#And then did the same for basically every other Hero she met

[fuyuu-chan]

Hi bestie! You told me to drop in so here I am. I'm gonna leave a request while I'm at it hehe Hope you don't mind.

Can I request a Neuvillette fic inspired by Taylor Swift's "Anti-Hero"? I particularly like the lyrics "Hi, it's me. I'm the problem, it's me. At teatime, everybody agrees." It gives me the vibes of a reader who is shunned by society, y'know? Perfect for some angst if I do say so myself 🫣🫢

Anyways, do whatever fits your vibe. I just love the way you write our dear Iudex 🥰 No pressure though! If it's too much, then just consider this as me dropping in to say hello to you and your lovely readers. Have a good day!!!

Love,

Mayaree

It's me. Hi. I'm the problem it's me :)

Fuyuu-chan: Hiiiii beshy hahahaha thanks for dropping in lol 😆🫶 also for being the first to request 😚

Pairing: Neuvillette x Reader

Summary: Everyone doesn't like you and thinks that you're not worthy for Neuvillette, and so they make fun of you, some even ignored you. By the way people in Fontaine treat you it makes you feel insecure and question your relationship with him.

Warning: Mention of break up, a bit of yandere ish at the end?? It might not look like it for some of y'all but just in caseee hehehehe (Not Proofread)

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The moment everyone in Fontaine knew about your relationship with Neuvillette would probably the worst thing that happened in your life, because of what people think about you, for not being worthy as the Ludex beloved partner.

And the worst part is that Neuvillette didn't know about any of this, they only talk about it when you're the only one around, when you're not with him. You consider to tell it to him but of course you don't want to bother him, especially since he's busy with his duties as the Chief of Justice.

Now, you got invited to one tea party held by one lady that has been "kind" to you, so of course you accepted it... 'I shouldn't had my hopes up, of course she is gonna be like the others' you thought. Who would've thought that she would be like that? She appeared to be kind to you the first time you met but when with everyone, with her friends and some other ladies, she had just embarrassed you.

She told everyone that (name) is just a common girl, basic, and compared to Neuvillette she's not on his level. She even told everyone that "She's just a problem to our dear Ludex, only a burden for him" she chuckles and everyone at that tea party laughed agreeing to what she said.

Feeling embarrassed, angered, saddened, you just excused yourself saying you'll go to the restroom but after you left you never came back but one thing's for sure, everyone hated you, talked behind your back while laughing. You can't handle it anymore, everyone is insulting you and the fact that you may be ruining Neuvillette's reputation, you feel furious but at the same time what can you do? I mean they're all right aren't they? You're just a problem.

Because of everyone saying things about you, spreading rumours around Fontaine, it's hard for you to go outside because once you do people would look at you and whisper to each other.

Some even threatened you, saying you should stay away from Neuvillette or you'll regret it. You thought it's probably just his admirers that's going way too far, but to be honest it's already affecting your mental health.

Well you did distance yourself from him, like when he ask you out like go to dinner, or have some date you would decline saying you have something to do or you're currently busy. But let's be honest you really wanted to spend time with him. He was at first: "It's alright, next time we could go." But as time pass he was getting worried and confused as to why you were not seeing him anymore.

Always rejecting him. 'What happened?' He thought. You two aren't like this in the past, you two would even date every time there's a free time like after work or weekends. But why are you distancing yourself from him?

This thoughts always bother Neuvillette and the way you act. And now he found himself walking towards your house to talk to you and ask you.

Once he arrives, he knocked on your door. It took you minute to open the door which definitely isn't like you at all since you always open the door immediately when it comes to him (he have like a pattern when he knocks at your door so you know it's him).

You were about to ask him but he just got in your house and closed the door. Now you two are just standing looking at each other, the air seems tense.

"...so uhhh...why did you come here?" You said finally breaking the silence.

"Am I not allowed to come here anymore?" He asked.

"That's not what I meant, what I mean is what's the reason for your sudden visit here?" You clarified.

"It's about you...us...why are you distancing yourself from me? What happened?" He asked.

"What do you mean?... I'm just busy that's why I can't really spend time with you..." You trail off hesitating.

"Don't lie (name)..." He said as he looked at you worried.

"Did I do something wrong that makes you distance yourself from me? If I did I'm sorry... but please tell me so I can fix it." Neuvillette asked as he looked at you in the eyes.

"You?.." you asked as you scoffed a bit. "No it's... it's me Neuvillette, I'm the problem..." You continued as you try not to tear up in front of him.

You can see how Neuvillette's furrow his eyebrows as he heard you speak.

"What? You're not the problem (name), what are you talking about?" He asked as he stepped closer to you.

"So you still don't know?" You asked.

"What do you mean?" He looked at you confused on what you mean.

"People in Fontaine don't like me, they hate me the moment they knew about us, they said I'm not worthy...for you... I'm just a problem...and a burden for you" you said as your voice is starting to break, you didn't even notice that you were now crying remembering everyone's word, insults, threats.

Neuvillette was speechless the moment those words left your mouth. How could he not know about any of this? Did all of the people hurt you like this everyday? He thought that everything was alright but it turns out it's not, how could he let this things happen to you?

Neuvillette wanted to comfort you but when he was about to approach you, you step back and said "I think we should... separate ways, I don't want you to get ruined or people thinking bad things about you because of me" you said as you try to look at him.

He stood there, frozen in his place. He was processing your words inside his head. "W-what?..." He finally get to asked after a few minutes.

"We should break up" you said.

"...But why?"

"Because of me...I was causing you problems, I might ruin your reputation in the future and I don't want that" you answered as you finally looked at him teary eyed.

Neuvillette then approached you as he pulls you closer to him, he held you in his arms. "(Name) please...I don't want to break up with you...Besides you're never a problem, people is just jealous of you and that's why they did that. Besides you will never ruin my reputation because when you came into my life, you taught me how to understand people, how to be considerate and many more. My reputation became much better with you."

You lean on him while you tear up, even if you don't want to but his warmth that enveloped you, you missed it.

"B-but.." you stutter.

"Sshh..." He hummed as he pat your back in order to comfort you just like what you did when he was crying. "I'm sorry I didn't know any of this, I'm sorry you have to go through all of that alone, I'm sorry that I turned a blind eye...and I'm sorry that I'm not there when you needed me the most." He apologized.

After you calmed down you replied to him. "...It's not your fault...so don't apologize" you sniffled as you finally looked at him for him to only wipe your tears away. "No love...it's my fault too for not knowing any of this, for not seeing how much you suffer everyday."

You kept silent as you just let him comfort you. Eventually you found yourself apologizing "I'm...sorry Neuvi...for saying we should break...up".

Neuvillette only shake his head "Its alright... I know you dont mean it, you might had said it but at that moment I can see in your eyes that you do not mean those words" he said as he smiled gently at you. "But...I hope to not hear those words again...I must say my heart ache when those words left your mouth." He continued as he looked a bit sad.

"I'm..sorry, its just that...that was the one I thought would be better for us..for you" you said as you looked down only for Neuvillette to grab your chin gently to make you look at him.

"Its alright...you dont mean that anyways right?" He asked and you nod and that was enough for him to smile again. "It's those people that made you think that...I cannot believe they had the audacity to say those vile things to my beloved, to my partner, who I love dearly from the bottom of my heart. I serve them for so many decades, I protected them yet they return all those things I did with this?" he said as he tucked your loose hair behind your ear. "They didn't even repsect the person I chose to be with me forever" he looked so mad that he let these things happen but you hugged him to calm him down a bit.

"What are you gonna do?" You asked while you lean onto his chest, he reciprocated your hug as he wrapped his arms around you waist.

"Don't worry love...I will handle it all...you just rest here and relax while I fix these, alright?" Neuvillette said as he rubbed your back. "It would also be nice if we could leave Fontaine for a few days to have your mind forget this for a while, don't you think?" He asked as he looked at you.

You hummed and nod. "I guess that would help...but how about your work?" You asked as you now looked at him to meet his gaze on you.

"I'll take a few days off, I'm pretty sure the others could handle the court for a while. Especially since there's no big cases as of now." He explained and that's enough for you to relax a bit.

You finally smiled and that made Neuvillette happy, seeing you smile again made his heart finally calm down and his mind to finally rest. For now he let himself relax on your warm embrace and for later...he would deal with those people that dare hurt his beloved (name).

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#fuyuu chan writes #fanfic #genshin impact fanfic #neuvillette #neuvillette x reader #neuvillette x you #genshin impact neuvillette #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact x you #request

[bet-on-me-13]

Ellie isn't allowed to travel alone Anymore

So! Ellie was raised in a Lab by a Genuine Bonefied Supervillain. She was raised to be a Villain as well, so her Moral Conpass is a little skewed.

Sure she *mostly* knows what is right and wrong from Danny's quick lesson before her Adventure around the Country, but she still has trouble separating what is moral and what is not from time to time.

So it's really no surprise that the moment she left Amity Park she somehow ended up being branded a Villain.

Look, it's not her fault she didn't know not to attack the flying guy in Blue Spandex when he approached her! One of Danny's biggest warnings shen she left had been Stranger Danger! She did what any 12 year old girl would have done when approached by a strange Older Man!

Its also not her fault that her powers (being Magic based), managed to affect him! She didn't even use her full power! (She maybe should have kicked him in a different place tho...she hopes he wasn't planning on having kids...)

So she did what her instincts told her to do. She took any money he had on him and ran the hell away!

It wasn't until she was 2 cities over when she saw a newspaper titled, "Little Villain Girl Mugs Superman in Broad Daylight!", that she realized she may have screwed up...

After that, she really had no excuse.

She knew that she probably shouldn't have kept Mugging the Heroes who approached her, but she wasn't a Fenton for nothing! Her Family Motto had always been "Commit to the Bit", and she was gonna stick to it!

So when the Fast Red Guy tried to tie her up, she phased off all his clothes and took off with his money (not the mask, she knew enough not to take that off)

And when the Grumpy Bat Guy tried to corner her with some weird papers he pulled out of his Belt, she just distracted him while her clone picked his pockets and made off with the wheels of his Car. That one made her a pretty penny!

The flying Green Guy was fun, his attacks were just throwing Ghost Candy (pure willpower) at her. He did stop doing do after she nicked his fancy talking Ring however, but it was fun while it lasted

Then she came across a Orange Fish Guy, and he actually seemed nice enough. But she was committing to the Bit, so she took the fancy Trident he had and sold it at a nearby Pawn Shop for some extra cash. He would probably be able to find it, that's why she chose a nearby location.

All in All, her Adventure had been really fun! So she decided to visit Amity Park again to tell Danny all about it!

...

Aquaman walked into the meeting room of the Watchtower, a very frustrated look in his eye.

Barry spoke up first, "Oh! I know that look in your eye! She got to you too didn't she!"

Arthur just glared at Barry for a second before walking over to his Chair, sitting down with a thump. "She is certainly a tricky child."

"What did she take this time?" Clark asked.

"..mttrident..." Arthur grumbled out quickly.

"What was that?" Asked Barry with a twinkle in his eye. He heard it, but he wanted everybody else to know.

"She took my trident, Okay!" Arthur shouted out.

"I feel ya man." Responded Hal, "At least with me she threw it back at me when she realized it wasn't making 'candy' anymore. What did she do with yours?"

"She sold it at a Pawn Shop!" Arthus yelled in frustration, "She managed to steal one of the most Powerful Magical Weapons in the world, the Symbol of the entire Atalantean Royal Bloodline, and she sold it and a Pawn Shop!"

"...how much did she get for it?" Asked Hal.

At this, Aquaman just collapsed to the table and groaned.

...

Alternatively she could have just kept all those things, and gradually built up a collection of all the JLA's most treasured possessions.

She has Supermans Wallet, not very important to him but it was her first mugging

She has Batmans Utility Belt (trackers removed) along with his Tires

She took Flashes Costume Ring (his civilian clothes still stuck inside)

She took Green Lanterns ring as well, but unfortunately it managed to escape after a few days. It was feisty.

And her crowning Jewel is the Trident she took from Aquaman.

(She avoided WW, cause she likes her too much to steal anything from her)

#Dpxdc #Dp x dc #Dc x dp #Dcxdp #Danny Phantom #Dc #Scum #Ellie is a little shit #Ellie is a Supervillain #Technically #She kicked Superman in the Balls and took all his money #And then did the same for basically every other Hero she met #The Public knowd her as a Villain on a power trip who wants to humiliate all the Heroes she can come across #The JLA knows she is just a Kid but still don't know if she is being malicious or not #Arthur knows that the next time he sees that kid it's on sight #Danny is obviously unaware of Ellie's antics #He gets a surprise when Aquaman shows up at his Door asking to square up with his little sister #Danny thinks she just made a new friend #Ghosts bond by fighting trope #Danny walks into the shed late one night to find a pile of Stolen Hero Property

[mllemaenad]

Listening to Wyll's backstory in context of all the details we're acquiring on devil's contracts and soul selling is fascinating.

See - I listened to Lann Tarv's three tales to get my soul coins. I felt bad for making Karlach listen to that, obviously, but to be honest I didn't even want the coins that much. I actually wanted the stories. I wanted a better understanding of how this works.

And what I'm learning is - for the gods (and godlike beings) of this world, cruelty seems to be the point. I mean - it's possible there's a god in this world I wouldn't want to stab to death with a rusty fork, but if so I have not met them yet.

These beings have the power to save people and places, to change lives, to do anything. And when someone asks them to - they demand a terrible price. But they don't just demand a price. They subvert the original request in such a way that they utterly fail to deliver on the original promise.

An abused woman wishes to be loved - and her true love appears, but dies instantly. A man wishes to save his children from starvation, and ends up personally growing masses of meat on his own body - not only painful for him, but forcing his children into survival cannibalism, which they were trying to avoid.

Auntie Ethel works the same way. Every one of her customers is left in a tortured state, while Ethel still takes her payment.

The idea is that the person must come to regret their wish long before the payment comes due. Every cry for help must be met with a boot to the face. Or else the mortals will get uppity? Or something.

What is interesting is how consciously Wyll defies that. And how much Mizora is dancing around, trying to force him into that state of miserable regret.

Wyll was manipulated into selling his soul. He was a kid, and he was summoned into a terrible situation - and in that moment, he could see no other way to save the city. Mizora did need to save Baldur's Gate to serve her boss's purposes, so she couldn't take that victory from him - but she did everything she could to take the joy of it.

He didn't get respect, or admiration, or his father's pride for saving the city. He lost his home and his family. He was assumed to have done something monstrous because he was denied an opportunity to defend himself.

That was supposed to fill him with bitterness and regret - but he got to work building his own life instead. By the time you run into him, the Blade of Frontiers is a hero of some renown. He's remade himself, and found a way to enjoy what his powers can do, however he came by them.

So that didn't work.

Then Mizora sent him after Karlach, and that was a mission tailored to break him. Karlach is kind and heroic herself, and that the start she has been sold into slavery, mutilated and forced to fight in a war against her will. If Wyll killed her, and then found out who she really was, then he betrayed everything the Blade of Frontiers is supposed to stand for - and he would lose the life he made for himself.

But he didn't, and that didn't work either. He's got a friend, now, who at least knows part of what he's dealing with.

So Mizora gave him demonic features. That would destroy the life he's made for himself, because no one would trust him to help them.

Except now Wyll basically goes nowhere on his own, and a small army of people can attest that he got those horns and eyes as punishment for being a good man. Mizora might be able to shut his mouth, but she can't silence his friends - and the group absolutely have shouting sessions about everything. Wyll's horns become a battle scar, like his missing eye, and nothing more.

And beyond that, if you are playing as a heroic character, a significant throughline in the game's story is the journey of the tiefling refugees. The story makes it clear that these people experience a constant barrage of racism, due to their appearance and "demonic" heritage. It also makes it abundantly clear that this prejudice is entirely undeserved - they're just people, with virtues and flaws like everyone else, and what is happening to them is terrible. So Wyll turns up to assist a bunch of people whom he now at least somewhat resembles - and with Karlach along, you have two people in the group who technically count as "infernal", but haven't got an evil bone in either of their bodies.

Mizora created solidarity. Oops.

Wyll is deeply suspicious of gods and higher powers. He doesn't want to make more deals with devils. When Elminster arrives to tell Gale what Mystra demands of him, he explicitly says he does not do religion. When you get Mizora to agree to let his contract expire in six months, he starts by casually invoking the gods - but switches to thanking the player character instead, because he knows who helped, and who did not.

But he utterly refuses to regret the pact he made. That can be a struggle. He clearly misses his dad, and would like that relationship repaired. The fact that he was transformed very much against his will is clearly a source of distress from him.

But if he regrets, then Mizora wins. That's it. Game over. She gets what she wanted all along. So he doesn't.

The main companion characters all have this kind of problem, and naturally have different ways of dealing with it. You have characters like Shadowheart and Lae'zel, who were indoctrinated as children, or Gale, who was literally seduced by one of these nightmare deities - and with them you have to start out by convincing them they they were the wronged party in the first place.

But Wyll knows exactly what game he's playing, and he's been screaming defiance the whole time. It's just that, in his case, the "defiance" is grinning and carrying on every time Mizora inflicts some more bullshit on him.

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 spoilers

[mirukosbitchywife]

bnha pro heros with a vigilante s/o

aizawa, hawks, midnight, fatgum, miruko

vigilante reader is a pretty tame vigilante they pretty much just do heroic deeds but without a license so no one really cares much since ur not hurting anyone besides some bumps and scrapes, probably ooc? idk this is how i see them, not proofreading so if it sucks my bad, no warnings for anything i don't think, it's just fluff

midnight/nemuri:

-honestly you're probably not even the first vigilante she's dated, if there's one thing nemuri is gonna do it's whatever the fuck she wants lmao

-she's def the type of person to be like rules are meant to be broken

-nemuri LOVES going out with you, you better pray you don't have a recognizable face because there's no way you're getting out of going out to dinner and her dragging you shopping and her showing you off any chance she gets(not that you'd want to get out of that stuff i mean. it's nemuri)

-nemuri prefers working night shifts even when not working at ua so she can force you to take a break when she takes hers and she always packs you food <3

-she also prefers night shifts so you both can protect each other, shadowing one another in case one of you gets over your heads, the other one never being too far

-she probably has a lot of cats and by default they're your cats so usually while nemuris gone at ua you're playing with her cats. (nemuri probably has hundreds of pictures of you with a cat on top of you after you fell asleep)

-her favorite time of day is when you're both home and sweaty from fighting, your end of day routine always starts with taking a bath together, washing grime off the other, using the tenderness to reset your minds after a long day

-she loves to pamper you, do your nails, face masks, anything you want ,and uses her quirk slightly on you after a particularly rough day, and for her rough days you always make sure she gets a foot massage and glass of wine with a book <3

miruko/rumi:

-is so aggressively supportive of the vigilante thing she'd see you out beating the shit out of a villain and be like BEAT THEIR ASS BABE GET EM

-insists on you training with her. if you want to be a vigilante you gotta be in shape enough to go toe to toe with the number 5 pro hero

-absolutely kicks your ass in training but it's okay bc she gives you kisses every time you pin her <3

-if you're not immediately recognizable as a vigilante she Will take you to the boring hero shit she has to go with. no one's willing to get close enough to you besides hawks, because if you're with her she'll glare down anyone who tries to approach her and hawks is the only one brave enough to get closer (she also trusts hawks the most out of all of them and knows hes no snitch)

-has a sixth sense for when you're in trouble, so if you're ever in over your head in the same city as her ur opponent better start praying

-y'all's end of day routine always starts with rumi ranting about her day while you cook dinner for the both of you, then it's your turn to rant while she cleans the dishes after dinner

-on especially hard days for you, rumi gives a mean back massage that leaves you putty in her hands, on rumis hard days you always do her hair. she finds it so relaxing and loves the styles you do on her and will proudly wear whatever you did as long as she can

hawks/keigo:

-keigo would be a vigilante if he wasn't taken in by the commission. 100% he would not have stopped saving lives even if he got in trouble for it. he might even fuck around and manage to get you an actual hero license if you want one, even a fake one to get out of trouble if you need it

-basically. even as the number two hero he's no snitch and in fact really respects what you do. you guys probably met trying to save the same civilian or something and hit it off immediately

-he lets you follow him on patrols, absolutely no fucks. almost everyone thinks you're just one of his sidekicks and you basically act as one without the hero license. would just use his feathers to carry you away from any particularly hard ass heros (cough endeavor cough) if he needs to

-doesn't have a lot of friends but the ones he does have know all about you (including everything keigo gushes to them about you ugh) and they also don't care, they trust him as a person and a hero so by default they trust you

-probably also insists on training you but most of your spars end up in making out because he has no self control when it comes to you but you're not complaining

-end of day routine with keigo would def start with you two dancing in keigos living room, he just sweeps you up and starts dancing out of no where, doesn't even need music, the sound of you laughing at his antics is music enough for him, you've come to expect it every day when he comes home and it's one of the things you miss most when he's gone on a longer mission

-your rough days always end with you flying, even if you can fly using your own quirk, there's something about being held to the chest of the man you love while he flys through the night sky, placing unwavering trust in him to not let you fall while you admire the stars always makes your heart full, and for keigos rough days, you always preen his feathers, he's not used to anyone touching them besides his fans grabbing at him, so nothing relaxes him more than the feeling of your fingers in his feathers, straightening and adjusting them for him as you go

fatgum/taishiro:

-taishiro is just That Guy yk u guys probably met because he picked you up by your scruff during a fight you were losing and he jumped in all heroic like *swoons*

-him being That Guy /pos and all his only reaction after dealing with the villain is to put you down and be like woah. hello person i have never seen in my life before this very second right now. you should hurry along i don't want any civilians caught in the cross hairs when the police arrive. anyway random stranger i've never seen ever you should totally come by my hero agency and train in case you know. you get caught close to another villain attack

-guys got a heart proportional to the rest of him how could you not do anything for him he's sunshine personified. if he said jump you'd ask how high he's just got that affect

-he's probably the most chill pro hero aside from like. aizawa. you know how like the bigger the dog the more chill they get (usually). yeah same affect with him he minds his business stays in his lane does heroic deeds on the reg yk

- his favorite thing to do with you is spend time with you laying on top of him <33 he usually takes up all the space on wherever he's lying but no complaints can be heard when you get to cuddle on top of him all night

-end of day routine with taishiro would pretty much be him coming home from work, flopping on the couch, and dragging you to lay on top of him to doze until the food he ordered arrives (even if you wanted to there's no way you could cook for tai after work, you'd have a hard enough time cooking for Any pro hero let alone one who's quirk is dependent on food)

-your rough days usually entail you crawling inside his shirts to be closer to him (in my mind his clothes are probably usually baggy because they need to be able to withstand his full size and after a day at work he'd probably be at least somewhat smaller) and him allowing you to curl up on him like a cat (he probably also pets ur hair like a cat but we don't need to mention that), his rough days probably entail something like baking treats together!! he seems like the kind of guy who really really enjoys quality time with a s/o and combining that with food? his bad day melts away immediately

eraserhead/shouta:

-same shit different day yeah? he probably mostly has vigilante friends if we're honest (aside from hizashi and nemuri of course)

-is definitely used to dealing with vigilantes both a professional and unprofessional sense, nothing you can do will shock him, and you can always count on him to save your ass when things go south, it's like he has a second quirk with the way he's able to sense when you're either about to do something stupid or about to die. usually both.

-you guys patrol at night together, you both prefer working when you know the other is somewhere nearby in case things go south, and more often than not you take cases on together (although Technically it's just him on the paperwork)

-omg what if you guys meet because he saw you feeding a cat and snuck up on you only for you to. notice him? holy shit?? you could sense his presence?? he was flabbergasted. that like never fucking happens

-end of day routine is you bullying him into a shower with you and him making you wash his hair as payment. literally a fucking cat. we both know he wouldn't shower after patrol alone he'd just go to sleep.

-your rough days always end up with you in a caterpillar looking ass sleeping bag with shouta but you'd have it no other way. his rough days are full of cat cafes. they just relax him like nothing else

#bnha x you #bnha x y/n #bnha x reader #aizawa x y/n #aizawa x reader #aizawa x you #aizawa shouta #hawks x reader #hawks x you #keigo x y/n #keigo x reader #keigo x you #keigo takami #takami x reader #miruko x reader #miruko x you #miruko #miruku #miriko #rumi usagiyama x reader #rumi x reader #fatgum x you #fatgum x y/n #fatgum x reader #midnight x reader #nemuri kayama #nemuri x reader #nemuri kayama x reader #toyomitsu taishirou x reader #taishiro x reader

[mynameisvarian]

The Boxleitners AU (WordGirl)

Basically a Becky Boxleitner AU but I give Steven himself more character development and plot relevance before ultimately being fused to a mouse.

Before Squeaky (Season 1-2-3)

●•• Steven Boxleitner's fusion with Squeaky occurs much later than in the show in order to give him a much more in-depth character development to show his relationship with his daughter and his positive impacts on the people of fair city as a whole before his descent and transformation into Dr. Two Brains.

●•• With her identity as a superhero with an advanced vocabulary that's only know by her companion and sidekick, Captain Huggy Face. Becky Boxleitner is unable to talk much about her problems and difficulties with her own father because of the fear that all her hero-ing would get him hurt one day if he did find out.

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└ • Though during somewhere between Season 3 and before it's finale, Steven does manage to figure out her identity and tries to be helpful by providing help whenever she needs it.

●•• The Boxleitners live in a fairly nice neighborhood that's located near the outskirts of the city that is also coincidentally the same neighborhood that a decent amount of WordGirl's enemies inhabit, Their house is right next to the Butcher and Granny May's houses with Maria the Energy Monster secretly living in one of the powerlines across the street.

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└ • Steven has become friends with many of his definitely not villains in their civilian identities neighbors, Examples are:

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└ ✧ The Butcher (Jerald T. Butcher) - Jerald is surprisingly great friends with Steven as they'd met when Jerald had decided cook some bbq but unfortunately broke his own barbecue grill on accident though he ultimately met up with Steven when he'd heard that the man was inventing a machine that cooked meat much faster, This little interaction had then led to become the thing many of the neighbors look forward to every week, The Weekly Neighborhood Barbeque.

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└ ✧ Granny May ( Granny May) - May has always treated the Boxleitners as close family ever since the day that they'd started visiting her when during one of the neighborly bbq she'd let slip that she felt alot more lonely since her family and grandkids were off on vacation with even her own mom being busy aswell and that she wished more people visited her more often, the next day Steven brought his daughter and their pet monkey over and chatted which eventually turned into them baking cookies and listening to Granny May's childhood stories every Friday after Becky gets home from school. (Colonel Mustard, Granny May's cat has also taken a liking to them)

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└ ✧ Mr. Big (Shelly Smalls) - With Wordgirl being able to foil his plans quickly he went under a fake name (Dr. Small) to seek the help of Steven Boxleitner to make a mind control bunny button which he ultimately used on Steven after the man found out about his true identity. Although even after being mind-controlled Steven still forgives Mr. Big and still do business with eachother like the time Shelly requested for a perfume that naturally causes bunnies to follow him.

➜ This leads to an episode that centers around Mr. Big using the bunnies against Wordgirl with steven on the other hand wasn't told what the perfume was for.

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└ ✧ Energy Monster (Maria the Energy Monster) - Though their interaction was short, Maria had managed to convince Steven that teenage girls turn into large Electrical Monsters when they hit puberty after he'd given her a device that turned certain Electrical charges into sounds that then let her communicate.

➜ In an altered version of "Dinner or Consequences" Maria doesn't have the device removed and is able to communicate throughout the show permanently.

★ Becky is aware of their true identities but ultimately keeps quiet so her dad's new found friendship with them wouldn't end.

●•• Steven's assigned government owned lab and Becky's school that's just a few blocks away is located near the epicenter of the city so he normally just drops her off there when he's going to do some experimentation in the laboratory and if ever Becky gets out of school early she'll just walk to her dad's workplace to see and make sure that Steven hasn't accidentally blown himself up because of being too distracted and wait for him to finish so he can drive both of them back home. (On occasions, she'll just turn into wordgirl and fly back to their house if her dad was just at home.)

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└ • Becky had once been in the presence of a dozen miscoloured mice on one faithful afternoon when she'd decided to visit Steven, Each cage had been surprisingly lavish and contained three mice each plus everything their little mouse sized hearts desired, When asking about the indoor mouse zoo she was told that they were rescued from an illegal smuggling case in the far north of the city with the smuggler subjecting the mice to harsh living conditions to which made Becky automatically angry at herself for being unable to help these poor creatures as WordGirl.

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└ • Upon noticing his daughters clear reaction and the regret plastered all over her face, Steven placed his hand on Becky's shoulder and added that the mice were only temporarily in his care so they could be relocated to a place where all their needs will be met and that earlier today a nice elderly couple had generously donated over a pound of fruits and cheese for the poor mice which seemed to make his daughter's mood lift. He failed to mention how the perpetrator hadn't been caught yet and is probably roaming the city doing illegal smuggler things.

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└ • At one point, Steven had introduced Becky to a little lab mouse that he'd affectionately named "Squeaky" in the count that the little mouse was the most noisiest and the most likely to bite her fingers if given the chance. He'd mentioned aswell that squeaky was one of the mice that was rescued from the smuggler incident so the hostility to humans was understandable.

➜ On a side note, Her dad had shown her how squeaky could break down walls and walls of drywall to get to a singular piece of cheese, It's unsure if Squeaky was experimented on by the Smuggler or if the small mouse was always like this.

●•• Steven still makes the mind-reading device but for different reasons such as to read squeaky's mind to figure out the smuggler's identity and if more animals were being illegally brought to fair city and maybe be able to help the authorities catch the criminal but with a lot of things happening here and there the mind-reading device didn't get to the testing phase until season 3.

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The timeline is pretty messed up but basically any episode that's set in Season 1-3 that contains Dr. two brains as a main character is instead placed into Season 4 or tweaked so that it's Steven instead, The invasion of the bunny lovers is also put into Season 2 rather than 6.

This post is prone to being edited due to me always getting ideas on how to improve an AU so don't expect this to stay the same :D

(If you saw the sudden style change between images, Image 1 was drawn directly on CapCut while Image 2-3 was sketched on paper then placed into Capcut)

#steven boxleitner #wordgirl #dr two brains #becky botsford #Becky Boxleitner #WordGirl Au #Maria the energy monster #Granny May #alternate universe #Au Information + Art #CapCut #i might make a short comic for the Invasion of the Bunny Lovers episode #bob #captain huggyface #I'm sorry i keep forgetting about you bob :( #The Boxleitners AU

[universeofdreams]

General, will you marry me?

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Poe Dameron x Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluff, a bit of anger and angst

Warnings: none really except for you throwing a mug TT

Wordcount: 1513

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Summary: Basically you, the general of another resistance team, freak out due to Ray being cocky and very self centered but ends up in a proposal.

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Having to attend an emergency meeting is never fun, that’s for sure, but if you sit there as a general and some girl tries to convince you of something you’re not agreeing on, yes, they’re a pain in the ass. 

„Listen, Leia! There would be no use for me if I’d be dead! What if I die on this mission and nobody here else knows how to use the force!“, she said aggressively and some of your soldiers gasped.

She knew what she did when saying that you couldn’t handle the force, but she didn’t expect this reaction. You slowly rose from your chair, almost all eyes were on you, except Rey‘s. 

She tried to do you dirty since she met you, the only other Jedi in the resistance, the general of Order 3 and the friend of everyone here. Everyone watched you breathe in and then slamming your hand on the desk below. Leia was shocked, this even startled C3PO. 

„Who do you think you are?“ The irony in your voice was evident and by the way you pinched your nose bridge even Poe Dameron recognised, that you wer probably extremely stressed out. But Rey just got angrier because of this. 

„Who I think I a-“ 

But you silenced her with a „shhhht!“ 

„All these people here-“ While pointing towards some squadron leaders, so also to Poe and shook your head. 

„-they risk their life every day for the resistance, people even DIED for the resistance and yet you act like you’re the most powerful one here?“ 

Out of rage you grabbed the mug that was standing obviously too close and slammed it against the next wall. 

Poor mug. 

„All you do is practice! For what? You don’t even get better if you don’t use it in a battle and yet you think you’re allowed to act as if those people died for NOTHING! 

A small jedi like you means nothing to the whole universe. But everyone here is equal. 

Don’t go around and treat my people - and me - as if we’re below you. Don’t EVER do this, or we’re done.“ You spoke up. 

When Leia and the rest asked to stay at the base of Order 3, they didn’t think about working together at first. 

Their general was very distant at first, almost giving away the impression that all of this didn’t matter to you - turns out it did. 

„You’re not allowed to order me around! Your pilots, and ours, decided to die. I won’t die here and never. Not for a life of a simple pilot or soldier. You don’t know me, you don’t know the force.“ Now laughed Rey and made you grit your teeth, grab the hilt of your right lightsaber and round the table like a lion on the hunt. 

„If you’re not going, I am. Everyone has a side, everyone gets born with it, you can’t simply decide if you die for it or not. Disrespect one of them and I’ll kill you personally, with my bare hands.“ 

„I don’t wanna end up like some lonely ass that hopes to die someday for the resistance and be the hero he’ll never be! For example Dameron. I’ll never be less worth than him.“ 

And she crossed the line. 

In less than 3 seconds, the other force user‘s brain clicked and you threw her against the same wall the mug hat a couple of minutes earlier. You towered over her and whispered, while wearing your death stare: „Get out of this room. Now.“ 

And she did leave in fear. 

But it was awkwardly silent now, when you took a new mug, filled some tea in it and sat down again. 

„I’m going. Go on with the plan, Commander Zelada, I beg you.“ The Twi‘lek nodded and explained how someone had to get into Ren’s destroyer and get fake kidnapped. Then, rescue them while getting information about what the first order was planning. 

At first, Rey was supposed to go, since she could’ve resisted Ren because she was force sensitive. But now that she’s too stubborn to take part, Y/n had to do it. The crew of the falcon had to come get you after some time while the general tries to get some information out of their stormtroopers. After Zelada explained the whole plan, the rest nodded and agreed. 

„This is urgent, everyone here knows it. I want you guys to leave tomorrow night, if that’s okay.“ Leia admitted and it seemed like it was okay for everyone, because people slowly started to leave. Y/n followed them out of the meeting room and started walking off to her quarters, but slowed down when a certain brunette caught up to her. 

„I didn’t think you’d speak up about this with her.“ He smiled and watched the Jedi next to him shake her head out of disbelief. 

„If someone would use me as a bad example in front of you, you’d say something too.“ 

„You’re right.“ 

And the rest of the walk was pretty silent, until they reached the generals quarters. They for sure stood in front of the door for 5 minutes without saying anything, just looking at each other. 

„What are you going to do now?“ Asked the female and Poe chuckled. „I don’t know, i think i’ll just go to sleep maybe.“ And Y/n nodded. „What about some sleep at my place?“ And Poe nodded excited, fiddling the keycard out of one of one of Y/n’s pockets and unlocking the door. When they was inside, the first thing he did was grab his shirt out of Y/n’s closet, changed into it real quick and hopped into the girls bed while she was still getting ready. When she brushed her teeth and looked in the mirror, she asked the brunette „I wasn’t too harsh to her, was I?“ 

And Poe looked at her from the living room while quirking his brow. 

„You’re basically the truth yourself, I don’t think so.“ 

When the jedi came out of the bathroom, she was in her nightwear and wore some sweatpants in which she also laid down on the bed. The pilot positioned his head on the woman’s chest and let her brush through his hair, which relaxed him totally. 

„Are you scared?“ Was the question they both asked the same time and made Y/n laugh. 

„Poe, whatever happens tomorrow, it’ll happen for a reason. If one of us dies, so will it be. Even if I don’t think this will happen.“ She said and kissing the top of Damerons head, who jumped up as if he had a sudden intention. With a slight swift of his hand he pulled the necklace with his mother‘s wedding ring off his neck and detached the ring. „I’m always so scared, I’m so terrified you won’t come back from a battle. I should’ve done this a lot sooner but I beg you, marry me. Now. I couldn’t bare living and knowing I never got to call you my wife.“ He muttered while holding his mothers ring in his trembling hands, teardrops slowly dropping from his eyes and his body was shaking. 

It felt like the time stopped then and there only for them, but Y/n had planned otherwise. She pushed out a small smile and brushed a strand of the raven locks out of Poe’s face. Her hand slid down further, over his cheek, to his lips and stopping when she reached the hand the male was holding the ring in. 

She didn’t know if doing this was right, but she had to. Poe deserved eternity and if she’d die on him, she knew the pilot would never ever get happy again. With this decision, she quietly closed her hand around the jewellery and shook his head. 

„I’m not denying this. I really want to marry you, get old with you, maybe even have kids. You deserve this so bad, but there’s a war going on right now.“ 

And Poe thought she rejected him. 

He left the bed and tried to open the door while sobbing but turns out that his tears definitely were getting in the way there. As fast as Y/n could she jumped up and wrapped her arms around the older ones shaking body. „I said I‘m not rejecting you! Poe, come on, you know I love you with all of my heart, okay? 

You‘re saying this because you’re scared. Last time you wanted to give me your X-Wing, in case something happened.“ But that didn’t stop him from crying. 

„After the mission, kriff I will propose to you just the way you deserve it. I promise. We will marry.“ 

Poe’s face lit up, even if that meant surviving tomorrow, he didn’t get rejected. He didn’t even know why he started crying after all, he knew Y/n would never do anything without further thinking it through, but after all she was right, especially the thing with the X-Wing-

It was a yes, but those promises are meant to give in good times and not as a promise to survive.

#poe dameron x female reader #poe dameron x reader #poe dameron #star wars #the force awakens #jedi reader

[soc69]

Okay, so I’ve somehow fallen back into my eraser mic family addiction so here are some back stories that I’ve recently been theorising about and can’t let go of:

(Also I fully intend to make another post about specific Headcannons of how each of their dynamics with one and other work. This is pretty much entirely for my own enjoyment but hopefully other people will get something out of this too)

Yamaha Hizashi:

I’m pretty sure it’s canon that when mic was born he deafened both his mother and the midwife so I have a bit of a dark background headcanon for him based on this.

Basically, I think that mic’s mother tried really hard to raise him for a few years but I don’t think his dad was ever really in the picture (or if he was he left pretty early on) so it was just a newly deafened young women dealing with a bit of postpartum depression and a huge law suit from the doctor who delivered mic for his loss of hearing. She couldn’t work and was trying to get by on subsidy and disability checks until, eventually, she just couldn’t take it any more and handed him over to the state when he was about 3 or 4. He doesn’t remember much about his early years and luckily he was only in the system bouncing around different foster homes for a year or so until he got adopted by his moms who loved him so hard and taught him how to see the best in people. He has never once questioned their roles as his real parents and credits them with his becoming a hero for giving him the best life they could.

That being said, he grew up knowing the story behind him being placed in the system and never once held it against his birth mother either. When he was a teenager, she saw him in the UA sports festival and decided to reach out. Despite it feeling slightly awkward for hizashi at the start and his mother battling feelings of guilt when she first met him, they got past that and these days they meet up once or twice a month to check in on one another. Nowadays, mic just counts himself as really lucky to have not one, not two, but three moms in his life who all care about him and want to do what they can for him and his family.

As mic gets older, the early reckless use of his quirk as a crying kid and pre-support-gear-hero-wannabe starts catching up to him and he begins to loose his hearing. By the time he’s in UA he’s already considered hard of hearing and these days he can’t hear much of anything without hearing aids. Of course, Aizawa learned sign language at the same time hizashi did when he was first warned that he might go deaf one day and they’ve been teaching eri since she moved in with them. Hitoshi, however, already knew sign, as I will get into next.

Shinsou Hitoshi:

Soooo, we all know how fond this fandom is of giving Hitoshi the most tragic story ever and I’ve really struggled to break that cycle, so here we go.

I headcannon that Hitoshi’s mom died when he was very young, maybe even in child birth, and his father was absolutely heartbroken by this. He really did his best with Hitoshi but he was so much like the love of his life in so many ways that he could hardly look at him without wanting to sob. They had the same hair, eyes, smile - everything in Hitoshi was inherited from his mother and when his quirk manifested it was, once again, directly inherited from her.

I think, contrary to popular belief, Hitoshi’s dad didn’t see this as a curse. He loved his wife and everything about her, including her quirk, but it was just so painful for him to see it when he couldn’t see her. He turned to some less than healthy coping mechanism and, after a DUI, realised that he needed to get his life back on track if he was ever going to do right by his son.

He ended up relinquishing some of his custody to the state when Hitoshi was around 6 but retained visitation rights and would come and see Hitoshi every weekend, giving updates about his job search and making promises that he could come home soon. However, the visits gradually became fewer and further between until one day, after he had taken Hitoshi out for what he, at the time, considered the best day of his life, his social worker delivered the message that he had emigrated to US and wouldn’t be coming back. He left Hitoshi a letter apologising for not being a good enough man to take care of him and truly believing this was for the best. Hitoshi held onto that letter until he was 13 when, in a fit of rage after being fostered by the worst family yet, he tore it to pieces. Sometimes he still remembers the letter and cries that he doesn’t have it anymore because for the longest time it was the only evidence he had that someone had loved him. Nowadays though when he feels like this he knows he has three people waiting to prove that’s not the case anymore.

Since Hitoshi had been un-fosterable for the first couple of years in the group home, what with his dad still being in the picture, he basically wasted what are affectionately termed the “cute years” in the system, meaning that, as a preteen, he was pretty undesirable to potentially families. He bounced around different group homes and foster families that took in troubled youths since most people were scared of his quirk and didn’t take kindly to him trying to talk to them. He ended up learning sign language form a deaf kid in one of the homes he was in and used that to communicate to most adults so as not to scare them out of taking care of him to the point that it was put in his file that he had selective mutism.

When Hitoshi got into UA and started training with aizawa, aizawa noticed that Hitoshi was a little malnourished and seemed more skittish than the average teen ought to be. He took it upon himself to start taking him out for meals after their training and keeping a close eye on any signs or abuse or neglect in the future. By this point Hitoshi was living in a group home as it was the closest place to UA and, although there was no current abuse happening, Hitoshi had experienced some maltreatment in the past that made him cautious around authority figures and it was still all too easy for him to accidentally be neglected in such an anonymous home life.

Taking Hitoshi out for meals after training eventually turned into inviting him back to his house for meals which turned into quality family bonding for the entire erasermic clan. Eri starting calling Hitoshi ‘toshi-nii’ and asking where he was whenever aizawa came home alone after the first month, hizashi started insisting he stay the night whenever he was there past 6pm, and shouta subtly converted their home office into shinsous private bedroom by adding a fouton, removing one of the desks, and gradually clearing the bookcases so Hitoshi wouldn’t notice the added effort.

Pretty early on hizashi and shouta have a conversation about how much they both want Hitoshi to join their family but they’re equally scared of overwhelming him or putting pressure in him to say yes to them because they’re his teachers so they agree to wait for the right time. The right time eventually comes during a breakdown after Hitoshi has a nightmare when he’s staying over about his birth father. When he wakes up he goes looking for his letter before he remembers he doesn’t have it anymore and cries to erasermic that he’s all alone. It’s then that they tell him how much they want him to join their family. Cue the entire family ugly sobbing.

Aizawa Shouta:

I actually headcannon Aizawa as being the only one with a relatively trauma free upbringing. He’s just a grouch by choice.

He was, however, raised entirely by women. His dad left when he was about three so it’s been just him, his mom, and his two older sisters ever since. The oldest is 6 years older than him and the middle is 4 years older than him so he really is the baby of the family and they all treat him as such. He pretends to hate it but when they all show up for him after he gets banged up in hero work and fret over him he secretly loves the attention and it means the world to him every time they make a trip to see him.

His mother is an incredibly sarcastic women and it’s where he gets all his sass but she’s also very no nonsense and will put anyone in their place if they dare to talk bad about her family. His oldest sister is a lot like him but his middle is criminally similar to hizashi so they get along like a house on fire. That being said, everyone in his family adores hizashi and they had bets on when the two would finally confess their love for each other ever since shouta brought him and oboro over in their first year for a group project. (What they don’t know is that oboro was the one who snuck off downstairs that day and started the betting pool). When it come to eri and shinsou however, my god, ‘adore’ is not a big enough word. They would all die for those children and make sure to visit as often as possible.

Eri:

So we all kinda know eri’s history already so I’m just gonna talk about how she responded to each of her new family members.

So obviously she immediately latches onto Aizawa as her hero and Aizawa adores her. He is biologically incapable of ever saying no to her (not that she really asks for much) and spoils her rotten, so, within a few weeks of moving in she has a new everything in every color. But that much we know already so onto mic.

I think it takes her a while to get used to hizashi as she’s instinctively very cautious around new people so, as much as it breaks mics heart, he has to spend the first couple of weeks of eris adjustment period staying with nemuri and visiting every other day until she’s more comfortable around him. The change happens when they’re having a bonding day at home and eri takes a tumble and nearly falls down the stairs from the top of the landing. On instinct, mic gets between her and the stairs and pushes her back up to safety but ends up falling down the stairs in her place. Eri immediately runs down to check on him apologising profusely and is absolutely terrified of how he’s going to react but mic just immediately pulls her into a hug and starts asking if she’s okay saying he was terrified she might of been hurt and from that point on eri realised that this man would never hurt her and so when he goes to leave that night she asks him to stay instead and he’s never spent the night at nemuris since.

As we’ve already established, she very quickly accepts Hitoshi as her brother but the exact moment it happens isn’t as easily pinpointed as it is with mic. One day she was shy and reserved around him and the next she was choosing to sit closest to him over everyone else on movie nights. It was such a seemless transition that no one even really noticed (except Hitoshi of course who clocked the change immediately and had no idea what to do with the fact that this little angel wanted him as a brother and definitely went to bed and cried about it the first time she chose to sit with him instead of her dads).

#erasermic family #eri mha #erasermic #eraserhead #aizawa shouta #yamada hizashi #shinsou hitoshi #hcs #bnha #mha #boku no hero acedamia #boku no hero fanfic #my hero academia #family #found family

[kitmoas]

Now, then, and Forever/

Summary: Sometimes you have to dig through the ashes

Word Count: about 10k

Warnings: ANGST (vague/brief mentions of Sexual Assault, Death, Suicide, and Self Harm), Fighting and Avenger work, and then verbal fights

*As always, let me know if I missed anything important*

A/N: This is the first part of the TGU6: Season 1 Finale! As you guys voted for, the finale is separated into two halves. Part 2 will be posted tomorrow around the same time!! ALSO there might be so many mistakes and I suck so I do be sorry my loves

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Training Grounds Master List

“It isn’t something I’m used to, you know?” The sun shines brightly against the shiny skyscrapers all around the two, rays hitting cars’ mirrors far below them as they take a snack break in between civilian tasks. 

The boy nods, a barely there sigh as he waits for what comes next. He knows every line, and knows the troubles. It wasn’t something that made him happy, and sometimes he wishes that his best friend never met her girlfriend. He hates the thought, the two were basically perfect together but with the beloved princess came two people that he believed would be the archer’s downfall one way or another. 

“I love her…but I know I’m going to lose her one day. I’m not the person that people keep around and I get that, I’m tainted and not good.” Even though the brunette has said these words hundreds of times, it still gets stuck in her throat. 

Peter sighs, trying to gather the strength to not get angry. He’s not mad at anyone in particular, he hates being angry, but the frustration he feels by this entire situation is getting to be too much. The young boy doesn’t know too much about relationships, only really being with MJ, but he does know that the four of them need to figure out what is going on before it destroys them all. “Kate..you know I don’t believe that and neither does she.” 

The young brunette shakes her head, pulling her legs up so they no longer dangle over the edge. Wrapping her arms around her knees, leaning her forehead against her arms, making her look even younger than she is. 

Peter raises his hand, hesitant and hanging in the air near his best friend’s shoulder before he lets it fall back to his side. He can’t push too much, knowing the girl would immediately retract into herself and hide all of her emotions. 

“I’ve done everything, anything I could. I just wanted them to love me. I want them to look at me like the books, you know? I get it’s not up to them, it isn’t their job but sometimes I just want to be good enough just..being me.” The way she speaks is frantic, fast and almost out of it. It’s almost as if she’s not even there, just a mindless rattling of her thoughts. 

“I don’t want to say it again, but at this point I’m going to. It feels like that saying, don’t meet your heroes and that sucks but Kate you are not being treated correctly by them. Your girl shouldn’t be letting them treat you this way either, and no matter how amazing she is that doesn’t give her a pass to let others treat you like shit.” The young man isn’t sure why he decided to signal you out, but he did. Trying to shrug off the guilt, he stays head strong in his statement. 

“Clint turned out fine.” Kate’s voice is small, an attempt at her know-it-all mask. It’s a pitiful effort, they both know that but neither point it out. 

Closing his eyes, the grip on his soda tightens just a little and cracks the glass slightly before he takes a deep calming breath. “Well.. maybe that’s because you didn’t start dating his wife?” 

Kate’s head snaps up, wide eyes as she shakes her head adamantly. “I didn’t do anything wrong, Wanda and Natasha gave her permission to go out and be single while they were gone. It isn’t my fault really that they wanted to keep me around after. I didn’t…I-” Her voice dies out as she starts shaking, her head falling back to lean against her knees as she tries to reign in the beginnings of a panic attack. 

The boy sighs, trying to back track immediately. He didn’t want to make her panic or freak out, just point out a basic difference between the two. “Just because you didn’t mean for it to happen, and just because they kept you around, doesn’t mean that you get to be treated like this or that they expected everything to end up like this. Maybe something else happened and now they aren’t sure where the dynamic is?” Slowly speaking, trying to bring focus back to the normal way these conversations go, Peter lets himself watch a few kids play below them on the sidewalk as he waits for a response. 

Kate lifts her head slowly, a confused expression painted across her face as she turns to look at the boy. Her mouth falls open a few times, eyebrows furrowing as she tries to collect her thoughts. A noise of skepticism tumbles from her lips, making her flinch at herself and how pathetic she sounded. 

“You’re telling me that you haven’t noticed anything different? Things haven’t evolved in the year or so that you became part of this dynamic? Even if that evolution isn’t something that you want, it needs to be dealt with before it drags you all down.” He turns to her now, a gentle look on his face as he finally notices she’s calmed down and seemingly back to her fix-it mentality. 

Ocean eyes squint, a teasing look soaring across her face when a mischievous smirk pulls at her lips. “When did you become so smart? You’re a child.” 

He rolls his eyes, running his hand through his messy curls. “Being with MJ has pushed me to learn about things and how to read her emotions.” Trying to push off the real foundation he found, a mentor who has been helping him be a better man for his girlfriend. 

The archer sees right through it, snorting as she mocks her best friend. “You’ve been hanging out with Scott and Hope haven’t you?”

He’s laughing, nodding as he shoves Kate away from him. The two taunt and joke with each for a while, giggling and gossiping like normal teenagers as they watch birds and planes fly by. 

Ringing interrupts the moment, the two of them laughing even harder when the jarring noise almost makes Peter fall off the ledge. 

“If you two are done doing whatever it is that you happen to be doing, I have a mission for you.” The static filled Stark voice almost echoes at the height the two are, bouncing off the glass and muffling against the brick. 

Struggling to contain the giggles, the young boy straightens even though his mentor cannot see him. “Yes Mr. Stark sir, we are ready.” 

Scoffing, the billionaire’s sarcastic smirk can almost be heard as he attempts to hum professionally. “Good, don’t disappoint. The information has been sent to both of your HUDs. I’ll see you both soon.” 

The two of them chug back their drinks, smiles bright as they stand and quickly stretch their legs. Peter’s mask materializes around his head, eyes blinking as he readjusts to the ability to focus. He looks around as Kate’s new suit bleeds out from the shooting glove on her left hand, a mix of nanotech and Uru. The two still can’t believe the suit that was gifted to the CEO, something that must have taken not only a trip into space but months to build. Purple and black in color, shiny as it glows from the magic within its molecules, the suit practically melts against her skin before dark purple glasses slip around her head. 

Kate’s eyes blink frantically, working to quickly adjust to the blinking information that shows up about everything around her; a smirk spreads along her face before she jumps off the ledge. “Race you there!” 

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“Do you think it was a mistake?” The sentence made you freeze, alcohol blurring your vision and sugar rushing your veins. It wasn’t sudden, you knew that your brother and best friend had been walking on eggshells to not bring up the situation that you’re in but you weren’t ready for such a blunt question. A toe dipping into the endless abyss of water, just a touch to see the temperature, was expected even welcomed because you knew you needed to talk about it. You should have known better. You never seemed to get what you thought you needed—no, instead you were handed what the world believed you would benefit from. 

Unsure of where to even begin to answer, you slowly look away from the screen to where the other two sit huddled together. Taking a deep breath you try to settle the sinking feeling in your stomach, the sting of bile crawling its way up your throat at the thought of them asking if one of the three people you love were a blunder. “A mistake?” Your voice is shaky, cracking embarrassingly, bringing a vexed maroon across your face. Something you always hated about yourself was your inability to hide your emotions, your mask only lasting long enough for you to flee judgemental eyes before crumbling into pieces at your feet. 

With each movement, awkward and robotic, crinkling of candy wrappers and snaps of pretzel sticks fill the room. No one really knows where to go with the conversation now, the threat of a full blown fight just a few wrong words away. 

It’s the blonde who gains the courage to speak up first, hesitant with each word nonetheless. “It…we are not saying that you need to end but you do not think this is getting out of control?” 

You are instantly defensive, not wanting to admit to the state of your dynamic. It wasn’t something you were proud of, hiding in the good moments to distract yourself from the bad. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

“Oh now, we all know that is a lie. Do not lie to your best friend.” Yelena settles back into the couch, crossing her arms as she mockingly pouts up at you. She is no longer scared of your outburst, knowing that it’s just a way for you to redirect your own frustration. 

It surprises you when Carson’s voice rings out, strong and confident. Your younger brother is rarely open to confrontation, and it makes the situation you’re in even more serious to you if he is even ready to speak up about it. “Everyone sees it now, even mom and dad are questioning things. You lasted how many years without them even second guessing where you were going, and all that is going to crumble in a couple months.” 

“He isn’t our fucking dad!” Your voice cracks, anger clawing its way up your throat. Glaring at the floor in front of the coffee table, you try to sort through your thoughts quickly but you can’t even decide who you’re actually mad at. 

Carson nods, setting the control on the couch next to him as he sighs. He had thought you would be passively defensive, not outwardly offensive with him but he was wrong. The young boy should have known as soon as he brought up your step-father that things wouldn’t be as smooth for him as they were for the widow next to him. 

Yelena just raises her eyebrow, rolling her eyes as she watches you seethe. “Do not take it out on him, you know that your anger is not at us so take a moment to breathe.” She’s talking almost as if she would to a child, but for some reason it doesn’t make you angry. 

“I don’t know anymore. Okay? Is that what you guys want to hear? I don’t fucking know anymore. Everything is falling apart and everyone is so angry all the time. My life is crumbling, every single thing I thought I knew is breaking. Everything is so tense and I don’t know how to deal with it! I didn’t sign up to keep the entire world together! Okay? I didn’t want this! I am not the one in charge! I signed up to be able to give and do, and become a person that eases the tension in a relationship by just existing as I am. I didn’t sign up to be a smart issue fixer. I sound like a fucking idiot, I can’t fix anything! I couldn’t even save dad, how does anyone expect me to save them? How does anyone expect me to fix things? 

The two watch as you stand up, screaming into the room. It doesn’t scare them but the louder you get the more that your younger brother flinches. The blonde agent just sits there, legs crossed as she watches you break down. No matter how much either of them want to reach out to you, Yelena knows better. The moment you realize that you are still in a room with people you’ll dart, flight kicking in as the fight in you sizzles out. 

She knows you need this, a moment to feel the pain that you have been bottling up for months now. Everything in your body and mind mixes, memories being dragged into your current world to try and make sense of something that you feel like you lost control of. As much as it pains both of them to sit there and do nothing while you crumble in front of them, they know it’s the best thing for you. 

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“The world won’t understand who you are and what you want, but that isn’t something that should cause you to fight this.” The airy, echoey voice grates along the inside of the brunette’s head. Annoyance sinking into her body the moment the conversation diverts to the topic she had been avoiding. She didn’t want to hear another lecture about the future, instead she wanted to be trained like they had agreed upon. 

Wanda sighs, frustration seeping out of her body. She wants to reach out and strangle them but she knows that it would be futile. They aren’t there saying these things out of spite or ill intent, but as knowledge. “What if I want to fight it? What if this isn’t what I want?” 

It’s like they loved to mock the Avenger, snickering at her as she explained her feelings before shooting down every single thing she wanted. “You don’t really get to decide that Wanda, this isn’t something you can just get rid of. It’s your destiny.” The wide smile on their face boils the witch’s blood, wanting to simply speak it out of existence. 

“This doesn’t fit into my plans.” The witch could feel the steel stubborn bricks building in her stomach, something that her parents used to say she had when she was younger. It was always an issue of hers, anytime she wanted something and didn’t feel like she should budge she dug her feet in and built steel bricks. 

Wanda watches as they roll their eyes, taunting her as they lazily inspect their nails. “Losing Pietro and your parents didn’t fit into the plan. Losing your home didn’t fit into the plan. Being taken to this country and forced to fight for a side you never believed in that didn’t fit in the plan.” If the Sokovian could, she would strangle the arrogance out of them; absolutely fuming at the mention of everything she has lost in her life. “This..this fits into the plan more than you could ever believe and you need to trust the prophecy.” 

A sarcastic scoff tears through the brunette’s teeth before she can stop it, eyes twitching as she works to keep the connection between the two of them through her annoyance. Regardless of how much she despised what she was being told, she knew that she needed to hear it. Preparation was needed, and this was the way she would find it. “Until I once again lose everything that I love because of a foolish prophecy. I have finally built a life that I’m happy with, am surrounded by people who love me for who I am. Is that not the real plan? Is that not what I wanted forever?” 

The feeling of a cold finger tilting her head up makes Wanda’s skin crawl, the urge to break the digit off is strong but she resists. A feigned sympathetic look spreads across their face as they coo at the witch. It’s almost believable, but the younger brunette is smarter. She knows they don’t actually care about her, using her to make sure they are safe and able to mold her as needed. This is a strategic survival plan, but she has no other option than to play into it.  “Think bigger sweetheart, love is an Earthly thing. You were destined for more than just this planet.”

Wanda sighs, her face scrunching when she feels her magic surge; begging to break free.  “Maybe it’s you that was destined for more. I want to spend the rest of my time doing exactly what I’ve been doing. Nothing less and nothing more.” 

“If only you could have control over that, but no one can stop this–not even you.” The witch opens her mouth to counteract, complain that if she’s so powerful then why can’t she do something. “No, there’s things out there that even we cannot control and that’s something that we both need to learn to accept.” Their hand reaches up, petting her brunette hair completely disregarding the tense muscles. It’s entirely too much, almost comedical, as if they were baiting an angry bear. 

Wanda’s eyes snap open, glowing crimson as she loses control. She knows what they meant, a world that would know who she is destined to be will emerge inevitably and she has to be ready to lose it all. It’s knowledge she understands, grasps fully, but it’s something that she will fight until her last dying breath. The world can try to destroy the life she has created, but it will have to demolish her along with it. 

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Watching him pace the floors of his old farm house was always weirdly relaxing to Natasha, knowing that being here meant safety. The two friends tried their hardest to never actually come here unless they knew no one would follow them. “You can’t keep acting like you don’t remember what you were told, it isn’t fair to anyone.” Just like that, it’s less of a safe place for the ginger.  

Pouting the assassin stares up at the archer, trying to guilt him into saying sorry for absolutely nothing. “Stop taking someone else’s side, just because she’s your mentee doesn’t denote the fact that I am supposed to be your best friend.” She sighs when she realizes that it didn’t work, the man immune to even her most basic attempts. 

The tired man rolls his eyes, rubbing at his face as he bends down to pick up some thrown clothes on the ground. “That wasn’t the reason, nor am I taking anyone’s side. I just simply think that this entire situation is getting incredibly out of con–” The rest of his lecture is thankfully cut off as his three children come rushing into the room, the youngest immediately running circles around his name sake. 

The young boy practically becomes a cheetah every time he sees the ginger, excitement making his body vibrate. “Auntie Nat, tell dad that we should get pizza tonight please!” Even as he zooms around his big puppy dog eyes are obvious, and it tugs at the widow’s heart strings knowing she can never say no to him. 

“C’mon Barton, don’t be boring! Give the little gremlins what they want!” The ginger drags the youngest boy back, smiling wide at his screeches. Pulling him to sit in her lap, Nat smiles as she hugs Nate as close as possible. She knows that she needs to come around more as she realizes how much heavier he’s gotten since she last saw him. Pushing away the emotion as the speed of his growth hits her, the Russian focuses on the present. 

The glare shot her way is ignored, subtly flipping off the older man. He stands up straighter, raising his eyebrow as he stares down his best friend. “Just because they’re here doesn’t mean you get out of talking, you know that right?” 

“Are you in trouble Aunt Nat?” Lila’s curious gaze meets the widow’s, and Natasha gulps as she silently curses the young girl’s maturity and sharp social skills. She's too young to be this good at it, but then again so was the widow.

Cooper’s ears perk up at that, the older boy starting to grow into his own and eager for a moment to show off his skills. Even if it is his sister that has picked up the family archery, he has officially started exploring different forms of protection. Taking after another Avenger, the boy has been learning how to fight with shields and weapons made for defense. It's something that his family pokes fun at him for, but he loves it.

The Russian smiles, softening her entire expression as she looks over at the young girl. She needs the conversation to end there, or at least the interest in it from the adolescents in the group. “No sweetie, I’m fine. Your dad just wants to try and get me to talk about things I don’t want to talk about.” 

Clint scoffs, rolling his eyes as he settles into the couch and pulls out a menu. “More like talking to someone about something that you need to talk about.” 

Cooper groans, flopping back onto the recliner. “Dad we aren’t little kids anymore, you can talk about grown up things around us. Well I guess Nate is a baby.” He snickers when he sees the younger boy gasp. 

Darting off of Natasha’s lap, Nate launches himself at his older brother. The two immediately begin to wrestle, tumbling over the back of the chair and rolling around on the wooden floor. Lila rolls her eyes, slipping on her headphones as she tries to ignore the annoyance of the boys. One to always try to act cool around her aunt. 

“Figuring out dinner is difficult Clint, and not everyone can just magically do that.” The ginger crosses her arms, slowly receding into herself as she feels the lecture coming back. 

The old archer chuckles, jotting down notes on what they would be ordering that night, barely paying attention to anything the other is saying. “You act like food is so difficult. It’s not. You look at the options, and you pick the best one. It’s that simple Nat.” He presents his list arrogantly to the woman, wiggling his eyebrow mockingly. 

Huffing, the assassin glares at a scuff on the floor. Refusing to the cocky expression on the other’s face, she denies him another time. “Not when it’s dinner for everyone in the house, not everyone is going to be happy with the same thing everytime.” 

Dropping the notepad down on the side table, Clint leans against his knees as he pushes into Natasha’s personal bubble just slightly. “Stop acting like you’re feeding toddlers, it truly isn’t that hard to feed four adults and make sure they all get at least something that will be good for them. I can easily cook dinner for Laura and our kids, you can cook for your group too.” 

“Why does it fall on us, huh? You and I should get the opportunity to just sit back and wait for dinner to be finished.” Not one to take a challenge lightly, the ginger drops her feet to the ground to level up with Barton. 

Smirking, the archer tilts his head and laughs at the woman. He knows exactly where he trapped her, and he knows that he can use it to his advantage now. “Sometimes you gotta step up Nat.” 

“Step up to what dad? It’s just dinner, stop acting like it’s a mission to cook.” Cooper’s crooked grin as he interrupts the competitive moment makes the Avengers chuckle, a split second of relief in the conversation. 

Standing, and obnoxiously stretching, Clint uses his body to force the ginger to lose balance and fall back into the chair. “Yeah, well your Aunt Nat isn’t really good when she’s the one in charge of dinner. She’s burned the food the past few times, keeps just trying to order food to replace it.” 

Nate's eyes brighten, excitement buzzing through his body as he hears one of his favorite dinner ideas. “Delivery is the best though!” 

Nodding along, the father picks up his phone to prepare to call the pizza shop. Pausing, he leans against the table as he takes the minute to look at four of his favorite people. “It’s amazing and fun, but it doesn’t replace a home cooked meal. Sometimes seeing that effort and love put into something so warm means more than something just bought, or picked out. Dinner, and food in general, is an act of love. It’s a way to show someone you care about them, and some days it’s okay to order something to be delivered. It still shows you care enough to get them food, but that extra effort to take time out of your day to plan and actually cook the food is so much better. The food also almost always tastes better. Love isn’t about the money kids, and neither is food. It’s something that your Aunt Nat needs to learn, and it’s a hard lesson to learn but it’s one that everyone has to go through at some point.” 

As he finally turns away, lifting the phone to his ear and the kids go back to playing, the ginger’s focus drifts out the window. Thoughts of you, Wanda, and lastly Kate bounce about through her mind as she debates her next move. 

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“Are.. you alright kid?” The sympathy in the older man’s voice tugged at your nerves, a tone you know not many hear. 

You take your time to answer, debating if you want to attempt to lie. The urge to brush off your feelings and insecurities is strong, especially when you logically know most of them are false, but you know the soldier next to you would never consciously fib to you. “Maybe everyone’s right.” 

The question is silent, a man of few words as per usual. His head is just barely tilting up towards you, waiting patiently but pushing you in the way he knows you need to. 

Tugging your shirt sleeve down, suddenly hyper aware of everything wrong with you, your stomach flips and gags you slightly. It’s almost like your body is trying to reject opening up, anxiety swarming your nerves and every inch of yourself. “It’s illogical for anything in my life, especially this, to work out. It’s the trend at this point, so why would it change? It doesn’t make sense, and one day I’m going to be forced to choose.” Your voice dies out slowly, your body following as you try to curl up in on yourself. 

Bucky’s rough voice cracks the foundation of the wall you had just begun to build, stopping you in your tracks. “Do those people matter? If you guys make it work then really that’s all that matters?” 

His question makes you think, the first person to not just point out the entire situation going on to you as if you weren’t experiencing it currently. It made you malfunction slightly since you had mentally prepared to defend your life, or maybe to get angry again. Instead you take a breath, letting the one thought that you shove down the most run free for a second. “Maybe, or maybe we’re just being naive. I don’t want to ever be put in a position where I have to choose. I know what my choice would be, at least in theory, but…it would destroy me. I’m not even sure who I would be after that.” 

You watch as he flexes his dark vibranium hand, rubbing at it as if he was cleaning up a smudge. Uncertainty rises in your throat, but he once again lays a heavy hand on your fear. “You’re a fighter, and you have plenty of people that would support you in any way you would need. I would support you in any way you would need.” 

You couldn’t help the small smile that pulls at your lips, the normally stoic man always had a soft side for you. It was something that you found pride in, keeping moments like this close to your heart. The relationship you had with the soldier was something that was incredibly important to you, and you knew that he treasured you.  

The happiness you feel is short lived as you let his statement sink into your mind, letting it get engulfed by the darkness that sits within you. Turning such a beautiful sentiment into another dagger to dig into the wound that you never let heal, only scabbing over for a brief time before you allow it to be ripped back apart by your mind. “I was never meant to make it this far, never meant to save myself. I’ve known that from the beginning. I’ve been playing in overtime, a dangerous game to play.” 

Flashes of nights spent alone, the weight of a loaded pistol in his hand, fill his mind momentarily. Blinking rapidly, the older man tries his hardest to ignore his own memories as his determination to keep you safe overpowers. “You know I disagree with that.” 

Rolling your eyes, you lightly shove him. “Just because you disagree doesn’t mean everyone in the world disagrees.” 

Stuttering, a moment of disbelief filters through the older man’s mind. He spent so many years under the influence of chemicals and other people, but for some reason he was able to make it through. Not necessarily the best mentally, Bucky survived and is now the happiest he has ever been. He wants to help you, wants to ease your tension and fears but how can he help someone whose brain is miraculously even darker than his. 

“Sometimes I feel like the world would end if I didn’t exist, which is really ironic for someone that wanted to die most of their life. I don’t understand living, or joy in the daily world. I never did. Even as a kid I romanticized death and ceasing to exist, it seemed peaceful and ideal. It wasn’t because I thought I couldn’t handle responsibilities or anything, at least that wasn’t why back then, but because I thought that was like my destiny. Ultimately death is everyone’s, in theory eventually, but for me it always felt like I was bound for an early untimely demise ” Chuckling, you can’t help but flourish your words at the idea that played in your head almost daily for most of your life. For you death was only scary when it wasn’t your own, instead you would greet it with open arms for yourself but it simply seemed to never want to welcome you back. 

You never thought it was dark, or sad, just the way your life went. The mindset you had didn’t please most people, and you try your hardest to ignore those thoughts as much as possible but it isn’t always easy. As of lately, with everything going on, the world around you no longer is loud enough to drown out your deepest dark romantic thoughts. Instead it sang its grim melody, luring you back into its grasp. “Keeping everything together, things are falling through the cracks and I don’t have all the information. I can’t be the glue anymore when I can’t even keep myself together.” 

Bucky eyes flicker around, trying to think of how to answer everything that he had just heard. He knows that you don’t want to hear anything about death, your mind has been made up for years now, so instead he focuses on something he may be able to help with. “Are you the glue because your dynamic falls solely on you and your involvement or because whatever is happening right now is forcing you to believe that you’re the only thing keeping everyone involved in the relationship?” 

Your mouth opens and closes, jaw tense as you stew on the words Bucky said. It wasn’t something you ever wanted to think about, a flaw within the dynamic that ultimately fulfilled all your dreams. While you know that most people believe that you saved Wanda and Natasha’s relationship, you don’t like to think that. They would have survived, and thrived on their own, but you do know that you brought a steadiness that they were not used to. Many say that you saved Kate, but in all reality you believe that the two of you saved yourselves to end up together. You didn’t like the idea of being the reason why Kate is thriving, the girl fought her whole life and she deserves the credit for where she is. Pride wells up inside you every time you think about the warrior that she is, and how she truly is a hero. She may never fully believe that, regardless of her god complex, but she is your hero. Everything she ever does is amazing, and leaves you breathless, but you see the anxiety and the hesitation with each movement and decision. 

Unbeknownst to you, the soldier next to you was watching you carefully. Analyzing you as you zoned out, a moment of silence between the two of you allowed him to gather his thoughts. He knew that you had a darker side, a part of you that most ignored for the cute loveable layer. It was a fact, but he wasn’t used to seeing it so much. You had been far less bubbly and adorable as of lately, the weight of everything dragging you down and allowing the gloomy side out.  

The mostly comfortable tranquility was shattered by your best friend slamming open the stairwell door, the two of you flinching as you turned to her. Her face is frantic, breaking all of her training as she looks around. “Grab your suit, kid, we must go now.” She shakes her head, cutting you off effectively when you go to question her. The look she shoots your way is all you needed to see, jumping over the couch. 

Thoughts distraught in your head, you can feel a slight burn along your left rib cage. Rubbing at it you are surprised when your suit starts melting across your skin, realizing that it’s been enchanted. The dark, almost black, suit quickly covers your body and a mask slips over your head. You blink when your vision glows red, purple writing explains everything around you and gives you information on anything that you may need. Looking down at your hands you realize that the mask shows you all the weapons that you have, magically concealed within the belt now around your waist. 

You can feel the power surging through you, and when you hear Wanda’s voice echoing through the mask you feel confident. With the witch’s magic protecting you, and her voices guiding you, there wasn’t anything you felt like you couldn’t conquer. “Let’s do this.” Laying your hand on Yelena’s shoulder, you will yourself to be where you need to be. Disappearing, the two of you leave a static filled smoke cloud behind. 

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The ginger barely blinks when she sees the remnants of scarlet mist floating in her peripheral vision. “You know, whenever you said you would show up wherever I needed you I never thought that you would really start showing up without my asking for it.” 

Wanda settles in the seat next to her girlfriend, sitting sideways so that she can look at her. Letting her legs hang over the armrest, the younger woman rolls her eyes and sarcastically tips an invisible hate towards the widow. “I’m at your service, night and day. Top notch, automatic. We’re all just living in your world, aren’t we?” The smirk pulls at her lips, her eyebrow raises cockily. 

It didn’t take the widow much brain power to pick up on the sarcasm dripping from the witch's lips, a bad habit that only grew after the two collared you. The young Sokoivian was never really a sardonic person, just had a mask of confidence, but your bratty side unlocked a part of her that no one could control. “Destined to rule the world and can’t even admit to it being yours, how humble of you.” 

“Don’t you own them? Isn’t that what you said? Bishop? Your Toy? Aren’t they our world? You say I’m destined to prevail, but we both know you are awaiting the destruction not the regime.” Wanda picks at her nails, an act that the other woman sees through easily. The younger of the two always had a harder time hiding her emotions, a detrimental issue for her powers. 

Natasha chuckles dryly, focusing on the panel of screens as she tries to act unaffected by the other woman’s attempt at baiting her. “Dramatic as usual, if only you left that in the past with the heavy eyeliner and tacky pleats.” 

Twirling one of her rings around her finger, the witch’s eyebrows scrunch mockingly together as she stares at her partner. “Are you sure you were trained to be an assassin, you spend more time critiquing my old fashion choices and pining over millionaires than you do actually going on missions nowadays.” 

Hitting the display board as she finishes inputting the last bit of information, hitting the button for Friday to take over. “Ah the root of all the problems in the world. Me liking someone that isn’t you. Don’t you think it’s a little ironic that you’re so possessive over me when you’re the one that wanted to open the relationship?” Spinning the chair to look at Wanda, the ginger struggles to keep her anger in check as she sees how nonchalantly the woman is talking about everything. 

A taunting laugh falls from her lips, the witch paying no attention to her seething girlfriend as she plays with a small ball of her magic. “Jealousy is a quaint little idea Romanoff, if only such things were of my nature.” Finally raising her gaze to meet the older Avenger’s eyes, Wanda's nose scrunches as she mocks her. 

Rolling her eyes, Natasha scoffs as she plants her feet firmly on the ground between the two of them. Leaning in she reaches up to shove the other girl’s feet to the ground, smirking as she stumbles a bit. “Right, you would never be envious of me. I’m not good enough for that, that’s reserved for cocky archers.” Gripping the witch’s chin, the spy forces her face to level with hers; a feeble attempt at gaining the upper hand. 

Wanda uses the position she’s in to her advantage, letting her mouth fall open just slightly and softening her gaze. She looks up at Natasha through her lashes, a face she knows the older woman can never say no to. “She’s more than that, but if you want to demote her to such a title; let’s talk about that.” Her voice is light, but the bite is evident as she practically whispers. “If she’s just an archer, why would you care so much about fixing your preposterous reaction? Why would a simple athlete’s feelings matter so deeply to you that you would stoop to the level of the Americans that are just so infantile to you for celebrating a fake holiday?” 

The silence is loud, a representation of the ginger’s confidence as it dies out. The witch’s innocent doe eyes hardened and spark up with mischief as she realizes her words were finally cutting deep. Competition was always a strong common ground for the two, even during an argument as both sides push and prod the other to try and outdo them. “Usually you would fill the dead air, Natalia. Most people wouldn’t allow someone to spread such lies about them. Unless they aren’t lies, unless the world was oh so wrong about the heartless Black Widow. Is that it? The idea of your beloved princess and her worthless stray being mad at you gnawing at your black heart strings. The thought tearing at your chest like a black hole. Isn’t it funny that you act so unaffected by everything but really you couldn’t handle the fact that someone put their hands on a moronic mongrel that you couldn’t muster up a single sympathetic word.” 

A defeated sigh falls from the spy’s lips, falling back into the captain’s chair as she lets go of the brunette’s chin. “Are you acting out Maximoff?” 

Wanda, thriving as she watches Natasha retreat, lets her ego get bigger. Sitting up straighter, posture becoming more regal as she arrogantly looks down on the spy; pride in what she believes is finally a win for her after months of back and forth. “Tell me I’m wrong and I’ll stop. Tell me that you aren’t fighting your own mind daily. Wishing you could slit the throats of those men, wishing you could destroy every single childhood memory of the mutt you fell for.” 

“Maybe you’re right, but don’t you think it’s funny that you gave them the reaction they wanted because you didn’t want them to be scared of you. You aren’t soft, and you aren’t loving. You’re cold and calculated. If anyone here is heartless it’s you Maximoff. You are filled with a darkness that even the most evil of men couldn’t fathom, a tenebrosity overwhelming even the blackest of nights.” Even though the words she speaks are harsh, Natasha curls into herself. Backing away from her girlfriend as she tries to reign in anything she might later regret. She knows her training is better than this, but something about Wanda has always made her lose control in every way no matter how good or bad. 

Clenching her jaw, the witch can feel the tension brewing inside her body. Her shoulders rigid as she tries to figure out what is about to happen. She doesn’t want to use her magic, instead relying on the fact that she knows the widow like the back of her hand. It doesn’t fail her often. “At least I had a reaction, fake or not. I didn't need to grovel at the feet of a spoiled rich kid. My dignity is still intact unlike yours.” 

“You can have dignity, all high and mighty but what will you be left with after that? A fake air of confidence and a mask that sinks so deep that even you forget who the real girl underneath it all is? The girl that Pietro left behind completely gone? Did she die with him?” A sad, almost sullen smile pulls at the corners of Natasha’s mouth as she looks up slowly. Her bright forest green eyes almost look wet with unshed tears, something that would fool most people but not Wanda. No matter how much the widow plays, she knows that she’ll never be able to actually trick the brunette into believing any of her tactics. She had to have known that this was the plan all along, a hit below the belt to get her to back off after she had cornered her. It was dirty, and unkind, but at this point in the game nothing was off the table anymore. 

It took a moment for what the assassin said to really sink in, almost lost in the bubbling anger but when it finally hit the world felt cold. Her brother was always left untouched, a memory that she cherished and tended to daily so she would never be without. A thing atop of pedestal where no one could reach, but the Russian had decided to get a ladder and step into a different playing field. “She may have died with him, left in a pile of rubble but at least she was real. Loved and cherished. Where’s the real Natalia? Did you ever know her? Did anyone ever know the real you or did your poor mother sell that off too? What was she worth? Has to be more than whatever we’re left with.” 

Bringing up specific things, like her brother or the ginger’s lineage, wasn’t something that Wanda took pride in. The business the two were forced into brought enough opportunities for low blows and deep cuts to hash open, memories of beloved people weren’t something that needed to be tainted. Only stooping low when others decided to, digging a basement for the rock bottom jabs. 

Deciding that was enough for the time being, Wanda takes the shocked silence as her chance to disappear. Her knowledge of the one person on this Earth that she truly thought she knew inside and out failed her. 

It’s almost entirely silent in the quinjet, even the wind rushing as the ginger flies through the air isn’t heard. The trace of crimson fog lingering in the air as Natasha sits there struggling to breathe, alone once more. 

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The world flashed before the two young heroes' eyes, a moment that drew slow for just the duo as they realized that this was no ordinary robbery. Frozen in their spot, an imaginary glue adhering them to the metallic floor, it’s almost like watching television. A deep rooted want to scream out, to heckle the characters on the screen for not moving, but reality slaps them across the face when a terrified scream rings in their ears.

The two young New York natives realize that they are the ones in the show, forcing themselves to move in the heat of the moment. Scattering in hopes to stay vigilante, one step ahead of the masked men who are patrolling the floor. Slipping into a trusty vent, the archer takes a page from her own mentor’s book as she just barely stows away before she’s seen. 

Kate’s eyes search out the young spider, something she would chastise herself for later. How could she lose sight of her partner? It was basically rule number one, always know where your allies were. Slumping against the vent wall, she takes a moment to try and control her nerves. The guys below her were familiar but mind bogglingly overpowered, she wasn’t sure where they got whatever weapons from but it wasn’t something in the information sent by Stark. A fact that she would have to remember to bring up to him. 

Crackling the young spider’s voice finally breaks through her ear piece, and she looks around trying to find where he is. Finally seeing him in a dark corner across the room, hanging on by his webs, the archer is relieved to hear his static filled voice. The two take a minute, breathing a sigh of relief when they realize they are both safe for the moment. 

When an energy beam goes flying by Peter’s face, miraculously not giving away his position, the young boy starts trying to figure out a plan. “We gotta go down before they do anything dangerous, I wonder why Mr. Stark didn’t tell us about whatever glowy stuff they have.” 

“I’m not sure he knew, but this bank looks familiar.” Ignoring how the boy starts pestering her, ocean blue eyes scan the area before it clicks. Her company helped service them, and she wiggles gleefully. Slipping a trick arrowhead from the new pack, she waits patiently for a louder noise before stabbing it into the metal near her. Quickly pulling up her watch, a projection allows her to use the B. Tech arrowhead to take over the entire building’s electrical system.

It only takes a few swipes before the entire building’s power shuts down, everything going deadly quiet before the emergency lights click on. The people below, recovering from shock, finally started to search for who was responsible. 

“Woah did you just do that?” Peter’s eyes are squinting at the archer as he tries to look at what she’s doing from across the bank. 

Kate just giggles, nodding as she swipes through surveillance and vault locks. “My company wired this entire building, I just took this fight back for us. We just gotta be quick.” The CEO rolls her shoulders, closing the blinking projection and motioning out to the spider where she would be going. 

Slipping out of the vent, her legs dangling, the archer scans the area quickly before throwing an arrowhead across the room. A forcefield expanding as the trick arrow bounces, blocking off an entire hallway. Immediately giving away their positions, but the element of surprise and night vision on their side. Though the two don’t fight side by side, back to back, the two keep track of one another at all times. 

It’s almost effortless as Peter webs up three guys approaching Kate’s back, and the archer takes out a man with a blaster aiming for the spider. It’s a rough fight, the young Avengers not quite prepared for a group of people that can handle the type of weapons that they wield.

The two spend more time protecting, acting on the defense rather than offense. They knew that it was going to be a tricky mission when they realized how many civilians were scattered through the group. Understanding that worrying for others safety is causing them to be on the losing end of the fight. 

“Oh spidey boy!!!” The deep voice sings out, mocking the young boy. 

Slipping as she hears the voice, Kate loses balance momentarily causing her to miss her target. Cursing herself, the archer quickly takes the target down at the last second and barely saves a young girl. She isn’t sure where her fellow hero is, but she hasn’t been alerted by the AI that there was an issue so she has to assume that nothing is wrong. 

“Get your head in the game, Kate.” The more she moves the more she berates herself to do more, swinging around to take down different masked men. Her new bow mindlessly switches between sword and bow as quickly as her own reflexes, arrowheads traveling up her arm and Uru spines extend instantaneously as the sharp point touches it’s rest. The fluid motion in which her new suit and equipment works with her body is mesmerizing, a new extension of her own mind.

She almost feels like a hero now, not just in bravery and attitude but look and technology as well. No longer needing to rely just on her own eyesight and guesstimating, the HUD in the glasses framing her face telling her all the information she would ever need. The pack along her torso was the most amazing part of her new set up, instant arrowheads all controlled by her thoughts allowed for a practically flawless display of her skills. 

Every opportunity that she’s had to put this new suit on was something that she could have only dreamed of. Fights have become something almost like a tournament to her, competitive to an even higher max than before as she finally settles into her laser focus. Nothing but her next movements, the next person to protect, on her mind; Kate feels at the top of her game.

A bone chilling scream rings throughout the bank, echoing off the large marble sculptures, making everyone turn to look at the source. There in the center of the room, clutching and clawing at his head, is Peter crumpled in a withering heap. A dissipating green smog floats in the air around his collapsed body, a subtle sizzling sound can be heard through the tense silence. It’s almost like even the masked men weren’t prepared for the reaction they got, frozen in their position. 

Scanning his body, the AI in Kate’s ears is practically screaming and rushing her forward to save the boy whose body is rejecting all functions. She’s moving before she can realize it, the edge of her sword sparking as she slides across the stone floor. Coming to a stop on her knees in front of her best friend’s balled up from, she takes out a few men sprinting towards them without taking her eyes off of the man holding a broken tube. Arrowhead and sword in hand, the young Avenger stands to her feet. 

Her face is painted with anger and vengeance, even though her suit covers most of her expression, and she barely flinches when the second man in charge comes to stand next to his friend. Tossing the trick arrow to the ground, a force field surrounds the four of them and Kate lets her mask down. “I wanted you to see the face of the girl who is about to destroy you.” 

“This is the infamous Hawkeye?” Their laughs bounce against the sizzling electricity, mocking as it echoes in the small makeshift arena. The two men clearly only paid attention to the boy behind the archer, not realizing how much damage that the archer could really do. 

“Is this our movie moment? Where we get on our knees and beg a little girl to spare our lives because you’re just oh so powerful.” The two men aren’t even phased as they cackle, joking as Kate holds two arrowheads between her fingers. 

Fanning them out, she focuses on how she is close enough to see the veins in their necks bulging as they howl. She wants to seethe, rage overtaking her actions, the need to protect her best friend strong but something feels wrong. The men don’t seem to even care that she’s there, holding deadly weapons, and while the young girl is used to people underestimating her this was different. 

Confusion floods her body, almost forcing the confidence that she was feeling out. She doesn’t understand this dreadful cloud that is hanging above her head. This wasn’t the moment to get insecure about her abilities, she had an important job to do which only got more needed when Peter was taken out. 

“At least we know what our Love Bug looks like all grown up.” Kate blinks, once and then again as her gaze lifts to scan the man’s covered face. The breath gets caught in her throat as her mind fights against the protective wall around forbidden memories. 

Everything is happening all too fast, cracks breaking the foundation of her entire heroic facade. She can’t break now, not here; not in front of them. The blood in her body pumps cold, a stark contrast to the vengeful hot temperature it was seconds ago. Kate wants to move, can hear the AI in her ear urging her to move now while the two were distracted but she can’t.  

The second man hits the other on the chest, pointing at the CEO’s body as his disgusting gaze travels downward. “Just as hot as she was back then, honestly I could take another go at her.” 

The sentence was muttered, almost under his breath but it was almost like he screamed it to the archer. Her entire body shakes, and her heart begins racing. She wanted to run, to hide under a blanket and pretend like the world no longer exists. 

It’s almost like her suit takes over for her, the archer’s knees weak and almost collapsing under her. Forcing Kate’s hand to move, readying to throw the arrowheads, but the two men reach up and slip their masks off. Even though she had realized who they were, their voices engraved into even the deepest of her memories, the second she could physically see their eyes and their cocky arrogant smirks everything crashed and burned. It’s almost like she could still feel the rough messy hair atop their heads, muscle memory trying to shove it away forces her to drop her weapons.  

Stepping towards her, even though she’s the same height as them now, they practically loom over her. It’s intimidating as they almost circle towards her, kicking away the fallen sword. Tugging off their gloves, one of them reaches up to cup her flinching face. Calloused thumb rubbing her cheek, so aggressively that it almost leaves a raw red mark, while the other man grabs at her waist. When Kate’s face lowers, sinking in on herself as she attempts to be smaller, the man’s hand leaves her body to tangle his fingers into her hair. 

Yanking her head back, the two chuckle at her pained expression. Almost tugging her head back and forth, inspecting her. For the first time in about eight years the young brunette finally raises her eyes to make direct eye contact with the two men who destroyed her life. Hating herself as she searches for the sparkle of the men she grew up with, a glimmer of the people who father trusted most. Mind racing as she figures out a way to win the game, to make sure that they are proud and happy of her at the end of play time. 

“Did you miss us, Bug?” 

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[cutthroatcarnival]

Revered Deity, Unknown Hero (3/10)

Read chapters 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10

Find it on AO3 here!

Theory of Divinity

The divine are a familiar sort when you’ve interacted with them every day for years. Magic from divine beings is familiar to Sky, he knows their signature like the back of his hand- warm, light, and golden.

When Sky had first met the other members of the Chain- as Wind had jokingly coined them as- he could feel the divine magic radiating off them in waves. It wasn’t theirs, not completely. For one, the magic was only a portion, the rest Unknown to him. The other was purely Divine, a flash of bright gold and deep blue. The rest were simply a mark, to brand them as heroes.

Sky may not be as magically attuned as some of the others were, but he knew divinity on an intimate level. Having been caught in their push and pull for a chunk of his life, it was as known to him as muscle memory.

Once, he had asked Sun why he could feel and sense this magic. She had taken his hands, held his gaze with eyes over a millenia old, and explained to him how divine magic had wound its way into his own well; Levias, Faron, Eldin, Lanayru, Fi, herself, Ghirahim, and Demise had all imprinted their divine magic onto his own, accidental or purposeful.

For one with divine magic can only be sensed by another.

Laughter brings him back to the present. The nine of them are traipsing through the Surface in search of the reported black-blooded monsters. A few Blessed Butterflies had landed on Warriors, looking as if they belonged there, casting the captain as borderline ethereal.

The snap of Wind’s pictobox startles the butterflies, and they disperse from the captain, twirling around him as they fly up and out of sight.

Sky was never the studious type, that was Sun’s domain, but he always had a soft spot for history (and bugs) in the academy, and down on the surface where he met Gorko- a Goron with the same passion for history as himself. Through him, and Strich, he had learned plenty on how Blessed Butterflies acted around magic; they stayed far away from anything deemed too dark, and strived and hovered around divine magic- they marked Goddess Walls for him after all.

For them to flutter so closely to Warriors, it only solidified what he theorized. And landing on him? They only ever did that with Sun- a being so purely divine, the direct reincarnation of the Goddess Hylia.

What was it? Where did it come from? Was it just Warriors? After all, he looked precisely like the deity pictured in Wild’s book and described in Legend’s tale.

Sky would rather it not be the alternative. Subconsciously, his fingers brushed along his bangs, even without direct contact he could feel the scar. An eternity of reminders for what he had done. He really hoped it wasn’t from the same fate that had befallen him.

Because once you kill a God… aren’t you basically one yourself?

#linked universe #linked universe chain #lu chain #lu warriors #lu time #lu sky #lu legend #lu twilight #lu wind #lu four #lu wild #lu hyrule #god of war warriors #mars writes #cross posted on ao3 #lu fanfiction #linked universe fanfic #lu fic #linked universe fic #revered deity unknown hero

[cupiden]

blurb…loki feels no remorse after almost killing you hurt/angst

she almost died. the explosion leading to a fire not far from the central place of the city almost cost her her life and it did effectively kill other people, that, she was sure of. the city was in ruins since the avengers came to save the day. as she took a walk through what was left of the city she saw loki standing in front of a pile of scrap metal. you didn’t even question why he was there in the first place, she was just so relieved to see him.

loki had taken a liking to her a few months ago. she met him through tony and clint, even though she wasn’t part of the team and considered a civilian. as he would comment on how stupid humans were, she loved to make fun of his "all knowing and all mighty" facade. that led to a lot of banter and most importantly a lot of fun. in the span of 6 months, he became one of her favorite people in this universe.

no one knew why loki stayed on earth. he got offered to go back home multiple times since he was basically considered harmless now. so it was unexplicable how a literal god would voluntarily talk to some girl that happened to know a couple of avengers. she isn’t even friends with the right ones. it was pathetic, he thought.

she jogged to him as soon as she saw him, still feeling the adrenaline in her legs from earlier. the closer she came to him the more he seemed deep in thought. as if the world was on his shoulders. when she reached him, she just stood right next to him, staring at that same pile, in silence.

"you’re not dead." he comments flatly still not looking at her.

"never." she answers as she attempts to replicate his tone.

"it didn’t work.." loki says, as he seems to drown in his thoughts.

"what should’ve worked?" she answers and slightly turns her head towards him while keeping her eye on the pile.

"the fire, it didn’t work. i set it and it seemed like nothing but little fireworks." this time, loki sounded almost humorous with his tone. the only time that he wanted to laugh, it wasn’t funny.

when the realization dawned on her, she was hit almost immediately by a wave of emotions that she tried to control through her breathing. why did he do it? and why to innocent people who asked for nothing? she knew he wasn’t a hero or anything but she still believed he had somewhat of a moral compass. and he knew that she was in the area? is it why he did it? or was it just because? as she felt herself getting more intense, the best way to describe the way she was feeling inside, her breathing increased.

"so why’d you do it?" her breathing was becoming irregular. she fully turned her head to look at him for the first time since she jogged up to him. she was trying to calm herself down from the impending flow of tears that was threatening to happen.

loki looked away for a second and took a deep breath. he didn’t know how to answer her without proving to her that he is every single thing people say he is and that there’s nothing that she can do about it.

“maybe i wanted to watch the world burn.” he states simply with narrowed eyes and his body fully facing her now.

he doesn’t care, she thought. everything he succeeded to make her believe about him, how he wasn’t what everyone thought he was, how genuine and caring he could be at times. she was in disbelief. taking a deep breath she has a realization that terrifies her but that she still wants the answer to.

“with me along with it? she further questions, tears starting to flow delicately down her face. the air was icy and the way her face hurt started to feel exactly like how her heart was breaking, it seemed.

“yes, darling. you along with it.” loki sighs while looking down at her face with flattened lips. he seemed to gauge her reaction after he said that.

how could a nickname disgust her so much when it fell out of his mouth? he really earned his title of god of mischief, she thought.

he continued, "i don’t know exactly what you were expecting me to say or do but i’m not here to fulfill your little fantasies about some love story. i am a god." he insisted on that last sentence. he knew deep down that what they shared wasn’t like teenagers falling in love. she started to feel like home and it terrified him. and with that, he left her side, without looking at her once.

credits to @celestialwrites for the prompt idea!

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[sorcerous-caress]

You've sucked me into the human kink, I have been bewitched <3 tmi but my new go to spank material is that I'm an adventuring party's precious lil cleric, especially in a group of butch warrior women. I offer full body ;) care and they reward me for my services with orgasms and protection.

With a stoic stone butch Half-Orc ranger serving as our leader, an older playful dwarven woman as our fighter, the party rogue is a surprisingly bashful tiefling, there's a mean hard dom drow lady who is our magical expert wizard, and a dragonborn Paladin of the same deity who can be especially protective.

After a very successful job we all rent a big room in a tavern and they all run a train on me..... okay I'll see myself out

Each time I try to write about cleric reader, i get flashbacks to playing squishy supports in moba games where the enemy runs a train on me under the turrent with my useless adc spamming "sup dif"

Maybe if our jungler wasn't busy sucking the mid off, then they'd have had a bit of time to disway the enemy jungler from blowing my guts. Idk what the top is doing honestly, they're in their own world half of the game. Who are they even fighting? The enemy top is right here under the turrent cucking my adc by wave stallling.

But anyway, cleric human let's go.

Imagine it was originally just you and one of them at the start. A new adventuring team, a half-orc ranger, and her precious human healer who tends to her every need and fawns over her every cut and scar.

The second you walked into that adventuring guild, you didn't even get to have a look around before this intimidation half-orc woman approched you. Her tusks were so big and sharp, het gaze sends chills down your spines and her biceps were easily the size of your head.

It was obvious you were a cleric from the way you dressed. The holy clothes, the innocent attire and the cute necklace with a symbol of your god on it. The spellbook you clutched to so adorably as if it will protect you from the dangers of the world outside.

The second she saw you enter, she knew the others here would be swarming you like flies. Everyone wants a healer but nobody wants to be the healer, everyone wants to be the hero of the story.

Not her tho, she never did this for the fame, glory, or gold. She truly was it in for the betterment of the world, no matter how much her own kind is viewed as evil and self serving, she did not care for what others think of her, she'll gladly crush their skulls with her bare hands.

So she tested you as she stood in front of you, not saying a word and watching your reaction closely. Will you run away from this scary half-orc with tears on your pretty cheeks and go hide behind the first human fighter you could spot?

But no. You didn't. Instead, you've only extended your hand to her with a friendly smile. Introducing yourself and asking for her own name. You also spoke normally, unlike how others, especially elves, tend to talk to her own kind with slow condcending words as if she was a brute who didn't understand basic language.

With her by your side, no one else dared to approach you in the guild hall. She walked you through the process of registering as an adventurer, making sure to explain everything you didn't understand and answer all of your questions. Clearly taking pride in showing off her intelligence as a high level ranger.

That's how the two of you met, and since that day she has been by your side. She was clever and knew how to win fights before they even started, a true warrior of the mind that could trick her enemies into walking straight into traps.

But even then, some fights she had to face head on and take the hits meant for you. She always made you her top priority to protect, even sometimes forsaking the mission for your own safety and carrying you away.

At night, the two of you sit around the fire. Her familiar companion cuddling into her side, with you in her arms as you doze off in the safety of her lap.

Then, eventually, someone else approaches the two of you in the guild after turning in a certain mission. A drow wizard with her expensive looking dress walking towards you with confidence.

Staring the two of you down, her confidence didn't falter even after meeting the half-orc eyes. But she did give a small smile towards you, reaching out and holding your chin in her fingers. Turning your face from side to side as she took in your features in great details.

Your half-orc companion got agitated at this strange woman thinking she had the right to just walk up to and touch you. Almost slapping her hand away, wasn't it for the drow pulling back her hand first.

Her next words, are her announcing the fact she is joining your party, human.

#♡human reader #♡human kink #♡fluff #♡half-orcs #♡drows #♡human cleric #dnd human kink

[eddie-hellfire-munson]

-𝕰𝖉𝖉𝖎𝖊 𝕸𝖚𝖓𝖘𝖔𝖓 𝕳𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖈𝖆𝖓𝖔𝖓𝖘-

authors note: all of these headcanons are entirely sfw♡ I might make an nsfw one in the future but I hope you all enjoy these! Please let me know if you'd like to see more, I had to stop myself before I listed too many!!

Would absolutely let you wear any of his clothing including jewelry such as rings, necklaces, etc

Would notice you staring at the pick around his neck and immediately have a matching one for you to wear the next day.

His rings, next to his guitar, are some of his most prized possessions. Worked a part-time job at the mall to be able to afford them.

His guitar, don't even get me started on his guitar that thing is his BABY. He only let's people he trusts with his life touch it, which does include you and that's basically it. Henderson tried plucking at the strings once and you swear you've never seen the color drain from a man's face so fast in your whole life. He did go easy on the kid though, he didn't know any better after all.

Definitely worked his ass off and saved every penny for that Warlock [NJ series] and the custom paint job and electronics. That thing was not cheap.

You learned pretty quickly into your friendship and eventual relationship that if the man is in his own home he will not ever be wearing a shirt. He just doesn't like the way they constrict his torso sometimes.

Always coming up with cute little pet names. The first he ever used on you was dollface, the newest addition being sweetheart which had previously been reserved solely for his guitar as that is in fact her name. Yes.. her.

Always said she [sweetheart, the guitar] was the only thing he needed in his life until he met you.

The man is a raging pansexual. Come on, you can't tell me he's not.

Undiagnosed ADHD tm.

Will constantly stim by twirling his hair or fidgeting with the rings on his fingers because he likes the way the flat smooth metal slides against his skin. It's just satisfying.

Lots of leg bounces when he's anxious, will also sortof flail his hands and pace when he's nervous or overwhelmed.

Incredibly emotional but has a very hard time explaining said emotions.

Will sit you down with headphones over your ears and tell you to "just listen to the lyrics really closely for me sweetheart" and you better do it because this is him expressing those emotions to you in a way he better understands.

Would absolutely protect you with his life.

Man says he's not brave, that he isn't a hero but boy when it comes to you that's a whole different story.

Incredibly deep sleeper, like seriously nothing will wake this man up once he's out he's out like a fuckin light.

Very messy morning hair that he let's you brush because you're much better at getting all the knots out.

Sleepy morning voice is very deep.

Loves to fanboy over fantasy books to you, bonus points if you let him read them to you. He loves it when you want to be just as immersed in his special interests as he is.

Absolutely knows Tolkien's elvish.. actually asked you out in Quenya and when you had no idea what he said he simply repeated it and stared at you expectantly.

You had to gently explain to him that you had no idea what he was saying. It clicked after that and he asked you out in English.

You however did not escape Quenya and are almost as fluent in it as he is now.. yes you share secret conversations between eachother while around the others, not including Henderson because he is actually picking up on the language way too fast.

Remember that guitar? Well he was very surprised when you said you wanted to learn how to play and while he can't afford to buy you your own he gives you lessons in his trailer and let's you play his. Wayne always jokes about how you play better and Eddie tries not to roll his eyes every time the same joke is made.

Horror movies actually aren't his favorite genre, it's romantic comedies like sixteen candles.. though he'd never willingly admit that.

Will still sit through a horror movie but definitely expect him to jump a bit whenever anything scary happens, will pull you closer to him every time so that's at least one positive thing.

Incredibly affectionate both at home and in public, always touching you somehow whether it be holding your hand or hugging you from behind with his chin resting on your head. He's basically like a big puppy around you, big golden retriever energy.

His hair isn't exactly sacred to him but he won't let just anyone cut it. After a few mishaps with a pair of scissors [he cut his own bangs too short] he started letting you touch up his shag.

He's very into physical keepsakes, almost every date of yours has been documented with a little Polaroid picture. He keeps them hung on his wall next to his guitar.

His eyes are always on you whenever you're around, just admiring you as much as he possibly can because how did he get so lucky?

Not good at dancing but will absolutely grab you by the waist and start to whenever ABBA or Duran Duran comes on.

The man might be a metalhead but trust me when I say metal isn't the only sort of music he listens to.

Tight hugs, literally every single time. Those warm comfy ones where he wraps his arms around you and nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck. You could stay like that for hours.. and you have many times.

Again the man might be a metalhead but hygiene is incredibly important to him despite what some may say. Always smells like clean linen and the mahogany & vetiver scented body wash/shampoo he uses.

Will occasionally smell like weed or cigarette smoke because let's be honest here he smokes pot on the daily.

He only smokes cigarettes when under extreme amounts of stress, which is a fair amount less now that you've come into his life.

Smoking with Eddie [if you partake] or just being around him while he's high is always an experience. If you thought the man couldn't be any more clingy and affectionate boy were you wrong.

High story times are always fun as well.

Will blurt out the most random things like "did you know that Gremlins could totally exist in this world and nobody would fuckin know about it?" and then proceed to tell you the completely legitimate reasons for this theory.

Actually loves it when you play with his hair and put it into different styles. You put it into two high pigtails once and you swore he laughed harder than he ever has before.

As much as he would love to buy you gifts the man does not have a lot of money to spare so instead he does things like picking you wildflowers or crafting mixtapes for you.

The songs on those mixtapes are definitely in a very specific order so you better not skip over any.

You went to one of his shows once and you swore the man smiled from ear to ear, so you've been showing up to them ever since.

Would dedicate songs to you- "this one goes out to my lovely partner y/n" before doing a cover of 'I was made for lovin' you' by Kiss.

Has definitely written songs about you, and he's absolutely sang them to you in the confines of his own room. It's not that he's embarrassed to sing them live, it's just the other members of Corroded Coffin got tired of preforming a new song about you every other week.

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[isfjmel-phleg]

Kon does not have a secret identity before moving in with the Kents and taking the name Conner Kent. But that's not the first civilian name he ever uses. His earliest alias is Carl Krummet (...or Krummett, or Grummet).

This was a play on the names of his co-creators, Karl Kesel and Tom Grummett. It first appears during a case in which he needs to go undercover at a high school and adopts his own version of a mild-mannered Clark Kent-esque persona.

(Superboy/Risk Double Shot #1)

He doesn't seem to have any trouble actually playing the part, but he hates every moment of having to endure high school as this character. (His experience of social life in high school in Hawaii as himself, before he got expelled as a danger to the other students, consisted of constantly trying to impress his classmates with his powers.)

This issue also includes "Carl's" report card. His acting was apparently effective enough to make the faculty very concerned about this shy and awkward student.

I am surprised that he did so well in English--elsewhere, he seems to have more of a bent toward science (and I'm amused that his English teacher's comment is basically the same thing that all my college professors kept saying on my reports).

On another occasion, he's undercover at a school with Tim and Bart, and he uses the Carl persona again, under protest. He'd rather be the more outgoing and attractive role that Tim's playing.

(Stars and S.T.R.I.P.E. #5)

Later, fairly soon after moving in with the Kents, he encounters Cassandra Cain (Batgirl) on a cruise. They've met before in their hero identities, and she can pick up on who he is by his body language, but he doesn't recognize her and introduces himself as Carl. Having a secret identity is new for him, and he's struggling to know what name he's supposed to use now.

(Batgirl 2000 #39)

She comes to visit him in Smallville and hears Martha call him Conner. He explains the name change.

(Batgirl 2000 #41)

His belief that "Carl had a lot more fun" is at odds with his previous detestation of the role, but it's probable that he's missing having a secret identity that was only temporary instead of every moment of his life now. The Conner persona is a stable, normal-person role that's harder to keep up than the caricature he's played before. Not to mention it requires him to figure out who he is beyond his hero persona, which is all he's ever had his entire life.

#comicsposting again #KE: all I got is who I am

[silverynight]

The roommate

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Part VIII

It's not a good idea. The best would be to keep them both as his friends, that way he wouldn't break anyone's heart, right?

Izuku shakes his head and keeps focusing on his job to relax himself a bit. Sadly, his mind goes back to the same topic.

If he keeps them as friends, they'll eventually move on and start dating someone else, which should be good, but now that Izuku thinks about it, there's something about them dating different people that makes his heart hurt a bit.

He sighs, feeling like a terrible person out of the sudden. He's considering Hatsume's idea for a moment, but that'd be selfish, no, he needs to think about what it'd be best for them.

He strokes his temples, taking a deep breath before looking down at his work... It's going to be a long day, isn't it?

***

It could end up in a disaster, but it's absolutely necessary. Ochako knows her choice is risky, but those two need to see each other and talk about what's going on.

They're in their favorite cafeteria, one they usually choose when everyone has a little bit of free time at the end of the day.

On the table right next to theirs, Ashido looks from Iida to Ochako, she seems nervous; honestly she doesn't blame her, Kaminari looks like a mess as well, although Kirishima seems more relaxed, for now.

Bakugo arrives first and he doesn't look quite happy like last time; Ochako wonders if something happened with Midoriya.

"What the hell do you want now?"

Definitely not in a good mood.

"Don't be like that, Bakubro! We're friends, we just wanted to see you!"

The explosive pro hero narrows his eyes at them as he crosses his arms over his broad chest, of course he doesn't believe them; Kirishima is not being convincing at all, especially with Kaminari nervously looking at the entrance every now and then.

"Listen, Blasty... We have been friends for a while now and we'd like it to stay that way, but sometimes for that to happen people need to actually talk and see each other, no matter how tedious you might find it..."

"Just tell me what you want, Pinky!"

"What I want if for you to stay away from Midoriya."

No, that's not Ashido, that's Todoroki practically storming in the cafeteria and making other customers look at him with curiosity.

That's the worst way to talk to Bakugo and everyone knows it, so Ochako is not surprised when the blond turns around and basically hisses at the other pro hero.

"You asked him out!"

"I did, how did you..." Todoroki's expression changes suddenly, it's even more alarming that Bakugo's scowl because everyone is used to seeing him angry, but Todoroki is a completely different story. "Did you ask him out too?"

"Could you please keep it down, you two?" Ashido manages to pull them towards a table and they both reluctantly sit in front of each other.

"I don't think this is a place to have a conversation like this–" Iida starts, but Ochako puts a hand over his mouth to shut him up. If they get out of there and find a more private place she's afraid those two will start punching each other.

"You knew I was in love with him even before I introduced him to you," Todoroki says accusingly, glaring at Bakugo from the other side of the table.

"I didn't know your roommate was my childhood friend, I met him first. I was already in love with him," Bakugo retorts, surprisingly keeping his voice down, although he's still scowling at the other pro hero.

Ochako sighs; this was her idea and it's going completely wrong, as Iida warned her, but that doesn't mean it has to end in a disaster.

She has to do something.

"Hey, you have to remember that you two are friends... You can't let this change that."

Like stubborn children, they look away from each other, refusing to reach an agreement or at least give in a little. She rolls her eyes.

"I don't know Midoriya as well as you two do, but I have the feeling that he'd feel terrible if you stop being friends because of him."

That finally does the trick, Bakugo's shoulders relax, although there's something almost painful in his eyes as he looks at his own hands.

"Round cheeks is right."

"We should let him choose," Todoroki grimaces like he's also in pain. "And respect his decision."

"Yeah... I suppose we can do that."

There, they're still hurt and probably angry with each other, but Ochako can see they're still friends... It's small progress, but progress nonetheless.

Although she feels bad for Midoriya now, because the choice is completely his and all the consequences that could bring.

***

Izuku can feel a headache coming, at least he can go home now... Although he knows he needs to talk to Todoroki as soon as possible.

Even though he hasn't made his choice yet. Or perhaps... he shouldn't.

"Your boyfriends are here, Midoriya!"

Izuku almost drops his backpack, he can tell he's turning a little bit pale. His co-workers are looking through the window, he thinks about doing that for a moment, but Hatsume opens the door before he can move and pro hero Shoto and Dynamight walk in.

They know already.

Izuku says goodbye to his co-workers and Hatsume before joining them at the entrance, now his face feels like it's burning.

"We need to talk." Todoroki mumbles then and Izuku nods, without looking at any of them.

"Yes, I know."

"Izuku..."

"Not here, Bakugo," Todoroki scolds him and for a moment it looks like the other pro hero is going to yell at him, but Izuku takes his arm to calm him down.

"Tch, fine!"

Are they angry with him? Maybe they don't want anything to do with Izuku anymore... Maybe they don't even want to be his friends...

It's going to hurt, but Izuku is willing to hear whatever they have to tell him anyway.

***

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[belphegor1982]

Find the word in your WIPs

I was tagged by both @rose-of-pollux and @tuttle4077 for a "Find the word in your WIP" game! Here are the rules: Find the words from the list in your WIPs and post the paragraph they belong to.

Thanks a lot :D They both gave me different words, too, so let's go!

I ended up using What Nightmares May Come (my long HH fic) a lot, if only because it's so long (64k+ words, gah, if only the inspiration could come back!!) but also from The Message (the follow-up to Mon Pays et Paris), three The Mummy WIPs, and one word from a Legend of Vox Machina somewhat long WIP. And since it got so long, I'm putting most of it under a cut ^^'

Tagging @thisstableground, @tinydooms, @laurelindebear, @teashoesandhair, @kabbal and @kaantt 💜

List of (new) words: chase | average | fast | minute | whole

sigh (from The Message, Hogan's Heroes)

“Did you clear that up with Colonel Hogan?” he asked. LeBeau stuck out his chin in a familiar show of stubbornness.

“Of course I did,” he said just a second too quickly.

Kinch shook his head.

“Man, now I know why you won’t play poker with Newkirk. He’d clean you right out.” He sighed. “LeBeau, you can’t just take a radio because you feel like it. Do you know how many of the guys miss listening to the Andrew Sisters or the World Series?”

hint (from A Fifth of Glenlivet, The Mummy)

The tea was light and slightly sweet, with a hint of mint. Egyptian style. Rick – though more of a coffee guy – had to admit that for what he considered to be lightly flavoured hot water, it wasn’t that bad, especially without the obligatory splash of milk generally favoured by the British.

heart (from Manifold, The Mummy)

She waits a little, enjoying the wind on her face and the shade the balloon casts over them; then she asks without looking at him, her voice very low, her heartbeat very loud, “Whom did you fall in love with first: Elizabeth, or Tom?”

toast (from In A Mellow Tone, The Mummy)

“Good Heavens. And I thought my parents had their hands full with me and Evy.” Jonathan put his palm into his hand and grinned. “How much of a scamp were you when you were a kid?”

“Not that much,” Harry said with a sharp smile, “but I usually got away with a lot, even more than Nellie did. You see, I didn’t often let myself get caught.”

“Sound philosophy,” said Jonathan, raising his half-empty pint in a toast Harry met with his own. “So you have four siblings?”

operation (from What Nightmares May Come, Hogan's Heroes)

The conversation in Klink’s office seemed to be over, so Kinch unplugged the coffee pot and replaced the lid. They were all thinking the same thing; all operations would have to come to a complete stop. The absence of the sub already meant they couldn’t go through with their orders of ‘assisting escaping prisoners’; but this meant that the other part, about ‘cooperating with all friendly forces and using every means possible to injure and harass the enemy’, was nixed as well if nobody could set foot outside camp.

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That's it for Tuttle's words! Now for Rose's :o)

sea (from What Nightmares May Come, Hogan's Heroes)

“Let’s hope that your escape will earn him a one-way ticket to the Russian front,” Hogan grimly quipped, his eyes serious. “In the meantime, you get to stay at the… ‘guerilla Hilton’ for a couple of days, we fit you with civilian clothes and official papers, and you do a little cross-country ‘round the German countryside. There’s a British sub in the North sea, a little off Wangerland. You’ll be in England faster than you can say ‘fish and chips’.”

star (from What Nightmares May Come, Hogan's Heroes)

Hogan whistled between his teeth. “So they’re basically stuck here for God knows how long?”

“Basically.”

“No chance of a plane, I suppose?”

“I asked. Apparently, if our guests were two-star generals, they would consider sending one.” Hogan didn’t miss the discreet sarcasm in his radioman’s deadpan voice.

pleasant (from A Fifth of Glenlivet, The Mummy)

Something loosened in the set of Jonathan’s shoulders.

“Good. Because if you’re planning to steal more toolkits for my sister then it’s better if… Well, you know. She’s had a lot flung at her because she has the gall to be a scholar and a girl, and ‘only half-English’ to boot.”

Something told Rick that particular turn of phrase glossed over many others, much less pleasant. Which both siblings probably had their own share ‘flung at’ them, come to think of it.

walk (from Underture, The Legend of Vox Machina)

Scanlan let his hand fall and rolled his eyes.

“Look, you don’t need to get your panties in a knot. I can see better than you at the moment, so the way I see it there’s only one way you won’t fall behind and get lost.” He walked back to Vax and thrust out his hand with a grin large enough to be obvious even in the dark. “Wanna hold hands?”

linger (from What Nightmares May Come, Hogan's Heroes)

“Oh, perfectly, Major,” Klink muttered in an almost defeated tone, resisting the urge to rub his temples. The lingering headache had been small this morning, the inevitable result of a restless night, but Hochstetter excelled in the art of making migraines in other people’s heads grow in a way even Hogan did not.

Thanks again :o)

#sometimes I write

[supermarvel-fics]

Confident

word count: 3,300

pairing: bucky x fem!reader (established relationship)

cw: rated pg-13! lots of making out, sexual innuendos, mild swearing

summary: Bucky convinces Tony to hire you as the Avenger's personal massage therapist and receives his first official massage.

author's note: this is part 2 of Nervous! If you haven't read that, do that first! Here's part 1 -> READ NERVOUS FIRST!

hope you enjoy <3

Bucky swore up and down that it didn’t take much convincing to get you a job as the team’s massage therapist, but after your second meeting with the boss man himself, you were shown the petition that your boyfriend forced everyone to sign.

You couldn’t help but smile, though. The fact that Bucky was so hellbent on having you work in the same building he lived in was endearing to say the least. You accepted the position, of course, but you’d only be working with the Avengers on an appointment basis once every couple of weeks. You didn’t feel comfortable leaving your other practice just yet, so you decided to do both for the time being.

Bucky tried his hardest to get you to move into the compound, and maybe one day you’d agree, but for now, you loved living separately from him. It gave you the conversations you adored having with him; “how was your day?”, “Did the mission go well?”, “I’m sorry Nat keeps calling you James.”

You sauntered into the compound, a bright smile on your features as you were met with a few of the heroes while they were eating breakfast.

“Ah, there she is! Our little miracle worker,” Sam declared when he caught a glimpse of you in the doorway. He got up from his seat and walked around the table to get to you, swiping you up into an impossibly tight hug and lifting you from the ground.

You and Sam had become pretty close after Bucky disclosed the information about your relationship. You’d never complain, obviously. Sam was funny and witty and always kept Bucky in check if he ever became too broody.

Your grin widened. “Nice to see you too, Sam.”

He set you down gently, giving you a fist bump before going back to his breakfast.

“So, first day? Who’s on your list?” Wanda asked before scooping a spoonful of cereal into her mouth.

“I know I am!” Sam basically shouted, raising his hand in the air. “I’m obviously excited about it.”

You giggled and nodded. “Yes, Sam is first right after breakfast. I think he’d kill me if I’d chosen someone else,” You smirked while eyeing the falcon.

“Damn right,” He said, raising his glass of orange juice to you.

“Then, after him I have Nat and my last slot of the day is Bucky, believe it or not. He also threatened me if I didn’t put him on the schedule on my first day.”

“Threatened you?” Steve spoke up, looking at you warily.

Before you could assure the Captain that everything was fine, a cold metal arm suddenly wrapped your waist and you felt a pair of lips press against your cheek. “She’s exaggerating. By threaten, I only intended to do this,” Bucky informed the room by punctuating the word with a few squeezes to your side with the hand wrapped around your torso.

Your legs buckled and you arched away from him as much as you could, but he stopped just as quick as he started. “Buhuck!” You whipped around in his hold to face him, smiling even wider when you saw his dilated pupils and smile lines from around his mouth.

“What? You made it sound like I was going to break up with you or something,” Bucky shrugged, then leant forward to press a proper kiss to your lips. You giggled into his mouth, then pushed him away lovingly.

“Not while I’m at work,” You scolded him half-heartedly. Bucky rolled his eyes and planted one last kiss on your forehead, respecting your wishes.

“Well, technically you’re not working, yet. Our appointment isn’t for another 20 minutes,” Sam teased the two of you, wiggling his eyebrows and sporting an unbearably wide grin. You looked over your shoulder to glare at him, but couldn’t help but smile at his completely inappropriate dig.

“You’re weird and gross,” Bucky responded back without any real malice. You laughed again before waving goodbye to everyone, then pushing your boyfriend out of the kitchen.

Once you’d gotten far enough away from them, you backed Bucky into a wall, standing on your toes so you could reach his mouth to kiss him fervidly.

“Mm!” Bucky groaned into your mouth, taking your cheeks into his hands to force you away. “I thought you didn’t want any public displays of affection at work!”

“I didn’t until you gave me a taste of what I’d be missing,” You looped your arms around Bucky’s neck, surging forward to kiss him again. “Plus, Sam was right. I have about 15 minutes. Let’s make the most of it, hm?”

Bucky’s eyes widened. “I can’t tell if I like you better when you’re shy or when you’re outrageously confident like this.” He kissed you passionately, threading his fingers through your hair with his human hand and tugging you closer to him with his metal one.

“I’ll be whatever you want me to be if you keep kissing me like this,” You panted against his lips. Without warning, Bucky spun you around so that you were the one pressed against the wall, then he slid his arms down to your thighs to hoist you up off the ground.

“Are you sure Sam and I can’t switch sessions?” He asked through various neck kisses. “I don’t think I want to let you go.”

“Mm-mm, no,” You heaved. “Besides, it wouldn’t be a session if we were just kissing the whole time.”

“It would be a make-out session and that’s way better than a massage session,” Bucky smirked, stopping for only a moment to get a good look at your face. You were beautiful to him always, but when you were becoming undone by his doing, God, he’d never let you forget how extraordinary you were. “You’re so perfect.”

You blushed slightly and sported a small grin. “Says you.” You gave him one final peck and unwrapped your legs from his torso to land back on the floor. “I should go or Sam will know exactly why I’m late and I don’t think I want to listen to him boasting about our personal lives for an entire hour.”

“Just let me know if he says anything out of pocket, okay?”

“Buck, you know he’s just messing with us. I think he’s just glad to see that you’re happy,” You explained to him, caressing your thumb over his furrowed brows to help him relax a bit. Bucky let out a sigh of pent-up release, then pressed his forehead against yours. “Are you? Happy, I mean.”

“Happiest I’ve been in decades,” He replied honestly. You let out a breathy laugh, entirely forgetting that your boyfriend was well over 100.

“Well, good. I’m really happy, too,” You said before kissing him one last time. “I have to go, but I’ll see you later. I love you.”

“I love you more, doll,” He smiled, holding your hand until the last possible second.

You made sure to sway your hips a bit more than usual, knowing that Bucky was watching you walk down the hall until you turned the corner. A self-satisfying smirk found its way to your face at the thought.

Since that first day you kissed, you and Bucky had become close to inseparable. In that time, you became more and more confident around him. There were days when you receded back into your shell—mostly when Bucky looked a little too good and you couldn’t believe that this was your boyfriend—but still, the longer you got to be with him, the more you opened up.

It started small at first; you’d initiate a hug or a small kiss and Bucky, in turn, would ravish you in the best way knowing that’s what you wanted without using words. Then, as time went on, you decided that you were being silly and that you were completely deserving of his love.

So, you began pushing yourself more. You would sweep him off his feet (not literally) by showering him with care and things you knew he needed; a nice dinner, a relaxing bath, a cuddle session before bed. It fueled you to see the happiness on his face because it was because of you that he was smiling.

And that was always enough.

~

Sam’s session went just about as well as expected. He gave you a bit of cheek about your relationship, but you knew it was all fun and games as well as out of love. Overall, he was grateful that Bucky had you to keep him grounded.

You hugged him before he left your office, thanking him for being so supportive.

“Get lost, Wilson, you’re cutting into my appointment time!” Nat leaned against the doorframe, her arms crossed over her chest. You let go of Sam to playfully glare at your best friend.

“I didn’t realize that I was being gatekept…” You chuckled before turning back to Sam. “Text me to set up a new appointment time, okay? I’ll see you around.”

“Sure thing,” He replied, walking past Nat and making sure to bump her shoulder with his on the way out. Nat sauntered into the room, shutting the door prior to sitting in the chair next to it.

“You know you’re gonna have to get used to me having other patients, right?” You voiced with faux sternness while cleaning and resetting your massage table.

“I miss having you all to myself. Now, everyone knows how good you are at your job and I can’t hold it above their heads,” She muttered. You tossed away the alcohol wipes and turned to Nat, snickering at her comment.

“Wow, I’m sorry for being good, then. And anyway, weren’t you the one who originally complained about the Avenger’s not having their own therapist?”

“Yes, but your boyfriend was the one to give Tony the final push,” Nat stood up from her seat, making her way over to you.

“You should be thanking him. Now, you don’t have to pay for massages anymore.”

“No, you should be thanking me for introducing the two of you,” She pointed at you, then climbed onto the table, laying face down. “How is everything going with him, by the way?”

You pumped a bit of lotion in your hands to help them glide over the skin smoother and began kneading your thumbs into her shoulder muscles. “Everything is really good. Bucky is a perfect gentleman.”

“Nothing juicy to tell me?” Nat asked with that lilt to her tone, most likely insinuating the one thing you hadn’t even thought about.

“Nat!” You shouted, squeezing her shoulders tighter in reprimand. “I don’t jump into relationships head first. I’d like to get to know them before I even consider doing something that drastic…”

“Then, you’re already better than me,” Nat chuckled. “In all honesty, I’m really happy for you and I’m glad he’s treating you the way you deserve to be treated.”

You smiled to yourself, continuing to talk about you and Bucky throughout Nat’s session. By the time her hour was up, she knew more about your own relationship than Bucky did.

Nat sat up from the table, reaching for her t-shirt to throw back on. “I know you’re in love or whatever, but promise he won’t replace me as your favorite client?”

“I have a feeling he’s going to be a terrible patient, so I think you’re safe,” You laughed. Not even a second later, the door to your office swung open, Bucky standing there and looking at you with narrowed eyes.

“A terrible patient, hm?” He raised an eyebrow. Panicked, you turned your head over to Nat, who had already gathered her belongings and was ready to bolt out of the door. She grinned at you sympathetically, side-stepping around you to get out of the room.

“You’re screwed,” She whispered to you before scurrying away. “Have fun you two!”

Bucky stepped further into the room so that Nat could shut the door and you were left alone with your boyfriend who’d just heard you insult him.

“I was kidding, Buck! I don’t think you’re going to be terrible!” You said to save yourself. Bucky hummed and began taking a few strides to get closer to you. Your office wasn’t that big, so your attempts to escape whatever he was planning to do was slim to none.

“Why do you think I’d be terrible?”

“I dohon’t! I-hi was johoking!”

“Then, why are you laughing?”

“Behecause you’re mahaking me nervous!” You literally backed yourself into a corner, watching as Bucky strutted over to you.

“Why am I making you nervous?”

“Because yohou only ever look thihis mean when you’re about to tihickle me!”

Bucky halted directly in front of you, leaving only a few inches a space between you. “Well, if you knew I’d come and tickle you, then why didn’t you run, doll?”

The both of you knew your answer, which was why he didn’t waste any time in waiting to hear it. Instead, Bucky wrapped his arms around you to press you into his chest so that he could target that all-time favorite spot of his.

“Wahait! WaHAIT! BUHUCK!” You screeched into his chest, immediately going limp in his arms. “NOHOHO FAHAIR!”

“Oh, I think this is extremely fair,” Your boyfriend lowly voiced, still adopting that evil demeanor.

“I-HI REHEALLY DOHOHON’T THINK YOU’D BEHE A BAHAD PATIENT!” You shouted through laughter. “BUHUCKY PLEASE!”

He ceased tickling you, still holding you close to his chest as you came down from your high. He kissed the top of your head and rubbed your back to help calm you. “You’re sure you’re not just saying that to get me to stop tickling you?”

You giggled again, shaking your head. “Noho! I swear. I was just kidding.”

“Good,” Bucky let go of you, pushing you back to get a glimpse of your red-hot face. “Because I’m about to show you how great of a patient I am.”

“Mmhmm, we’ll see about that…” You uttered out before planting a kiss to his lips. His eyes went wide once he realized what you’d said and he drew back.

“So, you do think I’ll be a bad patient!”

“No, not bad! Just… not professional,” You finally told him. He rolled his eyes, adding in another ticklish squeeze to your side just for telling him the truth. “Hehey! See! Strike one.”

“Oh, I’m sorry! Normal patients don’t tickle you when you’re being cheeky?” He asked rhetorically, poking at your belly to insinuate his point.

“Nohoho! You knohow, we’re lohosing mohore of your appointment tihime!”

Bucky took a quick glance at the clock on the wall, then sighed before removing his hands and stepping away from you. “We’ll continue this later.”

“Yeah, yeah,” You waved him off, walking around him to clean the table again. “Take your shirt off.”

“Ooh, talk dirty to me,” Bucky chuckled darkly, happily obliging to your request.

“And there’s strike two…” You responded, shaking your head with an unwilling smile on your face. You reset the table quickly and motioned for him to lie on it face down. He did as told, placing his face into the hole of the headrest.

“Now what?” He asked. You put a dab of lotion on your hands to moisturize them, then strode over to him, rubbing a hand on his arm comfortably.

“You’ve never had a massage before, have you?”

“Never.”

“Just relax and enjoy it, then. It’s just supposed to release the tension in your body,” You informed him. You started slowly at his shoulders, kneading away the knots he carried near his neck and feeling satisfaction when he let out a groan of pleasure.

For about 10 minutes, you pressed away his stress and every so often, Bucky rewarded you with a contented sigh. Not a word was spoken between you—there was no need. You knew that he’d speak up if he wanted to say something.

Once you were pleased with your work on his neck and shoulders, you moved down to the middle of his back, digging your thumbs directly under his shoulder blades and rubbing them out towards the sides of his ribs. Bucky tensed up briefly and made a small noise of discomfort.

“I’m sorry, did I hurt you?” You questioned him sincerely. Bucky turned his head to try and see you.

“N-No, you just surprised me,” He stuttered.

“Okay, well, I’m moving to your back now. Let me know if you’re uncomfortable, okay?”

He nodded in response, letting out a deep sigh and relaxing back into the table. You warily placed your thumbs back where they had been previously, taking notice at how Bucky stiffened yet again. You braced your other four fingers onto his ribs and watched as he flinched the slightest amount.

Ah.

You smirked to yourself, silently chuckling at your boyfriend’s future demise.

“Uh-oh, there’s strike three…” You clicked your tongue.

“What?” Bucky asked in confusion. “I haven’t done anything!”

You contacted your fingers into his ribs for the smallest second, reveling in the slight squeak he made and how his elbows flew down to protect himself out of instinct.

“Patients normally can control themselves when I’m giving them a massage, Buck,” You replied, tickling his ribs again to see if he’d laugh.

And boy, did he laugh.

“OooAHA! Dohoholl!” He chastised you. “Whyhyhy?”

“Uh, I seem to recall the countless times you’ve tickled me to tears without me ever getting revenge,” You fluttered your nails down his back and out to his sides, retracting your hands when he jolted powerfully. “This seems like as good of an opportunity as any.”

“NOHO! Fihirst of all! You’re a hypocrihite calling mehehe unprofessional whehen you’re the one tihickling me!” He yelled through his giggles, reaching behind himself to make a grab for your hands. You were just barely out of his reach which was a win-win because he wasn’t able to flip over on the table either. Bucky was stuck. “Ahahand secondlyhy, AHAHA!”

You squeezed at his sides, sending Bucky into a laughing frenzy. “And secondly, I really hope that this is your tickle spot because this is too cute.”

“Yohou’re in SOHOHO MUHUCH TROUBLE!”

“Such a smart mouth for someone who’s in such a precarious position,” You teased him as you switched to spidering your fingers up and down his back.

“You’re suhupposed to behehe helping me rehelax!” Bucky reminded you once he shrugged his shoulders up, undoing all the work you’d done prior.

You groaned and relented, rubbing your hands across his bare skin to rid him of the tingling feeling. “I guess you’re right, but I’m never going to forget about this,” You placed a tender kiss onto Bucky’s shoulder.

Bucky let out a few more residual giggles. “I don’t think I ever want you to massage me again.”

“Aw, come on! Don’t be a wuss. It’s not my fault you’re too ticklish to handle it,” You taunted, wiggling your fingers at his lower back for a brief second. “Besides, you know you deserved it.”

“I-hi.. I’ll let you have it considering I tickle you at least once a day, but don’t think you can just come up and do the same without retaliation,” He pushed himself up on his elbows, then swung his legs over to sit upright on the table.

“We still have, like, 30 minutes left of our session,” You stated, situating yourself in that space between Bucky’s knees.

“Mm, well, I think I’m done with the massage, but I’d love to spend the rest of the time with that little make-out session I mentioned earlier…” He offered, cupping your cheek with his hand to bring your face closer to his.

“Getting paid to kiss my boyfriend? I think I like the sound of that.”

Smiling into the kiss, you wrapped your arms around Bucky’s neck and sifted your fingers through his hair. He hummed happily into your mouth and spent the next 30 minutes showing you how much he loved you.

Yeah, he liked confidence on you.

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