#Platonic! Captain Hook x reade

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Hello! Can you do HC for Disney villains (separate) taking in a poor reader as their apprentice/ servant? How would they treat them at first? Would grow closer to them overtime? I'm not sure if you have a limit as to how many characters you take but it can be any from Ursula, Cruella, Hades, Captain Hook, Scar, and/ or Maleficent. Thank you for reading!

Of course! I don't really have a limit of characters so I'll include all in this post. In Hades and Scar Hcs I couldn't think of a servant or a apprentice so I just turned their Hcs into some Father figure ones, I hope that's not a problem '^^! And thank you for being my first request! -----[⚠]-----

♥𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐕𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞/𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐭♥

💄 𝒰𝓇𝓈𝓊𝓁𝒶 💄

♥It all started one day when Flotsam and Jetsam escaped their metallic jail.

♥Ursula went outside of her cave in a search for them and then, she saw you.

♥You were a young mermaid/merman, beautiful hair, beautiful eyes, beautiful tail.

♥Also, what caught her attention was that her moray eels were surrounding you, they seemed calm and you were slightly giggling at the behavior of the eels.

♥She approached to you with a confident (and slightly evil) grin in her face and offered you to work with her.

♥You looked a bit confused that she was asking that to you, I mean, you were poor, like- very poor.

♥When you told her that you were poor she shrugged it off by saying "Your status doesn't matter to me, My beautiful eels like you and so do I, so come on".

♥Since your first day as her apprentice she treated you 10/10.

♥She taught you how to use some of her potions and how to feed Flotsam and Jetsam.

♥She usually asked you to search for "poor souls in disgrace" and to bring them to her so she could "help them"

♥Since you were poor she provided you food, letted you sleep in her cave (in a separeted room ofc) and sometimes she would gave you little things like a lipstick, a little mirror.

♥Eventually when you've already worked with her for a long time she gave you your own moray eel, wich you called Cross.

♥in summary 10/10.

🖤🤍 𝒞𝓇𝓊𝑒𝓁𝓁𝒶 🤍🖤

♥You were a normal yet poor teenager who was searching for work.

♥And then, the famous yet cruel fashion designer Cruella offered you to be her "servant".

♥That therm wasn't literal though... You took the job mostly associated to a secretary and she payed you quite well.

♥At first, Cruella was cold and direct and only talked to you to order errands.

♥She was most likely to the female boss who was capable to fire you for bringing her coffee cold.

♥And as I've said before that was at the start.

♥As time passed by she started to be less distant and occasionally would have a conversation with you.

♥In one of those conversations your economic status slipped through your lips.

♥Cruella didn't seem to care much about you being poor.

♥As long as you do your job well and efficiently she will be happy with you.

♥ in summary 7/10.

💀 𝓗𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓼 💀

♥You were only a 13 year old when Hades found your lost soul roaming the "alive's world".

♥Your soul seemed to be attached to something in the human world that make you impossible to totally leave that world.

♥He took you to where he was staying with Pain, Panic and Meg while trying to defeat (mostly kill-) Hércules and you got to stay there.

♥You were a soul yet you could be seen by other people and felt physically thanks to some "dark magic" that Hades did.

♥And since so on you became part of his plan to kill defeat Hércules.

♥Like you can guess, His plan never got to work right, and you had to up to all his fury because of that.

♥His fury lasted for about 3 months or so and after that the thought of having your company didn't sound that bad...

♥So as soon as his fury calmed down a little he became to open up a bit to you and you did the same as well.

♥After one or two weeks of succesful comunication between you two Hades asked you a question.

♥"Why were you roaming the alive's world kiddo?"

♥Your response was somewhat triggering.

♥"I losed the motivation to live so I sleeped in... after that I regreted my choice"

♥Hades usually playful expresion desappeared for a moment after he noded with his head, fully understanding the situation.

♥But after that nod his playful expression and atitude came back and so on you became like the daughter that he never had.

♥He didn't act so much of a responsible parent but surely he was your father figure.

♥In summary 8/10.

🏴‍☠ 𝓒𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓪𝓲𝓷 𝓗𝓸𝓸𝓴 🏴‍☠

♥You... didn't agree on being on that boat.

♥The Captain's tripulation mostly kindaped you.

♥But you weren't going to deny that you liked being there.

♥I mean, they treated you well, gave you the three diary foods and you had your own room!

♥You were poor so this new lifestyle was full of luxuries compared to your life before.

♥You were brought there to be some kind of "servant" or mainly to help the Captain of the boat with his daily "chores"

♥You were there to help him with coordenades, to wash and remend his clothes, to kick Tic Tac out when he attempted to eat the rest of Captain Hook and to keep him company mostly.

♥It surely was a somewhat a sexist job but you were okay with it.

♥I mean, Captain Hook was a gentleman with you, he treated you very well and talked with you openly when you were in his room doing any chore.

♥Surely you found funny the fact that his rival was a red-haired boy that did not traspase the age of 13, but you shut your mouth and didn't tease him about it.

♥Other thing that was funny was that you had to save him once or twice of getting eaten by Tic Tac.

♥The only member of the pirate crew that you got along with was Smee.

♥He was kind and understanding towards you and you found very sweet the way that he treated Captain Hook like a child sometimes.

♥In summary 100/10.

🦁 𝓢𝓬𝓪𝓻🦁

♥You were a lost lion pup wandering through the woods.

♥You were hungry and scared but you didn't plan to go "home".

♥If you can call home the place where you were mostly forgotten by your dad only to be replaced by your little sister.

♥Altough you didn't blamed or hated her for that, cause it wasn't her fault or her ask to become your replacement.

♥So now you planed to stay there in the safety of the woods.

♥Or that was the plan 'til you began to hear a male and deep voice getting closer to you.

♥After a few seconds of frustated rambling from the male voice you finally saw who was talking.

♥It was a male adult lion, his skin was a dark orange and his mane was completely dark, his eyes where a glowing and hipnotic green and he had a scar in his left eye.

♥You were looking at him with curios and wide eyes and at some point of his frustrated rambling his eyes locked on yours.

♥The eye contact continued for 4-5 seconds until he shook his head and he approached to you.

♥"Well, are you lost there pup?"

♥He asked with a raised eyebrow and a smile.

♥You shook your head "no" and then explained to him that you run away from your "home" because your dad seemed to prefer your little sister.

♥Scar looked at you seeing him reflected in your situation.

♥"That situation looks familiar to me, I'm Scar by the way..."

♥He muttered before just offering you to go with him.

♥You accepted because being home with him even after you've just met him sounded better than staying in the woods and starving to die.

♥So he put you on his loin and walked you to the elephant graveyard, his home and that of all hyenas.

♥There he raised you the best he could growing to be a father figure to you.

♥Thing wich he accepted and that made his ego grow.

♥While lving with Scar and the Hyenas in the elephants graveyard you still were poor but, It's better to be poor and to have someone that to be poor alone.

♥In summary 10/10.

💜⚠ 𝓜𝓪𝓵𝓮𝓯𝓲𝓬𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓽 ⚠💜

♥You were just a 5-year-old child when it all happened

♥You were the niece/nephew of Kind Stefan and you got to be at the party in honoour of the new born Aurora.

♥The fairies were about to give Aurora their magic present when a dark and black smoke entered in the room by breaking a window.

♥There, in the smoke, appeared Maleficient.

♥You were to little to know about her and because of that you weren't scared and thought she was just one more of the guest to the party and she just made a big entrance.

♥You were to little to notice all the frightned faces of the guest and of your uncle and aunt.

♥Maleficient approached the cradle in where Aurora was resting and gave the little girl her magic "gift"

♥When she finished with the new born Aurora her eyes locked at yours, filled with inocence.

♥She got up from her crowded possition (because she was looking into the cradle before) and got closer to you.

♥Your uncle tried to reach to you and put you away from the horned woman, but it didn't work, Maleficient was way more faster and she took you in her arms armiring how naive and pure you were.

♥An evil grinn spread across her face and everyone in the room knew that this was giong to be the last time they were going to see you.

♥Maleficient smiled evily and looked at the King and the Queen.

♥"I'm going to take this child with me, because I know you love her Stefan"

♥Was all that the woman said before disappearing envolved in that black smoke with you in her arms.

♥For the next years she raised you as her apprentice, teaching you all about black magic and stucking bad ideas at your mind.

♥The form of raising you was incredibly good, I mean, she gave you food, an own room, toys to play with, clothes and drawing material.

♥Of course she bought you material to practice dark magic with her and with all the ideas she put on your head you now were quite far of your 5-year-old version.

♥Now there wasn't any remains of that naive and/or innocent you, no, now you were evil, manipulative and had only one idea in mind.

♥To be the second evilest person in the planet, 'cause your teacher will always be the evilest person.

♥And yes, she told you that she "kidnaped" you that day in middle of Aurora's party, but you don't really care anymore 'cause you lived in good conditions with her and she treated you with respect, so you were alright with your "kidnaping"

♥In summary, 8/10.

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I'm sorry this took to long '^^ (I was running out of ideas when it came the turn for Maleficient)

I hope you like it! Also I want to tell you that you can request some more stuff if ya want, 'cause I have 0 inspiration right now xD.

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Synopsis: You have a type, one that has been forcefully revealed by your crewmen's incessant nagging. After being ordered to return to your workshop to receive further instruction, you become fully aware of why you have been hidden away from meeting with the captain of the Victoria Punk. He was exactly your type.

Notes: This is my first time writing for Eustass Kid. It was meant to be a one-shot, but it quickly got out of hand very fast. Looks like a two or three parter. afab!reader - but can be read as gn.

Themes: senseless flirting, mature themes, NSFW language, choking, vulgarity, promiscuity, shamelessness, heart-pirate!reader x captain!Eustass Kid, this reader is a perpetual and shameless flirt, heart pirates x reader, partial zoro x reader, platonic law x reader.

Tag List: @sordidmusings @feral-artistry @writingmysanity @gingernut1314 @cinnbar-bun @since-im-already-here

Song Suggestion: It's Cuffing Season - Dj Rehan, JW Velly

Within the rotund chasm of the crew dining quarters rung a loud and rambunctious melody. The sway of your hips and the lyrics falling from your smiling lips alongside Shachi and Penguin had the mood of the hour joyful and merry. The speakers ignited with the crackle of the powerful ballad screaming over the powered mounted system bordering the ceiling. You swayed your body with Ikkaku’s, your lips relaying the lyrics to the rambunctious melody with a suggestive smile, a smile mirrored by her own elevating to her lips.

These were the cool-down hours: where the Heart-Pirate crew were able to complete tasks they had set aside, or wind down after a hard day's work of following Captain Law’s orders aboard the Polar Tang. Despite his tired and lackluster expression constantly painted across his exhausted face, your captain, Trafalgar D Water-Law, encouraged his entire crew to engage in some lesser restraint as they quiet down before the changeover in shift. 

Law was yet to join in on the celebrations, opting to remain behind in his office for reasons you were yet to become privy to. Although he never allowed himself to truly let go and sway his hips, cry tactless lyrics into the air; he truly enjoyed witnessing the crew join together like this. There were only a few songs he would ever mutter the lyrics along to, most of which were harder in musicality, angst-driven in their choruses, and distorted in tonality. Yet, he would always have a soft smile elevated on his lips when the few of you would gyrate, sway, sing and scream alongside the music over the speakers. 

As Shachi drew a stainless steel whisk up to his lips and began to shout the lyrics into the crossed tip, the music cut out from its place within the electrical power system. In its stead, Captain Trafalgar Law’s voice dictated a few short and curt orders. 

“All hands above deck. Repeat, all hands to the deck. Prepare the Polar Tang to be boarded for a Nakama encounter,��� you snapped to the direction of the speaker, Ikkaku’s dancing movements halting beside yours as you listened for further instruction over the system. As no further orders fell from the mechanical mesh, you readjusted your fallen zipper of your white, boiler jumpsuit and spring into action.

“Ohh, a crew boarding? I hope it’s the Straw-Hats! I want to see that little reindeer again,” Bepo noted politely, the thump of his heavy feet stomping along the iron floor beside your smaller steps almost comical. 

“Oh, the crew with the green-haired swordsman coming aboard again?” You asked him, brow quirking and smirk rising at the corner of your lips. Ikkaku laughed at your comment, clapping you on the shoulder and walking with Shachi and Penguin in tow behind you. 

“The one that was almost your type?” Ikkaku’s smile quirked up at Shachi’s question, his arm hooking over your neck as he spoke down into your ear. 

“But not quite, remember?” You giggled at him, playfully extending the sharp secondary knuckle of your index finger into his ribcage, his breath huffing out a hasty exhale at the jolt. Ikkaku and Penguin laughed at Shachi’s wince of pain, his laughter also rising with his crewmates’ and your own. 

Amongst the Heart-Pirates, the crew were not unaccustomed to your unrestrained flirting with them. From your close proximity, to the brush of your fingertips, to a warm embrace offered from your arms, to you lounging against them in the quiet hours. But most of all, your vulgar and unwithheld language going far enough to make the most hardened members of the Heart-Pirates’ cheeks tint crimson. 

It was a game to you, keeping things lively and interesting aboard your ship as you served alongside them as Law’s chief tinkerer. Nothing ever came of the suggestive conversations and provocative language you offered aside from a friendly kiss, alongside the words, “Sorry, love. You’re not my type.” 

As your feet met with the grated bars of the steel steps leading to the deck, Law’s voice cut over the speakers once more to address the crew.

“All hands to the deck, aside from my tinkerer. Go to your workshop and await further instruction,” the distorted crack of his voice did very little to mask the disdain in his voice. There was something bothering your captain - such a bother depicted in his bored and aloof tone. The harbor which anchored such a dirge-like expression which you had very little explanation for. That was, until, the snickering beside you hissed through the smiling teeth of the three human crew members beside you. 

“What’s so funny?” you spat, shimmying from the crook of Shachi’s arm and facing the four of them with your hands on your hips. 

“Oh, nothing,” Ikkaku giggled before sucking her lips into her mouth to stifle more of her laughter from freely falling from between them. You glanced between the other three, all raising their hands in defense to your pointed gaze. 

“Alright, keep your damn secrets to yourselves,” you scoffed, turning your nose up in the air at them before snuggling into Bepo, who eagerly returned your brief embrace, “I’ll see you after the Nakama meet up, I suppose.” They bid their farewells to you, snickering and giggling as they exited the iron hatch of the Polar Tang to rise above decks. 

After sculking the halls down the long and lonely corridors to your office, you were shocked at the sight greeting you upon opening the large door. Although he depicted further instruction was awaiting you, you were anticipating private instruction to be carried through your personal Den-Den-Mushi rather than meeting with your Captain himself. 

Captain Law was sitting at your desk, his ankles hooked on top of your workbench with his hands laced behind his head, cradling his neck. He lazily glanced through the corner of his eyes at you before slowly unlacing his ankles and rising to his feet. His fingertips clasped his impressive sword, the smoothness of his scabbard reflected in the dim light of your office. 

“To what do I owe the pleasure of your company, Cap? Shouldn’t you be-?” you began, your words halted immediately by Law’s response.

“-Cut the shit, Tink,” your titled nickname falling in lieu of your real name or formal title from Law’s lips. You relaxed your shoulder against the doorframe, folding your arms across your chest while pursing your lips. You tapped your index finger on your bicep while you awaited further direction from the man in front of you. 

With an exasperated sigh, he elevated his slender, tattooed, fingers to his brow and pinched the center between his index and thumb. He huffed a final growl before he bore his honeyed eyes into your awaiting features. 

“It seems I will be unable to keep you distracted for the entire time they’ll be here this time,” he muttered to himself in a voice almost impossible for you to catch. You furrowed your brows, opening your mouth to question him further. He halted your words by removing his fingers from his brow to face his palm out to you.

“I am going to say this one time, and one time only,” he continued to hold his intense and stern gaze into your eyes, “Don’t.” 

“‘Don’t’ what, Law? What are you talking about-?” you began, halted again by Law’s dictation once again.

“-Just...” Law turned his face slightly away from you, “...-Just don’t, okay? I know you, I know what you’re like, and I’m just letting you know now, and know once. Don’t.”

You were unable to form an adequate response before he stormed out of your workshop and wordlessly gestured for you to follow behind him above deck with his index finger, a hooked motion calling to you. Your captain’s words swirled in your head, your eyes locking on to his neck and tracing his skin with your inquisitive gaze. 

-

Your relationship with your captain was as close a friendship as you could ever muster with such a person. He sought out your skills as a tinkerer, your reputation preceding you when you demonstrated your skilled hands to him. You both bonded over unique collections, his coins and comics, your rocks and pinned insect and arachnid display. Both having a unique place to relay information about your special and unique interests with one another was sacred, and so incredibly special to the both of you.

Where Law and you differed was in how you chose to display your humors: Law holding his hand close to his chest before he truly displays how unhinged his humor was with dark commentary, whereas you were a perpetual flirt with provocative language and sultry advances. You both held each other in a professional standing, before your words took a turn for requited flirtation. Law would reciprocate your vulgarity, and you would mirror back that darkness he expressed, if ever your conversations became flirtatious and humorous with him. 

And that is where, like the others, you ended the flirtatious rapport with a simple utterance of: “Forgive me, Cap. You’re not my type,” which threw the captain and crew into an uproar of outrageous laughter. Speculating on what exactly your type was, you finally gave into their incessant interrogation after being offered your fifth drink for the evening from the hands of Shachi. 

“Fine,” you spat, your arm swaying as you handled your filled pint, “I like them big. And I truly mean big. Like, throw me over the shoulder big. Like, ‘will it fit’ big. Especially if they’ve got that feral twinkle in their eyes that looks at you like they’d want to kill you,” you confessed, your voice swooning at the thought. After taking a heaping gulp from your drink, you added, “You’re all very beautiful, handsome, and spectacular. But, I just need someone who looks like they could lovingly and desperately break me in half. Bonus points if they’re good with machines, so we can bond.”

After coming down from your whimsical confession, you glanced at the crew. Bepo’s ears were covered by both Shachi and Penguin’s hands - all three of their jaws comically slackened. Law’s teeth were clenched in an awkward, cringe-like, straightened smile with lazy, half-hooded eyes. Ikkaku’s cheeks were tinted red with the elevated hue of rushed blood, her lips broken into a wide grin with her eyes twinkling at the confession. 

All of these things were true. You were a person of refined taste, a taste which seemed scarce to come by with the crew you had found yourself working beside. There was Jean Bart, but he was not overly interested in tending to a relationship with you. There was Uni, but your interests fell short when he only depicted gentleness and kindness towards you in lieu of your craving for something more brutal. 

Both men remained high spirited and friendly with you despite your attempt at a fling with them falling through. You needed something more. Something more unhinged. Something a little unpredictable, feral and dangerous. 

-

As Law led you above deck, the voice of Jean Bart called for all crew to fall in line to welcome the Nakama crew above deck. Without looking up, you hastily drew yourself between Penguin and Ikkaku, Shachi on the other side of Penguin and Bepo beside Ikkaku as you all stood alert with your arms by your sides.

“At ease, Heart-Pirates,” Law commanded, shooting you one more pointed and narrow-eyed look before turning back to speak with the foreign captains and their crews. It seemed two crews had joined the deck of the Polar Tang: The Straw-Hat Pirates alongside another crew you did not recognise. You quickly examined the First-Mate of the Straw-Hat crew, who met your eyes with a small smirk before returning back to fix his gaze on his captain alongside his crew. 

Zoro was almost your type. A night you shared with one another, being evidence enough to your crew, that you had nearly found someone you deemed feral and hulking enough to share in your company. When your lips met his: his actions were closer to timid and gentle as they joined with yours. The fires of passion were there, the small amount of danger also present, but he was still not your type. He was handsome, sure enough. He was aggressive, absolutely. He reciprocated your flirtations with a small elevation of flush tinting his cheeks a warm hue of pink, which you found endearing. 

The night concluded with a few deepened kisses, roaming touches from your hands holding each other firmly beneath the stars aboard the Sunny. However, nothing further ever came between the two of you. After that night, the you both remained quite good friends and shared in each other's company, with unhinged and illicit conversation, each time Law met with his captain. He kept pace with you when you drank, spurting dark vulgarity subtly into your ear at the dining table when your crews met; but it was all in good humor and never truly to initiate anything rising further between you. 

A small pull at the corner of your sleeve from Ikkaku broke you away from your reminiscing, your face turning to look at her with your brows knitting in confusion. Her lips were sucked into her mouth, her eyes wide in excitement as she bore her gaze directly ahead. 

“What’s wrong with you?” your hushed whisper growled at her. She removed her grip on your sleeve and raised her hand to your chin, turning your head without pulling her eyes away from their fixed point in front of her. 

“This is who the Captain was keeping from you. Ever wonder why he’d been working you so hard when we meet up with certain crews? He’s why,” she muttered, her lips still sucked within her lips to stifle her rising joy. You allowed her to turn your jaw ahead, your eyes meeting with a hulking figure of a man with fiery red hair. 

Your jaw fell slack before your lips pulled up into a broad smile as your eyes fixed themselves on him. He was intimidating, he was hulking, and he was big. Your eyes shamelessly raked themselves over his body, halting on his calves, his thighs, his ass, his arm, his metal arm, his broad chest, his grimace, his makeup, his blaster goggles hoisting his untamed locks away from his face-. 

-You hastily drew your eyes back to his left arm, metal in make and incredibly large. It looked heavy, intricate, and mechanical. Your interest deepened at each sway of his arms, flex of his muscles and wind of cogs and bolts within his intricate piece attached to his severed limb. Starstruck, captivated, and interest immediately peaked; you continued to rake your eyes over this foreign man aboard the Polar Tang. 

“O-Oh? Oh m-my-...” you couldn’t find the words to form a cohesive string of sentences, your eyes fixed on his arm as you studied it. His mechanical fingertips were clenching, his grimace splitting his scarred face, and his hair bobbing beneath blaster goggles each time he opened his mouth to speak. 

“I know, right? Law has been trying so desperately to keep you from meeting him,” Ikkaku added, prompting you to hum deeply in interest with your tongue darting out to dampen your bottom lip. 

“That’s your type, then?” Penguin and Shachi uttered in unison, their downturned smiles through gritted teeth cringing through the question. 

“That’s-,” you took a moment to collect your thoughts, swallowing a lump of dry saliva within your mouth, ”-Exactly, my type,” you gasped, nodding as you spoke aloud. 

“And this is why each time we see the Victoria Punk, we have to keep you below deck and distracted,” Ikkaku managed to stutter out through her giggles. You quickly snapped your eyes back to her, your gaze narrowed and accusatory.

“We’ve had him,” you snapped your eyes away from the hulking gentleman to stare at Ikkaku, “On the Polar Tang more than once?” You snapped your eyes from Ikkaku to turn to Penguin on your other side, “And you managed to keep me distracted?” you uttered through gritted teeth. Ikkaku shrugged her shoulders, puffing out her cheeks to halt an uproar of laughter from falling from her lips. 

“Captain’s orders,” Shachi confirmed with a curt nod, stooping out from falling in line to meet his spectacle-covered eyes with yours, “He knows what you’re like, and how you’d react.” He stepped back in line and grunted out a soft cough to clear his throat. 

You turned your eyes back to the redhead, quickly looking over his hulking crew before hardening your resolve and humming deeply. 

“I am-...” you began, raking your eyes back over his body again, “...-I am going to climb him like a tree.” 

Snickers began to fall through the nose of Ikkaku, a small giggle elevating in Penguin’s chest, a huff of air snorting through Shachi’s nose.

“I gotta know what that hand does,” you confessed, your eyes full of wonderment and your tone full of longing desire, “What it feels like. Is it smooth? Does it have different settings? Is it cold? Can he control the pressure? I have to know, for science. I want him-...” you trailed off before dreamily adding: “...-To choke me.” 

More laughter and teeters from your friends around you threatened to break through the seal of their clenched lips, Penguin raising his palm to halt his laughter. 

“Look at his eyes. He’s got so much pent up hate in that twinkle,” you continued, a whimsical sigh exiting your lips, “I hope he’s the type that scowls into your face while he fucks you hard. Or maybe he’s the type to bend you over a desk while he frantically rams himself into you.” 

Ikkaku’s higher pitched whimpered laughter almost broke through her lips, elevating both her hands to clench over the bottom half of her face to stifle her laughter. Penguin was not faring much better, his teeters boiling close to breaking point. Shachi pulled his hat over his eyes in an effort to hide his blush.

“I wonder if all of him is as big, hard and angry as the rest of him,” you hummed, deep in thought. A choked snort threatened to break through Shachi’s nose, Ikkaku held her breath while Penguin cringed behind his palm. 

Zoro immediately drew his eye away from his captain and examined the five of you all huddled together in a line. He focussed on your lips moving, reading the unhinged commentary you were entertaining your crewmen with: noticing your gaze was fixed on Eustass Kid. His smirk immediately broke up his lips, his eyes closing as he huffed out a subtle laugh he disguised with a cough. 

“And the scars. Are they sensitive? I wonder if he’d writhe when I lick them,” you spoke with wonderment, “How far do they go down? Is it just his face, neck, arm, and chest - or do they go all the way down his body? I would happily lick, kiss and suck my way down while mapping his flesh beneath my lips. Oooh, I wonder if he’s ticklish.” 

Zoro’s gaze was now fully fixed on your lips, relaying every word of your hushed conversation lowly to Nami standing beside him. She began holding in her own laughter, choking back stifled whimpers while hearing the repetition of your vulgarity from the first-mate beside her. Nami was also a crewmate you enjoyed spending time with when the Nakama meetings drew the Straw-Hats and Heart-Pirate crews together, appreciating how effortlessly you relayed your desires and flirtations to your crewmen. 

“And his face paint. Does it smear when it's coated in sweat and saliva? His face looks like a comfortable place to sit,” you raked your eyes over his face, focussing on his grimacing lips, “He looks like he’d be an aggressive kisser. I wonder if he bites when he eats pu-.”

That was the comment that broke the seal, the three companions by your side finally breaking into an uproar of laughter. The three crews and their captains snapped their attention over to you. You held a look of absolute innocence, your eyes finally meeting with the intimidating presence of the feral, redheaded captain. 

His intense rage directed at you had you swooning, your knees buckling and your breath sighing at him. Heat flushed your cheeks the longer your eyes were locked with his. The flutter of your heartbeat and deep sigh departing from your lips perplexed him, depicted by the rage-riddled confusion knitting his brows together deeper.

Without warning with a few quick strides, your captain strutted over to your position among your crewmates.

“Tinkerer,” he spat, your body doing little to hide your longing as you desperately attempted to look behind Trafalgar Law to return your gaze to the Nakama behind you, “I said don’t.” 

“Sorry, sir,” you apologized sincerely, snapping your eyes up to his intense gaze,and assuming a more formal position. Your hands were clasped behind your back, your chin elevated in the air and your expression hardened and practiced.

“I just-...” he growled, his eyes clamping shut tightly before reopening, “...It was a suggestion, Tink. Not an order.” He straightened his posture, swirling his neck to relieve it of tension, “At ease, but keep it quiet. Alright?”

“In that case, Cap,” you smiled, relaxing in your stature and beaming a brilliant smile up at him with a shrug, “I am going to test out how loud I can make him roar my name while he fills me full of his hot, sticky cu-.”

“-TINK!” Law scolded you with an exasperated growl, the remainder of the Heart-Pirates bursting into a large, unbridled gaggle of laughter. 

Far enough away to not hear the conversation Law was holding with you, Zoro’s smirk cut his face wider at Law’s roar. A low, rumbled chuckle shook Zoro’s shoulders, alerting Luffy and Eustass Kid of his amusement. 

“The fuck is wrong with you?” Kid’s voice cracked through the air, causing Zoro’s chuckle to halt but his amusement remained. 

“Go ask Cap’n Law’s crew,” Zoro suggested nonchalantly with a shrug. Luffy quirked his head to the side, his wide eyes holding mild curiosity. Nami clapped her hands over her lips and shook her head, while Robin’s knowing smile drew itself up to decorate her face with her humor. 

“Why would I do that?” Kid growled, turning his intense auburn eyes back to the scene befaling Law and his crew. Law turned back to the two captains, a rise of a pink hue dusting his cheeks as he fixed his hat atop his head. 

Behind the tattooed captain, you stood with your brow raised and following your captain’s retreat. He examined you briefly, noting you were holding a hushed conversation with your crewmates behind your captain’s back that had a blush rise to their cheeks, lips curling up into broad smiles, and shoulders quaking in laughter. You were confident, that much was sure. 

As Kid met his eyes with yours, he saw your cocky smirk and half-lidded eyes glancing at him with a beckoning taunt. He watched as you shamelessly raked your eyes over his body, pausing on a few key areas and your lips moving with a smile as you spoke. 

Kid immediately rose to your challenge, striding immediately over with haste and brushing his shoulder heavily past Law’s - who was too late to halt the meeting of an impossible force colliding with an immovable object. Law held out his arm in warning, an action falling short as the hulking figure covered your body in the shroud of his shadow. His presence sucked the very breath from your body, his intense, piercing gaze burned you as you gazed into them. Lips curling back into a snarl, he scrunched his nose alongside his brows. 

“The fuck are you all laughing at?” He roared, his hard gaze stealing the air from within your lungs. He was even more spectacular at his closer proximity, holding you briefly starstruck under his dangerous aura. 

“Aww, nothing to say? Something clamping down on your tongue to keep it from moving?” he grimaced his lips up into a cruel snarl. At his taunt, your brief awestruck expression was replaced with a channel for your vulgarity.

“Why, are you offering?” You bite back, your eyes dark with their challenge, “I bet you have an array of things you could use to keep my tongue occupied.” His eyes widened, his grimace falling a little at your words.

“Come again?” He asked, hunching over to draw his face close to yours. He bore his teeth at you, his shock written all over his face. 

“I hope so, Sir,” you smile dreamily up at him, “As many times as you can handle it.” 

Your crewmen beside you sucked in whimpered breaths, hoping and praying the larger man at least found humor in your comments if not anything else. You continued to hold your half-lidded eyes, glazed over with unwithheld lust and need meeting with his wide eyes, pupils shrunk small and expression angry.

“What the fuck did you just say?” he spat, his brows creasing in the middle of his forehead as his scowl returned, “I should gag, choke and flog you for that.”

“And I would say ‘thank you’, Sir,” you hummed in affirmation, stepping your body closer to his towering form. Reactionary, he stepped further towards you, completely ignoring your crewmates beside you witnessing your interaction. You could feel the waves of tension elevating and igniting fury beneath his hulking form. 

“If this is your way of pissing me off,” he snarled, the rumble of his voice echoing within his chest shot a delightful shiver to your spine, “Believe me, it’s fuckin’ working, Sunshine.” 

Your heart swelled at his bestowment of such a sweet title onto you, your comrades in arms staring at you in horror as you swooned. Shachi and Penguin were rapidly shaking their heads from side to side in an attempt to warn you to cease your shameless advance of the foreign captain. Ikkaku stifled a smaller gasped whimper, while Bepo covered his ears. 

“So violent,” your voice shuddered in delight with an airy breathiness, “Don’t threaten me with a good time unless you intend on seeing it through, Sir.” 

Eustass Kid was stunned.

He had not received such provocative and forthcoming flirtation in this way before, and he truly had no idea if your crude words were just a depiction of your humor to entertain yourself, or if you truly meant what you were saying. If your expressions were just an act to draw a laugh from your crewmen, he no longer wanted to take part in engaging with you in this way. However, if you were truly interested in him - your shameless and tasteless salaciousness was indeed igniting something within the tinkerer-captain.

“You don’t even know who I am, Sunshine,” he informed you, drawing up his mechanical left hand and threatening to cage your neck within its cool, steely grip.

“Then educate me on the name I’ll be blissfully crying praises for, Sir,” you groaned, leaning your neck against the index finger of the mechanical contraption. 

“You got a lot of nerve to be talking shit about me in front everyone,” he pressed the heel of his metallic palm further into your flesh and curled the digits around your throat, “I’m not a fan of being the butt of some fucked up joke.”

“They’re not laughing at you, Sir. It’s ridicule at my expense,” you confessed, groaning at the feeling of cool metal pressing dangerously hard against your jugular, “They’re laughing at how much I want you, which I do. I really do, if you’re up to the task.” 

Kid’s breath was now taking its turn in being stolen from his lungs, your confession weighing as heavy on his heart as his mechanical arm was on his shoulder. He took a moment to process the words falling freely from your lips before he calculated an appropriate response. 

“The fuck did you just say-...?” Kid asked you quietly, his arm faltering its grip around your neck while his balled fist clenched tighter to stifle his rising anger. 

“You heard me,” you taunted him further, not tearing your eyes from his for even a moment. Your smile never faltered, your eyes displaying their unbridled lust and craving for him within your blackened pupils, “You don’t seem like the kind of guy that needs to be told twice.” 

“And what kind of guy do I look like to you?” he spat at you, wringing your neck between his steel fingers.

“A big one,” you gasped a whimpering moan, taking your bottom lip between your teeth as you felt every movement offered by the mechanical contraption. You would adore taking the time to study such a beautiful object in your workshop, but for now; your curiosity was satisfied by the feeling of the hulking larger man caging you beneath its cool grasp.

“You want me to show you how big I really am, Sunshine?” his face split into a broad grin, his brow creasing in the center to deepen his sinister expression, “At least you already know how to call me ‘Sir’.” 

Before you could utter another word, Law pulled the captain’s attention away from you with a grasp of his hand on his right forearm. Before he could squeeze his metal fingers around your neck further, he drew them away from your flesh as Captain Law interrupted your building tension.

“Captain Kid,” his stern voice cut through the air, the redhead’s eyes snapped over to meet with the yellow irises of your captain, “I apologize for my tinkerer’s obscenity. They know better,” he shot you a pointed look, one you returned with a stubborn huff of breath. “Tink, I warned you. You’re dismissed. Workshop, now.” 

“Aye-aye, Captain,” you spat, your heels clicking together as you saluted him with your index and middle finger. You marched yourself below decks, mentally scolding yourself on your shamelessness in front of someone who was finally your type. 

As the door closed behind you, Law released a breath he didn’t know he was withholding. As he opened his mouth to speak, Kid spoke over him.

“Did you say tinkerer, Traffy?” his eyes were still fixed on the door you just exited through, his voice almost soft in curiosity.

“That I did,” Law confessed with a huffed breath, “Let’s get back to our meeting so we can get this bullshit over with, yeah?” 

“Yeah…” Kid exhaled, turning back to meet his gaze with Luffy and his own crew. He spared one more glance over his shoulder towards the lower deck door of the Polar Tang. Curiosity had you plaguing his thoughts, swirling within every crevice of his mind as he attempted to engage in the fruitless Nakama meeting with the Heart, Kid and Straw-Hat pirate captains. 

Pausing just before joining up with Luffy, Kid turned once more to Law and grunted out a small cough. Law lazily turned his face over to him, angling his chin upwards to stare at the larger man. Kid’s cheeks dusted with a small tint of pink, elevating his right hand and pressing it against his lips while grunting through his next choice words. 

“They single?”

Law groaned, throwing his head back as he and Kid rejoined themselves next to Luffy to discuss the next aspect of their meeting: no words finding anchor within the Straw-Hat captain’s mind, as he was too busy contemplating when the next meal was to be presented. Will Sanji cook it? Will Kid’s crew, or Law’s provide it? Will it include meat? He hoped it would.

Part 2

#one piece #x reader #eustass kid #eustass kid x reader #kid pirates #heart pirates #trafalgar law #roronoa zoro #monkey d luffy #shachi and penguin #op eustass kid #supernova trio #my writing #eustass kid is a secret softie #eustass kid is also a flirt

[xtrafluffyteddy]

Secret weapon

Platonic!141 x avatar kaiju!reader

Okay okay so I got inspired by watching Godzilla and avatar so imagine the reader is an avatar driver but their avatar is a kaiju that 141 only uses when their big threats like monsters

Callsign: Spiritfarer

The last thing the 141 expected was another word ending threat to resurface especially not in the form of giant mutant bug like creatures. It had been years decades even since something of that magnitude had made itself known again, but the radiation spikes don’t lie neither does the seismic activities that are spiking on every military radar

“Boys you know what we have to do” price said urgently during their briefing as he pushed classified files towards each of his men “wake them up? Are you sure that’s safe captain” gaz asked concern in evident in his voice as he read over the files “we’ve kept them asleep for so long what if they don’t wanna work on our side” Ghost warns as he tries to find the logic in waking you up again after you just barely won the battle last time “are yae sure tae can handle it captain” soap wonders as he stares at a Polaroid of your face taken moments after you defeated Cerberus

At the end of the day it didn’t matter what they thought, they had to wake you up so you could save the world again being the only successful kaiju avatar driver you were their only shot. “Wake em’” Price commands gruffly as they all stand around your metal box only the rhythmic beeping of your heart monitor filling the room.

With a gasp you wake up staring around in shock wondering why you’ve been awoken from your cryosleep “wha- what happened?” You question raspily throat dry and itchy from lack of use “we need ya Spiritfarer” soap sighs not knowing how you’ll react to the current situation “for what? What’s happening” you press as you stand up stretching out your aching muscles “Two unknown bug like kaiju have been spotted in Asia, type unknown but they are capable of knocking out the power they’ve already made land fall we’ve tried every other measure but your our only hope left” Ghost sighs as he hands you your uniform.

As they get the pod ready the boys catch you up on what you’ve missed, who’s with them and who’s not and recent missions they’ve been on “it’s time” Price grunts as he and ghost help you stand up escorting you to your pod soap and gaz following close behind “remember spiritfarer minimal damage minimal casualties fight as hard as you can and we will try our best to help you” all you can do is nod as you focus on the task at hand “copy captain”

With a hug from soap and a pat on the back from Ghost and Price they hook you into your machine making sure everything is online and ready to go “patch me in boys” with that your eyes slip closed as you slip under your conscious slipping into your kaiju.

Price and ghost watched the cams as your kaiju emerged from the mountains forgetting just how big you actually were “fucking Christ” soap murmurs as he watches “they are huge” gaz mumbles staring in awe at your giant form that almost seemed to pulse with an electrical energy “go get ‘em spirit” price commands as your kaiju takes off running towards the threats

They were worthy advisories as you continued tirelessly to fight against them taking hit after hit and ignoring the pain of their sharp beaks tearing at your skin. “COME ON SPIRIT” Price yells as he watches you fight valiantly against the creatures “KICK SOME ASS” soap shouts as you swing hard sending the other kaiju flying into the side of a building with a roar you grasp the monsters jaws ripping them open and tearing it in half only leaving one enemy left “keep fighting Spiritfarer” ghost grunts as he watches your body twitch in its machine.

People watched on in horror as the two titans clashed and ripped at each other destroying buildings and homes “come on come on come on��� gaz whispers as he watches you get knocked down your body running out of energy to keep fighting “we gotta help em” soap gasps as he rushes to get into a helo “I’m gonna drop some bombs distract the thing give spirit enough time to recoop and finish this once and for all

With the help of soaps bombs and gunshots the bug creature turned towards him ready to take him down until it was caught off guard by you latching onto its neck sinking your sharp teeth in as deep as they could go ripping it out as your claws sunk into its soft underbelly. “LETS FOCKIN GO” Soap cheers as he flies back to base leaving you to finish it off. With a deep breath you start lighting up purple prying open the monsters mouth spitting pure energy into its throat causing it disintegrate in your claws. You had won the threats were eliminated and you could finally rest again.

Once your kaiju was safely back in its containment you were woken up by price and soap lifting you from your pod hugging you tightly and congratulating you on your victory. “You did well kid” Ghost smirks under his mask patting your back. “I’m ready to go back to sleep now boys” you mumble tiredly as they helped lay you back in your cryochamber “wake me up when y’all wanna have a drink or somethin yeah?” With that the boys put you back to sleep proud of you for saving the world once again and deciding they’d wake up again but next time just to hang out and show you the world again.

#ghost #ghost x reader #cod mwii #ghost mw2 #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #soap x reader #cod modern warfare #john mactavish #captain price #john price #price x reader #kyle gaz garrick #gaz x reader

[eekshade]

Death II

Bucky Barnes x m!reader / Steve Rogers and m!reader (platonic)

Word Count: 3419

Warnings/Info: bucky briefly mentioned but isn’t in this, Steve and y/n best buds, not proof read, kind of boring because it's just a play by play of the end of the first avenger, y/n is content with his own death, guns/shooting, Peggy <3, discontinued

Part One

Y/n’s transfer was approved merely a day after he sent it in, just one of the perks of being friends with Captain America. When y/n and Steve saw each other for the first time there was an unnamed tension between the two, they of course both loved the other but never really hung out without Bucky. Steve introduced y/n the rest of the team, he truly didn’t want to deal with pleasantries at the moment and they seemed to get the hint. The team briefly knew y/n and Bucky’s relationship, (leaving a few key details out) so they chalked his standoffish behavior as grief, which it was for the most part.

The final Hydra base came quickly, the plan was making y/n nervous as he and the Howling Commandos, excluding Steve, sat on top of a ledge looking down into the Hydra Headquarters’ main window. He anxiously chewed his lip and he awaited his cue, Dugan looked at y/n and put a warm hand on his shoulder, “He’ll be fine, he knows what he’s doing.” He attempted to reassure. “I know he does.” Y/n bites back, Dugan’s eyes go wide with a shocked smile, “Sorry, I’m just - I’ll be better on the ground.” Dugan’s smile warms and he laughs, letting go of his shoulder, walking closer to the edge.

“Ready boys?” Dugan calls out.

In unison they all get up and get into stance to shoot out the zip line hooks. “On three! One, two, three!” The hooks all fire out, with a metallic zing. They all quickly tie off their lines to the poles dug deeply into the ground, despite seeing them go into mountain y/n can’t help but feel nervous as he puts his handle across the line, taking a deep breath and running off the edge, the friction producing a sound that reminded y/n of watching Bucky work on the docks - pulling ropes off the side of the small ships.

“Fucking Christ!” Y/n hears someone yelp out.

He looks to the side, trying his best to hide his face into the crook of his own neck. The glass shatters against his body; small shards sticking into his soft flesh, his hands letting go of the zip line on impact, his body rolls across the cold, hard floor. The sound of gunshots rattle his body before his eyes can process the area around him, he looks up and slides his body to a near crate on the floor, he pulls his gun close to his chest and looks around the corner - firing at a Hydra soldier. Y/n stays crouched as he runs to a pillar, he makes eye contact with Steve from across the room, Steve nods his head toward the hallway before running into it, y/n following close behind.

“You okay?” Y/n questions the second he gets close to Steve.

“Yeah, hit me a few times but you’ve probably hit me harder.” Steve smiles at him.

Y/n laughs at Steve as they continue to run after Schmidt.

Schmidt was shooting behind him as he ran, Steve pulling up his shield to cover his face, y/n moved his stride to hide behind Steve. Schmidt smashes a button as he runs by, the door mechanism blinks to life as two metal walls move together from both sides at a steady pace, Steve quickly throws the shield between them, metallic creaking filling the hallway as the door continues to try and close. The two men attempt to run to the door but are cut off by a man with a double barrel flamethrower, they frantically step back hiding in another doorway at the other end of the hall. Fear washes over y/n as he tries to shoot the soldier - the flames disrupting his view.

Gunshots ring out, the echoes making hard to know where they came from, until the Hydra soldier drops. Steve and y/n move forward to the body planted in front of a crossroads in the hall, as they reach it Peggy and Colonel Phillips almost run into them.

“You’re late.” Steve says looking like a lovesick puppy, you wave softly at her.

Y/n was about to tell Steve to keep it moving but Peggy beat him to it, “Weren’t you about to-?”

“Right.” Steve turns and keeps running, y/n quickly following suit.

Y/n ducks under the shield first before Steve pulls it out of the door, causing it to snap shut. Y/n glances around, taking in the large room, the shooting and screams has now become as normal as the sound of his own breathing. Both men look for Schmidt’s running form, while neither find him; they both see the only moving aircraft slowly starting to descend farther down the runway.

The men both wordlessly take off running in the direction of the aircraft, shooting and shoving through the people in your way, at some point Steve grabbed y/n’s arm pulling him along. The two keep running, adrenaline pumping through y/n’s veins, the only thing he can hear is his own heartbeat pounding in his ears rhythmically. In the distance Steve sees a chain dangling from the ceiling a few feet from a crate, he slows a bit pulling y/n in front of him as softly as possible, picking him up and placing him on his side like a young child. He runs at his full speed at the crate using it to propel himself (and y/n) toward the chain, y/n leaps out of his arms - landing on the chain just above Steve. It aggressively swings back and forth, y/n jumps first, landing a few dozen feet ahead, Steve following behind.

The aircraft is so close but accelerating far too quickly for y/n, and too quickly for Steve. They slow to a stop as it speeds away, before all hope can be lost a car halts next to them, “Get in!” The Colonel yells over all the noise, neither of you need to be told twice as you hop in. Colonel Phillips floors it; once you start to get close to the aircraft the propellers hit the back of the car, the screeching of metal sounds imitates a monster lurking in the shadows of cold caverns in the deep ocean. You shakily climb onto the hood of the car, Steve doing the same much more confidently.

“Keep it steady!” Steve calls out.

“Yeah, that, please.” Y/n nervously laughs.

“Wait.” Peggy firmly states, Steve turns around to look at her, concern apparent in his eyes which quickly melts away when she kisses him.

“Hey…I don’t mean to rush this but-“ Y/n interjects.

“Yeah, right. Go get him.” She smiles at Steve, then at y/n (which shocks him slightly).

Steve looks at the Colonel in one final glance, “I’m not kissin ya.”

Y/n and Steve line themselves up on the end of the hood, knees bent tightly, the car now as close as it can get to the wheels, swerving harshly to throw the men forward. Y/n’s knuckles turn white as the wheel starts to move up into the ship. Steve watches y/n closely, fear racking him slightly as the height increases.

The wheels lock in place with a final clicking noise, the men climb off of them and through the bars onto the catwalk. Their eyes are met with bombs lined up on exit hatches, as well as a few small one man planes, they walk up to one of the bombs with neat painted letters in print, New York. “Well it's awfully nice of them to let us know the plan.” Y/n jokes to try and lighten the mood but it falls on deaf ears.

Steve is only pulled out of his trance when a fair sized group of Hydra soldiers stormed through the doors onto the catwalk. Y/n and Steve both immediately jump into action, both noticing that they’re trying to get into the planes. Y/n pulls a soldier out of the pilot seat harshly, throwing him onto the floor and shooting him in one fluid motion. Y/n finishes off the few Hydra soldiers on his side, he turns around and sees Steve no longer there, fear courses through his veins as he runs to an open exit hatch. Looking down he sees Steve standing on top of the small plane pulling open the door and dragging the pilot out into the open air. He gets in and starts to fly around the ship; y/n losing sight of Steve.

Seeing as Steve’s shield is on the ground, y/n assumed he should wait for Steve to return. While waiting y/n takes a dead Hydra soldier’s gun and shoots the wall seeing the blue light explode onto it. He hears a crash behind him and Steve climbs in from the plane and aggressively grabs the shield off the floor, “Getting trigger happy?” He laughs, “Fuck Hydra in all, but they got sick guns.” Y/n says waving it around, “Alright calm down, and don’t shoot me.”

Y/n leans around Steve to look at his parking job, “Jesus man - you ever fly before?”

“As the pilot? God no.” Steve laughs moving to quickly walk further into the aircraft.

The two eventually find the control center, Schmidt nowhere to be seen. Y/n glances around before feeling a hard grip on his bicep yanking him behind Steve, the shield blocking the familiar blue gunshots.

“You don’t give up do you?” Schmidt yells out at Steve, his accent getting heavier throughout the sentence.

“Nope.” Steve states matter of factly, before throwing his shield at the red man, Steve aggressively rushes him.

Seeing as Steve has Schmidt under control y/n goes to the controls, frantically looking for a way to turn the ship around. He quickly finds a, what he thinks was a button, broken off labeled autopilot. The familiar hopeless feeling drapes itself over y/n, clouding all of his senses like a heavy wool blanket. Y/n gets knocked out of his thoughts when Schmidt smashes into the controls, forcing the steering controls down, throwing the three of you up into the ceiling.

“You could have the power of the gods! Yet you wear a flag on your chest and think you fight a battle of nations!” Schmidt yells out at Steve, “I have seen the future, Captain! There are no flags!” His voice gets louder and more intense the more he yells.

“Not my future.” Steve throws the shield at the mysterious machine in the middle of the room.

It sparked and the blue light aggressively flickered, making a whirring sound. A bright blue cube fell out of its container, it burned so bright it felt as though it could burn one's eye, it felt like it could blind the vision of the eye in just one glance. Despite this y/n couldn’t look away.

“What have you done?” Schmidt exclaims, venom dripping from his voice.

Schmidt picks up the cube off the floor with haste, the sky starts to open up, all three men look up at it, a bright, star filled, galaxy looks back at them - it seemed to wink back at them as it started to rapidly consume Schmidt. His screams filled the air, y/n wanted so bad to look away but he just couldn’t.

The second Schmidt was fully gone the sky closed back up, it all happened so fast if it weren’t for Steve’s shocked expression y/n would’ve thought he imagined it. The cube falls back onto the floor with a hard thud, it sits for a second before melting through the metal and falling into the open air. Steve shutters slightly, and walks up to y/n, who is still standing by the control panel, eyeing it with concern and confusion.

“I can’t- I don’t-“ Y/n stutters,”It won’t stop, it's stuck on auto pilot.”

Wordlessly he gently pushes by y/n to get a closer look, he sees the same thing y/n did, Steve looks strange as he sits down and picks up the radio.

“This is Captain Rodgers, do you read me?”

A man starts to say something on the other side but is cut off by Peggy, “Steve is that you? Are you two alright?”

“Peggy, Schmidt’s dead!” Steve calls out.

“What about the plane?”

“That’s a little tougher to explain.” As Steve says that, he has a certain look in his eye, y/n now starting to understand the new plan, sinks down to the floor next to the chair - back against the side of the chair.

“Give me your coordinates and I’ll find you a safe landing site.” She pleads.

“There’s not gonna be a safe landing.” He says solemnly.

Their conversation starts to blur together as y/n gets lost in his own thoughts, a sense of calm replacing his fear, there is nothing y/n can do. He knows this, he’s okay with this. He can’t help but get that guilty feeling again, he’s ready for death, he come to terms with that a long time ago, while he didn’t think it was going to be today, it's fine that it is. He can’t help it, how could he be sad when he knows he’ll see his boy again? The guilt pinches at him again when he remembers who he’s sitting next to, how can he be happy to see his lover again when Steve is being ripped away from his own? He hears his name, successfully gaining his attention.

“Y/n?” Peggy asks.

“I’m sorry what?” He smiles at the radio, he knows she can’t see him but it felt right.

“Are you okay with this? It’s not just Steve’s life.” She states firmly, it's sort of comforting.

Steve looks at y/n, fear in his eyes, it hits y/n that he’s never seen Steve scared before. He’s seen Steve depressed, angry, concerned, hopeless, but never scared. Without thinking y/n grabbed one of Steve’s hands, off the controls, into his own.

“…Well I mean you know the saying, the few for the many, or whatever.” He attempted to joke, hoping to lighten the mood.

Steve uses his free hand to put his locket of Peggy on the small ledge on one of the controls. Y/n temporarily lets go of Steve’s hand in order to stand up, Steve puts his hands on the console before looking up into y/n’s eyes, y/n smiles sadly and puts his hands on top of Steve’s, pushing down together. The aircraft took an immediate dive.

“Peggy.” He pauses, “I’m gonna need a rain check on the dance.”

“All right,” her voice quivers, “A week, next Saturday at the Stork Club.”

“You got it.” A tear falls out of his eye.

“Eight O'clock on the dot, don’t you dare be late. Understood?”

“You know I still don’t know how to dance.” He laughs, y/n smiles at him.

“I’ll show you how, just be there.”

“We’ll have the band play something slow,” Steve started, y/n felt like he shouldn’t be listening to this.

“I’d hate to step on your feet.”

“…” Something barely comes through but it’s intelligible, static taking over the whole system.

“Peg?” Steve sniffles, before looking at y/n for what he thinks is the last time.

…

Y/n’s eyes slowly blink open, squinting to adjust to the bright fluorescent lights, his nose filled with the strong smells of disinfectant and a cheap lavender candle. He groans pushing himself up to rest on his elbows, digging into the stiff bed, further taking in his surroundings, he sees Steve laying on another bed across the room - eyes also opening. He yawns, a soft pop in his ear, now hearing more clearly he notices a radio on Steve’s side of the room, it was some sort of sport (baseball most likely, based on his tone) announcer excitedly describing the game.

“You alright?” Steve asks, voice raspy.

“Yeah, I think so?” Y/n sounds unsure, throwing his legs over the side of the bed., “You?”

“I’m fine.” Steve replies half heartedly, staring down the radio.

A few beats of silence pass before y/n starts to talk again, “How-?”

He stops talking when a short pale woman opens the door and slowly makes her way in, she looks…off slightly. “Good morning,” she checks her watch, “or should I say afternoon.” She laughs softly at her own words.

“Where are we?” Steve asks with an accusatory tone.

“You’re in a recovery room in New York City.” Her eyes darted between the two men.

Steve looks at the radio once more, “Where are we really?” He says more harshly this time, almost threatening.

“I’m afraid I don’t understand the question.” She smiles nervously, eyes now trained on Steve. Y/n looks over the room again, something is wrong about it but he just can’t put his finger on it.

“The game,” he gestures to the radio, “It’s from May 1941. I know because I was there.”

“Now I’m going to ask again, where are we?” He steps closer to her, y/n takes notice of a small orange light in her closed fist.

“Captain Rogers…” She steps back, looking at y/n almost as if she wanted him to help her.

“Who are you?” He states firmly, his captain tone coming out.

“Steve - her hand!” Y/n yelps once he gains an idea of its possible function, Steve looks at it, but before he can take it a few men dressed up in military gear storm the room.

Y/n quickly stands up, watching Steve take care of the men like it was his day job (which it kind of was). Steve throws one of them through the wall on the left side of the door, creating a void for them to move through. Y/n and Steve move in the direction of their exit with no hesitation, they enter a barren looking warehouse, only the fake recovery room in the middle of it. Steve grabs y/n’s hand to pull him faster, a sensation y/n has gotten so very used to.

“Captain Rogers! Y/t y/l! Wait!”

They exit the warehouse and enter a lobby of what feels like a dystopian sci-fi book, they slow down for a split second to look around at this new strange environment. A loud announcement echoes throughout the building, “All agents! Code thirteen!” Dozens of men turn to them, almost robotically, start running at them. They take off in a full fledged sprint (at least y/n does, Steve slows a bit so as to not rip y/n’s arm off) , out of the building.

The road they end up on is scarier than the building, bright billboards line the streets, except they move around, lights flashing. Cars honked at them paired with swearing and screaming, the cars themselves in all kinds of different shapes and sizes, one specific car swerving in front of them, effectively blocking them from moving farther down the street. A rather bald, dark man steps out of the vehicle, a black eye patch wrapped around his head, he slowly steps toward the two men - hands out like you would a dog who one isn’t sure is safe.

“At ease soldiers!” He calls out, y/n and Steve looking at each other to silently communicate what they were going to do; they decide to hear him out. “Look I’m sorry about that little show back there, but we thought it best to break it to you slowly.”

“Break what?” The men say in unison.

“You’ve both been asleep,” he pauses to look them both up and down, “ for almost seventy years.”

Both y/n’s and Steve’s minds stop working. Y/n feels his heart race out of his chest, he looks at Steve whose eyes are jumping from place to place around the street, “You two gonna be okay?” The mysterious man asks softly, real concern present.

“Yeah.” “No.” Steve and y/n say at the same time, they all look to y/n who sighs loudly, “I will be though…I guess.” He mumbles the last part but Steve still hears him and he laughs quietly at his friend.

The man smiles, “How about we take a ride?” He offers, y/n and Steve accept cautiously.

| MARVEL MASTERLIST |

#marvel x male reader #male reader #steve rogers x male reader #bucky barnes x male reader #bucky x male reader #mlm fanfic

[smittenbyvillains]

Omg Valtor fanpage!!!!

I would like to send request but I want to know rules first TwT

Very much a Valtor fan page and a few other baddies hehe

I don't really have rules except for the unspoken ones. I can make some now.

Draco Malfoy

Harry Potter

Severus Snape

Tom Riddle

Lucius Malfoy

Remus Lupin

Sirius Black

Professor Sharp

Valtor

Ogron

Palladium

Captain Hook OUAT

Mr Gold

Peter Pan

I will not be anything that pisses and body fluids like that kinks.

I will do more than one character.

I do female x character

I can do non-con but not heavy. That said there is some noncon I won't be doing due to some experiences I had my senior year of high school. Yes, I do like dark but if it's too similar to what I have gone through I might respond but just do it a little differently :)

I am open to doing male baddies. Female ones would be platonic like family yandere stuff.

I write when I get into to do so.

You may ask any questions about me but what I went through, please.

I love to see reblogs, likes, and comments. It makes me feel great knowing that it's being read.

A few characters I write for include Valtor, Palladium, Lucius Malfoy, Draco Malfoy, Ogron, and the other black circle members.

I would like to not be rushed on anything especially if I decide to try to write a series.

#x reader #valtor x reader #winxclub #winx ogron #x reader stories #winx palladium #villains #lucius x reader #draco x you #wizards of the black circle #request rules

[littlescriblings-s]

You are in love

- Robin buckley x reader

- 1.3k

- Robin pining, slow burn, friends to lovers, forbidden love

- Lesbians in the 80’s are frowned upon and yet here you are, in a glass closet and in denial about your sexuality.

- Warnings: swearing, mentions of homophobia, slur

For as long as you can remember, you’ve been close with Robin Buckley. I mean, she was your best friend. You did everything together.

Trips to the mall, visiting each other at work, movie nights every Friday, holding hands to keep balance while you taught her to skateboard; her fingers intertwined in yours for just a second too long, the electricity of her touch lingering on the ball of your hand.

But it was platonic, of course. Platonic. With a capital P.

Coincidentally, also as long as you can remember, you’ve never once had a crush on a guy.

And it’s not like you were, gay… or anything. You just hadn’t been going after the right men. Yeah, that was it. In your defense, Hawkins had a terrible selection of boys. You were honestly banking on finding your match in college, once you were out of this town.

You knew Robin was gay. She had opened up to you about her sexuality years ago when she admitted to the crush she had on a girl in the school marching band, Vickie Price. 

You don’t remember exactly what happened with them, maybe because Robin never actually told you; you just know it fizzled out, and now they barely speak.

Mid-October. It was cold and rainy tonight, and you were getting ready for yet another date with a Hawkins High boy. You thought he was cute, so what could it hurt? Robin was in your room with you as you were getting ready, trying her hardest to be supportive and optimistic, even though she knew exactly how the night was going to end.

As you tried on dress after dress, she told you close to 20 times that you looked lovely in every single thing you tried on. She thought you were lovely; though she’d never tell you that.

“What do you think about this necklace, Rob?” you asked as you held it up just above the neckline of your dress, “Does it match the dress, or is it too much?”

“No! I think it sits perfectly for the way the neckline is shaped. Not that I'm looking! Well, I am now because you asked-” she awkwardly chuckled, eyes meeting the floor. “God sorry- yeah you should wear that one, for sure.”

Robin did this a lot. It seemed like she was always rambling, her words getting caught in her throat. 

“Okay Rob,” you chuckled “Can you help me put it on?”

Her eyes met your gaze as you waited for her assistance. 

“Ye-yeah of course.”

She rose from the velvet loveseat in the corner of your bedroom, and you placed the necklace in her hands. She fumbled with the clasp for a moment before she pulled her hands in front of your face and then back towards herself.

From this proximity, she could play connect-the-dots with the freckles peppered along your shoulders.

Robin smelled of vanilla and tea flowers. You watched in the soft light of your reflections as she placed the necklace gently on your collarbone. When she let go of the necklace, her hand didn’t leave your back until it traveled down your spine, stopping at the small of your back. The action made you flinch. With a hesitant smile, you turned and thanked her as you started to gather your things.

After you dropped Robin back at her house, you began towards the small local theater Hawkins had. This is where you’d be meeting Michael Ridgway, captain of the basketball team. When you arrived, Michael was already waiting in the lobby for you, tickets in hand.

“Hey beautiful. You ready?” he asked as he stuck his elbow in your direction, signaling for you to hook your arm through his. You two grabbed your seats in the theater that read “Dirty Dancing” in neon red lettering.

Halfway through the movie, the feeling of Michael’s hand on your thigh was becoming unbearable. When the movie finally ended, he offered to walk you to your car. 

“C’mon babe, it's dark.” he observed, “Let me walk you out.” He said this almost condescendingly, as if I couldn't defend myself if I needed to. 

It’s pouring outside when you arrive at your car. Before you even get the chance to take the keys out of your purse, Michael’s chapped lips were on yours. You tore away from him almost immediately, to which he looked insulted. 

“What the fuck!” He yelled as an open hand hit the side of your car, about an inch from your face.

You gasped sharply “I’m sorry- I barely know you, and I’m not sure I like you that way!” You cried, exasperated.

“What are you a dyke or something?” His voice was hateful; the word “dyke” landed like a blow to your stomach.

“Whatever bitch. You’re ugly anyways.” He heaves himself away from your vehicle and storms off into the caligo.

You could count on one hand the number of times in your life that you’ve felt this desolate; and there was only one person you wanted to see.

Robin.

Within minutes you’re en route to Robin's house. Dismal tears staining your cheeks. When you arrive, you leave everything but yourself in the car, and make your way to the door.

Before you even get the opportunity to knock, Robin’s opening the door; a look of distress taints her blue-gray eyes.

“My God.. what happened?! You’re soaked!” She ushers you inside and grabs you a pair of pajama shorts and a soft cotton t-shirt.

“The date was disastrous, Rob.” you replied bleakly. “He kissed me and…and I rejected it, to which he called me a slur. I swore he was gonna hurt me, Robin.”

More sympathetic than shocked, Robin padded her way over to the couch and sat down next to you. She observed you for a moment, before deciding that she had nothing more to say and pulled you into her reassuring embrace. Her scent invaded your senses. You could feel the ends of her coarse hair tickling your forehead.

You don’t know how long you two stayed like that for, but you noticed you had sunken farther into her arms, and she had sunken farther into the sofa. When you finally lifted your head out of the crook of her neck, fearing you were getting her clothes wet from your sopping hair, Robin’s face was closer to yours than you remembered it being.

You could feel her spearmint breath on your nose; your eyes traveled up from her chin and met her gaze. You felt a sort of adrenaline, as neither of you were moving away.

“Robin…” you whispered, shakily.

And as quick as her name had rolled off your tongue, her soft lips were intertwined in yours. You didn’t stop her; you couldn’t. Your lips parted ever so slightly to deepen the kiss.

Robin pulled away breathlessly, looking suddenly uneasy. The silence that hung over you both was penetrable.

“I’m-I’m so sorr-”

Before she could even finish her tizzied apology, your hands were tangled into the sides of her short, dirty-blonde hair and you were kissing her again. This time, with need.

What you had been craving, wanting, missing your whole life; was right here. On your lips and in your hands. Robin tenderly grasped the side of your jaw, bringing you impossibly closer to her. She had been waiting all of high school for this; waiting patiently through all your failed dates, all your botched endeavors at loving a man who you both knew you couldn’t.

She waited, because she loved you. More than anything.

Your lips surrendered to each other once more.

“I love you. I’m in love with you” she whispered. She looked at you like, like her eyes were handcrafted solely to admire yours.

You can feel it in the silence. You are in love. True love.

#robin buckley #robin buckley x reader #stranger things 4 #stranger things imagine #stranger things 4 imagine #stranger things x reader #fluff #angst #robin buckley fluff #forbidden romance #lgbtq

[cori-rps]

BRINGING THIS BACK BC I CAN. hi! i’m cori. i’d love to find a few chill rp partners! i’ll start by saying that i only write on discord. i also cannot reply every day. so if you’re looking for someone who will consistently reply to threads 15 times a day, that’s not me. HOWEVER i love, love to talk headcanons and about our ships on the daily in between replies! also love text threads. i usually reply to those daily. full disclosure, i can be a little flakey. i have a full time job and a life. i love rp, but it’s not my number 1 priority. if we’ve tried plotting before, if we have a dead server, etc. feel free to reach out again!!

i’m also 29, so i’d prefer rp partners who are 23+, just because i’m more comfortable with people closer to my age. looking for some chill stuff, where we can try a plot/thread or two together and see if we vibe. if we do, let’s add more stuff! if we don’t, no hard feelings. we just might not be the writing partner for each other. you can always tell me if you’re not feeling something, and i ask that you be receptive if i do the same.

i generally create a new muse for every plot i do. that’s just how i roll. but if you have a pre-established muse that you think would work for any plots, i’m more than happy to write against any of your muses! i also LOVE mumus/having multiple plots in the same universe. i love real life plots, i love creating fantasy universes, i love scifi, horror, angst, fluff... literally anything. i’m open to nsfw themes as well as long as we talk about everything beforehand. i’m not crazy about smut, so if you love it, i'm probably not for you. i'm down for some darker themes, but absolutely NO rape/other SA, abuse, grooming, student/teacher, or incest.

i’ll write m/m and m/f. i’m open to f/f, it just doesn’t tend to be my favorite! always here for platonic things also!!! i do have a preference for playing men, but would prefer if you played both because i do like playing women also! i’ll play muses anywhere from 21 to 100. (maybe that’s an exaggeration, but i love older muses so come at me.)

below the cut i’ll list some faces i love as well as ships and plots i’d love to do! i’m 100% not limited to these things!!! but if you’re curious as to what i like or if you want a jumping off point to start plotting, it might be helpful for you!!

like this if you’re interested and i’ll reach out via IM!!! or if you see anything below that catches your eye, feel free to just IM me as well! (you’ll get a response faster from me if you IM me first!) 

i generally prefer to pick a plot THEN a face, but just to get an idea of the kinds of faces i usually go for, here’s a list! this is NOT an exhaustive list, and you will likely hear me suggest people who are not on this list. i’m also not picky AT ALL about who i play against. 

( plots )

- books i’d love to do plots based on: red, white & royal blue!!!! (i actually have a muse for this who i’d love to use soz. would do movie faces or our own), anything based on the grishaverse (especially SoC), the house in the cerulean sea, falling kingdoms, OCs set in the shadowhunter universe (tho tbh i might be open to playing an older matthew fairchild or an older kit rook???), all for the game, the raven cycle, the winner’s trilogy, the lunar chronicles, IT (eddie x richie bc i’m trash?), the crown’s game, the night circus, an ember in the ashes, the kiss of deception, the song of achilles. tbh you don’t even have to have read any of them i can just scream the plot at you lol

- would highkey LOVE some type of poly plot

- absolutely a n y t h i n g enemies to lovers. especially if it’s like slowburn enemies to friends to lovers. pls. 

- SPORTSSSS. i’m absolute trash for hockey and baseball. (but will do any sports honestly.) gimme figure skater/hockey player. give me teammates secretly crushing on each other/hooking up after the game but no homo/etc. give me rivals. olympics. two people competing for a captain spot. anything with sports.

- fake. freaking. DATING. (or fake married or anything like that!!) any kind. in any plot. in any scenario. can’t promise not to cry if we also include the only one bed trope bc i don’t care how often i see it, i consider it literary genius every damn time i encounter it.

- i live for friends to lovers. especially if they’re both really dumb and if it’s gay.

- college?? sororities?? frats??

- i love any sort of crime plot. mob. mafia. anything like that. anyone remember the show eye candy? highkey want a plot based on that too. 

- royalty anything. real life or fantasy.

- BODYGUARD PLOTS. bodyguard x first son/daughter. bodyguard x royalty. bodyguard celeb. (or just anything with oc celebs.) i would literally give you my firstborn child for richard madden x brandon flynn in a bodyguard x client plot 

- historical plots!! literally from any era. i just love history ok.

- stuff with older muses! a couple of divorcees. single parents. i’m down for age gaps as long as the younger person isn’t TOO young (so probably 25+ depending, just dont be gross). i also highkey want to do a younger man x older woman plot PLS

- anything in my ( plots ) tag!!

adeline rudolph, aisha dee, amber stevens west, anya taylor-joy, aslihan malbora, benedetta porcaroli, brianne howey, bruna marquezine, chloe bailey, cindy kimberly, constance wu, dove cameron, dua lipa, eiza gonzalez, ester expósito, geraldine viswanathan, halle bailey, january jones, josefine frida pettersen, katheryn winnick, kristine froseth, lovie simone, madelyn cline, maia mitchell, marilyn lima, meg donnelly, natalia dyer, paulina singer, precious mustapha, rachel hilson, romi van renterghem, ryan destiny, samantha logan, sofia bryant, tessa thompson, veerle dejaeger, yara shahidi.

( faces )

aaron paul, alex fitzalan, anthony mackie, aron piper, axel auriant, bill skarsgard, charlie gillespie, cody christian, dacre montgomery, dev patel, diego luna, dylan sprayberry, eli brown, felix mallard, freddie thorpe, freddy carter, hero fiennes-tiffin, isaiah mustafa, jamie campbell bower, joel kinnaman, jonathan daviss, lorenzo zurzolo, louis partridge, lucien laviscount, matthew daddario, maxence danet-fauvel, oscar isaac, nick robinson, rege-jean page, rudy pankow, suraj sharma, taron egerton, thomas doherty, timothee chalamet, tom holland, zethphan smith gneist.

you can also look through my ( faces ) tag for more ideas! but honestly, i’m open to a lot!! 

#discord 1x1 #1x1 discord #1x1 rp #1x1 roleplay

[happy-beeeps]

Buzzcut Season Ch. 8

How To Be Something You Miss

(i'm running out of gifs and none of them we're quite the right vibe for this sorry besties)

((Also bonus points if you know what taylor swift song the title is from))

Read part 7 here

WC: 6.3k

pairing : Rex x heiress!reader

Warnings/tags: angst, grief, character death, two people unhealthily dealing with their emotions, language. Not a warning, but we get so much platonic!Kix in this one and I’m just so obsessed with his and the reader's friendship. If you follow the series, you know that the events in Ch. 7 aren’t making this chapter the best for our other favorite clone bestie pairing, so I’m hoping this helps treat the emotional wound. Actually tbh there’s a lot of platonic besties in this one. It took everything in me not to resolve the angst in one chapter, but I’m already working on Ch. 9 hehehehe also no proofreading as per usual but I didn’t write this in one mass sitting at 2 am this time so growth!

* * *

He arrives home with a clatter of plastoid, shaking hands typing at the datapad and a helmet being discarded, no thrown, across your living room. CeeDee wakes almost immediately, heading into your bedroom just as you’ve sat upright in bed. “It appears Captain Rex has returned,” she states, and leaves your room as quickly as she enters. You can hear your refrigerator being opened, the sound of your water pitcher being poured into a cup, and him dropping the glassware into the sink. There’s the sound of your sliding door opening, and then shutting quietly, as if he’s hoping you won't hear.

“Rex?” you call into the darkness, awaiting an answer. There isn’t one, and you frown at that. Tossing your fluffy down comforter off to the side, you cross your arms over your chest, shuffling towards him down the hallway in your short, satin nightgown. “Rex, love, what are you doing?” And then you see him.

He’s sitting on a chair on your balcony, back to you through the viewport panes. He looks regal like this, back straight, lights of the city bouncing off around him. You open the door quietly and sneak up behind him. He hears you, obviously, after years of training, and stiffens at your presence.

“Rex, what’s going on? Come inside, it's cold out here.” It is cold, you aren’t lying, and you’re pulling your nightie tighter around your torso and slinging your arms around his shoulders, pressing warm kisses to his exposed neck. 

He shudders at the sensation, exhaling a long held breath. “I talked to Fives.”

“Oh? How did it go? Will he be ok?”

He tenses again at the words, and he turns his head slightly against your arms to look at you out of the corner of his eyes. There’s something behind them, something akin to pain, but he blinks it away, reaching a gloved hand up to stroke your cheek, the pieces of your hair that fall free from where they’re tucked behind your ear. “Don’t worry about him, ok?”

You nod, accepting that he’s probably fine, probably in hiding, and this is all you can know at this point. Rex knows of your friendship with his brother, and you can breathe easier at knowing he’s ok. “Come inside, ok?”

Rex does not object, and you lead him back into your apartment, down the hallway and into your bedroom. He seems exhausted, and you are happy to help him undress, clipping away at the little plastoid hooks and latches you’ve become so familiar with. His eyes are looking at something you can’t really see as you do this, offering you nothing except quiet thank you’s and soft praise.

“Did something happen tonight?” you ask, running a hand over his hair, hips open as you straddle his back. 

He sighs into you, pressing back to the point that you’re becoming a little crushed under his weight. “I don’t really want to talk about it. Is that ok?”

“Long day?”

He nods.

“Then we can talk in the morning.” You back away from him and roll backwards across your bed, large enough that you have to motion for Rex to join you as he removes his shirt, discarding it across the floor and coming to lay on top of you, face buried in a mess of your hair, like you’re his last tether to sanity. You rub aimless circles in his back and place sweet kisses on his temple.

Unbeknownst to you, his heart and his head are swimming with emotion. How can he deserve such love, such kindness? And how is he ruining something so good and pure by continuing to stay with you? These thoughts linger and he dwells on them long after he falls asleep, and he dreams of you and Fives in an abandoned warehouse, only this time it’s your blood on his hands.

* * *

It isn’t particularly unusual for Rex to be gone when you wake up. You’re more accustomed to the finer things, you like waking up to the sun, your hair spread across down pillows, fresh breakfast waiting in your kitchen. Once you had even caught Rex in there himself, working up a sweat leaning over a recipe of the flatcakes you loved to order for breakfast. But today isn’t like that day, there’s an eerie stillness in your home that comes with him being gone. You pad over to the kitchen, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes as you recount the night. The cup is gone from the sink, his armor nowhere to be found. Simple, he must’ve been called into headquarters. CeeDee comes in, already confirming your usual breakfast order from the bakery down the block for delivery, and you shake your head. “I think I’ll pick it up, and in fact, order more of the dough rounds and an extra carton of caf. I’m going to drop it off at headquarters.” CeeDee complies, and you dress quickly, throwing on a long dress and wrap before heading downstairs to your driver. You left your comm at home, you realize as he speeds away towards the bakery, and shrug it off. You don’t read the messages from Jil, from Jesse, until it’s too late.

The GAR headquarters is always busy, but it seems unbearably so today. You’re trying to get the attention of the man working at the center desk, but he seems occupied with directing a number of Republic officers in twenty different directions. Your caf is getting cold and your patience is wearing thin, and you huff, toe tapping unbearably, until you see a familiar face. 

“Kix!”

The medic looks bewildered at you being here, not that it’s particularly uncommon, you’re becoming a fixed figure on non-classified days with the 501st, but for some reason, today, he looks a bit shocked. “What are you doing here?”

You shake the caf carton and use your chin to gesture to the boxes of dough rounds you have perched on your hip. “Rex left early this morning, I figured you all would appreciate the breakfast.”

“Funny, Rex said you weren’t feeling well last night, that’s why he was here so early,” he shrugs, grabbing both things from you, “If you need medical attention, let me know. I’m sure the boys would be happy to see you.”

You frown, confused at the lie. “No, no I’m okay, thank you Kix.” You follow him down the halls and towards the familiar mess hall that you know the 501st has taken over. He sets the treats down on a table and troopers immediately flock over, patting you on the arm and serving themselves breakfast. “Hey, by the way,” you glance around, noting the lack of a certain friendly face, “Where’s Fives?”

It’s as if it happens in slow motion, Kix’s face turning from confusion to sadness to anger, but not at you, at the blonde man walking in now, mouth hanging open as he sees you talking to Kix. “Rex,” he says as your captain practically runs over to you, “what have you done?”

By the time Rex finishes his story, you’re in tears, equal parts angry and hurt. You’re in his quarters, a glorified office really. He’s got a table and chairs, presumably to have meetings with his troopers, and there’s a bed and small kitchenette in the corner. “How could you not tell me? Why wouldn’t you tell me?” 

He runs his hand across his face then settles by resting his head in them. “I don’t know, I don’t know.”

“Did you think I just wouldn’t know? Rex, kriff, he was one of my best friends.”

“I was going to tell you, I just couldn’t.”

“But why?” you ask, biting back the anger that threatens to slip through, “and why leave early today, and why lie and tell Kix I was sick? What is going on?”

“I don’t know.” His hand meets the table with a force that startles you and you jump back in the chair you’re sitting in. His gaze softens for a second, and you can see him move to reach out to you, then hold himself back. “I just figured I would work it out eventually.”

“It? Rex, I mourned Tup with you, I’ve been here with you, you can’t keep stuff like this from me.”

“I just couldn’t hurt you, you were wrecked over Tup.”

“Well, yeah, of course. He was my friend too.”

“But if I told you about Fives, you would’ve been in more pain. I can’t keep putting you in pain, I won’t be the reason.”

You scoff at this, “You wouldn’t be the reason, the death of my friend would be the reason, and that wasn’t your fault.”

He winces at those words, and you feel a pang of guilt at the insinuation that he thinks it was. “I’m putting you in danger.”

“You’ve also actively rescued me from danger, so, that cancels out,” you cross your arms over your chest, sending daggers his way. “What are you doing here? What’s your play?”

He forgets how blunt you can be, forgets how years of being coddled and getting your way have made you lack some of the patience and willingness to not get an answer from some of the other people he’s met. It’s what he likes about you, actually, your brazenness in getting what you want. “I’m doing what’s best for you.”

“So doing what’s best for me is ditching me early and telling everyone I’ve caught a cold? What’s your goal here Rex?”

“I am not what’s best for you.”

He says it like it's a definitive fact, like there’s no arguing it. You’re blinking now, faster and faster and you can feel a coil in your chest tighten as the weight of his words echo around you. “Excuse me? Are you breaking up with me?”

“Breaking up implies that I want to do this.”

“Ok great, then what the fuck are you saying?”

It’s his turn to blink, you rarely curse in basic, you’ve told him before it’s below your station. “I can’t continue to put you in danger, so, for your sake and safety, I can’t be with you anymore.”

“As your client,” you move your hands to emphasize the irony in the statement, “No, I say permission denied, I still require protection, to some degree. The council says so.”

“I know,” his head is back in his hands, “I’ve already put in a request to have your care be overseen by the 212th.”

“I’m sorry?”

“You’ve always liked Cody and his boys.”

“Rex, that’s different and you know it.”

“Cody is good, he’s a Commander. You’ll be safer with him than with me anyway.”

“I’m not dating Cody, Rex.”

He sighs, exasperated and rolls back in his chair, running his fingers along the bridge of his nose.

“Have you told Kix and Jesse? They won’t let you do this.” You spit at him, arms squeezing tight around each other. You’re certain your finger pads are going to leave tiny purple marks on the squishy tissue of your arm tomorrow. 

“Well then it’s a great thing they’re not captains of this battalion.”

And that’s it. He’s decided then. You stand after a beat, mouth opening and closing like a fish before gaping at him. You stand in a fury, clutching your arms around your torso and making a beeline for the door before turning back around, finger pointing at him with venomous precision, “If you think I’m going to sit here and let you ruin your life, push everything away that wants to help you, you’ve got another thing coming.” You stand at the door as it slides open, tears running down your face as a confused Jesse and Kix watch you burst out, “when you’re done with whatever this is,” you gesture to him wildly, “then you can let me know.”

* * *

“What the fuck did you do?” Jesse hisses to Rex as you practically sprint down the hall, tears running wildly down your face. He has to admit, even in this shape, you hold yourself so straight, so proud that Rex wants to fall to his knees and worship you more than ever. With every resounding click of your heels it feels like his heart is being torn more, but in this moment, he has to keep you safe. He has to keep everyone he cares about safe.

“I have to keep her safe, she’s not safe with me, not now.”

“Or’dinii,” Kix mumbles, running his hand over his hair. “You think this is good for her? You know she was closer to Fives than half this battalion was.”

“I know,” Rex groans, “I can’t be the one that keeps hurting her.” “Rex, we’re soldiers. We’re all gonna die, you can’t hold everyone’s death as your own personal responsibility.” Jesse says, pity just barely coating the anger laced in his voice. “It wasn’t your fault.”

“No, it was. He trusted me and it was my fault. And that’s exactly the point,” Rex motions the two of them into his quarters and pulls out his datapad. On it are covers he begins to swipe through of tabloids featuring you; you smiling, dripping in diamonds, spilling wine on your friends, laughing. There’s the image of the day you confessed you were seeing someone, the day that Rex vowed to himself he would marry you, make you his. “Look, look how happy she is in all of these,” he gestures again to the tabloids, Jesse flips through them while Kix rolls his eyes, he’s seen these before. “Look how happy. She deserves to be that happy all the time, with someone who won’t put a target on her back, with someone she can be with publicly.”

“You’re being idiotic,” Kix exclaims, throwing his hands in the air, “in every single one of these covers, you guys were together. She was happy because after all these swanky events and schmoozing and expensive champagne, she was going to meet up with us at 79’s for cheap drinks and for you. And you’re throwing that all away over what? Her also losing someone?”

“She can learn to be happy without me,” he gruffs, sitting back down his chair, snatching the datapad back and pulling up mission reports. The discussion has ended, and Kix makes his way out of the room, followed by Jesse.

The latter responds before the door shuts, “Sure. Maybe she can. But can you learn to be happy without her?”

* * *

Jil, Mora, Boa, and Carana are at your house faster than if you’d called the fire brigade. They come in with fluffy blankets and your favorite Mon Cala takeout food, spicy noodles and warm roasted veggies in a salty soup broth. You didn’t realize you were crying until Jil envelopes you in a hug, lekku swinging wildly as the rest of the girls remove the pillows and comforted from your bed, making a pillow nest on the floor of your living room as they get to work setting up the perfect show on the holo. “Walk us through the situation,” she hums, and guides you to the nest. Your hair is promptly thrust into Mora’s capable hands, and she rubs her fingers through your scalp, helping remove the tension as she works your hair into a variety of braids, just for the feeling of being cared for. Carana and Boa are listening intently while Jil fills up your glass of wine, nodding along and sighing as you recount the story to them.

“Death makes people do crazy things, I know he’s being unreasonable, but I don’t think this will be permanent.” Mora states, and the group nods.

“You know that I would probably kill people for you,” Jil starts, and Boa looks at her girlfriend and smiles in a knowing way as if to agree, “but I think he’ll come around. He has to earn it, but I think he’s just processing his grief.”

“But what if he doesn’t?” You whisper, and you hate how pathetic you feel. “I’ve always worried I would be more in love with him than he was with me, what if it’s true.”

The girls vehemently shake their heads in disagreement when their input is disrupted by CeeDee’s mechanic voice. “Excuse me, my lady. Clone Medic ‘Kix,’ is at the door.”

Carana is the one who gets up first, not having met any of the clones at a very personal extent. Kix is in fact standing there with a bouquet of flowers and a box of small cakes, looking shocked at the angry Devaronian woman standing in front of him.

“I come in peace, and come bearing gifts!” He thrusts the flowers in front of him before making eye contact with Carana. You pretended not to notice the way they looked at each other before he cleared his throat, passing a cautious Carana and settling down on the floor across from you.

“Hey Kix,” you sniff, graciously accepting the box of cakes from him as he sits cross legged on the floor.

“How’s our girl doing? About everything?” Carana moves to sit behind him after putting your flowers in a vase, curiously inspecting the clone. You swear you see the tips of her ears turn red.

“I’ve been better, I guess.” Gods you feel pathetic again, putting your head in your hands, “He’s just being so stupid Kix,”

“Sooo stupid,” he agrees, and the girls laugh at the immediacy of his response. “I actually called him an or’dinii to his face today.”

“I’m not familiar with that one?”

“It’s-”

“Moron, or idiot.” Carana remarks, and Kix turns around wildly to face her.

“You speak Mando’a?”

She shrugs, “I like to learn swear words in other languages, so that way I know when people are being rude to me.”

He nods at that, holding her gaze for a beat, before turning his attention back to you.

The rest of the night goes quietly, you watch romcoms and sad movies and you and Kix convince the girls to watch the holodrama you’re obsessed with. It helps, your mind is off Rex and even off Tup and Fives, but there’s still a pang in your chest that hurts if your mind wanders even the slightest bit. At the end of the night the girls have fallen asleep in the nest on the floor, and you wake as Kix slowly wiggles his way out between Carana and Boa. “Leaving so soon?” You whisper, and he smirks, before gesturing out to your balcony. You nod and follow him, blanket tucked around your body as you both move to sit out on the floor, voices obscured by the rush of traffic. 

He tugs at the black shirt you’ve got on underneath the blanket. You’re fortunate no one else has recognized. “This is nice, what is this, designer?”

You swat at the man beside you before heaving a sigh out of your throat. “You know, last night, when I was out here with Rex, he told me not to worry about Fives anymore.”

Kix winces and leans back on his hands. “He’s told you we aren’t really built to grieve, right?”

You nod.

“Well… we aren’t really built to love either, but you see how that played out.” He gestures to you and you smile in spite of yourself. “He’s doing what he thinks is best. All that he knows how to do. He’ll come around.”

“Did you really call him a moron?”

He laughs, “you should’ve seen Jesse, called him out in front of the whole garrison, he yanked us into his office so fast I thought he’d pop Jesse’s chestplate off.” He gestures back into the apartment, “the flowers are from him too. Course, they’re technically from all of us, because we’re all apologizing for our brother being a colossal dickhead but,” he shrugs, “what can you do? Not all of us were created intellectually equal.”

You punch his arm in a mock fight, “watch yourself, dickhead or not I’m still in love with him.”

“She curses! In basic!”

“And she’ll do it again if you keep this up.” You pull your knees to your chest and rest your chin on their tops. “Rex said he’s assigning me to Cody.”

“I’ve already talked to Cody, he bet me 20 credits that in five rotations Rex will be begging for him to switch back.”

“And? Will Cody?”

Kix looks shocked that you’d even asked. “Oh absolutely, but he’s going to make Rex probably polish his armor for a month.”

You smile to yourself before looking at Kix, and thinking about how fortunate you are to have him as a friend. “Can I tell you something kind of mean?”

He nods, “You actually get a mean pass to us for like the next week at least.”

You laugh a little and look out over into the city, “Knowing what I know now…it’s easy to imagine Rex with me, like physically seeing him and being with him, because you know, he’s different to me personally, and we have a different relationship. Even in the beginning it was easy because you know he’s got the,” you gesture to your hair as an indication of his bleached buzz cut. “It’s harder than I thought, with you.”

“You have a crowd of soldiers who would run into a burning building for you. If Rex wasn’t in the picture, Fives would’ve been first in line, and I have the unfortunate burden of having the same haircut as him.”

“You do have the same haircut.” And the tears start. Kix pulls you into a side hug, rubbing your shoulders as you cry, not for Rex but truly at the loss of your friend, and he sighs.

“It’s not mean to say we remind you of each other. Not from you. You know all of us as people. You knew Fives as a person, you knew Tup,” he squeezes your shoulders, “we all carry those deaths with us. Rex carries them the hardest, because he’s a captain, he’s like our big brother. And he carries people you haven’t even met. There was this one trooper, his name was Echo, you would’ve loved Echo. And Hevy too. He carries them all with him, every day, even though he thinks he doesn’t. And you’ve lost people too, people that Rex doesn’t carry. What was her name again?”

“Satine.” You sniff, thinking of the other blonde you loved, how radiant and strong she was, what it felt like to watch her watch her world be destroyed.

“Right. Satine. And your mother, if you want to get philosophical about it. But Rex was able to help you through it. And he needs you, whether or not he realizes it.” He pauses a bit, “Did he ever tell you about Umbara?”

“No, what happened on Umbara?”

He winces, “It was…it was bad. A Jedi who was using us as blaster fodder. Had has going against each other, he told Rex to execute us for treason.”

“And he stood up to him?”

“Clearly,” he gestures to himself, “we’re still here. Point is, he’s been through a lot these past few months alone, but the months before, when he had you and things were better, I’ve seen a change in him I can’t even begin to tell you about.”

“I want to help him, I know he’s hurting,” you sigh, unclenching your legs, “but he hurt me, by trying not to hurt me.”

“And you don’t have to forgive him now, but what couple hasn’t been tested?”

You sit with that thought for a while in silence, just enjoying the companionship of a friend and the thoughts he leaves you with. “Speaking of couples,” you test, poking his side, “What do you think of Carana?”

* * *

 You go see Padmé early the next morning, she looks immaculate as always with her hair pulled up into two high buns and a shiny silver dress and you are…certainly here! 

“So, I was thinking we finish up some work on article five, and then I have an idea and oh my-” she covers her mouth as you slump in the chair in front of her. Sure, your hair is brushed back and you’re in one of the dresses Padmé has gifted you, but you feel like a wreck. Your conversation with Kix had you motivated, but also completely emotionally run down. “Moteé, can you come here? And bring my makeup kit.”

You laugh in spite of yourself and Padmé moves to sit beside you on a couch in her office. “What happened to you?” “Rex and I are,” you pause. Allegedly, you’re done, but Kix has given you the hope that he just needs time, and you aren’t sure how you feel. “Well, I don’t know what we are, but not particularly together.”

“Oh, oh I’m sorry. You must think me a terrible friend, calling you in here so early in the morning.”

You wave her off with a slight motion, “I needed the distraction.” 

She grins at this and stands up. “That’s actually excellent news,” she moves to bring her datapad to the two of you on the couch and taps an icon to project a holo from Queen Apailana herself, standing regally in front of the two of you. “Queen Apailana wants us to come to Naboo to discuss some of the finer details of the bill. I haven’t been home in too long, and I thought it would be a nice escape for us anyway.” She sets the datapad down as the recorded projection of Apailana speaks about the specifics of your visit. “I think this is just what you need. We can stay out in the Lake Country, some time off world will give you both some much needed space.”

You jump at the opportunity, eager to get out of the suddenly suffocating system and into something better. “On one condition.”

“What’s that?”

“I don’t want anyone knowing where I am.”

Padmé sighs at that, “You know that’s challenging.”

“Commander Cody has been assigned to my care. You and I both know he wants nothing to do with ‘babysitting’ me, he’s just too gracious to deny it. Besides, I don’t want anyone following me.” You open your datapad to show the newest tabloid, a picture of you yesterday outside your apartment, looking every bit of a mess as you feel. 

“They used to come after me too,”

“I actually live for this,” you wave your hand in the air, brushing it off, “but I don’t want the attention on the bill to turn into attention to me.”

Padmé weighs your words for a moment and thinks about it for a long while. “I’m long past requiring protection when I visit Naboo. With the Royal Guard I can’t imagine you’d be unsafe. We’ll list you as a handmaiden on the passenger manifest, no one will know until we’ve returned.”

“Thank you, truly, thank you.” You grasp her hands and she pulls you in for a hug. You’ve always appreciated the closeness you felt to her, the effect of having a big sister, in a way. You imagine this is how the clones feel with their brothers, the added layer of safety it must bring. 

* * *

You’re loading up the yacht with your trunk in the dead of night when Moteé arrives at the entrance to your building. “Senator, my lady.” She dips slightly into a curtsy, and you smile back at the handmaiden you’ve become close to.

“Moteé has agreed to watch your home, Ellé will be staying with me, since CeeDee is accompanying us to Naboo?”

On cue, the silvery droid walks towards the yacht, and a member of the guard follows closely, the last trunk in his arms. “Ladies, I believe we’re ready to leave?” You turn around to address Moteé, who places a slender hand up as if to silence you. “I have been given strict guidance to maintain your home, and deter any potential…visitors from finding out where you are. Please enjoy your rest, my lady.” You smile back at her, so grateful for this young woman you barely know, and turn around to link arms with Padmé as you walk up towards the ship, heading off to the vacation you’ve been dreaming of.

“This is incredible!” Your face is smushed up against the viewports along the ship as Captain Typho flew you over the majestic lakes and islands that dotted the more exotic locations on Naboo’s ecosystem. “How did you ever leave?”

Padmé smiled at you and placed a hand on the back of your shoulder, “Sometimes, when you love something, and you want to make it better, it’s necessary to leave it behind.”

You turn back to her slowly, weighing the words heavy in your mind, but she’s already turned to walk towards the ramp of the ship, smoothing her dress with her steps, completely oblivious to the words she’s spoken. You’re dressed and ready for the meeting with the queen, in a sweeping magenta dress that compliments Padmé’s purple nicely. A section of your hair is pulled back in a gold net, and the rest of it hangs back pin straight down your back, and you’ve got two golden dots on the apples of your cheeks. “It’s a very popular Nabooian style.” She had said, stepping back and looking at her finished work when she applied it. 

The ship has decelerated, and you can only assume that means you’ve landed in Theed. You’re correct, you realize, as the ramp drops and you’re met by a legion of Royal Guards and Queen Apailana herself. She’s so young, and it makes you look at the woman to your left, how mature she seems. Just how long has she been doing this? Padmé, now Senator Amidala, looks back and smiles at you, before stepping forward to bow to the young queen. “Your majesty.” She states, lowering herself gently in front of her. You’ve been directed to bow lower, as Padmé as a former queen herself is held to different protocol. This is easy for you, this is what you were bred for, a Princess in your own right. 

“Senator, your Grace,” she responds, addressing you both with a smile and firm eye contact. “Please follow me to the palace. It seems we have much to discuss.”

Theed is remarkable, with sweeping cliff faces and waterfalls, a lively town and families everywhere. The war has truly left this place mostly untouched, though remnants of the occupation leave their mark everywhere. You walk past a memorial to those who lost their lives when the Trade Federation invaded, and you don’t miss the way that Padmé looks at it. The walk into the palace is short, for security and timing reasons you’re sure, and you’re immediately impressed by the open, marble spaces of the palace. Most of all, you’re struck by how much it reminds you of home. The sweeping staircases, the busy people running in and out of rooms, the attentive care everyone shows the Queen, and you and the Senator, by extension. It’s all becoming crushingly obvious, how you haven’t really even mourned the loss of your home, your family really, being so absolved in the comfort of Rex. It’s almost suffocating, and Padmé must notice the way your face goes white as she links arms with yours. “We’re only here for an hour, and then we go back to my family home,” she whispers, eyes still looking around the palace. “I’ll have the remainder of the meetings take place there.”

The meeting was quick, she was right, but productive. You’re making headway on the bill, and Queen Apailana was optimistic about the rest of the Chommell Sector also accepting clone citizens. You ride back to Padmé’s home in a speeder, silence masked by the sound of the warm wind wiping past your head. She’s settled with her hand over yours, sending you sympathetic smiles as you speed towards her home.Varykino is beautiful, perhaps the most beautiful thing you’ve seen today, with its red domed ceilings and terracotta walls. As the speeder stops you smile at Captain Typho and your droid, both standing on the entryway. “We’ve gone ahead and unpacked your things, my ladies.” He says, meeting you both at the speeder and running to each side to offer you both a hand on stepping out, which is proving more challenging in the layers of skirts you’re clothed in. 

“Thank you Captain. I trust you’ll have a lovely time with your family?”

“Absolutely, you know Mariek is ecstatic whenever we get a chance to come home.” He smiles, speaking fondly of his wife. She smiles and sends him off with a wave, giving the two of you time to settle. 

“Let’s sit out here for a moment, okay?” she leads you by your arm to the sweeping walkways lining the outside of the villa, overlooking the lake and islands amidst perfectly manicured trees and flowers. She pulls you down some steps towards a dock, chairs perched on it, so you’re level with the setting sun and the lake. “Are you ok?”

You sit in the chair beside her, and attempt to cross you legs beneath amongst the layers of chiffon. “I…don’t know.” You lean back, closing your eyes and placing your face up to the warmth of the sun. “I don’t think I ever really processed it all, how does someone even begin to process their mother attempting to use them to start a coup?”

“Not well,” she waves down one of the handmaidens that has been loosely following and asks her to bring two spritzes. “You’ve been through a lot the past few months.”

“And the worst part of it all is I would do it all again, I’d lose my home, I’d lose my mother, Satine, Tup, Fives, all of it, just for an opportunity to relive my life with Rex.”

“I get it,” she sighs, and holds your arms on her chest, “it’s not easy to admit to being selfish, and wanting things for yourself.”

You open one eye and look at her, “Am I a bad person?”

She scoffs. “No, far from it… I’ve been selfish too, you know. Even more than you know.” She reaches over and puts a hand on your knee. “Tell me about your home.”

“It must’ve been similar to your time as Queen, I’m sure you don’t want to hear about it.”

“Have you spoken with Rex about it?”

“He goes through enough everyday, I was perfectly content being strong about things for him, I don’t need to give him more worries.”

She exhales and reaches over to grab the spritzes from the young woman coming back, offering her a thank you before passing one to you. “You remind me of someone I know very well?”

“In a good way or a bad way?”

“You’re both martyrs,” she says with a laugh, but with the way her eyes warm you know she means it fondly.

“My home was…stiff. Large and grand, my father always had attendants, and my mother was constantly at appearances, and when I was raised I had the expectation that I would marry someone good, bring honor to the family.” You take a sip and stretch your arms, “I had etiquette classes and riding classes and dance classes,” you list them on your fingers, “and then I came to Naboo, and I wasn’t a princess, or even really a Lady, I was just…”

“Just you. But a very pretty, very young you with a lot credits to burn.” She laughs, and you roll your eyes but nod. 

“It was liberating. And I liked it. I still do like it. I like the attention, the freedom, the life. But this,” you use your drink to gesture to the villa, the grandiose nature, “this still reminds me of home. Or the home I used to have.”

“You can always go back.”

“Mmm,” you sip your drink and close your eyes, “maybe. But not the same way that I could have before. It will never be the same.”

Padmé sighs and stands up, giving your knee a pat before heading back to the villa. “Then perhaps one day you’ll go back and make new memories.”

* * *

You’re asleep now, tucked in the plush sheets of one of the many guest rooms in the villa, window cracked to hear the sound of waves rocking against the lakeshore. Padmé, however, is awake, pacing, and sending a holo to the disgruntled Jedi Knight in front of her. 

“So you’re just going to leave in the middle of the night and not tell me?” Anakin says, face in his hand. He’s frustrated, but not really, and he can see by the way the Senator is pacing that this isn’t really the time for him to be complaining.

“I’m glad you see the irony in that statement too,” she says, and he smirks in response. “Ani, what is he thinking?”

“I, I don’t know what you mean.”

“You’ve never been a good liar with me, and you know it.” She tuts.

His fingers return to pinch his nose bridge. “He’s distracted, and it’s going to be dangerous if he doesn’t get it sorted out soon. Today in training he missed a target so badly he almost took out a shiny.”

She has to bite back her laughter and sits down on the bed, bringing the holo closer so they're sitting across from one another. “She’s hurting.”

“I don’t doubt it. I can’t say I blame her, she’s young and in love.”

“She’s two years older than you.” “I know,” he says, looking at the woman across from him, “that’s why I can’t blame her. You know how I get when we fight.”

She smiles, and thinks of the way her husband’s emotions contort around her, so passionately in love. “She hurts about everything. About him, about the people she’s lost, her home. She won’t open up to him because she won’t hurt him. Does that remind you of someone?”

He rolls his eyes, but looks closer at his wife. “I’ll keep an eye on him, okay?”

“Don’t tell him where we are, Anakin.”

He flashes a toothy grin at the holo before disconnecting it, “You know I don’t make promises I can’t keep.”

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Pairing: Steve Rogers x Platonic!?Reader

Summary: Exams at the SHIELD academy are coming up and with that members of the Avengers have come to observe the next potential heroes. Some are more promising than others.

Requested by @idk123906​

Word Count: 2k

A/N: it should be known my life is basically just uni and My Hero Academia at the moment so writing about someone with powers I was like finally my time has come even though I literally write for Marvel but yea i don’t know what happened here but enjoy

What should I have for dinner?

I need to work on my left hook.

This is pointless, I know all of this already.

I shouldn’t be here, I should be up in the big leagues already.

Why the fuck is she staring at me?

God she’s so annoying.

Her combat skills are awful. She’s going to lose.

You stood at the edge of the mat, your fists by your side and your knees bent ready to leap forward if need be.

I’m going to destroy her.

Your opponent stared back at you from the otherside of the mat. He smirked, almost as if he was looking forward to the fight even though it was nearing the end of the training, this had to be at least his fifth sparring match, it was your sixth and final one.

“You’re going down,” he growled.

This will be a short one.

Your shoulders laxed for a moment at the voice. Not because it relaxed you, but because it was the nail in the coffin. Having the voice of the Black Widow in your head telling you she knows you’ll lose is never very motivating. 

It was the second to last week of training at the new SHIELD academy and there was so much tension in the air that it could be cut with a knife. Exams were the end of next week and nobody knew what the practical was going to be like.

There were no friends left, sure the cliques still moved in groups together, but once they stepped onto the mats it was you vs them no matter who you versed.

The final week also meant that sessions were being supervised by the best of the best. Natasha Romanoff a.k.a Black Widow had been present every day so far, today Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes and Sam Wilson were all present along with her.

They’d be here all day, watching, observing, even taking notes every now and then. And you had to spend the entire day listening to what they really thought about your fellow classmates as well as yourself. All thanks to your own powers of telepathy. You blocked it out mainly, or tried to at least, wearing headphones or focusing your mind on specific sounds and voices. Sometimes it wasn’t easy to ignore and sometimes it was tactical to hear what people were thinking around you.

Right hook

You dodged the attack as your feet moved swiftly to the side and you ducked under his swing. He always planned his moves in his head.

What the fuck?! Playing hard to get huh bet she can’t do it twice.

You couldn’t, he swung his leg and kicked you square in the back as you tried to regain your footing. 

She needs to work on her spacial awareness.

A new voice, one you had heard plenty of today. Your gaze peered to the Avengers standing to the side as you turned to your opponent. Natasha was shaking her head as she typed on her tablet. Bucky looked like he’d taken the hit himself as he cringed “rookie mistake”. Sam appeared unfazed. Steve Rogers, his stare was directly on you and it was obvious it was you he was thinking about. So you decided to take his advice.

Looking at the space around you you noticed that even though your opponent had the brute force and his combat far outclassed yours he’d made a mistake. In charging towards you he’d put himself at the edge of the ring. You had space all around you to move and dodge, if you kept him against the outer rim you may have a shot. 

So you moved, you stepped around and he followed your movement to try and read your attack. You kept him at the outer rim.

But he lunged again and then you were scuffling on the ground trying to get him off of you. He out-skilled you, he was stronger and bigger and you didn’t have a chance. 

How’d she get into this program?

You huffed and continued to try and kick him off as you heard Steve’s voice again. A scream and a punch but he’d already swung you out of the ring. You lost. Again. 

She’s not going to make it. - Steve

She’ll never survive. - Bucky

Disappointing really, with that power. - Sam

I wouldn’t want her on my team. - Natasha

You pulled yourself up from the floor, your blood boiling as you cursed yourself and stormed towards your bag, your sessions were done you didn’t exactly feel like sticking around for the last of them to be done. 

“Hey!” The deep voice called after you and your steps stopped as the Steve Rogers came to stand before you in all his glory. “I just wanted to tell you good try out there, you’re not always going to win them but you can learn from them. If you wanted I have some pointers that might help you?” 

You need it.

“Thank you, I appreciate it but I think I’ve got this, I’m fine really,” you answered and tried to step around him but he was just so massive it was hard to avoid hitting his shoulder on the way past. 

Won’t even take help when she obviously needs it

There was three hours until the final exam now. You’d trained every day, into the early hours in the morning in the gym to late night runs around the facility. None of it felt enough when you couldn’t even get out the voices of your peers and teachers saying how you were never going to make it; that you weren’t good enough. Captain America had made an appearance at every session since the first day and his voice was the loudest.

She needs to work on her agility

So you trained your agility that night to prove him wrong.

Her hits are weak

So you went through three punching bags over one night to perfect them. 

Your body was exhausted, your mind was empty after the written exam the day before. The final exam was before you and finally it had been revealed what you would be doing, a fight, one fight, one sparring session, verses the Avengers best hand to hand combat members. 

Clint Barton. Natasha Romanoff. Steve Rogers. Sam Wilson. Bucky Barnes. Three students to each and you were peered with none other than Steve. Even worse, you were his last one. 

Because Steve and Bucky were enhanced they would be wearing restraints that lessened their strength against their opponents. There was a pattern for who they were paired with. Clint was peered with those that were highest in agility skills. Natasha worked with the top three students. Bucky was with the ones who had explosive or dangerous mutated powers. Sam was with the ones who preferred the long tactical fights. Steve was classed with the ones who had strength mutated powers...except you, you should have been with Clint or Sam but you were peered with Steve and you had no idea why. 

You’d avoided all of the heroes for the past week, the closer they got the louder their voice was and you couldn’t deal with the hit to your mental state or motivation at a time like this. There as no avoiding them now though. 

Saving the easiest for last, he’s getting lazy. - Bucky

I can’t believe I have to stick around for this, it’ll be over by the time I reach the door. - Sam

I wonder if she uses it during combat? - Steve

You tilted your head at him but shook it off. It was well known what all of your powers were. It was also known how difficult it was to use telepathic powers in combat, you weren’t like Scarlett Witch, you couldn’t get inside someone’s head you could only hear their voices and even then if their guard was up sometimes it was hard.

Shake hands. Step back. The bell rings and Steve doesn’t attack. 

I haven’t seen her hit first.

He wants you to? 

Don’t drag this out for the fun of it you idiot. - Natasha.

That was it. Your blood boiled and your anger took over. You charged for Steve but he dodged you easily until you were leaping onto his bent leg to hoist yourself over his shoulders and to his other side, an elbow between his shoulder blades to send him away from you. 

Why doesn’t she do that in training?

“Because no one here has the same stance as you do.” You bite back at him and he loses his focus for a second, just enough for you to send a kick his way but not long enough for him not to catch your leg afterwards. 

“So you do use your power during combat then,” he smiled. God just get it over with, if you didn’t want this job so fucking bad you’d let him beat you immediately but you had to prove yourself. You had to prove your worth to him, to the rest of the Avengers and to all your classmates that actually you did deserve to be here. You had every right to be here just like everyone else. 

The two of you went back and forth for what felt like hours but was only a couple minutes, even with the restraints Steve still hit hard. He didn’t give you an opening, not one that you could find, he was too quick, at this point you were just running out the clock...too bad there’s no timer. 

Can you communicate back?

You shook your head, to answer his question and it gave you time to try and catch your breath. 

You really want this? You’ve improved a lot this past week.

Your scowl was ever prominent on your face as his comment reminded you of every fucking, you landed a punch, comment, then a kick to his left side that was left open, that came from him and his friends. 

Do you only hear your opponents thoughts?

“No.” Steve stood straight, he was sweating, you were both covered in it, your breathing heaving and your voice ice cold towards him.

What the fuck is going on? - Bucky

They didn’t know what you were saying but you kept talking to him and he wasn’t saying a word, they must have guessed you were using your power but this was an exam for christ’s sake you’re meant to be fighting.

“I hear them all, I don’t often have a choice in it,” you told him, you were so close to being done, you didn’t think your body could take it much longer, one more hit and you would be down for the count. 

I’m sorry. I’ve been underestimating you this entire time. 

Your eyes blurred. You used to look up to the Captain, you used to want to work alongside him, to follow in his footsteps but you weren’t so sure anymore. He and his friends took one look at you and decided you weren’t cut out for it. You let out a laugh as you and Steve went back to throwing attacks and attempting to dodge one another. This is how villains are made, this is why they say never meet their heroes. 

You can’t go much longer.

You gritted your teeth. FUCK OFF you wanted to yell at him. You were the one with telepathic powers but he was the one reading you. 

You’ve already passed you know. 

“It’s not about passing anymore though.” He quirked an eyebrow as you leaped behind him and caught him in an arm bar. “I deserve to be here.” He didn’t answer you, somehow through pushing and pulling he got out and in the process you were thrown out of bounds. You punched at the ground and groaned, as long as you walk out of this room on your own accord that was okay, then you can go straight to the nurse and pass the fuck out. 

“You do. But you’re not ready to be out there yet.”

Part Two: Vigilante

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A Soul to Mend His Own | Ch. 44

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Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Will tag as I go along, Will update tags, Slow Burn, Influenced by Star Trek and other Sci-Fi themes, References to We Happy Few, Tons of References and quotes to George Orwells 1984 see if you can find them all, The First Order is the new Big Brother,  but who is really surprised, Blatant Nazi Symbolism, Interrogation Themes, Eventual Smut, Eventual Romance, Really just drawn out Slow Burn, Don’t repost without permission, Torture themes, Suggestive Themes, Execution themes, Disturbing Themes, Implied/Referenced Abuse, Verbal Abuse, Controlling Kylo Ren, Physical Abuse, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Kylo Ren is Not Nice, Kylo Ren Has Issues, Supreme Leader Kylo Ren, Possessive Kylo Ren

A Kylo Ren x Modern! Reader in a soulmate au with some canon divergence. —————————————SLOWBURN————————————–

He is already the Supreme leader, searching the universe to find you, his Empress. Your name on his wrist has been the only constant in his life, while you have doubts about his existence and his acceptance of you. He isn’t in the database and why did the name Kylo Ren cover Ben Solo?

MASTERLIST

Chapter 44: Facing the Consequences

You awoke with pressure behind your ear. As you become more conscious you realized Kylo was leaving a love mark behind it, for whatever reason. “Ah, Kitten is awake. Good, I need to go to training.” He got up from behind you before pulling you up to do the same.

It was just as early as the other morning you had watched him train. You weren’t coherent enough for this, but he had said that he was going to keep an eye on you so that is what he intended on doing. You were a kitten on a leash or a songbird in a cage. You were attached to his hip.

You got up and got ready this time putting on a turtleneck and trousers in an attempt to hide his love marks. You did a subtle amount of makeup in an attempt to draw attention to your face and not the dark bruise behind your ear. When you came out of the bathroom Kylo hooked a finger in your collar while his lips grazed your cheek before whispering in your ear, “I know exactly what you are doing Kitten.” His finger then widens the opening of your neck while his lips dipped down to make one of your marks darker. His other hand came to squeeze your ass, “Mmm Kitten there is no time to play.”

He was telling you there was no time to play? He was the one obsessed with playing with you, you wanted to be left alone. He was the horny one, your spark mostly ignited when he kissed you or touch you in certain ways. Your body often betraying your brain.

Like the last time, you and he were to have breakfast after training. You were greeted by the lieutenant as usual. You all made your way to the room, the only real difference this time was the presence of Captain Phasma. You joined her and Hux on the outside of the circle. Phasma moved so they were now on either side of you.

Kylo and the knights proceeded to spar. He routinely glanced in your direction, you couldn’t tell if it was because he needed to make sure you were there or if it was because he was looking for something else. You made the conscious decision to ignore him.  

The lieutenant produced a cup of stimcaf for you without you having to ask. That man needed a pay raise, you thought as you brought the just right temp liquid to your lips.

You were the first to speak in your little group, “I have been tasked to choose a lady in waiting. And I have no idea how to do it.”

You watched the general who contemplated your predicament, but it was Phasma who spoke up first. “The girl from the shopping center. She seemed to be knowledgable enough about what you would need.”

Before you could respond the Hux asked, “what was her name?”

“Olivia-Rose Gordon,” responded Lieutenant Mitaka.

This caused Hux to look up something on his data pad, “She is 27, unmarried, matchless, no children, a clean record. She would be a good candidate.”

Your head was spinning. “I can’t just ask her to be my lady in waiting.”

“Why not,” asked Phasma.

“Because she might feel pressured to accept and then she will be trapped in space far from home,” the weight of your words not fully hitting you yet.

“I assure you m’lady she will not be trapped. She will be given one of the most prestigious positions in the galaxy. She will be able to travel with you and given many luxuries your planet cannot offer her.”

Your mind was frozen. You knew she would be trapped with you if you were to ask her, would it even be fair? Before you could respond Phasma spoke once more, “she seemed taken with you m’lady, and she seemed interested in the opportunity to travel, she asked about it during her registration.”

“Send someone out of uniform to ask her, I don’t want her to be pressured into it. If she says no, we will need to respect that.”

“As you wish m’lady,” responded the general who then seemed to type out the order on his data pad.

You then just all seem to watch the training, your mind drifted back to the horrifying thought that you will no longer be able to be home in a matter of minutes. That small rational part of your brain kept telling you that you will still be in the solar system for a few days. That you will still be home in a sense.

Your mind then drifted to all the memories you didn’t get to make, all of the Friday nights going out to the bars with Carter and Hayden, all of the birthdays with your nieces and nephews, all of the holidays back at your parents’ place. You had no idea when you would become empress so you had no idea when you would be able to come back, if at all.

If Kylo was any other man you could simply reason with him to end any sort of romantic relationship, and just be platonic matches. You could then be free, and not caged like you are now, but he wasn’t any other man, and your heart wouldn’t be able to take it. You had to face the fact that you loved him, as twisted as he was becoming you did love him.

Another thought drifted into your mind, who would he choose? You were allowed to pick one of your ladies-in-waiting but who would he choose? Did he already know her? Did you already know her? Come to think of it you had yet to ask the general what happened while you were gone. How did Kylo react?

“Tell me general, how did he react to my departure?”

“I was able to have the damage done to your chambers repaired before we returned, but just barely. There are still several communications terminals that need repairs, an entire squadron of ‘troopers are still recovering in the medical bay, as is that female officer,” his voice trailed off.

“Oh, no what did he do to her,” you ask.

“It wasn’t pleasant, to say the least, she has a broken clavicle, a fractured sternum, several cracked ribs, a dislocated shoulder, and broken femur.”

“Why did he do it,” you were concerned you had rather liked her.

“Several reasons apparently, in his eyes she failed to report that you were leaving, both the lieutenant and I had orders from you one way or another as to not tell him, she did not. She had taken a few pieces of jewelry while you were packing, and she has had a not so subtle infatuation with the Supreme Leader. This is not uncommon among some of the younger female officers. Especially if they have had the chance to see him without his helmet.”  

“Even if she did do all that she didn’t deserve to be beaten like that.”

“I say she got off better than execution,” replied Phasma. “She also attempted to seduce him once he cornered her.”

You felt as if you were not talking about the same sweet girl that helped you pack. “But she should have been demoted and reassigned, not have the crap beaten out of her.”

“I would have executed her,” commented Phasma.

You looked at her.

“What? It’s what I would have done,” she reasoned. Even through her helmet, you could hear that she was honestly telling the truth.

“I still feel bad, maybe I should go and apologize to her.”

“I don’t think that would be a wise decision m’lady. I also do not believe the Supreme Leader would allow it,” said Hux.

You frowned. Of course, he wouldn’t, but then again he would probably want to escort you so maybe it was for the best, not having him near her.

Kylo and the knights were wrapping up training, all of the high ranking officers done giving him their morning debriefings. Soon you would be at his will once more, following him wherever he pleased. He took your arm in his and took you back to your chambers.

You both ate breakfast before he got ready for the day, while he was in the shower Trudgen and Kuruk were waiting with you along with the lieutenant. You felt as if this was to tell you there would be no running away while he was busy. Once ready he informed you that he had one last meeting at the White House, to set up General Parnadee as the Commander of Earth.

You went about down the halls to the hangar where you were greeted by the large entourage of Hux, Parnadee, Phasma, Pyre and an escort of ‘troopers. Throughout the flight down to the surface Hux and Parnadee were discussing some of the importance of what she would be doing along with how many ‘troopers she would be expected to recruit initially.

The shuttle lands and you all depart. Kylo’s grip on your arm tightens and you feel the Force around you do too. No running. Even if you did have the chance to run, where would you run to?  

Your parents would send you back, as would Carter and Hayden. The education they had received would be sure of that. You had no idea what state of mind your siblings would be in but you were pretty sure they were in the same boat. The entire planet was in the same boat. Your ark. And it was your covenant with Kylo that would keep it afloat. Your covenant would end the floods, and the suffering they may receive.

Before you and Kylo enter the room the Hux asked to speak to you for a moment, and by you he meant both of you seeing as Kylo refused to let you go.

“M’lady we have received an answer to your inquiry from earlier this morning,” said Hux.

“We have,” you honestly didn’t expect an answer so soon.

“Yes, m’lady. She has agreed to take the position as your lady-in-waiting. She will join you tomorrow on your departure from the Steadfast to the Supremacy. I have made arrangements for everything she will need. One of our seamstresses will assist you with packing, the lieutenant was kind enough to make an itemized list of your purchases, and everything will be checked. After that, any other trip you shall take one of your ladies-in-waiting will help you prepare,” responded Hux.

Really, he was the one running things, making sure the whole First Order was together and operating with stellar efficiency. Whereas Kylo was the hammer that cracked down anytime he saw fit. He had others do the work, but he made sure those others were people that could do their jobs. Just as he was going to have you be his diplomat. He was an enforcer, a brute, a beast. You would be refined, tame, and calculated. You needed to keep a closer eye on the general to learn tips from him. He almost always knew when to bite back at Kylo and when to hold off, but you suppose it was because they have been doing this dance longer than you had, and he knew all the steps.

Kylo then had Hux enter the room and you were left alone in the hallway with him. A hand came to hook itself under your chin to bring your eyes to meet his, or rather where his were supposed to be under his helmet.

“You will behave yourself. Your people are to believe that Earth is completely under General Parnadee’s control and therefore my control. They are not to know exactly when we are leaving. You will remain quiet unless it is called upon you to speak, do I make myself clear Kitten?”

“Yes, you made yourself very clear, Kylo,” you respond. You could feel his grip on your chin tighten as you said his name. But you had an agreement that if he called you Kitten when you were alone that meant you could call him Kylo.

He released your chin only after his leather-clad thumb swept over your lips, if he wasn’t wearing the helmet he would have kissed you. You entered the room together, much seemed the same except for all the projectors seemed to have video conferences with all of your world’s major leaders, like a giant U.N. meeting. Upon your entrance, everyone stood and gave a weird sort of salute, and in unison said, “Long Live the Supreme Leader.”

All of the eyes of the world leaders looked different than from just over a week ago, they now looked dead. Their eyes had no life behind them, no soul. You were afraid, you were very afraid. Your ark was now tainted with sin, the devil had won. Your people were no longer your people anymore. You were alone in the galaxy.

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[stenbrozier]

Stomach Bug (Platonic!Scott Lang x Reader)

“Hey! If the requests are still open could you please please write a Scott Lang x reader? Best-friends to lovers kind of thing? Maybe the reader is sick and he gets jealous of another avenger taking care of her? I’m dying for more Scott x reader❤️” - @fanfictionedagain

Warnings: minor!Steve Rogers x Reader, jealousy + swearing

A/N: Admittedly, this is a bit sucky cause I haven’t even written for Scott, but ideally, with time I’ll get better at it and be able to hone in on his character. I also didn’t know how to organically transition to “lovers”, so they’re just best friends! Thank you so much for the request, by the way. I enjoyed writing it, and I hope you enjoy reading it 💙

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Staying with with the Avengers was probably the worst decision you had ever made, simply because you usually had to be by yourself for days when everyone was out You were still new to the team, trying to hone in your powers through training and sparing, but you couldn’t do that when you were alone. What didn’t help this week, especially since most of the Avengers were away, was that you had come down with a horrible stomach bug. Luckily for you, Steve was offered to not go on the mission and would come and hang out in your room with him since it wasn’t easy for him to get sick. He’d bring you food, rub your back if you threw up, and would cuddle you if you just needed some warmth.

“Everyone comes home by tomorrow, right?” you asked Steve quietly, snuggling into his side as your voice scratched inside your throat. Steve nodded, giving you a kiss on the forehead. “I can’t wait to see Scott.”

Steve chuckled. “I’m sure he’ll be excited to see you, too.” His phone rang, and he turned to you and gave you an apologetic smile. He talked for a bit, before sighting and turning to you after the phone was hung up. “They’re on their way home. I’m gonna go grab something for everyone for dinner. Will you be okay by yourself?”

“Just order something,” you whined, diving in against him to, your arms hooking around his waist. “Like pizzas or just wait until they get here or see what they want. You don’t have to be a housewife since you’re home.”

Steve rolled his eyes and smiled down at you. “Alright, alright. Just sleep, kid. You need to sleep so you can feel better.”

“I know,” you answered drowsily, closing your eyes and feeling complete silence take over as you fell into a deep sleep.

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You were awoken by the slamming of a door and billowing laughter. Steve wasn’t next to you anymore, and your stomach hurt just as bad as it did before you fell asleep. You stood up with a grunt, going to your door so that you could peer out and see who had shown up. You were situated on the first floor, right outside of the ginormous living space and where everyone congregated. When you opened it, you saw Steve standing there with his arms crossed talking to Bucky and Sam. They smiled at you when they saw you peer out, waving softly as you smiled back, wandering out to the rest of the Avengers. You saw Scott, and you ran to him as fast as you could without jolting your stomach. You wrapped your arms around him, his left arm securing itself around your waist as he planted a kiss to the top of your head.

“How ya feeling?” he asked gently, waving to Tony, whom he was talking to, before leading you back to your room. “You should stay in bed, Dear.”

You groaned softly, rolling your eyes as you looked at Steve who raised his eyebrows up and down at you. “Shut up, Steve.” Scott looked up at Steve noticing a small smile playing on his lips. An uncomfortable heat shot through Scott’s stomach, him not liking the way Steve eyed you as he lead you back to your room. He slammed the door loudly, causing you to jump and him to let out a small, huffed out apology. You went and laid down in your bed, making grabby hands at him so that he’d cuddle you. He shook his head.

“I’m gross,” he joked with a little smile. “Let me shower, then I’ll come back and cuddle with you okay?” You nodded softly, leaning up into the kiss he placed on your forehead. When he walked out of the room, Steve came in to sit next to you on the bed.

“Thanks for spending the past few days with me,” you said with a sniffle and a small smile. “I needed someone here.”

“I know you did,” he said calmly, pulling you close to give you a kiss on the cheek. You blushed at the action. “Want me time keep you warm until Scott gets here?” You nodded into his shoulder, laying your head down into the crook of his neck. He wrapped his arm around your waist. Your eyes grew heavy, his warmth lulling you into sleep.

You were awoken by your bedroom door opening, and you opened your eyes slightly to see Scott standing in the doorway with a scowl on his face. You felt Steve’s chest rise and fall slowly, indicating he was asleep. Scott sighed, averting his eyes to the ground with a small nod of his head. He looked back at you, walking out and shutting the door loud enough to wake up Steve. He groaned, stretching and tugging you closer to him with a squeeze of your waist. You yawned and stretched as well, grabbing at the air but rolling back in on yourself when you felt a lurch in your stomach. Steve noticed, sighing.

“I’ll grab Scott and tell him to bring you crackers,” he whispered hoarsely, rubbing his eyes and he staggered to the door in a tired stupor. You watched as he walked out the door, leaving it slightly ajar so that the hallway was visible. After a few minutes, you heard aggravated footsteps making their way down the hall. Scott appeared at the door, a sleeve of crackers in one hand, chicken noodle soup in the other. He placed it on the side table next to your side of the bed.

“Here’s your dinner,” he said softly, an edgy tone in his voice. Scott gave you a tight smile before walking towards the door. “Call for me if-“

“You’re not gonna stay?” you asked softly, hurt washing over you as you saw how adamant he looked about leaving. “I thought you missed me...” You trailed off as you sat up in bed slightly, grunting in pain at the movement in your abdomen. At your groan of discomfort, Scott was immediately at your side.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled as he climbed next to you in bed. “Steve is just...Steve being able to stay with you made me really fucking angry.” You furrowed your eyebrows as you picked up the soup, holding it gingerly as you took a spoonful into your mouth. “It’s just...I wanted to help you.”

“Well, now that you’re here you can,” you said with a mouthful of soup, your hand covering your mouth so nothing would spill out. “It’s okay, you don’t have to be jealous. “

He blushed and rolled his eyes. “I’m not jealous. It’s just that you’re my best friend and I want to help you. Don’t need you falling in love with Mister Captain America.” You hit him in the chest, laughing a little as you opened the sleeve of crackers. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding.”

“I’m glad you’re safe,” you said softly, watching as he turned on your TV to put on a movie. “I don’t know what I would’ve done if you didn’t come back.” Scott scoffed playfully, leaning over to kiss your cheek.

“I’ll always come back,” he said confidently. “The day I don’t is the day that we both don’t cause I’ll be with you until the end.”

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[cautious-creation]

“Ensign.” “Commander.”

Fandom & Character: Star Trek:Voyager, Commander Chakotay

Pairing(s): Chakotay x 1st person female y/n

Word/page count: 3300ish words, 3.5 pages

CW/TW: fluff, superior officer x subordinate relationship, past loss of a grandparent, discussion of grief, power dynamic

Summary: an ensign and her commander fall in love in the Delta quadrant

“Ensign.” he walked into the lab, holding what I assumed was the information I needed,

”Commander?” it didn’t make much sense for him to come down to the lab to deliver it. He looked up from the data and gave me a smile in greeting, which put me at ease; at least there didn’t seem to be anything wrong. I returned the smile.

“I’ve got that data from Seven.” he handed me the data.

“Thank you, sir,” I turned in my seat back to my work station, “you really didn’t need to come down here, I was about to head to astrometrics.”  he leaned against the work station beside me, looking at another information pad he’d brought with him.

“Captain’s in command and I needed a break from the bridge. I’ve heard about how quiet it is down here this time of day.” he dismissed.

“That’s why I prefer this shift, sir.” he paused from his work, looking at me.

“You don’t need to be so formal, ensign. After two years stuck in the delta quadrant together I’d think we could all benefit from being a little more casual.” I chuckled.

“I’ll try. It’s become a bit of a habit. Early in my starfleet career I was told I had a tendency to speak a little too casually, particularly with senior officers. I had to… re-train… myself. I seemed to have unintentionally made a few officers feel disrespected.” I smiled, reminiscing.

He nodded in agreement, “I’ve always found it a little problematic, some senior officers seem to use it to stroke their egos.” I laughed,

“That was part of my problem.” he laughed with me. “I understand why it’s necessary, but some people take it too far and it gets in the way of strong relationships being formed by the crew.” he smiled, seeming to admire my perspective.

“I’m glad I came down here. I think we could have some very interesting conversations.” 

I nodded “I think so too.” 

He pushed off of the work bench, “I need to head back to the bridge, good luck with that assessment, ensign.” he headed for the door, giving a nod for farewell.

“Thank you… commander.” he gave me a smirk as he walked out the door. I grinned, turned back to my console to put that luck to use.

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“Well, my professor for xenosociology seemed to have a burning hatred for students like me, who actually question things, so I decided to move to xenobiology and that ended up expanding out to botany, neurology, anatomy, I almost took a psychology course. That professor made me never want to take a sociology course again, and yet, I still keep on looking into it myself.” Chakotay and I both smiled fondly at the memories of our respective experiences at Starfleet academy.

“Considering the horror stories I’ve heard from some of my Maquis friends, I had smooth sailing through my days at the academy. Sociology is fascinating, but I’ve always loved anthropology.” 

“Anything else for you two?” Neelix came past our table, gathering our used dishes. It was something he tends to do when he’s trying to ‘subtly’ listen in on people’s conversations. He’d been doing it a lot when Chakotay and I had meals together.

“I’m alright thanks.” I looked at Chakotay, he shook his head,

“Thank you, Neelix.” Neelix gave a small nod and left the table.

I waited for Neelix to leave earshot before I spoke again.

“I think he might be spying on us.” I leaned forward and spoke in a playful whisper.

He chuckled “I’ve been told that our… association has become a subject of gossip among the crew.”

We smiled at each other.

“Well, aren’t they presumptuous.” he shook his head in amusement looking down at the table.

When he looked up, our gazes locked on one another. Everything around us seemed to go quiet. I tilted my  head to the side, a furrowed brow and slight smile on my face. He’s a handsome man, charming too. So kind and gentle, righteous, patient. A good man.

Subconsciously, my hand dragged along the table until the backs of my fingers touched the back of his hand. He hooked his index finger over mine. It was practically a ‘pinky swear’. Just that little bit of physical contact felt like so much. It was a good feeling. I looked down at our hands and sighed.

“Are you alright?” his question drew my gaze back to his now concerned expression. I gave a lazy smile and slowly nodded.

“I just… “ I decided to take a risk, “Why don’t we have dinner in my quarters this evening? There’s a family recipe I’ve been meaning to try and I could use the excuse to finally do it.” a small, thoughtful frown crossed his face as he looked at our hands.

“No obligation, commander. Just an option. I’ve put it off this long, and the recipe isn’t going anywhere.” I spoke softly.

“Actually, I was just thinking about timing. My shift ends at twenty hundred hours, yours starts at… oh three hundred?” I nodded, “That doesn’t give you much time to sleep.” his concern was sweet.

“I can manage with four to five hours.”

He beamed at me “Then, ensign, I accept your invitation.” 

I smiled. I couldn’t deny I was excited for this dinner. All our meals so far had been in the mess hall. I’d started to get uncomfortable with all the glances we’d get. Perhaps it’s a bit odd for an ensign and a ship’s first officer to spend so much time together, or to be so close with one another; but it’s not as if we’d been doing anything unsavoury and definitely nothing that would go against regulations. Little goes unnoticed on a ship like this and whatever gossip may be circulating is milked dry very quickly; any new material is quickly scavenged upon. I didn’t want to risk Chakotay’s reputation or even his position. Nothing unbecoming a Starfleet officer.

It would be nice to spend some off duty time together away from prying eyes. We’d come to enjoy each other’s company, and Chakotay was right, our conversations were quite interesting.

He was taking a sip of his coffee when Tuvok called him to the bridge. He excused himself, saying he’d see me later, I wished him luck on the bridge and went back to the novel I’d been reading. Neelix came by soon after Chakotay left, not-so-subtly prying into the nature of our relationship. I played dumb, not falling for any of his sneaky questions. It was amusing to watch him getting progressively more frustrated, my form of justice for his intrusion.

-

I spent that afternoon napping and cooking. At nineteen hundred hours I showered and changed out of my uniform. I couldn’t decide what to wear so I ended up putting on a fresh uniform, sans jacket. I spent probably more energy than I ought to on decisions like what tablecloth to use, candles or no candles, wine or no wine and I decided to only dim the lights slightly. I didn’t want to push it, we hadn’t defined the nature of our relationship, I’d prefer to go too platonic than too romantic.

Five minutes after twenty hundred hours my doorbell chimed and Chakotay presented me with a bottle of wine.

“Oh, fantastic. I couldn’t decide if I should open a bottle.” he smiled and I stepped aside to let him in. He’d clearly just come from the bridge. His uniform made him look quite dapper, but I could tell he was fatigued from his duty shift.

“So, what’s this family recipe you’ve been so excited about? It smells amazing.” he approached the dishes of food on the table.

“How about you sort out the wine while I dish up?” I handed him the bottle and a corkscrew, then moved to the table to give him the story.

“My great aunt gave me instructions for green beans, creamed spinach and butternut puree. The bread is my paternal grandfather’s sourdough recipe; a lot of research and development went into that one; and my uncle taught us the trick of dipping bread in a shallow bowl of balsamic vinegar and olive oil. There’s a tradition that I think my dad started, to fry or grill sticks of halloumi cheese and season them with lemon.” Chakotay had poured the wine and sat in the chair opposite me. I placed a plate in front of him and sat down to mine.

“It might not be the most cohesive meal but together it reminds me of home.” there was a pause, an unprompted moment of silence for those we were so far away from.

He lifted his glass, “To… our families back home, and the one we have right here on Voyager.” I smiled. The crisp sound of the glasses touching split the hum of the ship for a moment. Such a beautifully wholesome sentiment.

“How’s the bridge, commander?” I tore some bread and dipped it into the oil vinegar mix.

“The bridge is just fine, ensign. No alien contact, no helm challenges, refreshingly quiet. How about the lab?” he took a forkful of butternut.

“We’ve been getting some momentum on that analysis. Surprisingly, there’s been a lot of data to sift through. The sample turned out to be far more interesting than we thought it would be.” he nodded,

“That’s good news.” I took a sip of my wine, “Now, enough about work. How’s life?” 

I chuckled, “Life is work and work is life here on Voyager, commander.” he shook his head, amused.

‘Ensign’ and ‘commander’ had become our pet names for each other, an inside joke that he and I shared. With all the prying ears and eyes it was fun to have something they didn't understand, and it helped us to seem more professional with each other for the sake of those concerned or bothered by the relationship Chakotay and I had developed.

“I’m glad we could have dinner without spectators for once.” I nodded, agreeing. It had started to feel invasive.

“It’s kind of unsettling to have everyone watching and listening to us. I get that it’s a small ship but surely that doesn’t mean we’re no longer allowed at least a little bit of privacy.”

“You’d think a crew of Starfleet officers would have a little more discretion than this.”

I scoffed playfully, “at least we haven’t been getting much commentary from our colleagues.”

“The captain said something this morning,” I frowned

“She did?” he nodded

“It wasn’t about us specifically, but the implication was there.”

“What did she say?”

“Something along the lines of being sensitive to the consequences of specific relationships within the crew, considering that we’ll all be stuck with each other on Voyager for a long time to come.”

“I’m impressed, an approach like that to a situation like this takes a lot of finesse on the captain’s part. But I’m not surprised, we’re ‘stuck’ out here with one of the wisest Starfleet captains I know.” He nodded. I could see how he admired her.

“I can’t think of another captain who would’ve been able to keep Voyager going this long out here in the Delta quadrant.” I agreed.

“You know who else’s work out here has been exemplary?” I decided to lighten the mood, “Harry Kim. If it was up to me he’d be a full fledged lieutenant by now.” Chakotay seemed amused,

“His work has been exemplary.” The sentiment was sincere.

“You haven’t done too badly yourself, commander.” His smile was small and bashful.

There was a moment or two of silence and we continued eating.

-

“You must’ve used a week of replicator rations on this.” he sat on the couch, taking the mug of tea I handed him.

“Only two days, actually. The beans and spinach were from the airponics bay. I used some of a weird bulbous vegetable Neelix had in storage to stretch the butternut I replicated and he had some Talaxian spices close enough to imitate cinnamon, cloves and nutmeg. I replicated the flour for the bread but yeast was a bit more difficult to get my hands on. The halloumi I had to replicate.”

“What about the lemon juice?” I chuckled.

“Six months into Neelix’s cooking I decided we needed some citrus so I grafted cuttings of about five different plants. We’ve ended up with limes, lemons, grapefruit, blood orange and an oddly bitter variety of Bolian tangerine. Neelix seems to get quite excited whenever I tell him the franken-tree has yielded another fruit. Which is rare because of how small it still is. Fortunately, citrus keeps well. The lemon I used tonight was in storage for about a month and a half.” Chakotay smiled.

“I think that citrus franken-tree is  one of your greatest achievements yet in terms of crew morale.” I chuckled,

“It’s definitely been one of the more challenging undertakings I’ve had while on Voyager.”

“You put a lot of effort into this meal.” I shrugged,

“I couldn’t have done it without Neelix’s help.” I frowned, “And it’s something I’d been needing to do for myself, a little bit of self-care. I’m glad I could share it with someone.” I looked up at him. I was glad that I had him to share the experience with.

“I’m honoured to have been allowed to share this meal with you.” His sincere smile put me at ease. I placed my mug of tea on the coffee table in front of me and leaned back into the couch.

“I’ve been missing home a lot recently. I guess the anniversary of my grandmother’s death hit me harder than I expected.” he took my hand in his, 

“You could have said something.” I responded to his concerned expression with a sad smile and looked down at our joined hands.

“I wanted to try working through it myself. I thought it would last a couple of days and I’d be back to normal.” my gaze became distant as I thought back

“Her leg of lamb stew was legendary. Not even my aunt could recreate it. She’d been cooking it on the day she died.” a small forlorn crease grazed my brow, “Two months after she died, I think it was on her birthday, it was taken out of cold storage and we all sat down to eat the last meal she ever made. It was… almost like a last goodbye. There was such a finality to that meal. I was only nine years old.” a single tear ran down my cheek, Chakotay gave my hand a comforting squeeze, “Her death changed my whole world view.”

“In what way?” His gentle question refocused my gaze. I shook my head slightly.

“I don’t remember.” It was true, but I knew for certain that I wouldn’t have grown into the person I had become if it wasn’t for her influence on my life, as well as the influence of her death.

“She meant a lot to you. I’m not surprised things didn’t just go back to normal for you after two days.” I smiled fondly and sighed, looking up and seeing his caring expression,

“Thank you for having this dinner with me.” he smiled softly,

“Of course. I’m glad I did.”

We sat for a while, my thoughts starting to gather again.

“A while back I programmed a traditional malva pudding recipe into the replicator data banks, well, our family recipe. Would you care for a piece?”

“I have no idea what it is, but I’m willing to try it.” I chuckled, getting up and heading to the replicator.

“It’s a traditional South African dish. My version is a bit different from what you’d find described in an historical database,” I sat back down with two plates of the syrup laced pound cake type dessert.

“Usually it’s served with custard or ice cream, but I think that just dulls the flavour.” one bite and a smile spread onto my face.

“I haven’t ever had anything like this. You’ll have to give me the recipe.” I shook  my head.

“Sorry, commander, that’s a family secret.” he chuckled.

“I might just have to order you to, ensign.” I laughed at him.

“Good luck with that, Chakotay.” it was a little startling to both of us to hear me call him by name, before that, I never had. That sounds bizarre, but it’s true.

“Chakotay,” it still sounded odd, my plate made a thud against the coffee table “I think we need to talk about some things.” he nodded, placing his plate down beside mine.

I took a deep breath. My chest tightened in anxiety. I wasn’t quite sure what to say. I knew we needed to address some things about our relationship but I feel like I couldn’t quite describe them.

“I… “ I looked down trying to find the words, “we need to discuss… ‘us’, the nature of our relationship. What we… want out of this relationship, where we see it progressing. How we respond to the crew and commanding officers about… this.” he held my fidgeting hands in his and flashed me a soft, concerned smile.

“Well, I believe we’ve come to be close friends.” the smile that responded tried to hide my slight disappointment, “But, as for what I see in the future of our relationship… “ he looked down at our hands, “That’s a little more… sensitive.”

I gave an empathetic smile and chuckled, “I know the feeling.”

He sighed. “I care about you, a lot.”

“And I you.” I gave a small smile.

“I’d absolutely be happy to continue as friends,” he locked eye contact, searching for my thoughts, “but I’d hoped we could work towards a romantic relationship.” I grinned. I couldn’t describe the relief that I felt.

“Me too.” he beamed back at me and almost seemed to blush.

One of his hands released mine and came to the side of my face, my now free hand lay on his chest, beside his neck, against the undershirt exposed by his unfastened jacket. The warmth of his body against my skin brought a slight flush to my face. His thumb padded over my cheek. My fingers fiddled with the pips on his collar.

I looked up at his handsome face, his gentle, calming eyes focused on mine.  My fingers itched to trace along the lines gracing the skin around his left brow bone, cheek bone and temple. He was frustratingly close to me. I so badly wanted to reach out and touch those dimples that smiled at me. His eyes enthralled me. 

I took another risk, letting my other hand rise to meet his face, the tips of my fingers lightly dragged along his tattoo. He seemed to sigh into my touch, which made a contented smile cross my face. My heart fluttered, I felt so peaceful.

“I don’t think you’ve told me, why the tattoo?” he smiled.

“My father. He wore it to honour our culture, I wear it to honour him.” my heart swelled.

“That’s so pure.” he chuckled bashfully. I gave him a thoughtful smile.

“You’re a good guy, Chakotay.”

“I don’t think I’ve heard you say my name before today. I like the way it sounds when you do.” it was my turn to blush.

“Chakotay, what are we gonna do about this?” I chuckled. My palm settled against his cheek.

“Well, what I would like to do about it, is to kiss you.” how suave, I’d been smiling every few seconds that evening, now was no exception.

“I’m not quite there yet, Chakotay.” I liked the way it sounded too, “I hope this can tide you over for now.” I leaned forward and placed a lingering kiss on his cheek.

“I’ll hold out for you.” he took my face in his hands and gave an equally gentle kiss to my forehead. My hands rested on his shoulders. A gleeful smile spread across my lips.

#Star Trek #Star Trek:Voyager #Chakotay #commander chakotay #fanfiction #fanfic

[holylulusworld]

I don’t like you but stay

Summary: James ‘Bucky’ Barnes is the newest addition to the Avengers. Trying to help his friend settle in Steve asks his friend and the teams moral support to help him with unknown consequences.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader, Steve x Reader (platonic), Sam Wilson, Natasha Romanoff, Bruce Banner, Wanda Maximoff

Warnings: angst, language, Bucky being a douche, arguments, fights, violence, angry Bucky, tension, possessive Bucky

Takes place after Endgame. Everyone is happy and alive. No one got hurt...

“You could at least try, Buck.” Steve tries once again.

“They don’t like me and I’m not a team player…not for a long time.”

“But Sam helped us back then, just like Wanda and Clint. We fought together against Thanos, it’s only one dinner. Come with me and eat with the team. Y/N will be there too. You know, my best friend.”

“A doll is your best friend now, huh?”

“She’s not a doll, more like our moral support. Y/N listens to us after a hard mission or if we have problems.”

“A goddamn psychologist or more therapist? No way I let her rummaging in my brain. I’ve got enough of people trying to trick my mind or manipulate me, Stevie.”

“Buck, calm down. She doesn’t want to manipulate you in any way. She’s a friend and I want you to visit her once a week. That’s an order Sergeant.” Steve says full Captain now.

“Fine, Captain. But I will not talk to that woman.”

“Then go to her and just sit in her chair but you will visit her.”

“Fine.”

“Fine.”

----

“How is Steve’s friend?” You ask.

“Unfriendly.” Nat chuckles. “Ruined my bikini figure by shooting me.”

“That was years ago, and he wasn’t himself.” Bruce throws in.

“Says the guy with the temper problems.” Sam chuckles.

“Guys, I wanted to know how he is now. Not his time during the Hydra crap. It’s awful this happened to him.”

“Honestly we do not know much about him, except he’s a great fighter and Cap’s friend. I mean he’s not hanging out with us at all. Always stays in his room or trains with Cap.” Sam says, and you nod.

“Thought so. That’s the reason Steve asked me for advice. Jesus this will be a hard piece of work.”

“He’s not a bad man. I could read his emotions and he’s torn and hurt.” Wanda says.

“I guess so. After all, he’s been through. I mean being a puppet to someone must be awful. Waking up and everything you know and love is gone is the worst.” You whisper. Lost in thoughts you barely recognize the man standing behind your back.

“The puppet just arrived.” Bucky spats and you sigh.

“Be nice, Buck,” Steve warns.

“Why? She called me a puppet.”

“I said that being a puppet must’ve been awful. I showed compassion.” You say turning around to face Steve’s friend.

Angry blue eyes stare back at you. You never saw more beautiful eyes at a man. Steve has blue eyes too, but this man is beating him without any effort. The soft brown hair frames his handsome face and you can’t stop looking at his lips.

“Got nothing else to justify your speech?” Bucky mutters.

“Hell, I didn’t hold a speech. I…forget it. I’m sorry if you got it wrong. I was just asking how you are doing. Hi, I’m Y/N, a friend of Steve.”

“A therapist without any compassion.” The blue-eyed man snaps at you and anger is boiling up inside of you. Seeing you rolling your shoulders and your body go stiff Steve plants a hand on your shoulder.

“Just breathe…he didn’t mean it that way. You know you can’t…not yet.” Steve says and you narrow your eyes.

“Fine by me, let’s eat then. Wanda and I cooked for all of you. Including our new member.” You say and Bucky scoffs.

“Won’t eat a bite of anything that doll cooked.”

“Then starve to death, Jamesy.” You chuckle.

----

Around one week later…first appointment…

“Why is there no chair or stuff…only a couch?”

“I like to get comfortable while talking to people. I’m not your therapist. We are not in my office this is my room. I invited you to talk to me, but you don’t have to. There are books and newspapers.” You say to lighten the mood.

“I won’t talk to you doll, no matter which kind of trick you will use.”

“I will not force you to anything, James. If you just want to sit over there it’s fine by me. I’ll answer some emails and stuff then.” You say opening your laptop. Seeing you and Steve as your wallpaper Bucky narrows his eyes.

“Are you fucking Stevie?” He mutters.

“Steve and I are only friends. There’s no physical attraction between us.”

“Lesbian or blind?”

“Huh?”

“Have you seen Steve? He’s Captain America.”

“I know that Steve is very attractive and most of the woman want a physical relationship with him too, but like Wanda and Nat, I’m not into him that way. We are friends since he came back. I helped him find a way to live in this for him new world. I would never risk our friendship for sex.”

“So, you would fuck him?”

“I do not like the word fuck…James. I’m not someone who has one-night stands.”

“Prude then?” He asks again.

“Neither prude nor a whore. Are we done talking about me and my sex life? Steve and I are friends. He’s into someone else, by the way, so if you want to talk about something start with your life.” You grunt.

“I like sex, I’m not prude.” James chuckles and you roll your eyes.

“Yeah. I get it.”

----

“Anything? Did he open up?” Steve asks.

“If you mean asking me about you and me and if we fuck, then yes, Steve. He opened up.” You mutter.

“Seriously? He asked if we…uh.”

“I told him we do not have sex. Don’t worry. Also, I told him I don’t like the word fuck.”

“Same.” Your friend stammers shaking his head. “Why did he ask you?”

“Saw the wallpaper on my laptop.”

“I see.”

----

Three weeks, James. If you do not want to talk about anything it’s fine by me. I’ll call Steve and tell him you are…whatever.” You groan while Bucky continues throwing knives at your books.

“Can you stop this? These books are rare. First editions. Stop ruining my books.” You yell now and Bucky starts grinning.

“That so? Do not look rare to me. Just old paper, doll.”

“If you throw one more knife at my books I’ll call Steve right now and tell him you can not attend any mission for the next months. How does that sound to you Bucky?” You mutter and he narrows his eyes. Searching your face, he licks his lips and throws a knife into the nearby wall.

“What the fuck!” You yell.

“Ah, you said fuck, doll.” Bucky teases and you want to strangle him.

“You threw a knife into my wall, you idiot! I can’t believe I promised Steve to help you. What a waste of time and energy. Could have good sex right now instead I’m trapped in this nightmare.” You groan falling onto the couch.

“Good sex? You…seriously.”

“As if you would know how to satisfy a woman.”

“I know how to fuck a girl to make her scream, doll!”

“Sure. That’s the reason you are hiding in your room since you came here. Just like in Wakanda you stay to yourself. No visitors or friends come around. You are one poor and lonely boy trying to get Steve’s attention.”

“I don’t need to listen to your stupid babbling,” Bucky yells storming out of the office.

“Finally, a reaction. I can work with that.” You say to yourself.

----

“How long do I have to come here.” He groans after two minutes.

“Until Steve says otherwise, or we killed each other.” You retort too tired to fight today.

Closing your eyes, you try to ignore the man staring at you. You can’t see it, but his blue eyes are searching your face.

“Why are you so silent today?”

“None of your concern.” You sigh.

“Tell me and I’ll tell you something too.”

“I do not trust you.”

“Pinky promise.”

“Fine, I was seeing this guy for some weeks. We had a few dates and I started liking him.”

“Was the sex bad?”

“Dunno. We didn’t have sex so far. I was busy with my job, the Avengers…you. I haven’t seen him for two weeks, so I called him and he acted like he’s busy. What he didn’t know was that I was in front of his house. I wanted to surprise him and then…”

“Then what doll? Don’t hook me on a story and don’t continue it.” Bucky mutters.

“I saw him with the waitress of the restaurant we were eating at during our last date. He almost choked on her tongue. Grabbed her ass and more.”

“So, he had fun. What’s the problem?”

“Only a guy can ask you something like that. I started liking him. If a woman does like you she imagines things…a future with you. We don’t see just a potential sex partner. We see marriage, children, a home…”

“Sex?”

“Yeah, dammit, Barnes, sex too. But first of all, I thought he likes me but obviously, he did not. He was just another asshole trying to get in my pants. Satisfied?”

“Hmm…” Angrily clenching his jaw Bucky decides to pay your friend a visit.

“Will you tell me something now?” You ask.

“I ate pancakes and strawberries for breakfast.” Bucky chuckles and your eyes widen.

“I can’t believe I opened up to you only for you to make fun of me.” You yell. This time you are the one storming out of the room.

----

“This won’t work Steve. I’m trying to make him open up for six months now and honestly, I’m done. He’s making fun of me. Lies…”

“Lies?” Steve asks.

“He made a pinky promise if I tell him something personal he will do so too. I told him, but he didn’t keep his promise. Told me what he ate for breakfast. I’m done, Steve. Let him go on missions or not. I really don’t care. You know him better than I do…I just can’t do this any longer. I’m sorry for letting you down.” You sigh.

Moving his arms around you Steve gently plants a kiss to your hair. What you both can’t see is the angry look on Bucky’s face and the jealousy welling up his stomach.

----

The next sessions Bucky never shows up, so you decide to tell Steve you did your best. After the little breakdown, you promised to give his friend another chance but obviously, he doesn’t want it.

Leaving the room to finally meet up with Nat to go on a shopping trip you bump into Bruce staring at you with wide eyes.

“You okay? Do you need my help, Bruce?”

“I think James needs your help. His hand is bloody, and he doesn’t want to tell me why he’s injured. Looks like he hit someone, but he refuses to talk to me.”

“Okay. Calm down, breathe.”

“I’m not going to ‘hulk around’ right now. I’m just worried about Steve’s friend. I would’ve asked Cap but he’s away.”

“On a mission with Tony and Clint, I know. Let’s go then.”

----

“Will you tell me why your hand is bloody and your knuckles almost broken?” You ask.

“…”

Sighing you shake your head. He even refused to let anyone clean the wounds.

“Listen I know you don’t like me.”

Not answering Bucky stares at the wall beind you.

“Dammit, you are so frustrating. Steve had to soothe me after our last session. Cap had to hug me to calm me down, idiot!” You mutter and Bucky’s face lits up.

“I had to hit someone.” He mumbles finally letting you clean the wound.

“Why? Was someone else in danger?”

“He hurt a woman and I had to defend her.”

“Oh, then it was justified, I guess.” You say gently putting some sanitizer onto his wounds.

“Hmmm…I’m sorry I did not come to our session. I had to take care of that guy first.”

“It’s okay. I can throw knives at my books on my own.” You tease and he smiles at you for a moment.

“I can do this for you. Bet you can’t even hit the right target.”

“Maybe…or maybe I’m a master…”

----

“He did what?” You gasp.

“I’m sorry to tell you but it seems like Bucky beat your friend into a pulp,” Sam says.

“Why should he do such a thing? I never even told him anything about Matthew. God, did his wife see this? Was she there too?”

“No, luckily we came just in time and thanks to Starks technology we could fix what Bucky broke. Why is he going after your friends?”

“I think he hates me and tries to hurt me that way, Sam. This ends now. No matter what Steve told me I will make Bucky pay for this. Friend of Steve or not I will mop the floor with the Winter Soldier right now.” You yell storming toward the training hall.

Bursting through the door you see Bucky’s surprised face a smile on his lips he walks toward you but the moment he approachs you he feels his body gets slammed into the nearby wall.

“You think you can do this and believe I will not hurt you!” You yell.

“I got no clue what you are talking about.”

“No clue? You almost killed my friend!”

“A worthless piece of shit!” Bucky talks back.

Using your powers, you slam him into the ceiling and then down on the floor. Groaning in pain he can see you start feeling dizzy. Steve was right. It’s too soon to use your powers again.

“I swear I will break your neck stupid bitch!” Bucky yells.

“Do it! Steve will be very happy after you killed his best friend, asshole!”

“I’m his best friend!”

“Forget it! You tried to kill him, you psychopath. Crazy piece of a man, not even able to control his emotions. I’m done…I’m just done with trying to help you for Steve’s sake. Fuck you, Bucky Barnes. Go to hell or back to Hydra. I don’t care!” You yell and for the first time, Bucky flinches at your words.

Tears stream down your face and you need to brace yourself against a wall to not break down. Before you can react an impact next to you make you scream.

“You won’t just leave! I’m not done with you! I don’t like you…but stay…” Bucky pants removing his metal hand out of the wall.

“Why? You tried to kill my friend! He never did anything wrong. His pregnant wife was in his house. Would you have attacked her too?” You sniff and his eyes widen.

“Wife? You said he cheated on you with a waitress.” Bucky gasps.

“Waitress? I don’t…wait…did you believe Matthew was the one cheating on me?”

“Yeah…he was not?”

“No, Matthew is my cousin's husband. One of my best friends since college.”

“God…then I was wrong. I wanted to punish him for hurting you…”

“Why would you do that?” You ask feeling even dizzier.

“I…”

“I think I need to sit down…” You whisper.

Scooping you into his arms Bucky picks you up to run with you toward Bruce’s lab. Someone has to help him...

----

“You see she’s like Wanda but at the same time different. Using her powers means using life energy. She drains her own energy out to perform her powers. I told her she’s too weak by now. The fight with Thanos got her good. Y/N was defending Vision with Wanda and almost died.” Steve explains looking at your unconscious form.

“She’s an Avenger too?” Bucky asks.

“Kinda…more into defending an injured team member and stuff. She uses a shield to protect us if needed. Y/N barely attacks. It’s just not her style.”

“But she attacked me…really good. A hell of a woman.” Bucky says.

“Ask her out, Buck. Man up and tell her how you feel. Watching you pining is kinda sad.” Steve says knocking Bucky on his shoulder.

----

“Hey, doll. Don’t move too much. You really shouldn’t have attacked me.” Bucky says gently holding your hand.

“What happened?”

“You were unconscious and I brought you to Bruce.”

“Oh, Steve was right. I wasn’t ready to use my powers yet.”

“I’m sorry for hurting your friend. I was wrong…uh…I just tried to punish that guy.”

“You don’t have to punish anyone for me, James.”

“But I want to…I don’t like you but…stay. Please stay with me. Don’t leave me too.” Bucky says kissing your hand softly.

“Bucky?”

“I want…I need…I like you. Would you go out with me?”

“Seriously?”

“You don’t want to?” He sighs.

“I mean you need six months to ask me out? Do you need that long to get me into your bed too?”

Eyes darkened Bucky grins down at you. Covering your body with his he presses you into the mattress.

“No.” He rasps before kissing you breathless.

“Fuck. I like you too…but you will have to tell Steve you stole his best friends heart.” You tease.

“I’m his best friend and he knows you stole mine.” Bucky retorts.

“That’s not true! I’m his best friend.”

“Woman don’t make me mad! I don’t like you but I will make you stay…and I’m Stevie’s best friend.”

“In your dreams…now kiss me again and we ask Steve.”

“Those are the most useful words ever leaving your lips, doll,” Bucky mutters claiming your lips once again.

----

“Fucking finally,” Nat groans dragging Steve out of your room.

“They were fighting over me.”

“No, they are fighting to turn each other on. You really don’t want to see what happens next.” Nat chuckles when you and Bucky start moaning.

“I guess you are right. I like them both but I will not stay…”

#marvel fanfiction #bucky barnes #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #angst #arguments #tension #bucky barnes fanfiction #james barnes #james buchanan barnes #james barnes x reader #steve rogers #sam wilson #wanda maximoff #natasha romanoff #bruce banner #bucky barnes x you

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Friday Nights (6)

Full series: 1 2 3 4 5 (more coming soon)

Word count: 1480

Genre: Honestly idk, maybe a little angst but mostly fluff?

Pairing: Jake x Amy (with platonic others in the squad)

Warnings: Minor swearing (let me know if I need to add more)

Summary: After Amy’s breakup with her boyfriend, Jake and Amy establish a weekly binge watching night and both avoid their feelings for each other.

A/N: Chapter six!

**Please note that the warnings, pairing and genre are for the whole series so it varies chapter to chapter.

Jake POV

I'm super pumped that it is Friday again. When I walked into the precinct this morning I was smiling so much that even Scully and Hitchcock noticed and asked me what was up. Luckily Amy wasn't around at that point otherwise she would find out how much I care about her. My mood was only slightly dampened by the fact that I had to go do door duty which is the absolute worst. Apparently because I was super late for work this morning (does forty five minutes count as super late???), Charles had already gone to the apartments to start talking to some of the neighbours.

Not wanting to have Charles be mad at me I rushed straight over, stopping on the way to buy some of the gross octopus balls that he loves so much for some weird reason. 

"Hey, what's up?" I greet as I get there. He doesn't reply because he seems a bit peeved at me, which I have to admit is for good reason. I decide to try again.

"Look, I'm really sorry. I got you some octopus balls to make up for it." I say holding out the bag to him.

"Scrumptious, thank you Jakey, you know I can't stay mad at you." He responds very enthusiastically.

"You know buddy, you may not want to say that all the time."

"Say what?" He asks me. "Do you mean scrumptious? Why shouldn't I say scrumptious Jake? scrumptious is an amazing word, in fact you could even say the word itself is scrumptious."

"Ok" I say in a slightly high pitched voice while faking a smile trying to get him to shut up. He doesn't take the hint and keeps muttering. I mostly tune it out until it becomes a problem.

"So what's the deal with the case, did you find out anythi-" I am cut off by his yells.

"Scrumptious, scrumptious, scrumptious!" I stare at him shaking my head for a moment. He is my best friend but sometimes he can be so weird. A quiet "excuse me" brings me out of my thoughts about Boyle. I spin around to find a gorgeous woman (not as gorgeous as Amy) who looks to be around my age smiling hesitantly at me. 

"How may I help you?" I ask her.

"I am one of the residents in this building and when I got home from work just now the cops over there told me I needed to come talk to you." She tells me smiling in a very cute way.

"Ok I'm just going to need to ask you some questions, this is just standard procedure, no need to stress." I explain. Tilting my head to the side, I see that Charles is giving me two big thumbs up and his signature grin that he always does when he thinks I'm in love. I roll my eyes at him when the pretty neighbour isn't looking but secretly I'm glad. Him doing this means he truly thinks that I'm not into Amy anymore which is a total lie but it is definitely best if he believes it. If he knew how much I was into Amy or even worse about our weekly Friday watching Friends tradition he would go crazy. A small cough breaks me out of my musings and I turn to the woman sheepishly because it is the second time in a matter of minutes that I have zoned out. Luckily from their expressions both Boyle and the woman seem to assume I was just staring at her which is kind of embarrassing but fine. In order to slightly preserve my dignity I push all thoughts about Amy to the side (or at least I attempt to) and start taking the statement.

Amy POV

When I arrive at the precinct this morning I'm the first there as usual. I decide to get a head start on some paperwork for a case I'm working on so I head over to my desk. Although I try to concentrate fully on the forms I'm filling out it can't fully distract me from my traitorous thoughts. If a few months ago someone had told me that I would fall in love with Jake Peralta I would have asked if they were insane. Now however I can't stop thinking about him. I'm so distracted that I don't even notice that Captain Holt is here until he is standing in front of my desk.

"Detective Santiago, I'm going to need for you to go bag some evidence at the scene of the drug bust." He says with a unreadable expression on his face. 

"Of course sir, I'll be on it right away." I respond trying to seem as professional as possible and not like I was just thinking unprofessional thoughts about my co-worker. 

"Good" He replies and walks off into his office. I decide to get started on his task right away. Hopefully it will take my mind off of Jake and put it back into work like how it should be. Plus there is the added benefit of not having to see Jake right away because it would only inflate his ego if he knew how excited I get about our show watching sessions, not to mention it would be extremely embarrassing. Right now nobody in the squad knows what we both do on Friday nights. It's not like we set out to hide it, we just didn't tell anybody because if they found out they would make a huge deal out of it and think it was a date or something like that which it is not, no matter how much I wish it could be.

Evidence bagging did not take my mind off of Jake at all. In fact I'm so desperate that I kept imagining what jokes he would make about the criminals. Luckily I still have more time to try to get my mind off of him before seeing him because I need to label and put away the evidence in the evidence room. I don't even say hello to anyone as I enter to precinct, just go straight to the evidence room. I'm kneeling down near the back of the room to put something away when I hear footsteps and then the door. The voices turn out to be Charles and Jake and even thought my mind is screaming at me to stand up and reveal myself to them apparently all my common sense flew out the window because I stay hunched over to try to hear what they are talking about. Jake's voice reaches me first.

"So why did you drag me in here Bud?" He asks.

"Because you've been super happy all day." Boyle responds. Just for a moment I allow myself to believe that it could be for the same reason I'm so happy but I quickly dismiss it. He probably just had a cool case or something, it's not like it's a crime to be happy.

"So?" Jake's voice echoes my thoughts. "It's not a crime to be happy." I smile at the fact that we both thought the same thing before I cover it up, realizing what a dork I'm being.

"No, but you're different happy today." There's a long pause and I can't quite read what it means but I think it's because Charles is thinking. I start to wonder if they left because the silence stretched on but then I hear a long gasp.

"You hooked up with someone didn't you!" He accuses.

"Sort of." Jake responds. I hurts a little bit hearing him say that. He's been on plenty of dates but every time he dates someone new it hurts just a little bit more. I listen carefully wanting to hear about whoever has caught his attention. 

"Do you remember that really pretty woman that was neighbours with the victim?" He says. Charles doesn't say anything so I assume he nodded. "Well she gave me her phone number and I called and we are going on a date tonight." 

"Ok Jakey." Boyle says clapping Jake on the back. I hear the door open and their footsteps fading away but I still don't get up. Jake is going on a date tonight which means that we can't watch Friends together. A single tear drips down my face but I wipe it away and remind myself that I am at work and I need to pull myself together. I shouldn't be sad about the Jake thing because it's not like anything was ever going to happen between us. Thinking about it logically doesn't stop the pain but I do manage to hide my feelings and get work done for the rest of the day. The only difference is instead of working late like I usually do I go straight home after my shift to wallow in self pity.

#brooklyn 99 #b99 #jake peralta #amy santiago #jake x amy #peraltiago

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Stolen Worlds 2

Queen of Thieves: Takes place just after the MC breaks up with Nikolai.

Avengers: Takes place during The Winter Soldier, but with additional characters.

Unknown!Nick Fury x reader, (previous) Nikolai Stirling x reader, platonic!Natasha Romanoff x reader, (eventual) Steve Rogers x reader.

Also just a statement, for any other languages spoken in this piece it will be done in bold and in English so that you are aware characters are speaking a different language. I find this easier than finding a bad translation.

After finding out of her meeting with Captain Rogers, Y/N is given the opportunity to keep herself in the loop better. Question is, will she take it and risk her game to be outplayed or will she refuse. Does she also realise that the people she left behind are still looking for her too?

Chapter Two

Time had gone by quicker than expected. She was finally more out in the field, so to speak. Keeping an eye on the trio that Fury had also trusted to destroy Hydra. Her job was to ensure that they got the right information and were taking whatever action they deemed appropriate. Currently, subtly, overseeing Sam calling Sitwell was a breeze though she couldn’t really keep all her attention on them, she still had show up within S.H.I.E.L.D. and also the Hydra base that stored The Winter Soldier. Though when she caught sight of them on the rooftop near S.H.I.E.L.D.’s building, she had to send an emergency distraction so no one else would see them, especially Rumlow.

Jolting the system into error, she used that as a diversion before slipping out to spy on Romanoff and Rogers. It was obvious they were interrogating Sitwell, though she was surprised to see Captain America hold him up over the god knows how long drop. A sigh of relief escaped her as he put the man down, he was still a valuable asset after all, pinning the blame on someone was certainly valuable, but then Agent Romanoff kicked him off the roof! Of course she did, I guess violence is needed… oh wait here he comes again…

It appeared that they got what they needed out of Sitwell, he knew the most about Arnim Zola and the system he had produced. She was glad that they caught on her info, though she was irritated that they didn’t know who she was. It wasn’t necessarily part of the agreement for her to be unknown but it would have been ideal so they didn’t accidentally kill her. Rushing back inside, Y/N slowed her pace down when she was closer to her desk. Smiling politely at her co-workers, she’d never really call them that, they were her enemies.

Clasping her fingers together she pushed them in front of her. The stretch did some good as she went back to typing away on the computer, a quicker rate than the others. Someone from higher up came at that point, shouting orders to fix what Y/N had broken, simply tapping away on the keyboard brought her back to fixing everything quickly, especially if Rogers and Romanoff had found Zola, anything technological on her end needed to be right. The team leader in this sense had reached her desk. “Agent Z, system tells me you fixed it. Well done. The Director wants to see you.” Nodding her head patiently, she stood up and followed him through to Pierce’s office. Now to finish off Sitwell...

At his holler to enter, she meekly opened the door, peeping her head through. “Sir?” He gave her a very warm smile, which was unlike him, it normally was quite distant but today something had changed his mood. “Ah, Agent Z, good work on fixing the issue we just had, heard how you just came in from break and fixed it instantly. I need more people like you… Oh, do you also have the progress report on the Soldier?”

Gesturing to the computer in the room, he gave her full permission to use it, she logged in and the holographic screen came into view as he read the contents. “It seems that you’re the only person who can handle my deadlines here…”

Y/N just shrugged her shoulders, “It’s just part of how I work, sir.” The last thing she needed was for him to get suspicious of her quick action. Flickering her gaze around the room, his attention to her was precise. Pierce looked at her questioningly, “Something wrong Agent?”

This was it. This was her moment to get in his good graces and have more control over everything. “I just heard about Captain America and Agent Romanoff splitting from S.H.I.E.L.D. and…”

The man sat back in his large office chair. “You have nothing to worry about there. It was a minor thing and you are a precious member of Hydra. So, if anything is not to your satisfaction, then don’t hesitate to inform me.” Dismissing her wariness he assured her that he liked to keep valuable assets alive where possible.

So that’s his game to keep me roped in. “No, it’s not the worry of having a target on my back, it’s just that, I took a smoke break on the roof to get away from the chaos of fixing other nimbicile’s mistakes and… I must be paranoid to you…” Chuckling nervously, she casually reached a hand up to the back of her neck to scratch awkwardly.

Though it was all in success as Pierce appeared to have believed her act. He didn’t say anything, just leant forward as a sign for her to continue. “I saw… Captain America, with a red-headed woman, they had Sitwell and were chatting. I heard about a possible mole within here, but from the way they were speaking… it just seemed off to me.”

Pierce cocked a brow at Y/N’s words. Shit I’m losing him. “I don’t mean to sound like a snitch or anything to you sir, but i just found it peculiar.” Rolling the chair backwards, he stood up and stalked his way over to the petite woman. Lifting her head to gaze into his eyes he spoke. “It’s not snitching, it’s being honest about someone going against Hydra. Don’t stress, you did the right thing.” He paged for his assistant to get Rumlow into the office.

Well so far, so good…

—

Sitting crossed legged on the couch as she chomped down on some Chinese takeout she kept her focus on Fury as he paced the room. “Fucking hell, just burn a hole in my carpet already why don’t you?” Stopping in his tracks he turned to her. “You bumped into Rogers didn’t you? You may need to keep doing that for a bit.”

What now? Is he being serious? That’s a dumb question Y/N of course he is. “Right and how do I do that without Rumlow or Pierce finding out and thinking I’m a mole?” Walking to her, he sat down next to her. “Listen kid, you’re smart enough to do this and due to the nature of things if they get too messy for you… I’m taking off the violence ban, trust your instincts or your shifts as you call ‘em.” Letting out a groan Y/N really wanted to slap Fury for this. He knew well enough she’d end up going back to that lifestyle.

“I really wish you hadn’t come to me for all of this… I don’t want this…” Muttering into her food, she took another bite as he gave her an incredulous look. “Go back to your criminal lifestyle then. Like to see how you persuade your way outta that one.” She knew he had her caught. Fuck sake…

—

Steve had been going to that coffee shop on the regular since meeting that woman. She was a right beauty for him, barely any woman caught his attention nowadays, but there was something about the way she held herself that had him hooked and he couldn’t resist talking to her. Of course he just stayed from afar in hopes of her walking in. The last thing he needed was Hydra tracking his movements and getting innocents in trouble. It appeared to be another bust of a morning, she hadn’t shown up again. Maybe she only came here once… I should’ve gotten her number, I must look like a stalker.

He felt like one too. It was getting too much and if he couldn’t see her again before things blew up then he guessed that was all he could do. Steve didn’t understand the change for him, but if he could pinpoint it, finding out Peggy Carter was still alive and her telling him to move on made him feel less guilty and more excited to talk to this woman. Just as he was about to leave he caught sight of a burgundy backpack.

Opening up her laptop once again she began running software in the background to triangulate where Captain America could be. If she were to do this, she needed to keep running into him after all. While doing so, she set up some random research essay from her university days. If I get interrupted at least they can see my cover story…

It wasn’t long before the man of the hour came about. He noticed her immediately, ordering himself a coffee before joining her at her table. “Hey, good to see you again.” His melodic voice filled her ears. “Hey, yourself, Steve right?”

Playing up with his game, she didn’t want to show her interest in him. Though he may be Captain America, she was debriefed enough by Maria Hill to know he was a gentleman but also due to his upbringing something felt wrong about sleeping with him or doing anything further while she was under an alias. She didn’t like lying, but how could she even bring up the fact that she was his insider. Hey Captain Rogers, I’m Agent Z, I am the one you can trust in bringing Hydra down. Yeah, it wouldn’t exactly go well.

—

Struggling to keep himself in check, Nikolai was growing worried to say the least, he understood their argument and breakup was partly his fault for his wish to be perfect but also realised that Y/N couldn’t say the words he thought she would always say after the last time. His reaction wasn’t the best of course, but maybe if he did say them once more, they wouldn’t have ended as badly. He, being a professional had kept his cool, but it was so hard.

He missed her, his thoughts were only of her, craving to see her smile, hear her laugh once again. He had no idea who had taken her but he could see the look on Remy’s face to know that he was feeling just as guilty that he hadn’t grasped a tighter hold on her quicker.

Zoe was doing her best in tracking Y/N, everyone had been ringing her constantly, her phone was still on but no response as of yet. It must mean that whoever had kidnapped her wasn’t after the Poppy as a whole, but were they after him? Knowing she was his one weakness could be a factor as to why, so why hasn’t anyone rung for ransom or even to blackmail them?

Barely anyone had spoken to each other in the weeks since she had gone missing. Vivienne was less flirtatious with the rest as normal. Remy just kept to himself, more shut off. Zoe was non-stop on her phone or laptop or computer searching for Y/N. Jett had barely left his room and when he did he’d be covered in paint, no doubt trying to fill in the emptiness of art that Y/N brought to the team and Leon… well, Leon would disappear in the night, reappearing at the crack of dawn, shattered, heading straight to bed. They were using all their resources to finding her but nothing came back to them, no sightings or word of her from the Underbelly, nothing.

Sitting at his desk, Elizabeth sensed her master was filled with unease doing her best to comfort him as he flicked through his phone at the pictures Y/N was adamant on taking of the two of them. God, he missed her. He wished the fight never happened. He should’ve fought for her more, perhaps promised her to at least try to remove the perfectionist in him, even if it was empty.

Nikolai regretted very few things in his life but letting Y/N go was one of them, especially if he knew he’d never see her again. Snapping his attention towards the knocking that sounded on his door, he opened it to see Remy. “Zoe has something!”

Rushing to the lounge he sat down waiting for Zoe to finish typing on her laptop. “Okay, so I found her. Coffee shop in Washington DC. It appears whoever has taken her is nowhere to be seen, but I do see her with some blond guy, it’s the second time they’ve seen each other and she’s happy.” That instantly breaks Nikolai’s heart, he didn’t want to hear that but was glad she was alright at least.

“Looks like we are going there. I want to know what happened, it doesn’t seem like her to quit without saying anything.”

—

Reading the message on her phone, Y/N couldn’t believe that Fury had caught wind of this so quickly. Right okay, so Pierce is planning on bringing officials into this with no choice. Time for phase three. Switching her phone off, she paced herself over to the dark basement of S.H.I.E.L.D.. She couldn’t believe the balls Pierce had to hide the Winter Soldier in plain sight. This would be her first meeting with him, just not alone, unfortunately. Rumlow was going to be there, for her own protection of course, as Pierce stated, there’d be times where he’d lose control of himself and he wouldn’t dare think about his guilt if something bad happened to her.

Entering the thoroughly guarded trap she found herself face to face with the man himself. His distinct blue eyes caught her attention, he was stunning, but the expression on his face made her feel guilty. He’s only a toy to them. There’s a real man in there. What made her stomach churn more was the fact that she knew exactly who the man behind the Winter Soldier was. Bucky Barnes. Captain America’s best friend from the 40s. Stepping closer she noticed how he flinched when Rumlow followed her. Only a glance over her shoulder told him to stay put as she stepped even closer.

“Agent Z,” one of the ‘doctors’ greeted her, “he understands English and speaks it but is refusing to comply. We understand you know a variety of languages and was wondering if you could get him to talk. None of us know anymore than English.”

Y/N took another glance at Rumlow, he nodded. Turning back to the Soldier, she began. “Soldat, do you know where you are?” The man merely looked at her when a guard decided to punish him for his silence, electrocuting him. “Stop that, continue that and he won’t comply. I will not use any violence on him while speaking to him.”

This shocked everyone in the room, but they listened nonetheless from fear of what Rumlow would do to them as punishment for one and two, what Pierce would do if caught wind of them disobeying her. Everyone that worked for Hydra within S.H.I.E.L.D. knew that he treated her like a daughter, something that Y/N found creepy. Once the guard backed off she spoke once more.

“Sorry about that. I wish you no harm. I am unarmed and just want to help you.” He furrowed his brows. “Help me in what way?” He was confused to say the least but at she was just happy that he replied to her, even if it was in Russian. Smiling brightly at him she chatted away. “Let’s just say unlike these people around us, I am more of a friend. I want to help you escape and find your life again, but you have to trust me. I know it’s asking a lot but if you comp- no, cooperate with me I can tell you more as these people won’t be around as much when I see you.”

—

Bucky didn’t know if it was the innocent look in her eyes or just the way she spoke that calmed him. She was the first person he didn’t want to hurt. He wanted to protect her and if she was telling him the truth then perhaps he could get out of this hell.

#queen of thieves #remy chevalier #vivienne tang #nikolai stirling #zoe banks #jett slater #lovestruck #lovestruck queen of thieves #marvel #avengers #steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #natasha romanoff #natasha romanov #sam wilson #nick fury #maria hill #bucky barnes #the winter soldier #winter soldier #hydra #shield #alexander pierce #captain america #black widow #the falcon #falcon

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edit: i have received a LOT of interest on this. yay! i’m trying to reach out to everyone who has liked this, but pls forgive me if i’m being a little slow bc there are a lot of you. feel free to keep adding more likes to this if you’re interested! i promise i’ll get to all of you, and in the mean time, feel free to message me to start as well!

hi! i’m cori. i’d love to find a few chill rp partners! i’ll start by saying that i’d prefer discord, as i have very little experience writing on tumblr. i also cannot reply every day. so if you’re looking for someone who will consistently reply to threads 15 times a day, that’s not me. HOWEVER i love, love to talk headcanons and about our ships on the daily in between replies!

i’m also 28, so i’d prefer rp partners who are 22+, just because i’m more comfortable with people closer to my age. looking for some chill stuff, where we can try a plot/thread or two together and see if we vibe. if we do, let’s add more stuff! if we don’t, no hard feelings. we just might not be the writing partner for each other. you can always tell me if you’re not feeling something, and i ask that you be receptive if i do the same.

i generally create a new muse for every plot i do. that’s just how i roll. but if you have a pre-established muse that you think would work for any plots, i’m more than happy to write against any of your muses! i also LOVE mumus/having multiple plots in the same universe. i love real life plots, i love creating fantasy universes, i love scifi, horror, angst, fluff... literally anything. i’m open to nsfw themes as well as long as we talk about everything beforehand. i’m down for smut as long as it’s part of a plot, but if it’s not your thing, i’m fine not including it!

i’ll write m/m and m/f. i’m open to f/f, it just doesn’t tend to be my favorite! always here for platonic things also!!! i do have a preference for playing men, but would prefer if you played both because i do like playing women also! i’ll play muses anywhere from 18 to 100. (maybe that’s an exaggeration, but i love older muses so come at me.)

below the cut i’ll list some faces i love as well as ships and plots i’d love to do! i’m 100% not limited to these things!!! but if you’re curious as to what i like or if you want a jumping off point to start plotting, it might be helpful for you!!

like this if you’re interested and i’ll reach out via IM!!! or if you see anything below that catches your eye, feel free to just IM me as well!

i generally prefer to pick a plot THEN a face, but just to get an idea of the kinds of faces i usually go for, here’s a list! this is NOT an exhaustive list, and you will likely hear me suggest people who are not on this list. i’m also not picky AT ALL about who i play against. 

( plots )

- books i’d love to do plots based on: red, white & royal blue!!!! (i actually have a muse for this who i’d love to use soz), anything based on the grishaverse (especially SoC), the house in the cerulean sea, falling kingdoms, OCs set in the shadowhunter universe (tho tbh i might be open to playing matthew fairchild or an older kit rook???), captive prince, all for the game, the raven cycle, the winner’s trilogy, the lunar chronicles, IT (eddie x richie bc i’m trash?), the crown’s game, the night circus, an ember in the ashes, the kiss of deception, the song of achilles. tbh you don’t even have to have read any of them i can just scream the plot at you lol

- absolutely a n y t h i n g enemies to lovers. especially if it’s like slowburn enemies to friends to lovers. pls. 

- SPORTSSSS. i’m absolute trash for hockey and baseball. (but will do any sports honestly.) gimme figure skater/hockey player. give me teammates secretly crushing on each other/hooking up after the game but no homo/etc. give me rivals. olympics. two people competing for a captain spot. anything with sports.

- fake. freaking. DATING. (or fake married or anything like that!!) any kind. in any plot. in any scenario. can’t promise not to cry if we also include the only one bed trope bc i don’t care how often i see it, i consider it literary genius every damn time i encounter it.

- i live for friends to lovers. especially if they’re both really dumb and if it’s gay.

- college?? sororities?? frats??

- i love any sort of crime plot. mob. mafia. anything like that.

- royalty anything. real life or fantasy.

- BODYGUARD PLOTS. bodyguard x first son/daughter. bodyguard x royalty. bodyguard celeb. (or just anything with oc celebs.)

- historical plots!! literally from any era. i just love history ok.

- stuff with older muses! a couple of divorcees. single parents. i’m down for age gaps as long as the younger person isn’t TOO young (so probably 25+ depending), and down for older women/younger man also!

- anything in my ( plots ) tag!!

adeline rudolph, aisha dee, amber stevens west, anya taylor-joy, aslihan malbora, benedetta porcaroli, brianne howey, bruna marquezine, chloe bailey, cindy kimberly, constance wu, dove cameron, dua lipa, eiza gonzalez, ester expósito, geraldine viswanathan, january jones, josefine frida pettersen, katheryn winnick, kristine froseth, lovie simone, madelyn cline, maia mitchell, marilyn lima, meg donnelly, natalia dyer, paulina singer, precious mustapha, rachel hilson, romi van renterghem, ryan destiny, samantha logan, sofia bryant, tessa thompson, veerle dejaeger, yara shahidi.

( faces )

aaron paul, alex fitzalan, anthony mackie, aron piper, axel auriant, bill skarsgard, charlie gillespie, cody christian, dacre montgomery, dev patel, diego luna, dylan sprayberry, freddy carter, hero fiennes-tiffin, isaiah mustafa, joel kinnaman, jonathan daviss, lorenzo zurzolo, lucien laviscount, matthew daddario, maxence danet-fauvel, oscar isaac, nick robinson, rege-jean page, rudy pankow, suraj sharma, taron egerton, thomas doherty, timothee chalamet, tom holland, zethphan smith gneist.

you can also look through my ( faces ) tag for more ideas! but honestly, i’m open to a lot!! 

( ships )

rafael silva x ronen rubenstein

cody christian x dylan sprayberry

richard madden x brandon flynn (as a bodyguard x client plot... pls?)

axel auriant x maxence danet-fauvel

dacre montgomery x joe keery

#1x1 rp #discord 1x1 #1x1 roleplay #i dropped the ball last time i tried this #but here i am again and idk maybe it'll be okay