn’t hurt. I’m making one for you and Bran.”

Jon’s face lit up in pleasure as his eyes met hers. “Thank you Sansa. I’m sure it’s magnificent and I’m looking forward to wearing it.”

“You’re very kind, Jon. I doubt it will be. I try my best but… sometimes my hands tremble a little too much-” Sansa paused, realising she had said more than she should. Taking a deep breath, she shut her eyes for a moment.

A year was too little to escape from the horrors that replayed in her mind and a silence blanketed the room. A brief glance his way found Jon staring at her intently, as if willing her to continue and say her piece.

It was unsettling how he had his eyes resting on her. She had caught his stares more than once now, and it lingered a little too long than she thought was appropriate. There were questions in his eyes and if he was looking for answers, Sansa didn’t have them.

“I-I’m sorry. I meant the cold. This winter has gotten to me, I suppose.”

Jon broke his gaze and looked down. Sansa thought she saw a slight flush come over his cheeks, from the faint light of the flames. The silence was pregnant with unspoken need for seeking comfort. From their nightmares, obviously. What else could it be?

“I tremble too. Sometimes, when I sleep, my body twitches and I jolt out of bed. And I never want to sleep again.”

“It’s not the cold,” Jon continued as his gaze returned to her.

Sansa’s breath hitched and she almost clutched at her chest.

“I can’t sleep either, Jon. It tires me but I could never sleep. I know it’s not the cold. But… We’ve never talked about it.”

Jon didn’t answer. Sansa stared again into the flames. Whatever the Lord of Light has brought upon them, Sansa hoped it was a brighter future.

“Do you want to? Talk about it?” Jon’s voice wavered a little as the question finally escaped his lips.

“It’s been a year, Jon. All that’s happened. Why are we still alive? I can’t sleep at night because my nightmares are memories and I’m still truly frightened. I don’t want to live like this. None of us are the same anymore.”

“Aye, we’re still alive. We’re still standing. I don’t understand it anymore than you do and I wished I had answers, Sansa. But I don’t. I’m still Jon,” he said, his voice softening at the last few words, as if uncertain. No, you’re not, he thought to himself.

“ Are you? Are you, still Jon Snow?”

Jon closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. The scent of burning embers was a constant source of comfort. I am a Stark. I am of the North. I have always been, he told himself.

“Aye. Is that so hard to believe? When I say that I am truly a Stark?” Jon turned to Sansa who was now fiddling a tad too zealously with her handkerchief.

Sansa hesitated to speak her truth. She had known about Jon, or Aegon as Bran recounted to her. Sam Tarly was present to corroborate that, pointing out to a page in archived anecdotal records. Secret ones, no less. And there it was clear as day, as to who Jon really was. His birth and his parents.

Perhaps, Jon realised she had known the truth. He wasn’t the same Jon anymore. Or at least she wasn’t certain.

“Will you hate me, when I tell you I know the truth? That I know who you are? We have to talk about this, Jon. About what it means.” The gentle, pleading tone in Sansa’s voice pricked his ears and it was unmistakable, her care and concern for him.

Jon felt heat rising up his neck and settling on his cheeks. Anger, it was not. His eyes remained on Sansa but his body inched closer and soon, they sat only two steps away from each other, their hands would almost touch if any one of them shifted ever so slightly. Strangely enough, he felt at ease still.

“Please don’t look at me like that. You’re scaring me.”

Jon quickly turned his head away, snapping back to his senses. Don’t, she’s still your sister. Half sister. Cousin.

“How did you know? Was it Bran?”

“Does it matter now? Please Jon, I wouldn’t tell you if I didn’t trust you enough not to hold that against me.”

“Do you? Trust me that is? Now that I’m no longer a Stark by name?”

Sansa cocked her head slightly as she studied Jon. There was nothing different about him. He still looked the same. But there was a different air about him now that she sat in the presence of the true heir of the Seven Kingdoms. Or what was left of it. It was uncanny how she was always in the company of kings. Ominous, it seemed. Of what, she had little knowledge.

“I am truly sorry you had to find out.. The way you did. And I’m sorry about Danaerys, I-”

“No, Sansa. Please don’t,” Jon objected softly. “Please talk about everything else but please do not talk about her.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to. I just wanted to see if… If you’re all right, is all. With all that happened. I’m truly sorry for your loss, Jon.”

Jon sighed deeply. How he wished he could speak openly of his heart’s desires, his secrets, his fears. His shame and guilt.

“I am not. Aye, she was brave. She fought for the North but I shall be forever burdened with the guilt of her death it till my dying day.”

A familiar sense of home came over her and Sansa grabbed and squeezed Jon’s hand in his. “But she was your family, Jon. The only family you had.”

And I debauched her. I poisoned myself, my flesh mingled with hers. My own flesh and blood. I would live with the shame and have it burn deep in my bones till the day I die again.

“No. You’re my family. You. Arya and Bran. You have always been. No others could change that. We are home now, ” Jon’s other hand clasped hers in his and he found himself staring into her pale blues. Sansa smiled as her eyes slowly welled up in tears. Jon is Jon.

“Cousins,” Sansa corrected him, with a slight smirk.

Jon chuckled. “Aye, cousins.”

As the dawn of Spring kissed the snowy dew..

“Touch me, Jon. I want you to.”Jon opened his eyes and they were met with a piercing blue eyed gaze full of longing. Oh, Sansa.

“Sansa.. If I do, I’m afraid I will never ever stop,” Jon whispered into her mouth as their lips met again. This time with such fervent hunger, as she grabbed tightly onto his tunic, pulling him close.

“Then don’t. There is only us now. The only Starks left. We made a promise, Jon. To each other, to our family,” Sansa said as she nuzzled into his firm broad shoulder.

“Will you have me, then?”

Sansa ran her palm along the curve of his chin and cupped the side of his head. There was little resistance from either of them as Sansa lovingly kissed the tip of Jon’s nose.

“Yes.. we are home now. You and me. This is our Winterfell.”

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