#On the other hand - that way I seem injured - and it makes me seem....harmless!

[tonkatsubowl]

piano.

blade x fem!reader

he finds you playing the piano by yourself.

in xianzhou luofu, there's a hidden library that you frequent to. every time you felt like you needed to be away somewhere, you always go here...

it was silent, almost abandoned, except for a piano that was left behind by its previous owners. you come here almost all the time, actually, to play your heart out.

whether you were happy, angry, sad or... just having the need to play the piano, you let your heart out here.

but you didn't know the harmony of your masterpiece would attract a visitor—let alone, a stray serial killer.

today was like any other normal day. after you did what you had to do with work, or whatever it may be, you went to your usual spot and began to play what was on your mind. you were silent, sublimed to the tunes of the piano that seemed so new despite its old, abandoned condition. you were too lost in your thoughts to realize that you were being watched—admired by a distant killer who needed to relieve himself today.

...it was an ordinary day for him, too.

another mission, another task to complete... until he had suddenly found himself in a situation where he couldn't get himself out of. his mara condition, and kafka wasn't around to save him this time. so, he went to hide off somewhere until his reinforcements arrived—and that's how he ended up here, in your secret little area. he had been attracted to the sound of your melody at first, and unsheathed his blade, thinking it were a monster who could scream incoherent, beautiful melodies... but it was you. just you.

harmless to him, but admirable.

he lowered his sword, but the gentle clang of the tip of his weapon had echoed through the abandoned walls of the place, causing you to press the wrong keys of the piano and jump from your seat.

your eyes immediately peel towards the sound, noting the stranger who had entered the vicinity... and the sword he had.

...was he here to kill you?

no—not in his condition. you could see that he was injured, and the sound of your piano had attracted him. it was a safe haven for him, and he knew it. he had just scared you, is all.

"...you're bleeding," you whisper, lifting yourself from your seat as you go towards the stellaron hunter, "let m—"

"don't come any closer." he hissed at you, pointing his blade at you, causing you to stop.

you weren't fazed by the weapon, moreso worried about his condition. obviously, he was hurt, and obviously enough, he was hiding from someone... or something.

but you didn't care about the weapon, either way. so you step even closer, tearing off a piece of your shirt. "you're in my home," it wasn't really yours, but still, "so let me treat my guests."

blade was silent as he let out a defeated sigh, slumping against the wall, leaving a track of his blood to paint the concrete material behind him. "fine." he murmured. "make it quick."

you knelt to his side, immediately working on bandaging him. you were gentle, but his injuries were rather fatal... considering a cold-blood killer was grunting out of pain, you ought to assume he was some sort of sado-masochistic man. but the injuries were a little too much for him. whatever happened, you had hoped whoever or whatever was chasing him had... well. died.

"there." you dust off your hands, giving blade a reassuring look before standing up.

"you should sit here and relax for a day or two," you say, glancing back at him as you wandered towards the piano you had left momentarily, "and... you interrupted my piece. so i have to finish it."

"i don't need to relax. neither do i care about your music." he hissed in pain as he got up.

"then don't. i'm just giving you advice." you respond, before your fingers began to play the melodies of your song.

blade had gotten quiet since you began to play. you picked up where you had left off, and now you were finishing what you started. although he was stubborn and said he didn't care... he was here listening to you. he was still sitting against the wall, hand over his injury as he listened in silence.

he was breathing, heavily, but... melodies of your piano had brought him peace.

when you had finished, you turned around, seeing that the killer had fallen asleep. peaceful, beautiful.

how the wonders of music truly worked.

you got up, slowly approaching the sleeping killer. you had a spare blanket nearby that you would use to nap here, and... you'd place it over his body.

you didn't know him, but up close... he was beautiful.

you'd then leave a note for him before leaving for the night.

┈

thank you for coming to my show.

my name is y/n.

you're free to come in here whenever you wish to escape and enjoy solitude.

┈

when he had woken, you were gone.

the piano was by itself, but the rays of the gentle sun was blaring through the fallen planks of wood. the place was abandoned, and any sunlight that snuck through, one could see the rain of dust that sprinkled through light.

he looked around for you, but you weren't found anywhere... besides the note, which he read for a moment.

he folded it up and tucked it away somewhere, and looked down to the blanket. he lifted it, bringing it up to his nose—your scent. he would remember it.

standing, he'd grunt in pain before approaching the piano, placing the blanket over it before gently running his fingers against the keys of the piano.

it was old, rusted... abandoned. and yet, someone as beautiful as you would create such a peaceful masterpiece to it.

he would remember you—and perhaps the two of you would meet again.

and you would play a song for him.

#honkai star rail #hsr #hsr x reader #honkai star rail blade #hsr blade #blade x reader

[mrswolffs-blog]

bestie can I request toto with a black!femreader? he’s just so daddy😩that video of him surfing?! *debby Ryan hair tuck* got me all in my Toto feels😪

Idiot: Toto Wolff x Black!Reader

TW: Cursing, Slapping (non abusive!)

The morning had just started as the sun had risen, lighting up the bedroom that belongs to the Wolff family, Y/n and Toto. Y/n was never one to be excited about mornings as she would rather sleep through the morning and work through the evening into the night; however she knew that staying in wouldn’t get the chores and multiple emails waiting for replies done so she dragged herself up and into the bathroom for a shower.

Upon her return from getting dressed and walking around the house to collect the things she needed, Y/n noticed that her husband who should’ve been at home with her wasn’t in the house yet he left his phone on the counter in the kitchen. Dropping everything in the living room, she went out to the sides of the house, to the garden in the front and had gotten no sight of her husband, she made her way around to the back thinking that he might’ve been relaxing at the poolside or even on a conference call with the team, but dear Lord was she so wrong.

Y/n walked out to find her significant other down at the sea, surfing his heart away with the widest grin mixed with concentration on his face. She was so mad at him yet did nothing as she watched him endanger himself even worse than before as his eyes caught hers and after a couple of minutes, his surf was over and he was on his way to get cleaned up.

Returning to the house walking with his crutches, Toto wasn’t surprised when he was met in the living room by his infuriated wife who was glaring at him from across the room. “Hey schatz, did you sleep good?” He asked trying to distract her from being upset. “Yes I did in fact sleep good. Thanks for asking, but you know what didn’t feel good? The fact that my husband seems to be out to give me a fucking heart attack by doing some of the dumbest shit I’ve ever witnessed on this planet called Earth. Why the hell would you go surfing while injured?! First you went bike riding, now you’ve got a broken arm and leg-mind you this isn’t the first time! Your forearm and leg are in braces for Christ’s sake! If you fell into the water your ass wouldn’t be able to fucking swim! What is wrong with you?! Why do you keep trying to kill me before my time?! I’m way much younger than you but it seems you want me to leave this world before you, huh?!” Y/n scolded her husband as she spanked him on his good arm with her hands.

“Schatz I’m sorry. I really didn’t think your mind would go that far, I thought of it as a harmless morning surf” Toto explained but it fell on deaf ears to his wife who noticed him wincing everyone he moved an injured body part but chose to keep silent. “You see, this is why women live longer than men cause y’all just jump into anything without weighing the pro and cons. You literally have surgery in a few weeks and it’s like you want to make your injuries worse than better so guess what, maybe I’ll call and have them cancel the surgeries, yeah?” Y/n replied sarcastically as he sat down on the couch to rest while Y/n went to start the laundry.

An hour and a half later, Y/n was sat on one end of the couch with her laptop in hand typing away, while Toto sat at the other end obviously now feeling the painful effect of his stupidity from earlier. “Y/n/n my leg hurts!” He whined as Y/n only looked at him briefly before shaking her head and refocusing on her task. “Y/n I know you heard me, please help me. My arm and my leg are hurting! The pain sticks!” He cries this time as tears poured from his eyes, showing that he very well regretted his past decision.

“I’m sorry Mr.I can do anything no matter my condition, I am unable to assist at this time as I’m on my lunch break” Y/n sassed at him. She allowed him to wallow in regret for a couple more minutes before she got up to get his medications and the necessary items to help with the pain. “Here, take a bite of this. Swallow the pills, then you finish eating it.” Y/n instructed as she iced and elevated her husband’s swelling leg. Toto did as instructed and rested his head after everything was done while he waited for the pain to subside.

After a while the pain had been fully gone and Y/n was now resting next to him as they watched some Tom and Jerry to occupy their time. “Thank you schatz for your help, your patience, your love and your kindness. I know that I am a lot of work but you manage me so well.” Toto expressed as his wife listened calmly on the verge of sleep. “You’re welcome sweetheart. I just hope that you’ve learnt your lesson and that something like this will not happen again?” She inquired from her husband “Of course not darling, I promise to stress you a little less. I love you” he giggled out his answer “I love you too you idiot” Y/n joined his giggle in reply while peacefully falling asleep, knowing that no matter what he promised, she would still be getting regular heart attacks in the future all because of her love for him.

#toto wolff #toto wolff angst #toto wolff imagine #toto wolff x y/n #toto wolff x oc #toto wolff x reader #toto wolff x you #toto wolff fanfic #toto wolff fluff

[normal-with-adhd-is-a-joke]

one shocking thing that people with ADHD do that makes us the most annoying bitches in disability awareness and acceptance circles

I encourage both ADHD and non-ADHD people to read this, I'm hoping awareness on both sides can lead to reducing some of the hostility I've seen towards people with ADHD in disability circles. And yes, my fellow ADHDers, part of fixing this problem is us doing the work to avoid using communication techniques that can be triggering to people who have experienced ableism.

I want to talk about something I call reciprocal storytelling. Basically, telling a story that is in some way connected to a story someone else just told. Non-ADHD people do it too, but I've noticed people with ADHD do it a lot more than other people. If you ever listen to two people with ADHD have a conversation, it's pretty much a nonstop string of loosely related stories.

So why is this problematic when communicating with other disabled people? Unfortunately, ableist people often weaponize reciprocal storytelling to belittle the experiences of disabled people. I think the easiest way to have people understand this is with an example.

We're going to create a character called Laurie. Laurie has chronic, debilitating knee pain. Laurie just met a woman, Sandra, who injured her knee while running a few years ago. Sandra's injury was painful and interfered with her life quite a bit, but it's healed now. Their conversation goes something like this. Laurie: I can't walk with you up those stairs. Do you want to take the elevator with me so we can keep talking? Sandra: Sure. You know, I had my knee injured once while running. Took me a few months to get back into the swing of things. Something that really helped me was exercising it. Laurie: I'm sorry that happened, knee injuries are the worst, especially if you enjoy being active. Unfortunately working out hasn't helped. The thing that's worked the best has been not pushing myself too hard. Sandra: I thought that too, but I worked through the pain and it eventually went away. You just have to not give up. Laurie: haha, yeah I guess. Well, this is my floor, got to go.

Sandra was ableist in this conversation. She asserted that she could treat Laurie's pain despite knowing nothing about it and having no medical experience. When Laurie said that she had either already tried Sandra's method or thought it would be dangerous, Sandra less-than-subtly hinted that Laurie wasn't trying hard enough to get better. In this conversation, reciprocal storytelling became a tool to make Laurie feel guilty for being disabled. Now, let's look at a scenario of a person with ADHD talking to another disabled person:

Paul has ADHD. He's in a meeting for the disability club at his college. Right now, Ron, a manual wheelchair user, is talking about an experience he had on campus. Ron: I went to Professor Smith's class today and when I got there, there was a chair halfway blocking the door. I asked him to move it so I could get into the classroom and he told me to move it myself. Obviously, that's going to be really difficult for me to do since I have to use my hands to propel. I asked again for it to be moved and he called me lazy. Paul: Oh, Professor Smith was ableist to me last semester! I have an accommodation to sit in the front of the class. When I got there one day there were no front-row seats available. When I went to him he told me seats were first come first serve and that I should have the self control to pay attention to him and not the people in front of me.

To a person with ADHD, this conversation may seem harmless and non-ableist. It's just one person sharing a story related to another person's story. In fact, Paul might have even been trying to add credibility to Ron's story and encourage him to report it. However, this is not how Ron, a person who has likely experienced ableism, would probably interpret this conversation. To him, this might come across as Paul trying to make this experience about him and take attention away from what he had experienced. Or, it might come across as saying that having trouble paying attention in class because of a professor's actions is the same as being physically barred from entering a class because of a professor's actions. Either way, Ron is likely to leave the conversation feeling that Paul values talking about his own disability over listening to the experiences of others. Eventually, if this happens too often, Ron and other members of the group may begin to resent Paul for his perceived self-centeredness.

So how do we fix this? One, on the part of people with ADHD, practice active listening, try to make sure others are done speaking before you begin, and avoid jumping into talking about yourself without giving any feedback to what you just heard. For people without ADHD, communicating how you feel and why is key. The ADHD people in your life might not know they're hurting you if you don't tell them. Even if the ADHD person initially responds with hurt or offense, this doesn't mean the conversation failed. A lot of people with ADHD also have rejection-sensitive dysphoria and may need time to calm down and think about what you said before they can apply it.

#cpunk #cripplepunk #cripple punk #actually adhd #actually disabled #actually neurodivergent #tagging this in both neurodivergent and physdisabled circles to hopefully get it out to more people #sorry this got long btw turns out I have a lot to say about this #long post

[someonexsomeone]

James

Title: James

Author: SomeonexSomeone

Word Count: 3.5k

Pairing: Remus Lupin x Reader

Summary: It's hard being a teenager, especially when it comes to love as a werewolf.

Authors Note: i am actually doing it holy shit. Day 2 of Laufey fest and I'm so excited to keep going. Did this take me longer than I wished? Yes. Did I review it? Absolutely not. Good luck readers, I think this one is a hot mess lmaoo

Of all the secrets that infested Hogwarts, from hidden passageways and secret alcoves meant for ‘private’ moments between lovers to the hidden chamber beneath their very feet that contained a monster no one could ever imagine, there was only one that seemed to constantly be at the forefront of everyone’s minds: where would the Marauders strike next. To be fair, though they were troublemakers through and through, there were very few people outside of Slytherin that would warrant a direct attack from the band of troublemakers. A direct attack, by most standards, was more karmic punishment than anything else. Besides, who would want to purposely get on the bad side of the infamous Marauders? 

Alas, there was nothing to do about the random victims that found themselves at the end of a prank meant to simply disrupt the student body, or, merlin forgive, meant for someone else. After a few trouble incidents, the Marauders knew when something would be too much, too dangerous, to play on anyone but each other (or those who really deserved it). Things like color-changing robes or gravity-defying hair did little to hurt the actual human, and, although embarrassing, no one would complain they were genuinely injured by being followed by a group of singing paper frogs. Dung bombs were a common occurrence, though mainly in abandoned classrooms just to cause a little ruckus, and sticking charms worked wonderfully when getting an entire house to topple over their Great Hall bench. Even McGonagall couldn’t help her lips from twitching when the main staircase turned into a waterslide, students finding themselves wet but full of laughter once they safely reached the bottom. Taking away their wands did little to stop them when shortly after that incident, a mob of first years came wailing into her office about a were-rabbit that ate first years who didn’t jumps in a circle three times before leaving the dorms.

Harmless, but fun, seemed to be the motto for them, but for most of the students, it was always a safe bet to be amicable but keep a fair distance. Once a Marauder set their eyes on you, who knows what the outcome could be?

Naturally, that outcome was worth the risk for several students who were just dying to get the chance to be with a Marauder, no matter the risk of jinxes.

Sirius Black, the most infamous of the lot, took to the attention with a blinding smile. That smile was enough to charm a hippogryph into bowing first, and did he know it. Not only was it nigh impossible to get him to confess to any prank he didn’t want to take credit for, but the Slytherin in him somehow managed to get the conversation to completely flip in his favor without breaking a sweat. He took pride in his executions of plans and used his influence to openly flirt with anyone he deemed fit (to be fair, anyone he deemed fit ranged from people he actually fancied, random students he hardly knew, and enemies he just couldn’t help flustering in the worst way). Students flocked to him without much prodding.

Peter Pettigrew, on the other hand, found it impossible to conjure a powerful enough hex to noticeably make a difference in a fight, let alone speak to a woman without getting tongue-tied. That didn’t stop his own little group of admirers, though most liked him because of his connection to the other three.

James Potter was as handsome as he was brash, as loyal as he was loud. His smile was blinding, his jokes quickwitted, and magically powerful to boot. It was no secret he was the unnamed leader of his friends, at least to those outside his inner circle, and his bravado certainly did nothing to stop the rumors about his position. Despite his undying love for one Lily Evans, he was constantly swarmed with students wanting to be close to him, in either admiration or lust. It didn’t help that he was Quidditch Captain as well, soaring through the air with his untamable hair whipping around behind him. 

And then there was Remus Lupin, an enigma to those outside his social circle, but a treasure within. Most found it hard to understand how a kind, gentle-mannered student came to be friends with the likes of the other three, but a single moment alone with the four of them was enough to see how his eye lit up with mischief, how he was the first to enter a suspicious hallway, how he really was the brains of the operation. His mile-high stack of books was just a cover for the smaller notebooks hidden within, detailing pranks and planning for the best moment to attack. Though he didn't have many friends outside the Marauders, and those that were close to the other three, only a fool couldn’t see the line of people just waiting for him to open his barriers just a little to let them in. 

So, when sixth year approached and the usual quiet Gryffindor was seen chatting enthusiastically with someone in the library, the ruckus it caused amongst the student body was nearly enough of a distraction from the paint-exploding bubbles that had shown up in the Potions hallway the day before.

“Look what you’ve done now, Moony,” Sirius remarked, faining disappointment, “and after knowing how hard James and I worked to get those up before breakfast.” Remus furrowed his brow.

“What are you talking about?” Sirius sniggered.

“Don’t play daft, you silly wolf. We know all about your secret randevu in the library.” When Remus continued to look at him quizzically, Sirius’ smirk dropped. “Wait, you really don’t know?”

“I have no clue what you’re talking about.”

“Come on, Remus, don’t play dumb. Norman said Wilkins said Lawson said Grant saw you snogging someone in the library near the restricted section!” Remus immediately blushed bright red, whipping his head around before pulling Sirius into an alcove. Sirius’ smirk returned.

“Where in the hell did you hear that? How-when…no, it doesn’t matter. How many people heard that?”

“Come off it, Mooneykins.” Sirius patted his arm condescendingly. “You don’t have to keep a secret anymore. I do have to say I’m a bit disappointed I had to learn from bloody Norman that you’ve got yourself a secret shag, but if it was going to be anyone it would be her. Can’t keep a thing to herself can she-” He paused abruptly when Remus grabbed his shoulders.

“I’m serious”

“Actually, I’m Sirius.” When Remus didn’t even give him a goodnatured huff, Sirius frowned. “What’s going on? I understand if you want to keep it a secret-”

“That’s not it!” Sirius jumped at the urgency in his voice. “Oh, no, no, no. This is just awful.”

“Remus, mate, what’s going on?”

“I didn’t kiss anyone, I promise.” Sirius’ shoulders deflated a bit. As happy as he was for his friend to have found someone, he did admit a small portion of himself was upset Remus hadn’t told any of them. “The library…I’ve become study partners with someone from my arithmancy class. It was Professor Grant’s idea to have designated study partners for the class since there are so few of us this year.” Remus finally let Sirius go, rubbing his upper arm absentmindedly. Sirius eyed the action; the full moon was fast approaching. “I-uh. I’ve enjoyed it so far.”

“Oh? What’s this? My devious little Moon Pie has a crush on someone?” Remus flushed, and this time Sirius could tell this time it was out of embarrassment. “Oh, just wait until James finds out. You will have a partner by the end of this term, Moony, just you wait.”

“No!” Remus yelped, stopping Sirius from leaving their hiding spot. Sirius raised his brow. “You-you can’t tell James.”

“Why the hell not?” Remus looked down, looking ever the kicked puppy. Sirius pursed his lips, looking him up and down once before understanding flashed behind his eyes. “Oh. You’ve got yourself in quite the pickle here.”

“Tell me about it,” Remus huffed. “But, it’s not what you think. You know how James is, ever the unobservant one when a prank is getting set up. It was an accident, but he managed to stop it just in time and save the day.” Sirius had never heard the bitter tone come from his friend the way it had as he spoke the last few words. “Besides, who would ever want to date a monster like-.” Sirius raised his brow.

“How bad are we talking?” Remus looked at him strangely, though he was used to his friends cutting him off when he got too self-deprecating. “I need to know if this person is just using you to get to James, Remus, before I decide to hex them into oblivion.”

“No! Nothing like that!” Remus shook his head, though his smile had a little bit of gratitude in it. “It-It’s just studying. James has never really been brought up, except by me.”

“So they’re one of the good ones, then?” Remus nodded. “That’s good to hear.”

“Wait…wait, wait, what is that look? I don’t like that look.” Sirius’ face was curling so much Remus worried it would curl into itself. “Pads, please, don’t do anything foolish.”

“Me?” Sirius did not have the right to look so offended. “Come off it, Moony. When have I ever been foolish?” 

Remus grumbled under his breath, but did nothing to stop his friend from throwing an arm around his shoulder, pulling him along to the Great Hall. Their late arrival caused James and Peter to raise a brow at them, but thankfully, Sirius kept his mouth shut (though he hadn’t wiped away that smug and devious smile). Remus would only have to keep his partner - study partner, he reminded himself - away from his friends until they grew bored and found something else to entertain them.

And he was right, for the most part. Almost exactly a month had passed since Sirius and Remus’ conversation in the hall, and there didn’t seem to be any moves to embarrass him in front of the first person he decided to open himself up to. They continued to meet at their regular time, bumping up their biweekly meetings to three times a week much to his glee, and besides catching James and Sirius snickering while looking at him, or the much-unappreciated stopovers at his table during said study time, they hadn’t done anything to raise alarm. That didn’t mean Remus was any less tense during meetups, just in case one of those idiots decided to let things slip.

“Are you okay, Remus?” The question startled him, his eyes raising from the paper he was practically glaring into. You were looking at him with pinched brows, your lips upticked in a gentle smile. He could tell the expectant way you were looking at him meant you had said something he didn’t hear.

“What?” You gestured gently to his hand, which was curled so tightly around his quill it was nearly bent. “Oh! Sorry.”

“You don’t need to apologize. But, are you? Okay, I mean.”

“Yeah. Yes,” he said, waving his hand gently to placate you. Although your smile didn’t change, you returned to your work, letting him think in peace. His face flushed lightly. How dare he sit here and think the things he was when you were so innocently sitting across from him, not a clue in the world? He felt dirty. Yes, he was on edge because he hadn’t seen James or Sirius since this morning, not since they parted ways after a breakfast where they insisted on whispering secretly to one another. The full moon was far too close for Remus to get involved in something mischievous, using most of his brain power to tame the beast within him. There were moments though, moments where his wolf's thoughts and his were so close he couldn’t stop them from overlapping in his mind. Even now, as you so innocently leaned closer to look over the book in front of him, his mind was overrun with thoughts of pressing his face into your neck and finally, finally, getting a whiff of your scent uninterrupted by the other teenage hormones around them that he had to suffer through all day. He indulged himself in just the smallest of imaginations, thinking what he could do if you weren’t in the library full of other students-

“Are you sure you’re okay, Remus?” He shivered at the way you said his name. “Because I wouldn’t mind taking a little break.” His smile turned soft at your kindness.

“That’s probably a good idea,” he whispered, setting his pen down despite not having used it for the last ten or so minutes. “I’m…uh-just a little distracted today.”

“I get days like that too. And it’s no help when focusing is on arithmancy, of all things.” His heart fluttered, his inner wolf growling. “What would you like to talk about instead?”

“How has your day been?” You laughed lightly. Remus never seemed to want to talk about himself, always nudging you to talk instead or simply talking about what his other friends were up to. Baby steps, you thought to yourself, one day you’ll get there with him.

“It’s been alright. I got an E on that potions paper you helped me with, thank you again by the way, and my roommates and I were thinking a Honeydukes run is in order for our next Hogsmeade trip. Are you sure there isn’t anything I can get you while we’re there?” You wanted to invite Remus to go with you and your friends, but he declined with a frown, stating he wasn’t going able to leave the castle the coming weekend to due plans. With whom, you didn’t know, but Remus missing a Hogsmeade trip usually meant the Marauders were up to no good, and a trip to the Hospital Wing was already penciled into your plans come Sunday.

“That’s great news on the paper! I knew you could do it, you just needed a little push in confidence. You’re very talented, even Slughorn knows it.” You blushed at his praise. “Thank you again for the offer, but I can’t let you do that for you. I always have next trip.”

“If you’re sure…” Your voice trailed off, before you jumped a little in your seat. “By the way, did you say anything to James about…us?” All at once, his heart fell then leaped.

“Wh-what do you mean?”

“He came up to me this morning and introduced himself.” Remus shared your bewildered look. “I was equally as confused. I know he’s never said anything directly to me when he comes to talk to you, but at least he would mention me vaguely being there. So, I was just wondering if there was something he was playing at.” Remus couldn’t help the fond smile twitch the corner of his mouth.

“James is always up to something.” Then, he frowned. “But why would he introduce himself to you? Why now?”

“That’s what I was wondering.” Your cheeks blushed slightly. “I was worried that he was going to bring up how I used to feel, so I ran away quickly after that.” Before he could even think about, let alone form words to ask what you meant by ‘used to’, a hand clapped him on the shoulder, then another right after. You both jumped.

“Ah, there he is! The pride and joy of Gryffindor house, our lovely genius, Remus.” Sirius’ smirk could be heard without him even turning around. On his other side, James leaned down so they were face to face.

“You don’t mind if I borrow your…absolutely lovely study partner, do you, Moony?” Remus’ brow raised. “I just have something I want to ask.”

“Ask?” Both you and Remus spoke at the same time.

“Come on, Moonykins, let’s give the lovebirds some space.” Sirius’ remark made Remus whip his head back and forth, looking between the three people surrounding him.

“Love birds?” James smirked lightly.

“Well, cats out of the bag, I supposed. What do you say, darling? I’ve seen the way you are around our Moony and I have to say I’m a bit jealous. Won’t you ease my breaking heart and join me for some time alone at Hogsmeade?”

“James…” Remus’ voice was low, dangerous, more so than you had ever heard it. You made eye contact with Sirius, who looked just as alarmed. James, on the other hand, just smiled brightly, meeting Remus’ glare head-on.

“You haven’t staked your claim on this one yet, right?” Remus jumped up at that, hands reaching for his wand that was on the table beside him. Sirius, just as quickly, wrapped his arm around his wolfy friend, trying to pull him back. James’ face was suddenly a lot more serious. “Moony?”

“Don’t talk like that!” You nearly jumped out of your seat, ready to round the table and approach…whatever was happening in front of you. Your kind, gentle Remus was so unlike himself, your heart throbbed painfully in your chest at what could possibly be causing that. James reached out to stop you, and the small contact was enough for Remus’ eyes to flash gold. You gasped.

“Moony. You need to calm down.” People were looking now, and Madam Price was headed over, eyes glaring daggers at the commotion in her library. Sirius managed to haul Remus away, nearly dragging him down the isles towards the exit.

James sighed, running a hand down his face, before abruptly remembering you were there. He spun on his heel, practically mowing you over, before peering so close to your face you could smell his hair potion. His eyes were narrowed, as if that would help him figure out what you knew. After a moment, you stepped back, clearing your throat.

“I’m flattered, Ja-Potter, really,” you said, your eyes darting between him and the pair that walked through the door, “but I-”

“Oh!” James huffed, laughing. “I’m sorry, for dragging you into this. I’m sure you’re an amazing person, what with Moony acting the way he did for you, but I’m head over heels for a certain Redhead with no other space in my heart.”

“Then why…?”

“Why? Because Moony is…” James stopped himself suddenly, looking you over once more. You could have sworn you heard him say ‘having his time of the month’ but he moved on before you could dwell on it. “He’s bad at expressing how he really feels. Always holding himself back, that kind of thing. Pads and I thought it would be a good idea to get him to realize he was being a bit of an idiot by…pushing things along.” You raised a brow.

“And you thought angering him was a good way to do that?”

“He isn’t usually like that, but every once in a while, it works to get the outcome we want.” James looked at you again. “You’re…okay, right? Moony didn’t scare you or anything, did he? I didn’t expect him to react like that.”

“Neither did I.” You sighed. “But no, not scared. He was acting a bit strange since before, but I hope he’s going to be okay.” James’ eyes softened.

“Don’t worry,” he said, gently placing a hand on your shoulder, “our Moony always bounces back after a bit. Things are a little…complicated, but I have no doubt he’ll tell you everything one day.” You nodded once, satisfied. “Now, was I in the middle of being rejected?”

“Oh, shut up,” you laughed, punching his shoulder, “you idiot. You knew I was going to say no, weren’t you?”

“Have to be a bit more of an idiot than you think not to notice the way you and Moony ogle at each other.” You blushed, opening your mouth to retort. “Plus you haven’t been as shy when speaking to me recently.” At that, you didn’t have a response. “Moony is a bit…out of it, and is really hard on himself. I’m sorry to tell you, but if you want anything to happen with him, you’ll be the one to make that first step.”

“But, how do I know if he even feels that way about me?” James looked at you incredulously.“ You’re serious? He was one second away from casting a very real hex in my direction when I so much as insinuated you were a plaything. Moony doesn’t do that to just anyone.” At your shy look, James sighed. “Look, by Sunday Moony will be back to his disgustingly adorable self and you can return to the way you were, or you could make my best friend the happiest I’ve ever seen him. It’s completely up to you.” James swiped Remus’ things from the table, shoving them into his bag. “If I were you though, I wouldn’t wait too long. Looked like our dear Moony has a bit more animal in him than I thought.” He laughed evilly, only spurred on by your gob smacked face. Just you wait Moony, he thought, you’ll thank me by Monday.

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[raineandsky]

#24

tw: implied violence, death

No, this… this isn’t right. It isn’t meant to be like this.

The hero stumbles down the alley, feeling their way along the coarse brick next to them. It’s the middle of the night, and the city can’t be bothered investing in lighting for tiny pathways like this. Not that it would matter – a sickening cacophony of blood and tears are streaking their face, getting into their eyes and blinding them. They only have the feel of the wall and the sound of light footsteps trailing after them to go by.

They can’t keep the villain away from them forever, but they can hold them off.

They pause when a wall blocks them to the front. They shakily hold a hand up to feel it, running their palm over it until they hit the opposite corner. A dead end. They can feel their breath quicken in panic – their mind can’t run fast enough to figure out a way out of this.

“Oh, darling, there’s no need to be upset,” a voice purrs from behind them, the same voice that’s been following them all this way, prowling behind them like a predator stalking injured prey. The sound of metal scraping against the wall grates at the hero’s ears, and they shrink away from the noise in repulsion. “This was always going to happen.”

“No it wasn’t,” is all they can manage before they submit to a horrible coughing fit, wracking their frame whilst the villain watches on contentedly. It was never meant to be like this. The agency had promised them safety. Protection. In the end they’d been a disposable asset in the bigger picture, nothing more than a name and a jumble of abilities in a computer system.

The hero turns towards fate, even if they can only see the vague shape of the figure slowly creeping up on them. “You were my villain, I– I was meant to defeat you.”

The villain hums something of a laugh, finally level with the hero. “And believe me, you were my hero. You may have tried to defeat me, but you failed. Now I get to destroy you.”

Something cold rests against their throat, mockingly light, the action holding almost no threat. The villain can see how harmless they are in this state. “It will take me a long time to move on,” they continue with a sigh. “We’ve had some good times, no? It’s a shame it must end.”

The hero sniffles miserably into the silence that follows, and they hate themself for the pathetic show of weakness. The feeling only worsens when the villain coos softly, the metal adjusting carefully against their skin, and they know there’s no other way out of it.

“I’m scared,” they admit quietly. They don’t know what else to say. The agency promised them so much, and now death is staring them in the face. They’ve faced bad situations before, but they’re a hero. It always works out for them. But this doesn’t seem like something they can easily evade – and the thought is terrifying them.

“I know baby,” the villain whispers, the softness in their tone almost believable. Their hand reaches up to caress the hero’s face, and the gentleness of the action almost makes them break down completely. “It’s okay. Tell me what your favourite animal is.”

A laugh chokes out of them at the randomness of the question. “I’ve always been–”

The hero doesn’t get to finish their sentence.

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[feverdreamsanddelusions]

20

inspo by @whumpshaped

[tw unhealthy bottled up romantic feelings and masochism, honestly whumpee just wants to get wrecked by their friend ok, mild self-harm thoughts, emotional whump]

"Oh, you like this?" Caretaker asked with a mischievous grin, pressing just a fraction more against Whumpee's back. They were helping them with dicing, showing off the correct and safest way to hold a knife and how to avoid unfortunate accidents — which included basically hugging Whumpee from the back and holding their hand. "Who knew?"

"I don't– come on," Whumpee almost whined, face as red as the bell pepper on the cutting board. "Just, just go on. I just wanna learn this shit properly."

"Mhm. You should be paying a little more attention, then."

"I am! I'm trying to! Stop derailing this!"

Caretaker laughed softly, without any malice. It was so clearly just a harmless joke to them. And it wasn't... an unwelcome one, it was just... a touch too real. It was too hard to ignore. It was impossible for Whumpee not to imagine what it would've been like if Caretaker had been serious about these things, and it made their cheeks burn with embarrassment.

Caretaker would never see them in that way, they knew that. They should've spoken up about this; they should've told Caretaker that it made them feel a little like they were being led on, and it wasn't good for anybody. At the same time, the idea of never getting teased in this silly way again made them unreasonably upset.

It was too enticing to be able to delude themself.

Caretaker walked them through the process, only making one joke about how Whumpee seemed a little zoned out. And they were, truly, they wouldn't have been able to recall a single part of the explanation with a gun to their head.

"Got it?" Caretaker asked at the end, and Whumpee nodded mutely. They didn't trust their voice. "Go ahead, then. Show me what you learned." Caretaker let go of the knife and snaked both arms around Whumpee's waist, resting their chin on their shoulder.

"I can't if you keep clinging to me like a leech," they exclaimed suddenly.

"I wanna see."

"You can– you can see it from, from the other end of the kitchen as well."

"You're just stalling, love." Their voice was but a low murmur right next to Whumpee's ear, and they couldn't handle it. It was so ridiculous to feel so helplessly attracted to someone's voice, but Whumpee felt like they would've done anything for Caretaker just on account of how they sounded whenever they'd asked. "Don't get all self-conscious on me now. Would I ever judge you?"

Not seriously, never. But Whumpee remembered all the good-natured teasing they'd been subjected to over the course of the past months, and Caretaker's playful tone was definitely an indication that they were planning on making fun of them for not listening.

Whumpee was just about to tell them to knock it off when Caretaker stepped back, leaning against the counter to their left. "I don't want to distract you to the point where you injure yourself," they said with faux-overconfidence. "I know I'm a painfully seductive presence, and with great power comes great responsibility."

"You're ridiculous."

"But in a hot way, right?"

"In the least hot way possible."

Caretaker burst out laughing, and Whumpee's heart fluttered. Fuck, they loved making them laugh way too much. It made them feel like they had a chance, like Caretaker actually liked them.

"You wound me. But really, don't be nervous. I just wanna see."

If only their stupid, deep-seated sincerity could bleed over to their flirting. If only they saw Whumpee as anything other than a burdensome roommate to take care of. If only they kept going, just once, no matter how much Whumpee insisted they wanted none of it.

Whumpee started dicing the remaining bell pepper, their hand still tingling where Caretaker had held it. Maybe they should cut themself on purpose, so their friend could make fun of them some more.

#whump #whump drabble #mild self-harm thoughts #emotional whump #comfort #recovery fic #res writes

[roseianxiety]

You're Reckless

× Pairing: Roceit

× Canon Universe

× Tags: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Injury, Crying, Blood Mention, Wounds, Foul Language

× Word Count: 3k+ words

× Notes: N/A

× AO3 link

× Summary:

"And for someone whose role is also self-preservation, you were reckless. You got yourself hurt for frick's sake! What were you thinking?!?!" Roman exclaimed. "Why are you acting like you care?" Janus snapped back with venom, followed by a small defensive hiss.

"Because I do!"

Janus let out an exasperated sigh as he walked through the woods, trying to find a certain prince. But it wasn't as easy as he thought it would be. Janus found himself in Roman's part of the Imagination, the colorful and vibrant world that Roman often retreated to. He hoped that he would find Roman here, where they could talk and make amends (it was awfully dreadful not apologizing to him when he already did to Virgil). 

But his part of the Imagination wasn't particularly small in any way. The Imagination as a whole (both Roman's and Remus' combined) stretched endlessly into infinity. And unlike Remus' side of the imagination which Janus is very much familiar with, he didn't know much about Roman's side on the other hand. So he'd been wandering for a long time (a whole hour perhaps) with no sign of Roman yet.

Janus was getting frustrated and his feet were starting to hurt after walking for miles endlessly. He rubbed his sore feet and leaned against a nearby tree to catch his breath. Just then, he heard a rustling in the bushes and tensed up, but it turned out to be a squirrel running up the tree he was leaning against.

He let out a sigh of relief before standing up and continuing the search for Roman. His footsteps echoed throughout the forest and made everything seem eerily silent at first, making Janus feel uneasy. Then he heard another rustling noise in a nearby bush and he froze for a second in surprise. It was going to be a harmless little bunny or maybe a cute squirrel, right? He thought. 

Well, he was wrong. 

A wild boar came rushing at Janus from the bush and the deceitful façade quickly ran away from the wild animal as fast as he could but the boar was gaining on him. Janus turned sharply to the left, running in another direction to lose it off his back, and got away. But it seems that Lady Luck was not on his side that moment because as he ran, he tripped on a tree root and tumbled down a small hill. Janus landed with a loud thud at the bottom of the hill, his body sore and bruised from the fall. He let out a pained groan and tried to sit up, but his head was spinning, and his vision was starting to get blurry. He felt a sharp pain in his ankle and realized he had twisted it when he fell.

Janus gritted his teeth as he tried to stand up, but he couldn't put any weight on his injured foot. He was stuck, alone, and injured in the middle of the woods. He wished Roman was here with him to help him.

He tried to sit up a little more and winced from the pain before resting against a log while he continued to whimper in pain to himself. Janus felt tears prick at the corner of his eyes as his ankle throbbed painfully and his breathing became uneven. Just then, he heard a voice calling out his name. "Janus! Janus, where are you?" It was Roman's voice, and Janus felt a wave of relief wash over him. Roman had finally found him.

"There you are! Patton has been pestering me because you've been gone for an hour. What are you even doing here?–" He stopped short upon seeing Janus, who was curled up against a log rather pathetically. His eyebrows furrowed together in confusion and worry as he took the scene in. "Hey, what happened?" He said softly, his confusion further morphing into concern. 

Janus let out a shuddering breath and looked up at him, his eyes red. He tried to smile at him, but it just ended up looking like a grimace instead. "Oh, nothing really, I just… I got lost and tumbled down." He mumbled. He glanced down to examine his ankle and groaned at the sight. 

Roman moved closer and reached out to look at his leg better, but Janus slapped his hand away. "Ssstop!" He snapped, hissing defensively at the princely one. Roman recoiled back, looking surprised at Janus' outburst. Janus sighed and calmed himself down, closing his eyes briefly before looking back at Roman again. "… It doesn't hurt that bad...". Roman's brows furrowed even more, "Are you sure? It looks really swollen–".

"I don't need your help, okay? I can handle myself just fine." Janus huffs as he tries to stand up, Roman offers him a hand but he ignores him and persists. No way was he going to be vulnerable in front of Roman. When he stood up, the pain in his ankle worsened and a sudden shot of sharp pain appeared on his side, causing him to hiss and whimper in pain. Janus placed a hand on where the pain on his side was when he felt something wet and sticky on his palm. He pulled his hand back and saw red. His eyes widened in shock as he stumbled back, a wave of dizziness suddenly hitting him in full force. 

But before he could fall completely to the ground, Roman quickly rushed to him and caught him just in time. "Janus, you're bleeding. We have to get you out of here." He says as carefully lifts Janus off the ground and carries him in a bridal carry. Janus was too weak to process everything else and gave in, nuzzling into Roman's shoulder gratefully before everything turned black, finally losing consciousness. 

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Janus slowly opened his eyes to see himself lying on a soft bed. He groaned softly as he tried to sit up and rest against the headboard. He looked around, finding himself in an unfamiliar room with a white, red, and gold color scheme. Then he figured he might be in Roman's room. Janus then looked down at himself and noticed that he was half naked causing him to blush in embarrassment. "Where are my clothes?!?" He shrieked and tried to cover himself with a blanket. 

Roman, who was out of his usual princely attire came out of his en suite bathroom and seemed rather annoyed by the other's reaction, and replied, "Geez, calm down. You act like a virgin maiden.". Janus glared at him, "Excuse me for being modest!".

The princely façet scoffed and rolled his eyes, "Stop being dramatic, that's my job. Anyway, I had to discard your clothes because they were torn and covered with blood and mud. So I'm lending you mine for now, don't ruin them." He then held up some new clothes which were a pair of sweatpants and a shirt, both in his colors, and tossed it to Janus who clumsily caught it. 

"I also had to patch you up, You got a gash on the side of your stomach and you twisted your ankle. Thank God it isn't that fatal or something." Roman explained as he plopped down on the spot next to Janus. The deceitful façade only nodded his head absent-mindedly as he stared at the bandage on his side and ankle. He was still perplexed as to why Roman (the same person who called him evil and a villain) had... taken care of him. 

Roman spoke up once more, snapping Janus out of his thoughts, and looked at the princely figure before him. "Why on earth were you on my territory of all places, Janus? Don't you know how dangerous it was for you to wander around there?" Roman scolded him with a huff, his tone sounding more stern. Janus rolled his eyes at Roman's scolding, crossing his arms over his chest. 

"Oh yes, I definitely knew that it was dangerous to go there." Janus hisses at Roman before side-eyeing him. "And why do you care if I go there anyway? You don't own the whole Imagination.". Roman raised an eyebrow at Janus' words, " You particularly went into MY side of the Imagination." he retorted. "Now tell me what were YOU doing there, or do I have to make you?". 

"Aw, do you think I'm going to be scared by your little threat, dear prince?" Janus cooed sarcastically, but his words didn't seem to faze Roman at all. In fact, he narrowed his eyes at him and stared daggers at him for a moment. "What are you going to do? Kick me out?" Janus challenged him, his lips curling into a smirk. 

Roman stared at him for a moment, he was so close to retorting back to Janus again but he (surprisingly) controlled himself. No, he was not going to deal and fight with a bratty and sassy Janus right now. He had plenty of things to do than argue with this sly snake. He took a deep breath before standing up from the bed, confusing the other with his actions. "Y'know what? If you aren't going to tell me, fine, then don't. I have better things to do right now than to argue with you.".

Roman stated before walking towards his desk that was situated across the room, Janus looked at him with confusion, totally not expecting this. "Put those clothes on if you don't want to get sick but suit yourself if you don't want to cooperate," Roman said before sitting down on his chair and opening his laptop. 

Janus narrowed his eyes and stared at Roman for a moment in silence before rolling his eyes. He glances at the clothes Roman had tossed at him earlier, tempting whether or not he should comply with the other's demand. And also, he didn't want to stay half-naked in front of Roman either. He sighs heavily, grabbing the shirt and slipping it on over his head. It was rather big on him, Roman had a slightly big and taller physique than him after all (he wouldn't want to admit it but the shirt was quite comfy honestly). Janus then grabbed the pants next, carefully putting them on, hissing slightly when he felt his ankle throb and ache.

"Do you need help?"

Janus stopped trying to put on the pants and looked up at Roman's suggestion, he glanced at the princely man who had his back facing Janus while he was preoccupied with whatever he was working on. He thought for a few moments before shaking his head ‘No’, he can manage this by himself just fine. "No thank you, I'm doing quite fine. I don't need your help.". Roman glanced at him for a moment then shrugged, "Alright then.". And with that, Roman turned back to his laptop and continued working. 

"Why are you helping your so-called enemy anyway? Aren't you supposed to be pleased with my suffering?" Janus queries with a raised brow as he puts on the sweatpants, his nose scrunching when he realizes the pants are too long and loose for his liking. 

Roman stopped typing on his laptop and immediately spun his chair so he was now facing Janus, staring at him dead in the eyes (surprising Janus again). “You may be my enemy, Janus, but never have I thought of leaving you to suffer in the woods while you’re bleeding out— well, I have sorta thought about it— but let's not talk about that.” He stated simply. “I’m not a monster, Janus.” He added with a stern voice. 

“Why did you even bother to help me, Roman? Are you still trying to prove being everyone’s hero? I could’ve managed by myself.” Janus hissed as he crossed his arms, now facing Roman. “I didn’t need your help by the way.”.

“Didn't you listen?" Roman sighed exasperatedly, running his finger through his hair. "Despite our differences and conflicts, I don't want to see any of us suffer needlessly, not even my so-called enemy.". He then pointed at Janus, who merely raised an eyebrow in response, "You. You play an important role in Thomas' life, all of us do, as what you have said. I'm hesitant to admit it but... I- we don't want to lose someone like you.". 

"And for someone whose role is also self-preservation, you were reckless. You got yourself hurt for frick's sake! What were you thinking?!?!" Roman exclaimed. "Why are you acting like you care?" Janus snapped back with venom, followed by a small defensive hiss. "Because I do!" Roman growled, glaring at him as he shot up from his seat. 

Silence filled the room after that, neither of them saying anything nor making eye contact with each other. The tension between them was thick, almost suffocating. Janus kept looking at his lap, unsure of what to say or how to react to Roman's words. 

"I went to the Imagination to look for you, because I wanted to apologize," Janus said, finally cutting through the silence. He then glanced at Roman, "To say sorry to you.". Roman looked back at him, both confused and surprised. His eyebrows furrowed together, hesitating if he should believe the words that spilled from Janus' mouth. "Apologize?".

Janus took a deep breath before taking off his gloves at setting them aside. He then spoke up, "I know that you wouldn't be able to forgive me but I'm sorry. I'm sorry that... that I hurt you and manipulated you. Such a simple apology cannot fix the harm done but I'm willing to make it up to you.". He paused, gazing down at his bare, gloveless hands. 

Roman remained silent with his eyes trained on Janus only. He was trying to process what Janus had told him. That he was apologizing. To him. He was speechless. After a while, he cleared his throat and asked quietly. "Why?".

Janus looked up to meet Roman's gaze, his brows furrowing together, not understanding his question. "W-what do you mean by that?..." he queries, stammering with his words slightly. 

"Why now? Why are you apologizing to me just now, Janus?" Roman asked, there's a slight pain behind his voice. Hurt and betrayal in his tone. But he tried not to show it on his face. Despite the pain Janus had caused him, he still loved him. His eyes never leave Janus as he waits for his response. 

Janus couldn't help but fiddle with his hands as he thought of a reply to Roman's difficult question and averted his eyes away from the creative facet for a moment. "I don't know... I only wanted to apologize. I had to apologize to you...". He muttered the last part softly under his breath. "...I suppose I am sorry. Though I don't expect you to forgive me.". 

Roman clicked his tongue as he clenched his fists on his sides, his emotions fighting against each other within him. "You're not answering my questions right. Why, Janus? Why would you bother to apologize just now?!". His voice cracked, tears threatening to form as he fought hard to keep his voice level. He could've sworn he saw Janus flinch when he raised his voice but maybe he was imagining it. 

"Because if I don't apologize to you then it's no use. I have already apologized to Virgil and fixed our relationship, but I still owe you an apology. I can't change the past anymore and... and it has to be fixed somehow, I have to fix this somehow... " Janus replied frustratedly as he rambled on. "I made mistakes, and I have underestimated and used you for my gain. I only wanted to be heard and acknowledged, and you did listen and believe me,".

"Yet I was too much of a fool and betrayed your trust, I took advantage of your naivety. I hurt you, Rom—"

"Enough..."

Roman cut him off immediately, stopping Janus mid-sentence. "I heard enough, Janus," he says, avoiding Janus' gaze as he takes a deep breath. He looks back up after a few moments, locking their gazes together again, his gaze softening. “I loved you, Janus...”. His voice cracks, causing him to take another deep breath. “And I still do.”.

Janus froze and stared at Roman, his breath hitched in his throat at those words. “Y...you do...?” he croaked out, unable to form coherent sentences as he looked up at Roman with wide eyes. His lips parted as he tried to speak but no sound came out. He swallowed dryly and blinked slowly a few times. "You really mean that...?" he whispered out.

"Fuck, do I have to repeat it? Yes, Janus! Yes, I fucking love you so much that I will let you fool me over and over again because I'm nothing but a complete idiot when it comes to you."

Roman exclaimed as tears pricked at the corner of his eyes, he bit his lip to stop himself from letting any more tears fall from his face, but they had already rolled down his cheeks, leaving a wet trail on his tanned skin. 

Janus was quiet at first, trying to process what he just heard. He blinked several times, his heart beating fast in his chest. He didn't know what to do or what to say, he was left speechless by Roman's confession. Roman truly did love him... just as much as he did. Without any thought, he got up from the bed despite the aching feel on his ankle and waist before throwing himself onto Roman. 

Roman caught him quickly and was about to question the other's reckless behavior when Janus suddenly pulled Roman closer and pressed their lips together in a soft and passionate kiss. The creative facet could only stare at the other with utter shock, frozen on the spot as he tried to comprehend what was happening. Then, as realization dawned on him, he closed his eyes and kissed back, his arms wrapping themselves around Janus' waist carefully as support. 

Janus gripped onto Roman as if his life depended on him. Oh how foolish he was, oh so foolishly in love with the man he had hurt. How could be so stupid not to realize his feelings for him sooner?! Janus hadn't realized that tears already spilled out of his eyes as he kissed Roman desperately, so so desperately. His heart had yearned for him for a long while now, but he simply refused to acknowledge it before. Now, it feels like everything makes sense. 

A few minutes had passed and both of them eventually pulled away from each other, their eyes locked as they took deep breaths, both panting from the kiss. Once the air was clear between the two once more, Janus spoke up again. "Roman...I love you. I love you." He stated, cupping Roman's face and stroking his thumbs across his cheekbones gently, wiping the fallen tears from Roman's cheeks.

Roman stared at him, eyes blown wide. He didn't know if he should believe Janus, what if this was yet another lie? His heart cannot handle any more pain anymore. But Janus seemed genuine with his words... what if he did love Roman as much as he did? His mouth opened and closed a couple of times before finally speaking up, his voice shaking with emotion. “...I don't know anymore, Janus. I don't know if I should believe you or not.".

He mutters as he leans down and presses his forehead against Janus'. "But I want to trust you... I want to give you another chance. One more chance. Promise me that— that we will make this work, for once. For the both of us.". Roman pulled away slightly, cupping Janus' cheeks in his hands, staring at him with pleading and desperate eyes. 

Janus grabbed onto Roman's wrists gently as he stared back at him, a small smile forming on his lips as he leaned onto Roman's touch. "I don't believe in promises but I want to try. I want to make this whole thing between us work.". He admits, tilting his head up towards Roman. "For the both of us.". 

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[weird-kid-maxx]

I'm Not Him (And Never Will Be) (My Babysitter's A Vampire Benny Weir X Fem! OC)

Forewarning: I am putting Jesse as a good guy in all of these (except, MAYBE, a few) because I genuinely like Jesse and felt he could've had a redemption arc after the season 2 finale.

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Prompt: The reader (OC) breaking down at an inconvenient moment after something seemingly harmless evokes a horrific memory.

Summary: The OC, Athena, has an abusive ex that used to hit her for every little thing. Fast-forward three years, and she's with Benny Weir. When two jocks get in a fight at school and accidentally injure her, she freaks, and the truth comes out.

Genre: Hurt/Comfort.

Warnings: Abuse; First Fight; Relationship Trauma; Abusive Ex; PTSD; Sweet Benny; Hurt Benny Weir; Hurt OC.

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Third Person POV

Athena has been with Benny for four months, and yet all they did to this day was hold hands, share kisses, and cuddle. Now, Benny wasn't a pushy guy. She didn't want to get intimate or whatever, that was fine! He wasn't needy like that. He didn't want to make her uncomfortable, so he went at her pace. It's just...sometimes, he was confused. She seemed so fine one second, and then someone would snap, or yell or say something, and she'd go all tense and quiet, and he would wonder, not for the first time, if she was possibly hiding some dark secret. He wanted her to trust him. And she did, but...not with whatever was hurting her. He understood, but...it hurt.

Lately, he's been asking the vampires about Athena. Had they noticed anything different? Was she acting weird, or was it just him? "Don't push her," Jesse told Benny one day at lunch as Athena stood in line with Ethan and Sarah. "She'll tell you when she's ready. One of my biggest mistakes was pushing Sarah." He added. "That's why I lost her." "Oh. Okay." Benny said as the other three approached.

He spent the next few days sort of...analyzing Athena. If someone yelled, he watched her body language. He didn't mean to treat her like a science experiment, she was just worrying him.

One day, two jocks got in a fight. They were arguing pretty loudly when Jesse, Erica, Benny, and Athena left Math, right there in the hall, and were throwing insults back and forth. Now, usually, nobody would bother, but everyone in the hall felt that it would get violent in under ten seconds, so a girl ran to get the staff, and the taller one suddenly shoved the shorter one into the locker, and he tripped into the metal, slamming into Athena, knocking her to the ground with a slam that echoed painfully in Benny's ears.

At that point, Jesse snarled, shoving the two struggling humans apart as Athena scrambled to her feet and bolted, shoving past the crowd and nearly knocking another girl into the lockers. Benny, though he wanted to go after her, knew he had to let her breathe, and started helping Jesse separate the jocks, still shouting at one another, until teachers swarmed the hallway, pulling them apart. "Where's Athena?" Sarah gasped, eyes wide. "This way!" Erica called, running down the hall at human speed. The others shared glances and followed her into the closest closet.

She was in the corner, knees to her face, crying. "Athena!" Benny pushed past a startled Erica. No one had seen her cry, not like this. "Hey, hey, what--" He flinched as her hands flew up, pushing at him, and she whimpered, "Don't--don't touch me."

"Hey, it's me!" Benny blinked, hurt. She glanced up, and Benny's heart twisted. Her eyes were red and puffy, and she had claw marks on her cheeks, flushed pink, from her nails. "What happened?" Sarah asked. Jesse grabbed Sarah's arm. "Let's give them a minute, okay?" He asked, eyes checking Athena over. As the girls left the closet, he asked, "You okay, Thena?" She nodded. "Thank you," She whispered. Jesse smiled softly and told Benny, "We'll be right outside." He left, shutting the door carefully so it didn't slam.

"I'm sorry." Athena whispered, rubbing her sweaty hands on her jeans. "It's okay. What...what happened, why'd you freak so bad?" He asked. "Does it scare you when that happens?" He wondered. "Sort of?" She hedged. At his curious look, she sighed. "I had an ex. Remember me telling you about Jay?" She wondered, and he nodded. "Yeah, you said you broke up with him because it didn't work out." He recalled. "It didn't, because...he used to hurt me. He would...hit me a lot, and he'd call me names. He was really abusive and controlling, and now, because of him, if something happens--a fight too close, too much yelling, something resembling anger--I freak and have a panic attack." She said softly. Benny's eyes widened. "What?" He asked in a voice that made Athena wish she'd never opened her mouth. "Who...who'd hurt you, you're an awesome person!" He nearly yelled. She flinched. "I'm sorry, please..." She whispered.

"No, no, no, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." He whispered, reaching forwards, and stopped. "Can I hug you?" "Of course!" She said, wrapping her arms around Benny. She sunk into his arms. For every time she remembered Jay's harsh words or fists, Benny was there to chase it all away.

Outside the closet, Erica's eyes watered. "I never knew." She whispered, leaning against the wall. Sarah blinked, and a tear traced her cheek. "I don't think any of us did." She whispered, eyes flicking to Jesse's. The older vampire was glaring down the hall. "I'm gonna kill him." "No." The voice said, and the door opened. "Please, don't." Athena whispered, rubbing her still-pink cheeks dry of tears. "He hurt you, so let me kill him." Erica promised. "Guys, no. Just...stay with me. I need you guys here with me." Athena whispered, eyes watering again. "Okay. We can stay." Jesse sighed. Athena smiled. "Thank you." She turned to Benny, hiding her face in his striped hoodie. For a moment, Benny looked a little scary. His face was cold and flat, and his eyes were almost black. "You, uh...look a little...different," Sarah hedged. He glanced at her. "I...I'm taking her home." He grabbed Athena's hand and led her down the hall. Once they were gone, Sarah smiled. "I know where he lives." Erica and Jesse looked at her. "We're going hunting. Tonight." She snarled, stalking down the hall. Erica grinned, and Jesse laughed.

#mbav season 2 finale #benny weir #sarah fox #erica jones #mbav fanfic #mbav stuff #mbav #x oc #x female oc #jesse mbav x reader #jesse “horace” black #tw abuse #abusive ex #trauma #past trauma #emotional abuse

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

Heyo! I absolutely adore your writing and just wanna thank u rn cuz this has made me sob my eyes out and smile like no other blog. Literally a masterpiece. 😭😭 And while reading your works got an idea of us with protective mothman and a protective roommate... Now that could spell disaster and be absolute crack at the same time... Both of them are just at each other's throats 24/7 with us not even knowing

Istg my brain is on crack so feel free to ignore it if it's not ur writing style

!!!!! i'm gently and lovingly dabbing your tears away YOU ARE SO SWEET!!!! this ask made me smile so much just from the first few sentences ALONE :DDD also this came at the absolute perfect time since i just finished watching the Wednesday tv series and Enid has my entire heart

you consider yourself very lucky in terms of housing, because not only do you get to split any rent and repair with your roommate, but said roommate also happens to be your best friend. you get along famously, with you being more polite and quiet in contrast to their instinct to stand up for you whenever you're "being walked all over"- you're not really sure you understand what they mean, but you appreciate the sentiment nonetheless, especially since they were such wonderful company

so when you show up one night with a sheepish expression and an injured Abyss monster, they're understandably annoyed at you being a pushover once again. they must be taking lessons from Zhongli, with the way they lecture you! but you couldn't just leave Childe- which you've learned is the creature's name- outside in the rain, so your roommate begrudgingly leaves to cool down while you bandage his wounds

it quickly becomes clear that Childe is immensely attached to you- much more than you seem to realize, though you've always been a tad oblivious. he constantly snuggles and bumps his head into your hand, often coming up behind you to lift you into a hug with a happy trill, burying his face in your neck as you laugh. and your roommate, well... they don't trust Childe, plain and simple. they've always been protective over you due to your quiet nature, and the fact that Childe is an Abyssal monster makes them even more wary of the way he loves following and cuddling against you. they try to not say anything since you begged both of them to attempt to get along, but behind your back your roommate and Childe are shooting glares at one another- one day your friend will drag you outside for hours for some activity, the next Childe will sweep you to his chest and cling to you for the whole afternoon. it's a silent, internal (and harmless, luckily) war, and you're none the wiser

#genshin impact #childe #tartaglia #foul legacy #foul legacy childe #genshin tartagalia #genshin childe #genshin tartaglia #chit chat #even WORSE if roomie finds out childe used to be a harbinger #give em both a lil time and they'll stop fighting :)) #also your roommate is DEFINITELY wondering how you adjusted to having a LITERAL MONSTER in the house #like???? it takes exactly ONE DAY and you're acting like he's been here for years what on teyvat- #you're just cool like that <33 #short scenario #other's stuff

[parallelroutes-old]

[ companion drabble to this from @queenharumiura. we have plenty of dev in here i don't think i've ever referenced, so don't worry about if something is confusing. ]

It's hard to stop listening when two people are talking about him, especially when it's partly behind his back like this. Being seen and monitored is one thing, but hearing directly what others think about him is… more than a little different. It's unnerving in a way being monitored never has been.

Listening in on all of Haru's inner thoughts like this seems wrong. Is this conversation something he should be hearing? Isn't Kyoko-chan Haru's best friend? Isn't girls' talk confidential?

But Kyoko-chan seems to be doing this intentionally -- she knows Byakuran is right there. They even made eye contact as he walked in the store, but she's still asking Haru such invasive questions. It's a lot to digest, and he'd rather be digesting his two extra-large castella cakes, but he doesn't have a choice.

( “I was thinking about it—So what did Hibari-san tell you about the Bermuda incident, anyways? Did he go into details about it?” ) “Hm?” “Let’s see… the conversation came up because he said he found out because of his birds, so it was only a matter of time before the others find out and come to talk to me about it. I asked how he thought Tsuna-san would take it, and he answered by saying that he trusts Byakuran-san enough if he personally requested his assistance for the Bermuda situation.”

So it's Hibari-kun's monitoring that Haru-chan heard… all this time, he's assumed CEDEF was the only group. Has the Vongola Tenth been watching so intently as well? He already wishes he wasn't here, but he has to stay now that he heard it at all.

“He said that people could’ve died if they were any unluckier. He singled Byakuran-san out and said he was gravely injured, requiring emergency illusionary organs to keep him alive.” - “Hibari-san was at the scene with a few others, but everyone involved knew about what happened, so it wasn’t like the rest of them were kept in the dark about his cooperation.”

There are a lot of things he wished had went differently during that incident, but it's impossible to change that now. He survived it, though, and that's what's important to everyone else.

( “So, you don’t think or find him at all dangerous? Don’t you deep down feel afraid of him?” ) “I exercise a healthy amount of fear. Regardless of how harmless someone my present themselves, they’re still dangerous. You must be mindful of the possibility. Look at Yamamoto, put a ball in his hands… and… you know.”

It's interesting that Haru-chan brought up Yamamoto-kun to explain why she wasn't afraid with Byakuran. He doesn't think there's any possible way to compare them, but that doesn't sound like the point.

( “So, you’re not afraid of him, but you don’t forget the fact that you should be mindful around him in different situations.” ) “Exactly. I don’t have a reason to fear the Byakuran-san of this timeline anyways. He hasn’t done anything that would warrant fear on my end. He’s been nothing but nice or helpful to me. Like I said, I don’t think it makes sense to judge him of today for something that happened in the future.”

Nothing but nice or helpful… The thought makes him smile. He's appreciated for what he does now and is not feared for what he did then. It doesn't stop him from worrying she could still find a reason to be afraid. Or, in the worst case scenario, an excuse to do so.

“Ah- he does look a bit intimidating sometimes. At first, I honestly thought he was trying to scare me away, you know?” “Though, I think it’s like Gokudera and how he always looks mad.” “Maybe he just always looks intimidating. He’s not intimidating when you actually talk to him, so it’s like… a weird dissonance kind of thing. Like, gap moe, except this isn’t moe?” “Mn- maybe it would be moe to some people.”

This comparison makes a lot more sense than with Yamamoto-kun, but… Gokudera-kun doesn't inherently have the intimidating effect. There's a huge difference between purposeful and unintentional. 'Gap moe' to some people, though… he wonders if he can ask about this later.

( “So earlier, you were very deep in thought. A strawberry castella for your thought?” ) “Well, I guess it came as a shock to me how quickly I came to feel comfortable around him, and how I trust him.” “I thought it was kind of funny how I may trust him more than some of our friends in some areas. If I ever did a trust fall, I can think of at least two people who may have just let me fall- not out of ill-will, but either because they didn’t think I’d go through with it or they got distracted by a bug.”

Maybe Byakuran isn't surprised that she has other friends who wouldn't catch her in a trust fall, but why does she seem to assume i>he would? It's true, but having it said aloud like that… isn't it still a bad idea? Even after protecting her from serious danger that one time, he's much more dangerous than that situation.

( “Was that all of it?” ) “I just—I never thought about it much until now, but I said I trust him right? I don’t know if that’s mutual. Maybe he doesn’t trust me. Could just be humoring me or being nice to be polite.”

It's not in his nature to be polite to that extent, it's more about maturity. Haru-chan might see it if they ever interact with anyone else when they're around each other, even if that doesn't seem likely to happen.

( “So, you’re worried that he just tolerates you or something? Mmm… I feel like that isn’t the case. You know, the others don’t tolerate you either. They do like you being around, even if what you do confuses them sometimes. Tsuna-kun included.” ) “Thanks.” ( “Of course. Anyways, I don’t think a person who was just tolerating you would go out of their way to create more opportunities to meet you or take time out of their day to talk and console you.” )

Byakuran has no idea where he'd start if he were to write down all the reasons why he likes Haru-chan being around. He just knows he'd worry about giving her something spanning more than one page, but it'd be longer than that.

“True… though, I do hope there is some trust there. He’s already being monitored, and if he knows that, I wonder if he was wary about me approaching him. Like, was I tasked to approach him?”

Without knowing the Vongola Famiglia has been eyeing him, the thought of her being a spy of sorts… it never occurred to him. Even if it had, he's not sure he'd have cared. He has been grateful for the company regardless. The only major thing he has to hide is the dark thoughts, and those aren't major enough to warrant espionage.

“You know, that is annoying to me. He’s still being monitored? For what? I doubt it’s on Tsuna-san’s orders, but if it was, I’ll need to have a stern word with him.”

Byakuran is no stranger to being monitored - the feeling of being watched never leaves because he is. He always is. It's nothing new, but when she says it like this… it does feel wrong. It's no wonder he lives alone now. No one can watch him, no one can listen in on him. The nothingness in his apartment at least reminds him he's totally alone, even if he's not sure he likes that.

“You don’t team up with someone and use them to in return not trust them. Don’t work with people you can’t trust and don’t trust people you can’t work with. How is it any different from using someone as a disposable pawn, they almost die and then you still don’t trust them?”

Hm, he didn't think of it like that. He was still too self-confident to understand he had a lot more at stake now than he did in the first future. Maybe it's still a self-absorbed idea that he gladly accepted an invitation rather than was just being used for a goal. He didn't even meet that goal, did he? Tsunayoshi-kun was ultimately enough. Byakuran wasn't conscious or even there for any of that.

Maybe she's right. The more he thinks about it, picking at his castella cake, the more it really does feel like he was thrown away as soon as he failed to do something he was asked to do. Does being overconfident really change any of that?

“It’s frustrating. It’s no surprise that he gives off a lonely vibe. I don’t think they see just how broken and hurt he is. They only see what they want to see, like they want for him to still be the person they fought against.” A sarcastic snort, “Isn’t it funny though? It’s like they would much rather him be the same instead of being different and turning out for the better. Maybe it’s just the optimist in me.”

He lowers the fork with the bite he's about to take.

That everyone else can't get rid of the sight of who he was is obvious, but… is this how Haru-chan really sees him now? As he is in this life… ? Not evil, just broken?

Last time he lived, he'd stopped caring about hurting others and just let it happen. The thought to stop doing so never occurred to him until the very end. He can't hurt anyone else anymore, and he doesn't know how to stop hurting himself. Is that really much different?

“Well, if he doesn’t trust me, then I’ll just have to work to gain that trust, that’s all.” “I just… want to help, and I hope he’ll come to understand that and let me try to help him. Things are easier if you have someone who is willing to support you through it.”

… It always surprises him how much a single person's kindness can change his life, and it sounds like she's dedicated to doing so. She really wants him to trust her… she wants to help and support him in every way. And she's right. Everything really does seem easier when someone is there, he's just never truly experienced the all-encompassing type it sounds like she's aiming for.

Now that he thinks about it, there are ways he knows she can easily do just that, but he's never thought to ask for them. Maybe he should try sometime… ?

( “If he doesn’t know now, I’m he’ll come to understand in time.” “By the way, what drew you to him anyways? Like, why did you approach him at the ice cream place to begin with?” ) “He was alone and sweets taste better with company. I don’t think I really had a deep reason behind me approaching him other than I was curious as to why he was alone? I didn’t really know him, but I do know of him- so it didn’t feel right to walk on by without saying hello at least.”

Just curious, huh? They're similar in that respect, then… Byakuran is usually the same way.

And he'd barely paid attention to any other Haru-chan he'd met, always too focused on studying the rest who he needed to take down in his original timeline. Of course he'd seen other versions of her, but not enough to know her. It seems like they had the same reason to interact. Had known of each other, but hadn't gotten to know each other.

As hesitant as he is to consider it… maybe they have more in common than he thought?

( “Hibari-san warned you that soon the others will find out you’ve been hanging out with him, how do you think it’ll go? Are you worried?” ) “Honestly? I’m a bit nervous about it, but overall, I’m not worried. Tsuna-san trusted him, Lambo-chan was a bit too young to really understand what was going on, Hibari-san didn’t have anything to say about me befriending him, and Yamamoto seems to be okay with him?” “Gokudera and Onii-san probably would have things to say, they’d be mad, but it would be out of worry. I think they’ll come to terms with it over time. It’ll be harder for them to keep that grouchy energy if Tsuna-san is okay with it. He’d be worried, probably, but I don’t think he’d be against it.”

Naturally Haru-chan being around him would upset some in the famiglia that took him down. She would've been better off staying away, but… Byakuran knows he doesn't want that. He's just as confident that she doesn't want that. She does exactly what she wants, and he won't try to stop her.

… But why, though?

Why is she so intent on helping him? So dedicated to a goal of getting someone like him to open up to her? Deep down, is this just about Haru-chan fixing someone she sees as broken and hurt… ?

It doesn't feel like it, though. He can't place why he doubts it, but he does. Is there some other reason she's here that he's not aware of?

But… his mind has already been spun enough and their topic has changed, so he'll eat cake and think about something else. He's exhausted his mind from processing everything he just heard. And if Haru-chan sees him, he knows he can say he just arrived and didn't want to interrupt.

He'll have to think about everything when he has a clearer head, so maybe right now he'll stay where he is, still picking at cake. Now if only his appetite would return...

#queenharumiura #>> SOLO.

[percontaion-points]

Packless chapters 25 & 26

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Chapter 25

“Where have you been, dad? It’s been six years! Why did you leave me with Driftwood and Darkness?” 

The grooves around his mouth weren’t laugh lines. I saw that as he took a handkerchief from his pocket and dried my face. “They’ve been good to you?”

I thought of the way we’d parted, how Darkness had stayed away and Driftwood hadn’t given in, even when I called him dad. But they were moments compared to all the good years – and happy memories – before that. “Of course. But they’re not you.”

I mean, they were good.

Until they weren’t. 

“This is a scent shield,” he said, pressing a small brown bottle into my hand. “Orange oil, with a little lavender and a bit of my own mixture. A few drops each morning, and it will mute your scent. It’s harmless, but after a week, not even an Alphason will be able to track you.”

Would you look at that. Essential oils are good for something after all. 

My dad was coming, and that was the only claim I cared about.

Chapter 25 summary: Vail’s father actually is there. He tells her that as soon as her name popped up on the files, he came as fast as he could. He’s angry at the other doctor because he marked Vail as being a “void”, aka a wolf whose wolf never actually formed. He goes on to say that Vail isn’t a void or a dud, but that he can’t say much right now. 

Another man comes in and says that the board has demanded that Vail be returned to the school right away. He tells Vail that there’s nothing that he can do for now, but that he’ll get things sorted out as fast as he can. Vail obviously doesn’t want him to go, because she thought that he’s been dead for the past six years. 

She’s then redrugged, and when she wakes up, she’s in the back of a car. The driver says that he’s the security for Jasper’s family, and he expresses his sympathy over how Vail has been hurt. 

Vail then peels back the bandage over her wrist, and is hurt to discover that they literally flayed her skin to remove her mating bond with Jasper. 

Chapter 26

Or as still as a two-hundredpound wolf can, when he’s vibrating from ear tip to tail.

Chapter 26 summary: Jasper anxiously awaits Vail to be returned to him. LIke the narration isn’t even trying to pretend like it’s not fobbing Vail off like she’s a car that was stolen. And item, and not a person who has fucking feelings. When the car shows up, Jasper runs out to greet her. 

The security officer warns that Vail is in an emotionally fragile place right now. He also explains about how the one doctor tortured Vail, but that a different one helped the officer to get Vail out. Jasper doesn’t seem to give a shit about any of those doctors, which… for once we’re in agreement. That shit is unacceptable, and if I could, I’d help him burn the lab to the ground. 

He carries Vail into a sequestered… House? Staff housing? On the edge of the school’s campus, where he fusses over her. He then tells her that he has to leave for a bit, because his wolf is demanding to be let out. She agrees that he can do it right there, so he strips down and transforms. 

His intent was to hide under the desk until he felt better, but the dude literally doesn’t have control over himself. He sniffs at her injured wrist, where his mark had been peeled off from her. But it makes him so sad, so he howls, which brings all of the nearby alphas running to see what’s up. 

#packless #hunter moon academy #bookblr #readers of tumblr #book review #omegaverse #reverse harem #werewolves #supernatural romance #fantasy novel #romance novels

[dorenarox]

*Limps, out of habit*

#Yes #Me #Pathetic #On the other hand - that way I seem injured - and it makes me seem....harmless!

[endofthelinegang]

𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ tasm! peter parker x fem! reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲ˏˋ°•*⁀➷after the crazy time he had he realizes that he has to move on with life but decides that breaking into your house and scaring you is a good choice but maybe it would all work out (3.4k words)

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ almost violence

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ i would let andrew garfields spiderman body slam off a 100 story building.

join the gang!

We all feel free in certain places, the places where we chose not to share with the world even those closest to us. That way no one can be attached to that place at the same time as us. A place where fear doesn’t exist and pain can be released. In fact, any feelings can be released and felt to their deepest form without being closed in. Where the world can feel what we feel in that exact moment in time. For you, it was the very top of your mostly empty apartment building. The building itself was not old or even dirty, it’s just that multiple apartment buildings were placed next to it. So, the options were not limited to just the building you resided in. Most of the residents kept to themselves and did not care to venture past the space they paid for, you seemed to be the only one. You made the walk up those stairs and climbed that same metal ladder to the top just to sit and be free. On this particular night, you were reminiscing on the week, specifically Wednesday afternoon..

` Walking up the stairs late at night from work was routine for you. There was nothing different about the day, nor the night in which you had worked over during. Unlocking the door you took off your shoes and shed your coat hanging it on the back of the door where the other two of your winter coats hung. As you turned away goosebumps grew on your arms, the wind was blowing into the connected rooms. Looking at your couch you saw someone sitting in the dark looking directly down the small hallway that was facing your bedroom door.

“Uhm- hi?” You cautiously walked over to the kitchen space standing behind the counter assuming that if they were gonna kill you you could duck behind the accidentally protective piece of furniture.

“Leaving your windows unlocked is unsafe.” A soft voice piped up from the couch as he lifted one hand up towards the lamp to turn it on.

“I live on the top floor, I really didn’t see anyone coming up here from the window.” You scoffed at the remark, not entirely sure who was sitting in your home.

“How else would I get in?” The lamp switched on and you recognized both the suit and the man in the seat, though unaware they were connected.

“Peter? What is going on?” You sighed in relief as you walked over to the living room knowing that he was basically harmless towards you.

“I saved her.” He looked up at you, eyes following as you sat down in the chair across from him still lost.

“Who?” The tiredness that had attacked you walking up the stairs was now gone as concern for your acquaintance was now more important.

“Peter’s girlfriend, she fell off and I caught her.” He looked down at the floor in front of him wide-eyed.

“Did you get hit in the head really hard? Do I need to take you to a hospital? You are Peter and nothing happened tonight out of the ordinary.” You leaned forward looking at him more closely trying to find a bruise or cut assuming he was just injured.

“Not this time no, and maybe not here but a lot of out of the ordinary things happened in my life. Well, spider man's life.” Holding the mask in his hands he looked down at the eyes.

“You are spiderman, at least that’s what I am gathering from this outfit unless you just got really bored and made a lovely spandex suit.” You joked with him, still concerned that someone scrambled his marbles around really bad.

“At least you aren’t gonna make me crawl around on the ceiling.” He laughed at you as you sat putting together pieces of this weird puzzle.

“I’m sorry what?” You just shook your head as he further pursued his confusing story.

“I’ll tell you about that later, I came here to tell you something other than everything I have said so far.” He sat the mask down on the coffee table in front of the two of you.

“Alright spider man, why are you breaking into my house at night?” You leaned back not sure what the hell was gonna spew out of his mouth.

“I couldn’t save her, but after saving MJ and having a talk with-with another Peter I realized that I can’t hold onto that forever. I have to let go and move on with my own life, start over sorta.” He stumbled with his words as you held onto the words he was saying. “In doing that I see now that anything can happen and I’m kind’ve running off the high I just faced. You’ve always been so nice to me even when I was horrible to everyone around me. You didn’t deserve that and I am sorry. And I’m sorry for breaking into your apartment and leaving the window open and asking this so suddenly but would you like to go on a date with me?”

Blinking slowly trying to absorb all of the information he had just presented to you so quickly adding in lots of strange details that you couldn’t comprehend, “Yeah, sure, yes. But before that, you have to explain at least half of what you’re talking about because what.”

“Yeah, of-of course.” He nodded quickly brushing a hand through his hair looking at you.

That night you learned that the world around you was more confusing and more concerning than usual. That people could control time, space, and the very universe with just some words. But more concerning was that there were two other Peter Parker’s, you could not imagine having to deal with more than one at once.. Even cooler to Peter was that he got to fight a bunch of villains different Peter Parkers had fought. You admired the way he had talked about what had happened in such a theatrical manner. But at the end of the day, you were just happy that he was okay. That he had come in and been so happy to see you, the way he spoke to you for hours before leaving. You knew him closely and it had been quite sometime before now. Peter had gone through a hard time, he had come to you for support but didn’t openly accept help. For a while he was quiet and quite mean but forgiving him wasn’t hard since you could not imagine the pain he had suffered through. However, Peter was not kidding when he said he was going to take you on a date, this was Thursday night, in fact, it was more of a surprise…

Peter had not been specific with what the two of you would be up to, in fact, all he did was make sure he had your cell phone number. After he left you had woken up to texts, more apologies, and a time to be ready by. He hadn’t told you what to prepare for, what the two of you were going to do. So you chose to dress comfortably but warm since the weather outside was somewhat harsh with cold winds and light snow. As you finished lacing up your boots a voice spoke to you from the outside of the door,

“Y-You look really nice.” Peter Parker leaned awkwardly on the side of the door smiling at you, this time not in his suit but rather comfortable jeans, a hoodie, and a jacket.

“So do you, I like when you dress like Peter Parker.” You smiled back at him as you stood up brushing the legs of your pants back down in case they had any bumps.

“I think you’re gonna like what we’re doing tonight, I’m actually hoping you’re just as bad as I think I’ll be at this.” As you walked out the door Peter closed it behind you accidentally brushing your shoulder as he moved his hand back down the door.

“Is Peter Parker bad at something? I could never imagine such a thing.” The two of you shared a laugh as you made your way down the hallway. You grabbed your phone and made sure you had your wallet in the back pocket before leaving the building with him.

As the two of you walked in the snow a comfortable silence fell across the bubble in your space. Peter was physically stumbling around the walkway bumping you a bit as he walked with his hands shoved into the pockets of his jacket.

“I-I know I’ve said this a hundred times already between last night and now but I am so sorry for how I treated you.” Peter piped up as he led the way until you stepped in front of him.

“Peter, part of moving on from the past is moving on from all of it. I’m proud of you for making it here at this moment. I understand if you’re not ready for it and if you just said what you said last night was because of a rush.. But if this is what you want, if this is how you feel ready to move on then you have to stop apologizing because I forgive you. I could never imagine the pain that went through you and I don’t wanna bring that up but it’s true. I have stayed by your side because I care about you Peter, we’ve been friends for a long time, all I care about right now is what you want.” You looked up at Peter in a sympathetic fashion as you stood there.

“I am ready, and I want to do this with you. I-I mean that.” Peter wasn’t sure how else to respond as you had just made his heart beat faster but not in a negative way. So instead he grabbed your hand softly and pulled into a hug on the slow-moving sidewalk. You wrapped your arms around his back and leaned your head into his chest as he squeezed you tight.

“Alright Peter, it’s alright.” To be gentle with his feelings was the goal, even though his exterior and the words he spoke were about his willingness to move on there was a ping in your heart that wanted to nurture that idea with slow gentle words and actions.

Once Peter released you from the hug he kept your hands connected as the two of you made your way down the sidewalk, running across the street, and meeting the front gates of the ice skating rink. You looked up at Peter as he smiled knowing that your reaction was going to be priceless.

“We’re ice skating?” You blinked at him hard twice as the two of you stood facing the beautiful lights and tree that surrounded the rink.

“Well it’s cold, it’s very pretty outside, they’ve decorated, and I have never done this.” Peter was looking down at you as you looked forward at the people moving around the rink.

“It is beautiful out here, and since you’re here I am in.” You squeezed his hand a little tighter, shaking a bit as you winked at him.

The two of you walked into the smaller area to get your skates after walking around for a bit to look around at all the lights circling around the rink. Once you got your skates the two of you sat down to put them on, however, you were having trouble with the laces. Peter immediately took notice as he hadn’t looked away from you all night.

“Y-Y/n here let me help you with those.” Peter was sitting next to you as you raised your leg lightly and he sat your skate on his thigh.

“Holy shit Parker I can’t feel my damn ankle.” Peter pulled the strings as tightly as he could which almost pulled you into laying onto the bench and leg across his other thigh.

“Shit I’m sorry.” Peter panicked in an instant assuming that he had hurt you worse than the actual short-lived pain that turned into just a snugness.

“It’s alright at least I know now that I will not fall out of them, but just know that you’re gonna have to take them off and untie them because there’s no way I am gonna be able to untie them.” You joked leaning as far forward as you could to place a hand on him.

“Are you ready then?” Peter asked as he tied your other skate, this time you were smarter and scooted closer to him so that your knee could bend.

“As ready as I’ll ever be.” You took your legs together and took them off of his lap before grabbing onto his shoulder to stand. Directly after he grabbed your hand as he tried to stand almost incredibly unsuccessfully.

The two of you held tightly onto each other as you clopped through the small area and onto the arena, you immediately grabbed onto the wall Peter was extremely close behind though more distanced as he watched the people around him do certain movements. Peter took his other hand off of the wall and began to try what they were doing. At first, he felt successful as he was still wobbly but not as horrible as he once felt. You watched him smiling as he grinned from ear to ear. That was until he got a bit too far from the wall and man stumbled back toward you knocking you over onto the ice. You tumbled onto your knees happy you didn’t completely faceplant. Peter all of a sudden stood faster than he had walked the entire time grabbing onto the wall almost making a crack as he held you with the other picking you up.

“For someone who climbs buildings and walks across thin terrain, you sure do suck at ice skating.” You laughed at him holding onto his shoulders as he steadied himself on the wall.

“I did not mean- I mean- I’m sorry.” He was speaking quickly, his eyes jumping around trying to make sure that you were okay and that he hadn’t done too much damage. But by your laughter and hold on to him he could tell you were at least playing off to be fine. He pulled you into almost a hug as he was scared you would fall again.

“You are fine Peter, you didn’t mean to and I might have a bruised knee later but that’s okay. Now we can’t skate like this.” You joked with him smacking his arm lightly, “Now show me what you were trying to do.” You let go of him slamming your skates into the ice in order to walk and hold onto the wall backward to study the people who were actually able to skate.

The two of you spent time watching other people skate before trying again. You tried first with Peter behind you, even though you weren’t doing that you were doing something similar. You knew you couldn’t make it to the middle of the ice rink. So you stayed close to the side but mostly the middle of the wall. Peter was smiling ear to ear. He didn't wanna admit it or look like he was skating around better than you. But he had picked up what they were doing, he decided that he should skate with you, meaning holding onto you. Right before he decided to let you get ahead of him a bit, you were skating in front of the big Christmas tree, the lights were twinkling in bright colors. That’s when he pulled out his phone and took a picture of you smiling at all of it. Looking down at that picture he almost cried, he truly was moving on and this was going to be the most perfect start. Then he raced behind you grabbing you around the waist to skate you around. The two of you spent the night laughing and smiling, holding onto one another and taking pictures together, though when you escaped his grasp you took a picture of just him scrunching his nose. As the night darkened and you began to get tired and cold the two of you made your way off the rink. Peter helped you get your skates off and put your shoes back on. The two of you walked back home together or at least he walked you home. Other than that he swung home and left you extremely happy after thanking you for letting him take you out…

You smiled at the memory, Peter was finally having fun and even trying something new. But even better was you got to be a part of all that with him. You could still imagine all the feelings of his hands in yours, the warmth of his chest against your head and sometimes against your back, and the gentle touches he gave you throughout the night. The feeling you radiated toward the sky and buildings above that night was nothing but sheer gratitude towards Peter for the night they had shared, that you were grateful for the care and attention he had given you. You smiled at the stars knowing that Spiderman was out there somewhere doing something, he loved to do most of the crime-fighting and bidding at night. You closed your eyes to feel the cold air that resembled the air you had felt a night ago. The only difference was a person missing that made the air ever so slightly warmer. That was until you heard a noise against the building almost directly where you stood. When you opened your eyes spiderman was face to face with you now, mask on.

“Aren’t you afraid to get that close to the ledge? You could fall?” Spider-Man stripped his face of his mask revealing none other than Peter Parker who shockingly was not injured.

“I’m not afraid of falling.” You spoke against the wind in a light tone, closing your eyes again and taking a deep breath in.

“Why are you out here in the freezing and dark night?” Peter was now standing next to you as he had climbed over the ledge easily and came over to you.

“This is my favorite place in the entire world because no one can touch it.” You turned your entire body to face Peter as the wind traced your body moving in the same direction as yourself.

“O-oh I’m sorry that I’m here, I don’t wanna disturb you, I-I can go.” Peter stumbled back a bit understanding what you meant as he too had one of those places.

“No, you’re fine to stay, people say that when you speak of someone they show up. But it must be different with superhumans. Must be once you think of them they appear.” You smiled and laughed as you looked at him, his cheeks turned red and you knew it wasn’t from the cold.

“Y-ou wow oh okay you were thinking about me?” Peter ran his empty hand through his hair, not sure what else to do or say.

“Who else would I be thinking about in the freezing cold night other than the amazing Spider-Man himself? The question is why are you here?” You joked with him, taking a deep breath in and crossing your arms onto your chest.

“Well I uh just thought I would drop by the area- I no. Wait, that's bullshit. I just wanted to see you. I’m not trying to sound stalkerish, I just yeah gets boring at night sometimes when there’s not a lot of crime-fighting to be done.” He walked in little circles in front of you not sure how to express what he was thinking as it was all coming out at once.

“Don’t worry about it Parker, you are always welcomed here, even if it’s you breaking in.” You put a hand on his arm to try and slow him down a little bit. You could tell he was getting a bit worked up over not wanting to look weird.

“T-Thank you, are you sure it’s okay that I uh stand here.” He was still worried about the space you were sharing, not wanting to upset you in any way.

“Of course, this is my space and I am sharing it with someone I am confident will not regret this.” You saw his eyes go less wide, happy with the response you had to him. He wasn’t sure what else to say. The only thing he could do was stand closer to you and put a hand on your shoulder pulling you closer to his body. Because he agreed with you, he knew and was confident he too would not regret this..

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[widow-maximov]

Whole again

Pairing: Wanda x Fem Reader, Natasha x Fem Reader

Warning: Language, angst, fluff

Summary: Y/n never had an easy life in every aspect of life, finding love again but being betrayed is the worse feeling...

Word count: 4.7K

Tag-list: @diaryoflife

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Life couldn't be better at the moment, in your whole life you have always been pushed, not only by the Avengers but by your parents are well.

They always wanted the best for you and you did the best you could but it never was enough so you simply moved away from them when you turned 18, it was hard living alone, working somewhere that only paid for your rent and bills but never left you enough for food.

When you joined the Avengers, you instantly felt the difference here, food was always here and you never had to worry about not having enough. Everyone was accepting, especially Wanda.

The two of you got along quite quickly, she shared some interest you did and visa versa.

It was perfect, she always listened to you and reassured you that you always did your best, it was amazing being with Wanda. You felt safe around her and she always held you with so much love that it made you feel useful.

You loved her and each day spent with her, made you fall for the witch deeper, little did you know she did as well. She loved listening to you talk about your childhood, and how bravely you would overcome struggles.

She loved everything about you, from the way you would stick your tongue out when you couldn't get something right to little snorting that came out when you were very tired.

She adored you in secret and you did the same, you were always amazed by her powers, the way she would always find new ways to improve them or find out more about them. The way she would pay to every detail of every mission you told her.

The questioning that followed after, made your heart melt at how much she cared. She always wanted to be near you and hold you tight in her arms, this only worsen when the two of you have gotten together.

The dates would be amazing, she was really romantic and you would be hopelessly in love with everything she did for you. You would shower her with gifts and always be there for her whenever she had a rough night.

For some people being with one person for a long time is boring but for you it wasn't. You felt that you were always learning new things about Wanda, from the way she would tilt her head to the side slightly when you made a teasing comment.

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Sitting in a meeting full with your teammates and unable to contain your desires is the worse feeling. Your powers are similar to Wanda's but only with the telekinesis part, the rest you just have to reply on your fighting skills.

You looked over to Wanda who was opposite you, she was too focused on what the meeting was about, rather than looking at you. You looked down at the papers in front of you and smirked, as you gotten inside her head and spoke.

"Would you like to do this?" You asked as you showed her an image of Wanda being pressed against the wall and your face pressed against her core.

She looked at you as soon as that image disappeared with wide eyes "or this?" You showed her another image, a lot more filthier than the one before.

When she came out of it, you could sense the confusion and the lust coming off her "We are in the middle of a meeting!" Her voice found itself in your head.

You smirked slightly at her and spoke back "So?"

"So? How can you expect me to concentrate on what they are talking about"

The way your eyes darken as you looked at her lips "I don't, I want you to focus on me and the way you'll be a mess after"

Her head tilted to the side with a small smirk across her face as she looked away from you and at the person who was at the front. You looked around and no one even noticed that the two of you had a whole ass conversation in your head.

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To the way she would hide her face in the crook of your neck when she was embarrassed.

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It has been a month since Wanda went on a mission, she was suppose to come back today, they were on a stake out to watch a hydra base, it was a successful mission but the only drawback was the fact that she was away for so long.

You kept yourself occupied and that was mainly with missions that required a lot of brainstorming, so when you heard that Wanda was coming back, you decided to prepare something for her.

You prepared everything for a warm bath and even went out of the way to get her favourite chocolate that she always loves to eat, along with that, nice dinner so after she is done she can eat proper food.

You sent her a message saying to shower and meet you in the room the both of you accidently found, that practically no one visited, obviously there was a little note with your clothes that she always loved wearing.

She was exhausted and wanted nothing more than to fall asleep in your arms, but agreed to your message because it doesn't matter where she falls asleep as long as it is next to you she was more than happy.

When she walked in to all of the things you did for her, she was blooming with happiness, she held her hands close to her chest as a smile spread across her. She went through everything you listed in the note, and when she made it to the room, it was something she wouldn't expect.

You might not have been the best at showing your love but you learnt and tried your best, so you stood there with everything prepared for her and the way her heart would beat so fast just at the sight of you surrounded by the little lights.

She walked over to you as she took a proper look this time at the things inside, you smiled as you opened your arms for her and she took the hug without hesitation, she pulled away and without letting you say anything, she kissed you.

At the contact of your lips, a small moan escaped her mouth, causing you to raise your eyebrows at her and pulling away "Did you just... moan?"

Her cheeks turned a red colour so fast, she manged to giggle and hide her face in the crook of your neck "Shut up, it has been a month.."

You laughed and smiled as you tighten your embrace around her and allowed yourself to enjoy this.

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But that all changed.. The day Vision was introduced to the team, he was connected to her by the stone the way you would never be connected, the way she would always spend her time with him instead of you.

The way she would listen to his story and never ask about yours, always avoiding you and your way of showing her your love, she would scold you for touching her, even if that was simply walking past her and your shoulders would brush.

It was difficult keeping this from the team, they loved you, like literally adored you, you always were the one to check up on everyone who went out on a mission. If anyone was injured even a little scratch you would always offer to help them in any way they want.

Everyone appreciated you and when they found out you found someone who claimed to love you in a different way they did... They were excited and happy for you, which meant they would always be up your business and Wanda's.

They grown to love Wanda as well, she was harmless and shy but you wouldn't want to be on her bad side, though some don't really care whether she was powerful, they would easily knock her out.

Today was movie night, the whole team sat on the huge couch Natasha on your left whilst your right side was empty, that would be Wanda's side, she wasn't here which didn't really concern you.

She was always late or sometimes didn't come but she promised to be here with you today, yet she wasn't coming. There was a gut feeling that something wasn't right yet you couldn't just walk out as Tony wanted to show you some things during this time so you stayed.

You tried your best to pay attention but it failed so when the movie was over, you stood up quickly and made your way to find Wanda, you rounded the corner and when you gotten closer to your shared bedroom, the noises only gotten louder you gulped as you opened the door carefully.

It was like a horror movie, you opening the door as if there would be a monster behind it, but this was much worse than any monster. If heartbreak had a sound, you would be definitely heard. You stood there taking in what is in front of you, Wanda and Vision in the bed you shared with Wanda before.

He was on top of her and she was a mess riddled with pleasure, it doesn't take any idiot to understand what they were doing, with so much pain in your heart, you walked out of that room and walked back to your room.

The stiffness in your walking was obvious that you was hurt, that's how anyone who knew you for a long time would know you were hurt. You knew this was the end of your relationship with Wanda..

The worse part is that this has happened before, not with Wanda but with someone else you dated, Wanda promised you that she would never do anything like that when you opened up to her.

You yet again failed your own promise, the promise that you would never let anyone in but yet that witch did something to you and you fell for her.

And here you are, sitting against the door as you muffle your sobs with your hands, you were so glad to have picked a room far away from the others so no one could hear you.

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You seemed to create a schedule to be out of the way of everyone, making sure no one saw you or even tried to bother you but you did clash with someone eventually and the way you would pretend, made no one question if you were hurt or not.

No one would notice, they just thought it was you being you. Good that you had a habit of avoiding people from time to time when things were overwhelming so no one questioned it.

You thought no one noticed your strange behaviour but you were wrong, Natasha did. She was a spy after all so analysing people was like walking, easy and smooth and she gotten so used to it she forgets she even does it.

She caught on the times you went to the gym where you would spend all of your day, you would avoid everyone including Wanda. You didn't even know she was on a mission for 6 months so your avoiding was pointless, she wouldn't even notice your absence.

You was in the gym, assaulting the punching bag as if it took everything away from you. You punched it with so much energy, you were kind of surprised it didn't come off the ceiling.

Natasha stood there, staring at you as you threw such powerful punches. It was odd how you looked so emotionless when you would practically made the bag look so weak. She did what she thought would make you talk, she walked over as she made herself known with her clearing her throat.

Your looked over your shoulder and relaxed when you noticed it was Natasha "Sorry, did you book today? I thought it was clear for today"

She shook her head as she walked closer towards you "No I didn’t, usually it’s empty..- Actually do you want to spar with me?"

You faced her now as you took a sip of your water and nodded, usually you would just be here alone and no one bothered you but since she was already here, you might as well, the two of you made it inside the ring and took your poses, she was rested and less of a mess than you, you was exhausted from no sleep and constant nightmares so you were no match for her.

With one move, you was down as she pinned you down and hovered above you, you tried with every strength in your body to move from her grip but you had no chance.

"What happened Y/n?" She asked with seriousness in her tone.

You tried your luck again to free yourself "Nothing"

"I can get Wanda to do this for me" She bluntly spoke as she watched your reaction.

Your eyes widen at her words "No, I don't want her here"

Natasha let you go as she sat down next to you but you just laid there, you knew she will question to why suddenly you don't want to be around the witch.

"Why?" Was the only word that came out from the Russian.

You shook your head as you tried to erase the embedded scene "No"

Natasha narrowed her eyes at you "What do you mean no? Why can't Wanda be here Y/n?"

You covered your face with your hand as you took a deep breath, feeling the tears form in your eyes "She cheated"

Natasha's eyes widen at your words, the feeling of range building up, she knew Wanda was suppose to go on a mission today so she will be able to catch her "With who?"

"Vision" You managed to choke out as sobs were threatening to spill out of your mouth.

Natasha felt so angry, the fact that Wanda was capable of doing something so horrible to you and she was so close to getting up and making sure that Wanda gets knocked into the next universe for what she did but when a sob came out of your mouth, she was quick to forget what she would do but quickly pulled herself near you and held you as you cried in her shoulder.

Natasha was your true friend but for Natasha you was more than a friend for her. She was deeply in love with you and when she heard that you are dating Wanda, she was heart broken. She started to slowly distance herself and hoped you would notice but Wanda was occupying your head for you to even notice Natasha missing, well at least that what the redhead thought.

She loved everything about you, from the way your eyes would sparkle at the mention of a new movie that was coming out to how you would drink too much and sing bunch of songs that didn't even make sense.

She loved you but you never felt the same even if she could swear to herself that you did feel something for her but she convinced herself she was just seeing things, she wanted to believe that you would fall for her the way she fell for you but that didn't happen so she had to live with herself and these feelings.

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She took you to your room so you could rest and made her way towards Wanda, she was in your old bedroom acting as if nothing happened, she didn't even care that you wasn't here, actually she was happy you didn't bother her.

Natasha marched inside as she could feel her anger boiling over, and when her gaze met Wanda's she couldn't control herself "What the fuck is wrong with you!"

The way Wanda's eyebrows raised as if she didn't know what the Russian was talking about "Are you okay Natasha?"

"You try to seem so innocent and shy but you are a fucking liar and the worst person in the planet!" Natasha raised her voice as she pointed towards Wanda.

She stood up as she looked at the spy with shock "What the hell are talking about!"

Natasha scoffed "Please, keep pretending but I know what you did with Vision"

The Sokovian's face fell as she heard those words "What do you know?"

The Russian rolled her eyes at the witch "How much you fucked up the only good thing you had in your pathetic life"

"You can't tell Y/n.."

The redheads eye's narrowed "She already knows.."

The gasp wasn't a shocked one but more of a surprised one, why didn't you say anything? She had to find out, so she did what was on her mind but Natasha moved in her direction.

"You won't disturb her, you will go on your mission and leave Y/n alone"

Just as Wanda was going to protest, she was alerted that she had to go, she was the only way this mission would be successful. She barged past Natasha as she left for the mission, in hopes that when she comes back, she will finally talk to you about the subject she should've voiced way before.

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The past 2 months have been hard on you, you tried to not drag Natasha into this but she was there regardless of your attempts. You even somehow ended up sleeping in her room because your nightmares have gotten worse, she reassured you that you were safe.

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Natasha couldn't sleep, she decided to go through some work reports, hoping that will make her somehow sleepy and she would be able to finally get some rest.

Her eyes darted up at you and her expression softened at you and the way you was snoring, you passed out on the couch watching a movie so Natasha took you into her room and tucked you into her bed, she decided to grab bottle of water and some more files.

When she walked out, as if her present kept you at bay, your nightmares started to wake you up, the second they got heavy you jumped up so still as your eyes went wide, looking ahead of you slowly registering where you are.

Natasha walked through the door with everything but when she noticed the fear in your eyes, she rushed to you and at her touch you relaxed, the way her strong arms held you as you hugged into her, your breath steadied as Natasha rubbed your back in soothing motions.

Your head rested on her shoulder and wiped the fallen tear from your face, there was silence, for Natasha it was comfortable silence but for you it was embarrassing, she had to witness you in this state.

You unglued yourself from her as you covered your face "I'm sorry you had to witness that"

She shook her head as she gently grabbed your hands and pulled them away from your face "You have nothing to be sorry for, красивая (beautiful). This is a normal thing that people experience so don't be sorry"

You looked at her as tears filled your eyes and with a sad smile you spoke "Well then I'm glad it's you who is by my side through this"

Natasha smiled as she pulled you into a hug and the both of you decided to finally sleep, she was your safe haven from nightmares.

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When she had her nightmares, you were there even if you were suffering.

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Natasha went to bed earlier than usual and you not waking to disturb her as she slept so lightly, you decided to just go back to your room and try sleeping there.

Aside from your nightmares sometimes you was able to sleep through the night without constantly jumping, you tried to do something to occupy your mind, even ended up sitting by the window as you stared out in the stares just in hopes that it would make you sleepy.

You took a deep breath and walked towards the kitchen, you opened the fridge and took the cold water, taking a sip as shivers ran through your body, you turned around and started to walk towards your room again.

You stopped at Natasha's door, pressed your ear against it to listen. Maybe she was awake? but there was no movement so you sighed and slowly opened the door.

Making your way inside, as you see Natasha sitting in the middle of the bed, with her head resting on top her knees, she looked so small and fragile, you placed your water down and quickly made your way to her.

Your arms found themselves around her as she so easily fell into you, her face covered in trails of tears causing unsteady breathes to escape her mouth.

"It's okay Natty.. I'm here" You tried your best to reassure her as you whispered.

She loved your voice and each time it worked to calm her so she just nodded as she let her arms snake around you, gripping onto your shirt.

Your hand played with her hair as your free hand was placed firmly against her so you could tighten your embrace around her "I'm sorry"

You smiled sadly at her as she looked up at you when she spoke "There is nothing to apologise for, I am more than happy to be here for you"

She shook her head "This shouldn't be about me Y/n/n, you are the one with the most painful pain here"

You cupped her face as you stared into her eyes "You are just as important as my pain Natty.. Please don't say that"

A tear rolled down her face, you wiped it with your thumb and kissed her forehead and pulled her into you again "You are important Nat, don't tell yourself otherwise.."

No matter how much you wanted to break down from the pain in your heart, but you kept yourself together for her because in this moment she needs you and you were happy to do that...

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Natasha never wanted anything back for what she did for you, she did it because she still very much loved you, she would even jump in front of a speeding car if you told her to, because being away from you pained her more than watching you fall in love with someone else.

After those 2 months you finally gotten a grip on your life, you started to heal and having someone near you only helped you heal faster, Wanda wasn't around but her walking microwave was, he would observe you and what you did.

So far for the past 4 months, you did pretty good, you seem to smile more often than at the start, you started to feel normal again and that was all because of Natasha, she stuck beside you at your worst and you wouldn't want it any other way.

Right now it was one of Tony's parties, you weren't so much in the mood for one but Natasha being here was more than motivating, so you attended.

Wearing one of the dresses you never had the chance to use, with some minimal make up, finally feeling good about yourself, so you made your way towards where the party was held. The first person you searched for in the crowd was Natasha and with ease you located her near the bar.

You made your way towards her as she slid over a drink that she prepared, you eyed the drink "How did you know what I like"

She shrugged as she sipped hers "I'm very observant"

You smiled widely as you took the drink and sipped on it as well, she was watching you, turning her body towards you "How are you?"

The tone she used wasn't something she used with everyone, you knew the meaning behind it "Definitely better now.. What about you?"

She shrugged once again as she looked down "I'm not sure actually"

You placed the drink as you grabbed her hand "It's okay to not know. You know you can talk to me, right?"

She looked up as her eyes locked with yours and she nodded bringing a smile upon your lips "Great, now drink that and let's go dance, before you turn into a grandma"

She raised her eyebrow "Grandma? Are you trying-"

"Sorry! I can't hear you, the music is too loud!" You shouted over her as she shook her head with a playful smile as she drank the rest of her drink.

You was already done with yours so as soon as she placed the glass down, the hand you held from earlier, you pulled towards the dance floor, feeling the burning sensation in your throat as alcohol made it's way into your blood.

Both of you danced for so long until you started to feel sober again, Natasha never left your side since she knew how you were when you drank, a little of alcohol made you so brave that she feared you might accidently punch someone.

You went to the bar alone, Natasha had clear sight of you but she was distracted with dancing as she waited for you. You knew this night was too good to be true, especially when you forgot that Wanda would be back today.

You didn't even notice the witch until she aggressively tapped your shoulder, making your head whip towards her and your eyes widen at her angry face.

"What do you think you're doing?" She questioned you as if you were suppose to be scared.

You rolled your eyes and ignored her as you continued to wait for your drink but she grabbed your shoulder and span you to face her, angering her more.

"What do you want?" You asked so unbothered by her presence.

"When did you start acting like a slut, Y/n?"

You raised your eyebrows at her, the way those words easily slipped out of her mouth "I'm acting like a slut? I am waiting for my drink and you are disturbing me"

She rolled her eyes, she felt her powers pumping inside her veins "You are the only person here, all over all those women"

You looked around to see what women she was talking about "What women? I was just dancing with Nata-" You paused "I don't have to explain myself to you, now leave me alone"

"Yes you do! You definitely need to tell me why you are all over Natasha? Are you sleeping with her?"

It was started to irritate you, she didn't care about you so many months ago and suddenly when things get better, she takes an interest, it's like her life goal is to destroy your happiness.

"You have to be joking right now.." You scoffed as you stared at her with so much disbelief across your face.

"Yes we sleep together, in the same bed! As she fucking helps me through my nightmares you gave me!" You poked her chest as you raised your voice at her.

"You think I will believe you? I seen the way you look at her Y/n-!"

You grabbed her hand as you showed her what you dream off, each night. Jumping up in fear and sweat as tears roll down your face and how each time those nightmares get worse, seeing how Wanda betrayed you over and over again and you were forced to see it, enduring more pain than it is healthy.

You let go of her hand as she finally looked at you but with a different emotion; guilt.

You scoffed as you walked away that's when Natasha noticed you was gone for too long, her gaze caught you walking away towards the elevators away from Wanda, she felt the anger in her raise but you were more important than dealing with Wanda.

You made your way towards the kitchen, as you wiped the runny make up down your face, using the reflecting bit of the coffee maker to see where the make up was ruined.

Suddenly a voice spoke up from behind you "How did you think that would end?"

It wasn't the voice you would expect to hear, you straighten yourself as you swiftly turned towards Vision "Are you as stupid as Wanda, I left to be left alone so why are you here?"

Your tone didn't faze him "Wanda never really loved you Y/n"

You rolled your eyes "Look you walking fridge, I don't give two shits what Wanda felt or not, I care about you leaving me the fuck alone before you regret it"

He stood there completely still, no emotions displayed "Did you think Wanda would love someone so simple, she has a connection with me through the mind stone but with you? Nothing"

You wanted to be angry but you knew this is why she left you, she had that connection with him that you could never understand, he laughed at your reaction "See, pathetic little girl who can't even get over the fact that she left"

"You never was enough. I am so much more better than you-" His sudden stop to his words, made you look up.

"If you don't leave this room, I swear the only thing that will be left is that stupid gem from your stupid head"

He raised his arms up as the gun was pointed at his head, Natasha might've drank a little too much, then again she doesn't exactly gets drunk, she is Russian and Russians are really hard to get drunk.

"Now leave" It was a demand that fell from the redheads mouth, he nodded and stepped out of the kitchen and left. He knew better than to start a war with the former assassin.

She placed her gun down as she rushed towards you and without a word just hugged you, you took a deep breath "Thank you.."

She pulled away slightly as she looked worryingly into your eyes "Whatever he said, it's not true-"

"Natty, there is no need to sugar coat it anymore" The smile that was spread across your lips wasn't as sad as it was before "She left me because I just wasn't what she wanted in the end, she might've left me in a horrible way but it's okay"

The Russian shook her head as she cupped your face with both of her hands as tears of her own dropped "You are just perfect, she made a horrible mistake"

You bought your hand to wipe her tears "Maybe, but that's her problem now and I couldn't be happier with where I am and who I am surrounded by"

She smiled as she pulled you into her, letting out a breath she was holding back, you always seem to have that effect on her whenever your face would be too close to hers.

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Another 6 months went by so quickly, and you seem to be closer to Natasha than before. She trained you and you in return showed her what fun tricks you can do with your mind.

She was amused by you but also annoyed each time she would place something and it suddenly it was gone. The team soon started to snoop around your business as they noticed Wanda no longer being all over you.

You told the team and they were more than understanding, respecting your wishes or else they would know what Natasha's fist tastes like.

You noticed how much you grew fond of the feeling for Natasha, you seen her in a whole different light and if you were honest you actually really liked it.

You could've promised yourself that you would never want to be with someone again but you knew that this is a whole lie and the more you spend your time with Natasha the stronger you felt towards her.

You could pinpoint the exact moment you realised that what you felt wasn't friendly but more romantic

~~~~~

You always loved cooking as a way to relax and that's what you were doing today, Natasha was against cooking, she wanted to do her reports but you managed to convince her with your famous cookies.

The mission the both of you attended was tense but not as hard as others so a little cooking couldn't hurt anyone, you looked at Natasha who just sat there as she leaned on her hands.

"You could help me instead of being a weirdo and just staring" You spoke as you eyed her from what you were doing.

She chuckled as she protested "I was told to accompany you not be your elf"

You raised your brows at her "Elf? it's not Christmas season just yet darling"

If you were silent enough you could've heard Natasha's heart skip a beat at the nickname you used, she just stared at you with a smile so you continued not realising her obvious staring "Plus elf's are cute and very useful so more your ass and help me if you want some of these cookies"

She rolled her eyes playfully as she made her way towards you, you handed her some ingredients to mix together as you did your part as well.

She stood there, mixing it as her muscles flexed catching your eye once or twice... or all the time. You tried your best to keep your focus on what you were doing and finally when she was finished, she pushed the bowl towards you without saying anything.

You looked at her and the smile that was spread across her lips was the most innocent smile anyone could witness. Sometimes Natasha manages to act like a child just to impress you and it did work most of the time.

You smirked as you took your finger and dipped it into the melted chocolate and with one swift motion you rubbed it onto her face, her mouth fell open as you started to giggle at her.

She frown at you but failed to act upset as your giggles made her smile, so she did what she thought was payback and took some of the chocolate as she rubbed it on your cheek.

You looked at her when you suddenly stopped laughing "Okay, okay, I deserved that"

You tried to wiped the chocolate away but she stopped you and looked into your eyes, the sense of innocence was gone "Let me get it for you"

When her face moved closed to your cheek, you froze and then you felt her tongue on your cheek as she licked off the chocolate she just wiped on you, when she moved away and hummed at the deliciousness, your eyes were slightly wider as you stared at her.

This feeling wasn't friendly and definitely not innocent

~~~~~

You was sitting next to Natasha on the couch, with your head on her shoulder as she scrolled down her phone to bunch of 10 second videos of cats. You planned to ask Natasha out for a walk later in the day to finally talk to her but the thought of planning what you were going to say to her was interrupted.

"Sorry Y/n, can I quickly talk to you?" Wanda spoke up as she stood couple feet away from the couch.

You felt Natasha tense which made you look at her and nod slightly to let her know it's okay, she relaxed and smiled at you but her narrowed eyes came back as soon as it landed on Wanda.

"Sure" You spoke with just one word as the two of you made your way towards the kitchen, far enough from Natasha's hearing range.

"I'm sorry to disturb you, I just wanted to apologise.."

You took a deep breath, thinking it will be one of those scenes where the ex begs to get back but she held her hand up as she spoke before you could "I'm not here to 'beg' you to come back to me, I just wanted to say that I am really sorry how things turned out"

"I had a lot of time to think about what you showed me and I didn't realise the pain I had in flicked on you by doing what I did. It was a mistake with how I handled it and I am sorry"

You took a deep breath, this is all you wanted from her and in the end she finally understood her wrong "Like I said, I'm not here to beg you because I did fall out of love with you and nothing has changed since that time but I just wanted to say I'm sorry Y/n"

You would be lying if you said it didn't hurt, because you used to love her with your whole being but at the same time, you didn't love her like that anymore, someone else owned your heart and you were more than happy to gift it to them.

You nodded with a smile across your lips "I know Wanda, Thank you for this"

She nodded as she looked past you at Natasha "I'm just glad you were able to fall in love again.."

You looked where she was looking and smiled widely to yourself as you whispered "I know.."

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You dragged Natasha along with you by her hand, she wanted to stay inside as it was cold but of course to managed to convince her, she of course said she would blame you if she gotten sick and you promised to be there for her if she was.

You pulled her towards this tall bridge that had a little pond beneath it, it was covered in ice which was more beautiful, the way the lights would light up the darkness and that's exactly how you felt with Natasha.

You stood in the middle of the bridge, smiling widely as Natasha's cheeks were slightly pink "Why are you smiling so much?"

The smile across of your lips never left as you answered her "Because Tasha! Look around it's beautiful"

She kept her gaze on you as you looked around "I agree with you" she didn't care about anything else but you in this moment admiring the beautiful of the world whilst her world stood right in front of her.

"Well why are we here?" She asked curious to why you wanted to drag her out here.

You took a deep breath and finally looked into her emerald eyes, taking in her warm hand "I brought you here so I can tell you something important-"

She whined "You could've told me in the warmth of my bedroom"

You rolled your eyes "No, no I could not have"

"Fine, okay.. Tell me" She sighed with a small smile.

"Natasha, where do I start... You have changed so much in my life and I really hope this will change a lot of things for good"

She looked confused at you as her heart started to beat fast in her chest and you continued "I never thought I could get over what has happened but you made it so much more easier which is what made me fall in love with you"

"You have been nothing but amazing to me and I regret not seeing how strongly I feel about you. Because of you Tasha, I am whole again and-"

Before you could continue, Natasha pulled your face into hers as she smashed her lips against yours, the way her lips moved against yours made you feel so loved and happy.

She pulled away with the biggest smile as she pressed her forehead against yours "I had always loved you медовый (honey) and I would've done anything you told me even if that meant staying away"

You sighed at her words "I don't want you to stay away"

Natasha smiled with so much love "Good, I couldn't even if I wanted to"

You pulled her in for a kiss but before actually kissing her you whispered "I love you too Natty" and finally allowed yourself to kiss Natasha with the same love as she was giving you.

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff #wanda x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha x reader #natasha romanoff #wanda angst #natasha fluff

[milliedazzledust]

I'll Come Back for You (Bucky Barnes imagine)

REQUEST: ANON - something where he is in winter soldier mode and protecting the scientist (y/n) where she is the only one who can sort of calm him down after a mission

ANON - winter soldier!bucky being protective over his scientist who’s forced to be take care of his health and she’s being kept there against his will too

ANON - Bucky Barnes request about how both reader and Bucky are each other support systems? It could be like a headcanon, how would the reader comfort him while how he comforts her so forth and so on

WORDS: 3506

A/N: So I don't know if I was inspired or if I just wrote too much, but I'm not sure this story's good. Anyway, feedback is really appreciated and I hope you'll like it :) (also don't forget to tell me if you want to be on my taglist ^^)

“What happened this time ?”

Her voice was only a whisper in the quiet room. The broken man silently sat on the examination table while she stuck a needle in his functioning arm. He didn’t speak, didn’t even flinch. This masquerade had started the moment she had set foot inside Hydra secret base. They had brought her against her will to take care of their most valuable soldier. It was always the same dance, rehearsed a million times since she had met him. After each mission, each murder, he’d come to her. She’d fix his physical wounds, take care of his arm and let him go.

More than often, she found herself feeling sorry for him. She knew what Hydra was doing to him, she’d heard the screams echoing in the distance. It would keep ringing in her ears for hours. Sometimes, the simple thought of picturing what he was going through was enough to bring her to tears. No one deserved to suffer this way.

The Winter Soldier was a cruel man, an assassin. She had seen him in action, had even been attacked the first time they were introduced. But despite being the necessary tool to take care of their valuable killer, she liked him. This wasn’t a place anyone could handle, not even him. And while she was aware of the danger Hydra represented, he was a different story. The man he once was had been trapped in a small corner of his mind, disconnected. His hands were his own, but his actions were dictated by an army that had invaded his head long ago. He was a machine turned on and off at will by the power of ten simple words.

“I was stabbed” Was his only answer. He didn’t give any detail, simply raised his shirt so she could inspect the injury.

“Do you feel any pain ?”

He blankly stared at an invisible point on the wall, avoiding looking at her. He was aware anyone could be listening.

“Soldier ?” She called him, stopping her movement and waiting for his response.

“I don’t feel anything” His voice was emotionless and a chill ran down her spine when he spoke. He was detached, impassive, a statue unaware he was capable of sentiment.

She cleared her throat, trying to stay focused on her task. She cleaned the wound, took his vitals, wrote down the conclusion of her examination and prepared what she needed to sew him up.

When she was about to administer the anesthetic, he suddenly grabbed her wrist. She caught her breath, frightened, but made no movement. For the first time that day, he turned his head to look at her. Whatever she saw in his eyes was enough to ease the tension in her shoulders and she relaxed.

“It’s okay” She whispered, a kind smile on her face. “This is propofol”

She knew he would recognize the name. She had spent countless hours explaining everything she was doing to him in detail so he wouldn’t be uncomfortable or scared. He was a super soldier that required extreme measures of treatment.

“No drugs,” He told her.

“You might regret that decision once I start to put the stitches in”

“I need to stay conscious,” He explicated, almost begging her. “Please”

She didn’t argue, only glanced at a camera behind her recording their interaction.

“Alright” She conceded. “I’ll switch to saline”

He nodded, grateful she wasn’t pushing. She turned her back carefully so her table was no longer in the camera’s field of view and he watched her emptying the needle and filling it with a harmless mixture of water and sodium chloride. Nothing that would put him to sleep.

“Have you ever been to Greece ?” She asked him out of the blue. He stared at her curiously. “I’ve always dreamed of visiting. It has the longest coastline in Europe, with so many islands between the blue Aegean Sea to the east, the Mediterranean Sea to the south, and the Ionian Sea to the west. Can you imagine how beautiful it must be ?”

She kept talking for a while about the country, the books she had read and the films she had seen about it. His eyes stayed on her the whole time, his head tilted to the side, wondering why she was telling him all this. Not that he minded, he loved listening to her. She had the power to calm him down. He was constantly on high alert, ready to fight whomever he was told to kill, prepared to endure whatever torture they had prepared, but this room and the woman inside were his only small moments of peace. Her voice was the music he desperately needed to sooth his soul.

“Why are you telling me this ?” He wondered out loud.

She smirked. “To take your mind somewhere else than here. Seems like it worked”

He glanced at his stomach and realized the stitches were already there. Too engrossed in her story, he hadn’t noticed or felt anything.

“How…”

“Funny how magical words can turn out to be, isn’t it ?”

She could swear she saw the flicker of an emotion on his face looking back between his wound and the woman, but just as quickly as it came, it was gone.

“Thank you, doc”

She hesitated a moment before gently taking his hand on her own.

“Be careful” She muttered. “There’s only so much I can fix”

“I will” He promised. “Are they … are they treating you right ?”

She shrugged. “If threatening to kill me is what you consider right, then I guess I’m a real princess in a castle”

He ran a jerky hand through his hair and seemed to be looking for the right words to say but never spoke.

“Can I ask …” She began, curiosity getting the best out of her. “What is your real name ?”

When his gaze fell on her, all she saw was pure panic. Her question, as simple as it may have been, had surprised him. He didn’t remember, didn’t even question anyone, because it hadn’t mattered. He didn’t need to be more than a ghost to be able to kill.

“I’m sorry” She apologized. “I shouldn’t have asked. I didn’t mean to…”

“I don’t know” He admitted.

She gulped and looked away. His eyes held too much confusion and despair. Coming face to face with the enormity that was this man’s fate was sometimes undeniably heartbreaking.

“Can I call you Winter, then ?” She suggested.

He seemed to ponder for a while before offering her a small smile. “Yes, yes I’d like that”

It hurt to see a glimpse of happiness on his face for something as simple as a name and the woman didn’t realize that what she had just given him was the shred of an identity. A tiny piece he would hold onto. He was living inside a nightmare he had no idea he was trapped into, and if she dared to help, she would pay it with her life. So all she had the power to do was give him a name. Make him feel alive again.

The next time she saw him was only a couple of days after, carried by two agents, head hanging low and barely conscious. His clothes were stained in blood and his metal arm seemed dislocated.

“Patch him up” One of the men coldly ordered. They dropped the injured soldier on the ground like he was nothing more than an object, not even human.

She rushed to his side, checking his pupils first with a flashlight to rule out any intracranial damage to his brain. She did the same on his chest with a stethoscope, searching for any potential life threatening injury. When she moved to his shoulder to inspect the metal bones, he regained consciousness. Maybe it was the sight of yet another scientist above him or the touch of her fingers on his skin, but the man was quick to react and got on his feet in no time. His human hand wrapped around her neck tightly and he pushed her body with force against a wall, choking her. She tried to speak, but the action had been so sudden and violent that she was unable to move a muscle. He was in a trance, eyes filled with hatred that she knew was not directed toward her. Whatever he was picturing in his mind had awakened the assassin. She was the threat and he was in a game of survival.

She whispered his name several times but it was only after a minute, when she was on the verge of passing out, that he seemed to realize what he was doing. He stared at her with wide open eyes and released her from his grip. Her body fell on the floor before she started coughing, struggling to catch her breath.

“I’m…” He tried to speak, looking down at his hands in horror.

“Water” She managed to whisper.

He brought the woman a bottle and tried to help her on her feet. When he reached for her, she involuntarily flinched. A pure reflex. She didn’t miss the sadness on his face as he recoiled from her.

“I didn’t mean…”

“I know. It’s alright”

“I could’ve killed you” He said it more to himself than to her.

“But you didn’t” She laid a hand on her chest, taking a deep breath to try and calm her heart rate. “What happened ?”

“You touched me,” He explained.

“I touch you all the time” When he smirked, she realized the double meaning behind what she had just said. “Hm … why would it be any different today ?” She immediately changed the subject.

“Usually, when I’m unconscious I can … sense them around me. Working on me. And I can’t move but I still feel the pain”

Once again she was at a loss of words against the heaviness that was the burden of his life.

“Are you sure you’re alright ?” He repeated almost in a childish voice.

“I’ll get over it, don’t worry” She tried to reassure him. It didn’t seem to work. He took a temptative step, making sure she wasn’t uncomfortable. He moved his hand toward her neck, deliberately going as slow as he could. His eyes stayed on hers, watching out for any sign of fear. “What are you doing ?” She said in a breath, a different kind of shiver rolling down her spine.

“I need to make sure I didn’t hurt you” The sincerity and concern she heard in his voice were unsettling. She stared back in disbelief, but didn’t move. This was the closest they had ever been and it almost felt unreal for both of them. Too good to be true, especially in a place of nightmare like this.

He tilted her head to the back, still looking at her, and softly brushed his thumb over her skin. A bruise was already starting to appear. She saw the change in his eyes, the regret and sadness when he lowered his gaze. He kept inspecting her from all angles possible, making her chuckle in the process.

“Are you done, doctor ?” She joked.

He tried not to smile but miserably failed. “Almost. Haven’t found a diagnosis yet”

This time she laughed.

“C’mon, I’m not the real patient here. I need to take a look at you” She glanced at his metal arm, still dislocated. He was avoiding using it and she had noticed.

He sighed but didn’t remove his hand from her neck. Instead, his thumb slowly reached her cheek and he gently stroked her skin.

“I wish I could get you out of here” He whispered. “You don’t deserve any of this”

“Neither do you”

He clenched his jaw and plastered a tight smile, refusing to acknowledge what she had just said. He lowered his arm and sat on the examination table without saying anything.

“I’m gonna … hm … I’m gonna need to cut your shirt open” She gulped, trying to keep her cheeks from getting any warmer.

The man smirked and grabbed a pair of scissors nearby that he handed to her. She took it but didn’t dare to look at him, too uncomfortable by the situation. As she cut his shirt higher and higher, her hands started to shake. He could see her shifting her weight from side to side and desperately avoiding any eye contact. She was embarrassed and he was enjoying every second of it.

When finally she had taken it carefully off his body, she huffed in frustration. There was no denying that he had beyond toned muscle structure, verged into defined and well built curves.

“Is it… is it alright if I touch you ?” She allowed herself to take a glance at him, and rolled her eyes when she saw the smirk on his face.

“More than alright, doc” He teased her.

The moment her hands came in contact with his skin, he involuntarily flexed his muscles. She took a sharp breath, trying not to lose focus when she cleaned his wounds. She looked up at him to make sure he wasn’t in any pain, only to realize he was already staring. What should have been a quick glance turned into something more, a moment that lasted a little too long. When he leaned in toward her, she suddenly seemed to notice the lack of space between them. She cleared her throat and took a step back.

“Quit flirting, Winter” She reprimanded him with a playful grin.

He laughed. It was the first time she heard that sound and she couldn’t help the giggle that escaped her mouth. He looked so carefree and alive, so human. She was finally meeting the man behind the assassin, and he troubled her even more than the silent killer.

“I kinda like to see you flustered, doc”

She ran a hand through her hair, trying to hide her obvious nervousness.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about” She pursed her lips to keep from smiling.

“Sure you don’t” He sniggered.

She rolled her eyes. “I’m gonna need to put that shoulder into place”

Instead of talking, he grabbed her hips and considerably shortened the distance she had put between them. Her eyes widened from both the sudden gesture and the feeling of his fingers on her body.

“Go right ahead, doc”

She leaned in toward him to have a better access to the injury, ignoring the unexpected shudder. She was practically over him, a hand on his shoulder, the other on his broad back. If he felt any pain when she pushed the bones back into place, he didn’t show.

“All good ?” He muttered, heavily breathing. She was about to ask if he was okay but the words stayed stuck when she realized how close their faces were. He wasn’t hurt, no, he was perturbed by her presence. He could smell her perfume and see the hair raising on her neck. Whatever he was feeling, she felt it too.

“Do I make you nervous, soldier ?” She said, a smile building on her full lips.

“You have no idea, doctor”

She turned to face him. They locked eyes and, for a moment, none of them moved. The atmosphere instantly changed when he bit his lips. He bent closer and closer, and this time she didn’t push back. When finally he kissed her, she froze in place. He was about to draw back when she grabbed his neck, deepening the kiss. A sensation she couldn’t comprehend took over her whole body. He didn’t rush, took his sweet time lingering his lips over hers. She could swore her knees would have given out if he wasn’t holding her in place. Her chest was fluttering and she lost all sense of time. He pulled back from the lack of oxygen, but not before caressing her mouth one last time.

“Too much?” He inquired quietly.

She shook her head, laughing. “No. Just enough”

“I’ve been dreaming of doing that for a while” He admitted.

“Quite the change of attitude. I could’ve sworn you wanted me dead only ten minutes ago” She joked.

He pouted, not particularly happy she was reminding him of his previous outburst.

“You’re all set up, Winter” She announced after one last look over his chest. “No major damage”

“Have you checked my heart ?” He joked with a smirk. “I think it’s beating a little fast”

She coughed to try and hide her laugh.

“I’m afraid that’s not fixable” She started to write her report, ignoring his lingering gaze on her. Her brain was still fuzzy from the kiss they shared. “Unless I stay away, which would probably ease your … discomfort”

“Who said anything about discomfort ? That’s a kind of pain I’d rather enjoy”

She raised an eyebrow, not missing the way her own heart palpitated.

“Don’t play with fire, soldier”

He smirked. “Between us, I’m trying to delay the moment I’ll have to go through that door again”

This time she lost all joy and raised her head from what she was writing on her report to look at him.

“You’re strong enough to leave this place, you know”

“Leave where ?” He asked.

“Somewhere you’ll find who you really are”

“Does that somewhere include you ? ‘Cause you should know I won’t go without you”

She walked up to him and took his hands.

“Save yourself while you still can, Winter” She sadly replied.

“What about you ?”

“I’m just … collateral damage” She exhaled.

He gently pressed his forehead to hers.

“I promise I’ll come back for you after that last mission”

“I’ll hold you onto that”

He planted a soft kiss on her lips, making her forget once again where they were and what their reality was.

“I’ll take you to Greece” He whispered. “Just the two of us. Wouldn’t that be great ?”

“It’s a date” She grinned, making him laugh.

“You’ve got yourself a deal. We’ll get out of here” He swore. “And I’ll take you dancing under the stars of Mykonos”

He didn’t know then that he would never have the occasion to keep that promise. They would have more moments, stolen from the chaos of this place, but nothing more. Weeks later, he would hear rumors about treason and compromising positions. He would understand too late they meant her. She was his weak point, and the Winter Soldier couldn’t have any weaknesses. She was disposable, he was an assassin with superpowers. All the recordings they had proved he no longer could be operational so long as she was still breathing.

“Buck, you alright ?” A voice suddenly spoke in the agonizing silence.

He turned around to his friend, brushing the tears he didn’t realize had started to fall. Standing in the empty room, he couldn’t move away from the dried patch of blood on the floor.

“Yeah, I just need a minute” He shook his head, trying to make the painful memories disappear.

The man behind him began to inspect the place, searching through scattered papers around a desk.

“Dr. Y/N Y/L/N” He read.

Bucky closed his eyes, clenching his jaw. The simple sound of her name was enough to widen the open wound inside his chest. He sat on the examination table one last time, without her. Forgetting he wasn’t alone, he let himself wander into his most precious memories. He remembered the taste of her lips, the smell of her perfume and the touch of her skin. Every detail engraved in his head forever.

“Did you know her ?” The person asked.

“Yeah”

The man stopped what he was doing and observed the former assassin for a solid minute. He looked heartbroken.

“Bad memories ?” He inquired.

“Not in this room” Bucky sadly smiled.

“What happened ?”

“I don’t want to talk about it, Steve”

The Captain hesitated for a moment but didn’t push. He was aware his friend was still healing and whatever the place was, it was part of his pain.

“Is she dead ?” He only questioned.

He gulped and tilted his head backward to keep the tears at bay. “They took her away from me” His voice cracked when he spoke. He was not able to stop the violent sob that escaped his mouth. He wanted to say so much more but the lump in his throat was far too heavy.

“I was too late,” He whispered. “I promised I’d come back for her but I was … too …”

His shoulders started to shake as tears ran down his bloodshot eyes. Steve rapidly closed the distance between them and hugged his friend, letting him express his sadness. They stayed there until he was calm enough to take a deep breath.

“You ready ?” The Captain inquired.

The broken soldier silently nodded.

“Where to now ?” Steve asked him. “You’re free to go anywhere you'd like”

“Greece. I have a date in Greece”

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The PPC (Chrislex x Reader)

The PPC, or the Polyamorous Power Couple find themselves on field together for the first in a match against Sweden, but when fouls go uncalled, and tackles become a bit too hard, the duty to rein in her two spicy girlfriends falls on Christen’s shoulders. 

“I mean, there’s no way we can lose, not with the PPC leading the charge.” Megan smirks and your brows furrow.  

“PPC?” You ask with a snort and Megan grins.  

“The Polyamorous Power Couple.”  

Christen giggles, her cheeks flushing when Alex slips an arm around her.  

You, meanwhile can't help but pout, wanting to be between the two women, but unfortunately there wasn’t anywhere on the bus where the three of you could sit side by side.  

“Awwwwww.”  

Your brows furrow when a pair of arms wrap around you from behind, a pair of arms belonging to Tobin Heath.  

“Don’t pout, I’ll give you a hug.” She grins and you laugh, leaning back against her chest.  

Alex’s brows arch, as do Christen’s their eyes narrowing playfully as they glare across the aisle at you and Tobin.  

“Hey, she was pouting.” Tobin gives you a squeeze.  

Megan leans from her seat and into the aisle, the woman’s eyes narrowed as she stares Christen and Alex’s way.  

“You know the power that Y/N’s pout holds.”  

You smirk, knowing full well how that pout effects both Alex and Christen, the two immediately caving at the sight of it.  

Christen glances at Alex.  

“Oh, trust me.” Alex snorts and Christen giggles, the two speaking at roughly the same time.  

“We know.”

                                                           ***

You exhale loudly, bouncing on the heels of your feet as you stare out of the tunnel and at the field, a field you would be on soon, a field you would be starting on against Sweden.  

Your eyes widen when a pair of arms slip around you from behind, the owner resting their chin our shoulder.  

“Are you nervous?” Christen whispers in your ear and you sigh, leaning back heavily against her chest.  

“A little, you remember what happened last time against Sweden...” You mumble as your eyes flutter shut, the last game against Sweden weighting heavily on your mind.  

Christen frowns, remembering all too well what happened during the last bout against Sweden, the way you crumbled to the ground, clasping your injured leg after a reckless tackle.  

A growl makes your eyes flash open, a smile stretching across your face when you see Alex standing in front of you, her arms crossed across her face and eyes narrowed in a glare as she eyes the players donned in yellow.  

“Oh, it better not happen again.” She growls, a number of the Swedish players taking a step back when they see the look in her smoldering blue orbs.  

You shake your head, grabbing her arm and pulling her to you, your arms slipping around her as you kiss her cheek.  

“Save that spice for the field.” You whisper, grinning when Alex kisses the tip of your nose.  

“Oh, I have enough to go around.”  

Christen giggles, her hot breath tickling your ear, the woman pressing a kiss to your cheek before she moves to her place in line.  

You take a deep breath, your eyes drifting to Christen’s back, before drifting to the large number thirteen adorning Alex’s jersey.  

You nod curtly to yourself, smiling when both Christen and Alex glance your way, Alex sending you a wink whereas Christen simply grins, a smile you can’t help but return.  

Kelley gives you a pat on the back from her place in line behind you, the defender smiling when you turn her way.  

“Ready?” She asks and you nod.  

“Ready.”  

The line begins to move and you take a deep breath, your fear completely dissipating as you make your way out of the tunnel and onto the field.  

                                                           ***

The snarl that left you was inhuman as you made your way towards Alex, pulling her up off the ground for what was the fifth time in just the first half.  

Sweden had been particularly hard on the forward, who’d basically gone down anytime she’d been in possession of the ball.  

Alex moves to her feet with a grimace, her cheeks flushed and face contorted in anger, anger she directs at the ref who hadn’t been calling any of the fouls committed against her.  

Sweden had committed a NUMBER of fouls, against not only Alex but you as well, though none had been called.  

You wipe a blade of grass from Alex’s shoulder a scowl on your face as you glare at the player who’d fouled her.  

You shake your head as you make your way across field, your shoulder knocking with hers, roughly.  

A whistle makes you stop dead in your tracks, the incompetent referee marching towards you, her hand in her back pocket.  

“Are you fucking kidding me?” You growl under your breath as she stops in front of you, a yellow card held high above her head.  

“You’ve got to be fu-

The sound of a whistle blowing makes you fall silent, the first half coming to an end in a rather irritating fashion.  

A hand gently takes your own and you growl in anger, though when you realize the hand belongs to Christen you fall silent.  

She practically drags you towards Alex, the forward grabbing an equally angry Alex’s hand, earning a similar reaction as she’d gotten from you, an irksome growl, though when blue orbs lock with green she too falls silent.  

“Come on.” Christen whispers as she squeezes your hand, as well as Alex’s.  

Despite your anger, you squeeze back, as does Alex.  

                                                           ***

Christen’s eyes dart from you, to Alex, to you, to Alex, her head on a swivel as she does her best to calm her girlfriends down, the two of you scowling angrily.  

Fingers slip gently between your own and you sigh, the feel of Christen’s hand in yours bringing you a sense of calm, a similar thing happening to the woman on the other side of Christen.  

She gives both your hands a squeeze and you sigh in unison, the two of you leaning against Christen who’s all too happy being between the two of you.  

Momentarily your hand leaves Christen’s, only to slip around her moments later, your fingertips caressing Alex’s arm.  

“Are you okay?” You whisper lowly as to not be heard.  

Alex smiles, taking your hand and giving it a squeeze before she kisses the back of it.  

“I’m okay, are you?” She asks and you nod, your cheek resting against Christen’s back.  

“I am.”  

Alex sighs as she leans against Christen’s back, the tip of her nose brushing yours.  

Christen smiles at the feel of the two of you resting against her back, the woman wanting nothing more than to stay like this, but they had a game to play, a game that was currently nil, nil.  

Reluctantly, you leave your resting place when Vlatko enters the locker room.  

Christen grins when you press a kiss to her cheek, her cheeks flushing further when Alex does the same to her other cheek.  

“What would we do without you?” You smile and Megan snorts from her place across the locker room.  

“Probably get detained by the police.”  

You lean around Christen, grinning when your eyes catch Alex’s, a grin stretching across her face.  

“Well, we still have a second half to get though, don’t we?” Julie snorts and Christen shakes her head, her green orbs wide as she looks from you, to Alex and back.  

“Please don’t get arrested.”  

Alex shrugs.  

“No promises.”  

Christen turns towards you and you grin innocently.  

“Same.”  

She shakes her head, nonetheless taking your and Alex’s hands.  

“What am I going to do with you two?”  

                                                           ***

Unfortunately for Christen moments after the start of the next half you’re on your back staring up at the cloudy sky above you.  

You roll over onto your front before moving to stand, angrily brushing the bits of grass from your uniform.  

Christen jogs towards you, her hand resting on your back.  

“Are you alright?” She whispers in your ear and you nod.  

“I'm fine.” You growl, sending the Swedish player who’d taken you down a glare, a glare only rivaled by the one Alex is currently sending her.  

It seemed as if Sweden had turned their attention from Alex and onto you, seeing as a few minutes later you were back on the ground again.  

You snarl as you jump to your feet, trying to decide whether to go for the ref, or whatever Swedish player was closest, but before you can Christen moves to stand in front of you.  

“Don’t she isn’t worth it.”  

“THAT WAS OBVIOUSLY A FOUL! COME ON! THIS IS FUC-”  

At the sound of Alex’s voice, Christen jogs away, grabbing Alex’s arm and dragging her away from the ref, the forward grumbling angrily under her breath as she’s pulled away.

You want more than anything to advance on the ref yourself, but an arm slipping around you makes you still, an arm belonging to Kristie Mewis.  

“Thought I’d help Christen reign in her spicy girlfriends.”  

Your bottom lip juts out in a pout.  

“Why’d you pick me?” You ask and the blonde snorts.  

“You’re shorter than Alex.”  

You huff, sending her a harmless glare.  

“Not that much shorter.” You mumble and Kristie snorts.  

“Are you sure about that?”  

You growl, your nose crinkled.  

“Bite me Mewis.”  

She holds her hands up in surrender.  

“That’s Christen territory, not mine.”  

Christen, who’d just jogged over, brows arch.

“What’s my job?” She asks, confused her brows furrowing in confusion at the deep red flush on your cheeks.  

Kristie shrugs.  

“Ohh, nothing.”  

                                                           ***

Unfortunately for Christen yet again, Alex is taken down in the box in the last few moments of the game, a foul that is, YET AGAIN, not called.  

That is seemingly the last straw for you, as you march across field towards the referee, the woman entirely unaware that you’re quickly advancing on her.  

The whistle blows loudly, signaling the end of the game, giving Christen free reign to chase after you, the woman literally throwing you over her shoulder before jogging to Alex who is also stomping towards the ref.  

“Chris-

“No.”  

The remainder of the USWNT watch as Christen carries you, and drags Alex off the field, the two of you snarling and spitting angrily at the ref and any Swedish player nearby.  

“Chris! Let me go!” You whine with a pout and Christen shakes her head.  

“No.”  

“Then let ME go!” Alex growls, trying to wrench her arm free, though halfheartedly as to not hurt Christen.  

The woman simply shakes her head.  

“No, and if you don’t stop, you’re both sleeping alone tonight.”  

You lean around Christen, your eyes catching Alex’s blue orbs, the woman’s pout just as jutted out as your own.  

Alex pulls her arm free, instead of running away though, she crosses her arms across her chest.  

You follow suit, crossing your arms across your chest, though Christen doesn’t put you down, instead opting to carry you to the locker room.  

“You can put me down you know.” You huff when she passes into the locker room and she scoffs.  

“No, I can’t.”

Alex snorts.  

“You’ll probably run out onto the field and kill the player that took Alex down.”  

Tobin snorts as she passes by.  

“And then the ref.”  

You shake your head.  

“No, the ref would be first.”  

Christen turns to Alex, smiling when her girlfriend opens her arms.  

You grunt as Christen passes you off to Alex, the woman wrapping her arms tightly around you from behind, your back against her chest.  

“You know, most people would kill to be where you’ve been in the past five minutes.” Megan snickers and you hum, your arms uncrossing, your hands moving to rest on Alex’s.  

Alex’s finger's part, allowing yours to slip between them.  

“Oh, so SHE gets to hold your hand and I don’t?” Christen pouts, her pout disappearing moments later when you take her hand.  

“That’s better.”  

Megan shakes her head as she looks around the room, she and Tobin sharing a glance.  

“Idiots.”  

Emily shakes her head.  

“Correction.” She wags her finger, the blonde grunting when Kelley pulls her into a headlock.  

“They’re gay idiots.”  

You smirk, giving both Alex’s and Christen’s hands a squeeze.  

“It’s okay, we know you’re jealous.”

Kristie snorts.  

“I mean honestly...? A little...” She snorts and Sam elbows her.  

“I’ll tell Rachel.”  

She scoffs.  

“Bitch, you know she’d agree.”  

                                                           ***

Much later that night you’re grunting as you fall face first into bed between Alex and Christen, the two women giggling.  

Christen rolls over on her side, the woman’s hand slipping under your shirt and running up and down your back in a gentle caress that leaves you basically purring.  

Alex glances at the forward, her smile splitting into a grin.  

Fingers tangle in your hair and you hum, your eyelids drooping.  

“Noo...” You whine, though you make no attempt to move, your chest rumbling.  

“No what???” Alex asks with a giggle and you grumble.  

“I should be the one taking care of you guys...”

Alex grins apologetically, reaching over you and cupping Christen’s cheek.  

“If it wasn’t for Chris, we’d probably both be in jail.”  

You snort.  

“Probably?” You ask, your voice muffled.  

Christen’s hand leaves your back as you roll over, a smile stretching across your face.  

“Still, I wish you would’ve let me have a go at the ref.” You pout, your eyes widening and cheeks flushing as Christen ducks down, the woman pressing a kiss to the tip of your nose before she kisses your lips.  

“Then you wouldn’t be between Alex and I right now.” She smirks, and you huff.  

“True.” You blush, rubbing the back of your neck.  

Alex leans down, the woman kissing the nape of your neck, before she wraps her arms around you, pulling you back against her chest.  

You sigh, your eyes fluttering shut as your smile splits into a grin.  

“Unless you don’t WANT to be between us.”  

You scoff.  

“Now who said that?” You giggle, sighing in content when Christen scoots closer, her nose brushing yours as her head rests on the pillow beside you.  

Christen covers Alex’s hand with her own, their fingers intertwining where they’re resting on your hip.  

Christen grins when she realizes you’re fighting off sleep, your eyelids fluttering shut before you snap them back open.  

She brushes her nose playfully against yours.  

“Sleep.” She whispers and you yawn.  

“But...”  

Alex nuzzles into the spot behind your ear.  

“We’ll be here when you wake up.” She tickles your earlobe with the tip of her nose and you smile.  

Sleep is moments from taking you when you find your voice, words slurring as you fight off sleep.  

“I love you guys.”  

Alex gives Christen hand a squeeze, the two grinning.  

“We love you too.” Alex whispers, pressing a kiss to the nape of your neck again. 

Christen pecks your lips, her grin widening when you attempt to reciprocate, but fail immensely.  

“So, so much.” She whispers.  

You hum, unable to fight sleep any long, surrounded in the comforting heat coming from the two women on either side of you, two women you love more than anything in the world.  

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