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averagewriter-inthedark · 2 years

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5 Long Years 💔 | Everett Ross Imagine

Takes place during Avengers: Endgame

Marvel Masterlist

Characters & Pairings: Everett Ross x female avenger!reader (romantic), Avengers x reader (platonic)

Content Warnings: angst, profanity, fluff at the end, mentions of death & violence | Female reader (she/her) | wc: 3k

Premise: Five years has gone by since Thanos erased half the universe. Among the fallen was CIA agent Everett Ross, friend & ally of King T’Challa as well as longtime partner of Avenger Y/n L/n. Having met after the fall of S.H.I.E.L.D and Hydra, Everett and Y/n’s relationship was bound to have conflicts of interest yet they somehow managed to keep it going for nearly four years. Then the call to action against Thanos caused what little of the strands holding them together to shred. And when five years of grief and torture over regret pass, Y/n takes the opportunity to get her love back—even if it means she may never see him again.

Note: I freaking love Martin Freeman & I’m so excited to see him again in the upcoming Black Panther: Wakanda Forever and Secret Invasion. There’s not many works for Everett Ross, so expect to see him a lot on my list of works.

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“We can’t keep doing this, Y/n.” The one sentence shatters the very last piece of hope Y/n had. Though Everett looked just as tortured as her, it didn’t bring an ounce of solace.

“You’re giving up?” She spits at him, anger flaring up inside her. “Just like that? After everything we’ve been through the past three years you’re going to throw it away like trash—!”

“What more do you want me to say?” He shouts back aggravated, hand coming up to his forehead. “We knew this could happen—and now it has, so if you want to avoid going to prison I suggest you make your escape now.”

“And you want to make sure I won’t come back,” Her accusation proved true by the look he was giving her. Tears threatened her eyes, but she would not cry. “So, you’re breaking my heart to ensure it. You want this—,” her finger motions between the two of them, “To end on this note, Everett? Seriously? I thought you were better than that.”

All the man does is sigh, turning away from her. It made Y/n scoff, “You can’t even look me in the fucking eyes.” The sound of her moving closer to him echoes across the floorboard, but Everett remains still. Gulping, her eyes bore into the back of his skull as her voice goes low, “Did you even love me, Ev?”

That gets him to turn, and Y/n could see the conflict in his eyes, like he didn’t want to give an answer. “Don’t make me answer that, Y/n.” He heard her make a sound, breath catching in her throat. It pained him to know he was making her feel this way, but he had to. Secretary Ross caught onto them and would be banging on the door any second. Everett needed to get Y/n out by any means possible.

Even if it meant she hated him forever.

“Because you can’t or because you won’t?”

“It doesn't matter why,” he snaps, causing her to flinch. Immediately he wanted to apologize and explain why he was hurting her. But Everett could not—for the sake of her safety. “It’s over, Y/n, and you need to leave. Now. Because I won’t stop them when they come.”

“So that’s it then,” the laugh she gave was void of any humor. Waving hands,Y/n steps away from him, no longer saddened and instead looks at him with anger. “This is all because of Mr. Secretary, isn’t it? Gotta keep your ps and qs so you don’t lose your job. How typical—just when I thought you were not like the rest of those government dogs on a leash.”

“Last I checked, you were once one of those dogs,” he bit back, now glaring at the woman. “We were not so different, you and I, it’s how we fucking met, Y/n. Before you decided to run and be a goddamn criminal.”

There it was. The word that hung over the air and poisoned it like carbon monoxide.

Y/n stood frozen, mouth slightly agape. Even Everett felt the blood drain from him. He fucked up. Neither one couldn’t believe he called her that after two years of assuring Y/n he never thought of her as one. That what she did was the right thing—even if the government thought otherwise. He could already tell what she was thinking. ‘It was always a lie.’

The lone tear finally fell from her eye, shattering Everett’s heart. When he tried to step forward saying, “Y/n—,” a beep from her burner phone went off. Taking her eyes off him, Y/n removed the flip phone and opened it to reveal a message from a number she recognized as Steve’s.

‘Banner called. Something’s happened in New York, Tony is MIA. Need to find Vision & Wanda—will explain on the jet.’ It ended with the address she was to meet them at.

Closing the phone, Y/n took a deep breath before exhaling. “Well,” she whispered, not letting the emotion get to her. It took everything in her to not look at Everett. “I guess this is it then. Have a nice life, Agent Ross.”

But he didn’t have a nice life, because three days later Everett Ross was among the billions of people who vanished from existence the day Thanos came to Earth. Taking Y/n’s heart with him.

Every second of every day was filled with regret and shame. Regret at how things ended that day. If she had known it would be the last time she’d ever seen Everett, Y/n would’ve never said the things she did. Of course he said some messed up things too, but the situation they were in was a difficult one. Both were in the wrong, but now Y/n was having to deal with the consequences.

Five long years later and the feeling of anguish still lingered like it did when she discovered Everett was gone. Dusted. Just like Sam, Wanda, and Bucky. She didn’t know where he vanished from until she managed to get a hold of one of the CIA agents he worked with who hadn’t been dusted. The news had Y/n bolting into a storage closet to hide away as she sobbed into the darkness. “I’m sorry,” the agent said to her, with sadness in his eyes, “One second he was next to me. Then the screaming started and when I turned back all I saw was dust and the files on the floor.”

“I’m sorry, Ev,” she cried, falling against the wall and letting her body slide to the floor. “I’m so sorry.” People passed the door, hearing her sobs but paid no mind. Just continued walking to their destination while also trying to keep it together. They were going through the same and in need of their own storage closet to cry in.

It took a month before Y/n had the courage to go to his apartment—where thankfully, no one had taken claim to it yet. The world was in shambles with people scrambling to seek refuge. Y/n couldn’t blame them. Finally there were homes and shelter available, but there was always the hope something would happen. An opportunity. And Y/n was going to make sure Everett had his home when that happened.

The first few months consisted of sleeping on the couch before migrating to the guest room. Not once did Y/n enter his bedroom—she couldn’t bring herself to go into it even after years passed. The memories were too much. All Y/n could think about were the nights she would sneak in through his window. It would be on average a weekend every couple months to get Secretary Ross off their backs since the old man didn’t trust Everett when he said they’d broken off after Y/n backed up Cap during the Accords drama. If she closed her eyes, Y/n could feel his arms wrap around her as lips grazed her ear, “No trouble I see.” And she would smirk in return, “You really think I would bring trouble to your door, Ev?”

While time passed, Y/n went through a major change not only in appearance but how she viewed life. In the beginning there was alcohol, but drowning away in the substance would only worsen her state. It made her feel sick. Like it was doing a disservice to her friends by loosing herself in such a way. Instead she focused on training day to day and helping Nat whenever the Avenger needed her. It kept her busy. Y/n liked that, having some sense of normalcy despite the her world being far from it. Several tattoos now adorned her body as well as piercings all along her right ear.

The only appearance she ever made in the public eye which hadn’t been Avenger business was attending Tony & Pepper’s wedding. It surprised her to even have an invite, but was grateful nonetheless. There was a forced smile every time someone asked how she was doing and Y/n’s reply was always the same, “Taking it one day at a time.” Once the toast to the happy couple was over, Y/n handed them their gift with hugs and promises to keep in touch before making her leave. The second she was safe in her car Y/n broke down.

Then one sunny day in 2023, there was a knock at the door. With Steve Rogers on the opposite side. “We’ve found something. You got time to talk?” He didn’t even have to explain, Y/n was out the door with Everett’s leather jacket hanging on her arm, “I’ve got all the time in the world, Cap.”

After test runs and developing a plan of action, the time came for the Avengers to attempt the impossible. In the blink of an eye Y/n was back in 2014 on the planet Morag alongside Rhodey and Nebula. It seemed to go smoothly for the three, although they could’ve gone without having to watch Peter Quill dance his way to the Power Stone. “So he’s an idiot?” Rhodey voiced what they were all thinking. The woman sighed, letting her head drop onto the rock in front of her, “I don’t get paid enough for this.”

Once the stone was secured, Rhodey instructed the two to set their navigators. “This better have been worth it,” she muttered, scanning the device until it was on the correct course. The helmet encased her head before she was zooming through the Quantum realm for the second time that day.

Landing back on the platform, it didn’t strike the woman that the Nebula standing next to her was not the same one she left with. Although she noticed the dazed look on her face, scanning the facility like it was the first time she saw it, Y/n simply brushed it off. They just did a time heist—all of the Avengers were relishing in the feeling they pulled it off. Thor pulled her into a hug laughing, but the happiness is short lived when they realize they are missing a certain redhead. “Clint, where’s Nat?”

As much as they wanted to take the rest of the day to mourn the loss of their Black Widow, the team had a mission to finish. They gave themselves an hour at the dock before returning inside to put their own gauntlet together. Y/n handed Tony the Power Stone, happy to be rid of it knowing it was going to help bring Everett back. “You okay, pipsqueak?” Tony asked, putting the gem in the compartment with the others.

Placing the cup of water on the table beside her, Y/n nodded with a small smile. “I think I’ll finally be able to rest once we finish this.”

“Me too, kid.” He said with a sigh. “Me too.” It didn’t bother her Tony called her a kid. Until Wanda, Y/n was the youngest of the Avengers and therefore was known as the kid of the group. Even when she was pushing 30 during the Accords. Now she was nearly 40 and at the point where nothing surprised her.

With the gauntlet in hand, the team—minus Nebula—circled Banner as he attempted to put the glove on. “You got this, Bruce!” She shouted from behind Steve. The brightness caused her to look away and the second Banner fell after snapping they all rushed him. “Bruce!” Y/n crouched beside his head while Clint clicked the glove away. “Hey buddy we got ya.”

In the midst of her friend's state, Y/n hadn’t realized her phone tucked in the pocket of her suit was going off. When she looked up to see Clint was speaking into his with tears in her eyes, that’s when it hit her. She backed away from Bruce, instantly retrieving the device and unlocking it to see a missed call. The name on the screen nearly caused her knees to buckle. 1 missed call from ‘Ev’.

“Oh my God,” Y/n whispered, more to herself. Tears poured out of her eyes before she could stop them—filled with crippling relief. They did it. They actually did it. With her thumb hovering over the call button, Y/n was seconds away from hearing his voice, but the horrifying sound of explosions ruined it. The phone fell from her hands as she gasped, glancing around to see dust. The ground shook and before she knew it Y/n was falling.

“Ahhh!!!” Her scream echoed, attempting to catch something to hang onto. She didn’t know where she landed, all Y/n could feel was the pain. “Steve!!” She coughed at the end, “Tony!!” Miraculously, the phone she dropped was right in front of her with an illuminating screen bearing Everetts contact photo.

He was calling her.

Not even caring about the pain in her side or the fact she didn’t know where the hell the others were, Y/n hurriedly answered the phone. The trembling in her hands migrated throughout her body. Y/n did her best to not sob into the receiver, “Ev?”

“Y/n?” Just hearing his voice after five years made her break.

“Oh my God,” she cried, hand going to her chest. The tears spilled down her cheeks, albeit happy ones. “Oh my God, Ev.”

He sounded like he was out of breath. There was commotion in the background indicating the chaos happening all around the world now that billions of people were returning after five years. “W-where are you? I—I—,” Y/n could just picture the look on his face while hearing his tone. It sounded scared, full of worry and anxiety. “I—I don’t know what the hell is happening.”

“Ev,” she tried to keep her voice steady, glancing to find an exit or any source of light. Her own anxiety rose at the thought of being trapped below rubble. “Everett, listen to me okay—I need you to stay calm.” It was comical, her telling him to be calm when she herself couldn’t even reckon that. “You’ve been gone for five years.”

There was silence on his end. She heard his breath catch and then, “What? What are you talking about? Th-that can’t be possible—I was standing next to Dickens and now—,” Ev cuts himself off, as though something caught his attention. “—and now he’s across the room looking at me like I’m a ghost.”

“Ev,” her voice went low, “it’s twenty-twenty-three. Y-you were among the billions on earth and across the universe to disappear when—.” She bit her lip, feeling another wave of tears surface. Fuck how was she supposed to explain everything to him over the phone. “When Thanos wiped away half of the population.”

“Five years?” He whispered, not wanting to believe what he was hearing. The shouts in the background were more frantic, and Y/n heard them fade out indicating Everett was trying to get away. “I—I—,” Y/n jumped at the sound of a loud *bang*, followed by rushing water.

“Shit,” she cursed when she realized the area she was in was starting to flood. Her feet were the first to submerge. “Shit!! BRUCE!! RHODEY!!” For a moment Y/n forgot she was still on the phone with Everett.

“What’s happening?!” He shouted with worry. “Y/n?!” On the other end all that could be heard was her pounding against whatever surface she was trapped in. It sent a flood of emotion through Everett, mostly helplessness at the fact he couldn’t help her.

“Is anyone there!” She screamed, voice cracking at the end. Everett was still screaming into the phone, demanding to know what was wrong but before Y/n could explain the device slipped from her hand. It splashed into the water—now up to her calves, and disappeared into the darkness. “No!” She bent down in an attempt to find it, “Goddammit—Ev!!” With no luck the woman could only let out a cry of defeat. She was alone. Water continued to pour in and fill at a rapid rate. There was no saying whether or not someone would find her.

Meanwhile, on the other end Everett was left frozen when he heard the rush of water before dead silence when the call cut out. “Shit,” he wiped the sweat from his forehead, bringing the phone away to see it had disconnected. The feeling of worry suffocated him.

Against protocol, Everett did the necessary means to track the location of the Y/n’s phone. Each second felt like a lifetime with Everett moving at a fast pace to the elevators. Finally he pinged the last cell tower Y/n was near, putting her at the Avengers Compound. Clutching his fist in victory, Everett dialed anyone and everyone he could, “Get everyone you know—I need EMS and all personnel at Avengers Compound stat.”

When hours passed and the chaos ended, Y/n felt like the weight was still on her shoulders. Yeah, they defeated the 2014 version of Thanos. Yeah, they won. But at what cost? Joining Natasha in the afterlife was none other than Iron Man himself. Tony did the unthinkable—he sacrificed himself.

Strange was right when their only chance was one in fifteen million. The one chance which took another friend.

Y/n didn’t even have the energy to flinch or wipe her tears as a medic tended to her wounds. There was a deep cut to her forehead—most definitely would need stitches, her side was on fire from the broken rip she stained. Blood coated her bottom lip and her left ear when a creature had ripped some of her piercings out. She was thankful none of her tattoos got messed up—even the one behind her right ear.

“Thank you,” she murmured with a hoarse voice when the medic handed her a water bottle. The cold liquid was refreshing and relieving against her throat. Y/n downed it in just a few large gulps.

“I just need to stitch this up,” they waved a finger around the gash to her temple, “then we’ll get you on the next truck out to the hospital.”

Y/n protested with a shake of the head, “No, I don’t need a hospital.” The medic looked at her with disapproval.

“You could possibly have a concussion. And a broken rib—.”

“Oh it’s broken I can tell you that,” the woman winced when she adjusted her position. Yeah, it was broken—or slightly fractured. The amount of times Y/n had broken a rib was not uncommon for the job she had, but the number was starting to become a concern. Being a superhero came with its flaws. “Don’t need x-rays because I sure as hell feel it.”

The medic tsked, “see. But you need X-rays, Miss. L/n.” They began to clean and stitch the wound.

“I’ll go tomorrow,” Y/n insisted, but they weren’t having it. They went to open their mouth, but were cut off by another voice entering the picture.

“I’ll make sure she gets to a hospital. Tonight.”

The whole world around Y/n froze. It was one thing to hear him on the phone after five years, but to know he was standing right next to her, Y/n was glad she was sitting. Otherwise she’d be on the ground.

Slowly, Y/n turned her head—a sob leaving her at the sight of Everett standing in his usual grey suit and silver hair. Not caring the medic was in the middle of stitching her, Y/n leaped from her position into his open arms. Head going to his neck, Y/n tightened her arms around Everett and cried. There was no stopping the tears.

“You’re really here.” Pulling away, Y/n cupped his face in her hands. Her tears mixed with the dried blood, but she didn’t care. Hiccuping, Y/n let her thumb brush over his cheek. “Oh, God, Ev—I can’t believe it.”

Everett’s own eyes shined, and a lone tear fell which she wiped away. He took one of her hands in his, pressing it to his lips. “I’m here, darling. I’m right here.”

The smile she wore was so wide. “You don’t know how happy I am, Ev. It’s been—.”

“I know,” he gently cut her off, bringing her closer to him. “Too damn long.” Y/n leaned into his touch, feeling another wave of emotion as their last conversation replayed in her head. As much as she wanted to forget it it continued to haunt her.

“I’m so sorry about that day,” there was a waver in her tone as she tried to keep it together. “I never meant what I said—I was angry and I regretted it every day. For five long years I wished I could take it back if it meant you never left.”

“I’m sorry too, Y/n,” another tear rolled down his cheek. Like the Avenger, Everett was feeling immense guilt and regret. For the entire time he was dusted Y/n had to live with the memory of their argument and knowing the last thing he called her was a criminal. What had been three days for Everett, was five long years for Y/n. “I should’ve never called you that—I was an asshole and you didn’t deserve my anger being taken out on you. I have never thought of you as—.”

“Ev,” she caressed his face again and touched their foreheads. “I forgive you. We were both angry and scared. Ross was pressuring you and I chose my path—knowing the consequences. The things we said are meaningless now. Jesus Christ, I don’t want to go another day with either of us feeling this way.”

“Me too, baby,” he agreed with a smile. The warmth and love filling Y/n was the best feeling she had in five years. As the two leaned in to finally kiss, a cough interrupted them.

“I’m sorry to break this happy reunion,” the medic sheepishly tapped the Avengers shoulder, causing Y/n to pull away. “But I need to finish stitching you up.” It was then Y/n’s vision caught the thin piece of thread hanging from her temple.

Everett blushed while the woman smiled shyly at the medic, “Sorry.” Sitting back down, Y/n leaned against Everett’s side as the EMT continued their work. It only took a few minutes before they were done and reminded her to go to the hospital. “Alright, boss,” she caved in. “I’ll go. Get it over and done with.”

“I’ll take her, don’t worry,” Everett assured, making Y/n roll her eyes. He gave her a pointed look, taking her hand and guiding her away from the ambulance. A few words between the agent and his colleagues were exchanged before they stopped by Steve to let him know they were heading to the hospital.

The captain nodded, bringing Y/n into a hug and replied, “I’ll meet you there once things settle.” They said their goodbyes, waving to the others as they passed until they finally reached Everetts SUV.

“I can do it myself, Ev,” Y/n groaned when he tried to help her into the passenger seat. It didn’t help that she was grimacing from the pain in her side. When she finally got her ass in the seat, the Avenger let out a huff.

The man glared, bringing the seatbelt around to buckle her in. “You’re hurt and I’m not blind.” His lips pressed to her cheek when she pouted. “Just sit tight, Y/n. Before you know it we’ll get you checked out and back home.” The one word sent a flood of euphoria to her veins.

“Home?” The softness of her voice had Everett pause when he went to shut the door. Gazing into her eyes, Everett could see how happy Y/n was just by the implication. It was enough to make her cry.

That his home was hers and vice versa.

Bringing his palm to her cheek, the woman instinctively leaning into it, Everett kissed Y/n and poured all his love into it. Her nose bumped with his, responding with the same affection. Hell, Y/n could literally feel her heart skip the second their lips touched.

“Home. Where we belong.”

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4e7her · 1 year

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Number 6 with leona and yuujirou. Bro just imagine the hurt/comfort possibilities

PS. Your little drabbles are becoming a highlight of my day

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omg you have no clue how happy hearing that makes me. i'm glad!!!

character: leona kingscholar, twst

contains: oc used as main character - not an x reader, hurt / comfort, male main character

view the oc here. for basics, he's more or less a black panther beastman (referred to as hybrid, as they are different things, but similar) named yuujirou. you can read the fanfic i'm writing for him here (quotev) or here (ao3).

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A sigh rings through the air, and Leona's ears are pinned to his head when he looks up at Yuujirou from his place sitting on Ramshackle's couch.

It wasn't abnormal to see him here, of course, but the somber mood was. Usually, the two of them would be napping together or even just trying to hang out normally. Not that either of them were very good at that.

Leona had tried to tell himself that it wasn't his fault he was in this situation, with Yuuji glaring at him as he squirmed uncomfortably in his spot. Really, was it so bad that he tricked Grim into leaving them alone for the day? The little kit was always trying to interrupt them, keeping him from enjoying his quiet time with Yuujirou.

The panther huffs out a breath again, his tail thrashing behind him as he fixes the lion with another glare before turning to leave, looking like he might just... leave Leona there.

A pained whine escapes him before he can stop it, and Leona coughs in embarrassment to try and cover it up. Cute.

"Listen... 'm sorry. Don't leave. Just... stay near me. Please?"

"...I didn't expect that from you." Is all that Yuujirou says, turning back to him with a quirk to his brow as he starts studying the lion, obviously confused by that statement.

"I mean it."

He states, insistently, getting up and crossing the room all in one swift movement to face the hybrid properly. After a moment, spent assessing how Yuujirou would react, he wrapped his arms around him, sighing into the embrace.

Leona leans down, possessive in the way that he leaned over the jaguar to rest his chin on his shoulder, a soft purr rumbling through him as he gently tried to rub against his neck to scent him in apology.

It takes more than a few seconds, but Yuujirou eventually exhales with a roll of his eyes, returning the hug and chuffing affectionately.

His tail still sways in irritation, but the panther lets Leona take the comfort he needs, slowly starting to stroke his hair. "Don't do it again. I won't be so forgiving, next time."

"Mmhm. Promise."

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plus-size-reader · 6 years

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Hulking Buffoon

M’Baku x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 1392 words

Warnings: none

Summary: Reader is the adviser to the Queen Mother, and she takes care of them after T’Challa loses the throne. M’Baku needs something from her to offer them sanctuary.

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You had been the Queen Mother's chief adviser for as long as you could remember. Your mother had held the position before you and her mother before that so even though you were young, you were qualified enough to hold such a high honor in the community. It hadn't really been more than spending time with her and helping her manage things around until recently with the rise of the new King, Killmonger and the death of T'Challa. You had been rushed off along with Nakia and Shuri to the Jabari mountains in seek of shelter and aid from the tribesmen.

"Queen Mother, you must be careful...you'll catch your death in this cold" you warned, tightening your own shawl around your shoulders. It was obvious that you weren't a fan of the weather, something that you wouldn't soon be escaping anytime soon. "Hush, I'll be fine" she urges, hiding her unhappiness under a teasing grin, she was miserable due to what happened to T'Challa and the cold and the general uncertainty of everything-something you couldn't blame her for in the slightest. You wanted to argue with her and urge her to cooperate but you held your tongue, she had never been one to comply if she didn't want too.

By the time you finally got to the mouth of the cave, you were all irritable and freezing to death but that didn't stop you from gawking in awe at the brilliant, hand-carved ape over the entrance. The Jabari may have been savage and technologically impaired but they sure knew how to maneuver their way around agriculture. You were greeted at the door by men, waving spears and painted head to toe in white, dusty warpaint "hello, we're here to see M'Baku" the Queen Mother started but was stopped when the larger of the two men began barking at her.

You may have been cold, and tired but that just wouldn't stand. After everything that your friend had been through, not even mentioning that she was the Queen, you would not allow for her to be treated in such a way. "You will not act that way toward the Queen Mother! Straighten up you dull-" you were going to continue insulting the buffoon, but were interrupted by an unfamiliar man beckoning you ominously forward. You looked back at Okoye for guidance and continued forward when she nodded.

The man led you into a larger area, it wasn't particularly homey or comfortable but it was hidden from the harsh cold and berating assault of the wind so you couldn't complain too much. At the head of the room, far out overlooking what seemed to be the edge of the world sat a hulking man, with shoulders wider and broader than you'd ever seen, sitting on what might as well have been a throne of bones and granite. You reached down and found the hand of the Queen Mother, her flesh was icy to the touch but she squeezed back reassuringly, silently telling you that she was fine.

You were bothered by the silence in the room, everyone was waiting for any sort of brake in the room and were tense as they awaited it. The break finally came when the man called out to you, his voice gruff and deep in his throat "You must be the little mouse who was yelling" he huffs, it seemed to so odd for him to be saying something like that to you, considering how big you considered yourself but compared to him, you might as well have been a mouse.

You scoffed at his tone, somehow degrading though he didn’t seem to mean it that way. There was just something about his demeanor that angered you, maybe it was the way your queen mother had been treated at the front gate, but you weren’t in the mood. There was something so frustrating about being so close to M’Baku, you’d only seen him a few times but you weren’t afraid of him by any means. “They say the great elephant fears the mouse” you counter, stepping up on the steps leading to the throne. There was something about him putting himself above everyone else that you couldn’t let stand.

He chuckled, entertained by your power and strength, the queen mother and the rest of your party had been taken to separate rooms, leaving the two of you all alone. “Maybe that’s true, though I’m a gorilla after all” he smirked, settling his elbows on his knees. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at his arrogance. “You’re nothing but a hulking buffoon” you chide, crossing your arms across your chest. Maybe it was sort of childish but you just couldn’t imagine how such a large, brutish man could offer you the safety you were searching for in the name of T’Challa.

After all, M’Baku was the man who tried to challenge him for the throne in the first place so how was it possible that he had your best interest at heart. Your words shocked M’Baku, no one dared speak to him that way. Slowly, he rose from his seat, his eyes locked on you in a near threatening way.

You felt the urge to back away from him but stood your ground. You’d challenged his authority now, and you couldn’t just pretend like you hadn’t. By the time he reached you, his footsteps were booming along the floor, making you tense with each forceful step. He didn’t stop until he was right up against you with his large frame looming over you. “Repeat that” he suggested, for a moment you wondered if it was a question...though you knew better.

“I said, you’re a hulking buffoon” your voice was careful but no less strong than before. He thought he could frighten you but you weren’t easily scared. The woman of your bloodline had been looking after the Black Panther for generations, and this man was no greater than they. M’Baku hummed, his eyes burning beneath their pools as he tried to break your resolve.

You were strong, he could tell but that only seemed to spur him on that much further. He wanted nothing more than to see you kneeling at his feet, calling him your one true king. You should have seen his bargain coming, but you were too busy pretending he wasn’t affecting you to notice.

In truth, the close proximity of his broad body was putting you on edge but it wasn’t for the reason it should have been. He was alluring and handsome in a barbaric way but still. He nodded, taking one of your hands in his larger one, the contrast was nearly staggering and ridiculous, earning a gasp from you. “I will offer you and the others sanctuary-on one condition” he smirked, not at all bothered by your slight fidgeting. You didn’t understand what he was getting at, so you nodded-urging him to continue.

“You will be my wife, and in exchange you will all be allowed to stay” he offered, making your mouth go dry. You couldn’t be married, especially not to a man like M’Baku. Marriage wasn’t in your nature, but the most important thing to you was the well-being of the royal family and your friends. “I cannot accept such a proposal-without your word that they will be safe” your voice was surprisingly slight and quiet but none-the-less, M’Baku didn’t seem to mind.

He nodded, understanding your hesitance. Your people had many ideas about the jabari and their leader specifically so it wasn’t a mystery why you took a moment to answer. “I give you my word that they will be safe” He repeated, trying his hardest to sound as sincere as possible. This whole thing wasn’t going as planned as far as M’Baku was concerned, but he’d never been good at expressing his feelings and desires.

Your hand fell to your ample hip, tossing your head to the side to get a better look at him. You wanted to look in his eyes, hoping that the great goddess would allow you to understand if he was telling the truth. Nothing happened that seemed world ending so you accepted his offer, turning your back to him in search for the Queen Mother. For some reason as you walked away, you couldn’t shake the idea that you’d done something awful.

#m'baku #m'baku x ps reader #m'baku x plus size reader #black panther #black panther x plus size reader #black panther x ps reader #marvel #marvel x ps reader #marvel x plus size reader

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ggukkieland · 3 years

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📕BTS Fic Reads - 2021 April pt. 1

Thank you dear authors for these gems. Words are not enough to express how much I appreciate these stories 🥰 And if you’re a reader who stumbled upon this list and liked any of the fics, please don’t forget to show appreciation by reblogging their work or giving positive feedback to these authors 😉.

Note: Most of fics have smut content. FOR MUSLIM READERS, THIS IS NOT RAMADAN-SAFE (only few fics are SFW). A lovely reader requested for SFW fic recs so please enjoy these lists instead:

🌷 Fic Recs (SFW) Fluff/Angst Stories:

Part 1 (Recommended Authors + selected fics) for fluffy/angst content (SFW)

Part 2 (Recommended Fics)

Taehyung | Jungkook

Tip: If link doesn’t work, click on author and go to their masterlist

🥕 S - smut | F - fluff | A - angst

🌷 with reaction/review on some completed fics (if reading these help)

--- Some are new, some re-reads, while some are past reads that haven’t been reblogged yet. Mostly mature (minors dni). M x F pairing.

🥕[Ongoing Series]

Ongoing fics will be in a separate post moving forward so I can better keep track of them. All fics listed are completed series or one shots I enjoyed reading and re-view-blogging this month.

🥕[Completed Fics/Series]

Namjoon

Always in my Dreams @sunshinekims - one shot | 15.4k | Soulmate AU, Dream AU | F, S, slight A 🌷

A Very Personal Assistant @mintjoonlep - one shot (with follow up drabble | 7k | CEO AU, Assistant!Reader, Idiots to Lovers, contract personal companion | S, F 🌷

Bewitched, Body & Soul @kithtaehyung - one shot/drabble | 4.2k | Pride and Prejudice AU, Husband AU, PWP | S (full fic to be posted)

Break Up with Your Girlfriend @lovetrivia - series [3/3] | 16.5k | College AU, TA!Namjoon, Tease OC | S, F 🌷

Closure @namjoonchronicles - one shot | 3.7k | hurt/comfort, Established Relationship, Husband AU | A, F

Discolorare @akinnie75 - one shot | 22k | Fantasy AU, Beast!Namjoon, accused witch Reader | F, A 🌷 #holygrailfic

Empiricism @papillonsgf - one shot | 7.5k | Med Student AU, Strangers to Lovers, Enemies to Lovers (themes) | S

Gardenia @tangerineyoongles - drabble | 1k | Florist AU, Strangers to Lovers | F 🌷

There’s a First Time for Everything - @jcwriting - one shot | 2.8k | Idol AU, Namjoon never experienced bj before | smut, pwp

Seokjin

Made Up Love Song @floralseokjin - series [10/10] | 94.9k | Single Dad AU, Teacher!Reader, CEO AU, dilf!seokjin | F, S, A 🌷

Royally Fucked @couture-kookie - one shot | 14k | Royalty AU, Prince AU, Personal Assistant, Hybrid AU, Dragon!Seokjin, Black Panther!Reader | S, A, F 🌷 (this is amusing too)

View @noteguk - drabble | 2.1k | CEO!Seokjin, Lawyer!OC, exhibitionism, established relationship | S 🌷

Withering Away @agustdjoon - one shot | 10.8k | Hanahaki AU, Idol!Seokjin x Staff!Reader, Heavy Angst | A

Yoongi

Come Home @kookiesjoonies - one shot | 3.2k | Exes AU | S, A, slight F (reblog of old faves) 🌷

Cut Me Open @hayjeon - two shot [2/2] | 30k | Divorce AU, Marriage AU, Doctor AU, Surgeon AU | A, S, F (reblog of old faves) 🌷

First Loves @yukheii - drabble | 2k | Dad!Yoongi, Daughter!Yoona (wife is mentioned), seriously this is adorable | F, F, F! 🌷

I Don’t Wanna Love You @moonnightyoongi - series [3/3] | 18.5k | Break Up AU, College AU | A, slight F

Playing With Fire @houseofdemi-blog - series [8/8] | 21.4k | Fake Dating AU, Rich Girl AU, Producer Yoongi, Bad Boy AU, lin | A, S, F (reblog of old faves) 🌷

links per chapter lead to author’s old url. to access the chapters, I posted the hyperlinks here

PS I Woof You @gimmesumsuga - one shot | 26k | Fur Parents AU, Pet Owners AU, Neighbor AU | F, S 🌷

Quickie in the Closet @xlovelyyoongix - drabble | 930 | established relationship, idol au | S, pwp (kind of crack-ish in the end) 🌷

Sticky Notes @threeletterslife - one shot | 5k | established relationship, on the rocks | A, slight F 🌷

Tears of a Villain @jimlingss - one shot | 15.3k | Superhero AU, feat Villain!Seokjin, don’t be fooled by the cute description this is Heavy Angst 😥) | A, F (an old read and I don’t know why I tortured myself reading this again)

Upgrade @joonsgalore - one shot | 4.1k | FWB AU, feat FWB!Taehyung, one night with Min Yoongi was enough to ruin you for absolutely anyone else 🔥 | S (reblog because of an ask) 🌷

Hoseok

Coin Flip @flowerwrites06 - two shot | 17k | Butler!Hoseok, Spy AU, Royalty AU | A, S 🌷

Dance to This @bobagukk - one shot | 3k | dancer AU, fuckboy AU, kind of dom!reader | S, pwp 🌷

Get Wet @prolixitae - drabble | 2k | established relationship, shower sex, pwp | S (this is so amazingly written! As I was putting this list I just realized it’s only 2k and yet the level of details in the scenario ugh what an amazing writer) 🌷

Make Me a Match @btsarmy9593 - one shot | 4K | Dystopian AU, Arranged Marriage AU | F, S 🌷

Not Interested @sehunpeachy - one shot | 20k | Enemies to Lovers, Swimmer!Hoseok, Coach Assistant!Reader | A, F, S 🌷

Say, Cheese! @artaefact - drabble | 1.3k | photographer!hoseok, strangers to lovers, brokenhearted OC | F (really cute) 🌷

To The Beat of my Heart @jeonggukingdom - one shot | 7.2k | Dancer AU, mirror smut | S 🌷

Jimin

Lost & Found @alpacaparkaseok - series [17/17] | 62.3k | Soulmate AU, Idol AU, red string of fate (OC cut the string) | A, F 🌷

Mile High Club + Business Meets Pleasure @geniuslab - two shot | 9.8k | Co-workers AU, Office AU, kind of strangers to lovers (both assigned to attend the conference and OC doesn’t interact with PJM before the “airplane smut”) | S, F 🌷

Moon Karaoke @singguks - drabble | 2k | Coworker AU, sudden outage | F (cute) 🌷

Sanctuary @chimchimsauce - series [16/16] | 20k | Hybrid AU, Wolf Hybrid!Jimin, Barista!OC, feat sanctuary staff Taehyung, hurt/comfort | F, A

Unloved Letters @mintemps - one shot | 3.2k | break up AU, epistolary (letter form, but there were long dialogues in the letters, so more of half-letter?) | A

Taehyung

Allegro @ironicarmy - one shot | 10.9k | Enemies to Lovers, College AU, Music AU, Choir AU | F, A, S

All That Glitters @/bobagukk - drabble | 1.6k | hybrid AU, dragon hybrid!taehyung, sugar daddy AU | S

All This Stigma @army-author | two shot | 14.9k | Heir AU, FWB AU, College AU, Unplanned Pregnancy AU, Arranged Marriage AU | A, F 🌷

Bibliotheque @joonbird - one shot | 15k | College AU, Librarian!Taehyung, Literature themes, Enemies to Lovers (more of rivals over scholarship) | F, A,S (a reblog of old faves) 🌷

Black Magic @chickenkooks - one shot | 18k | College AU, Magic AU, Magic School, Outsider!Taehyung, Fantasy AU, Witch AU, feat. annoying Jimin 🤭 | S, A, F (the smut scene in the magical world is 👌) 🌷

Do You Want More? @7deadlysinsfics - drabble | 1.6k | actor!taehyung x maid!oc, pwp | S

Guess Who @silhouetted-beauty - two shot [2/2] | 6.8k | established relationship, idol AU (I guess?), threesome with a mystery member (That was the fun part! Guessing who the other member is) | S 🌷

I Choose You @btsqualityy - one shot | 5k | abo dynamics, werewolf AU, Mating AU, soulmate AU | F, S 🌷

Komorebi @jungkookiebus - drabble | 1.1k | strawberry farmer!Taehyung, sensory fic (This is amazing! The way it was written has a real calming effect. Not much on plot but it is a sensory-focused writing 😅) | F 🌷

Love or In Love @rookiegukie - drabble | 1k | doctor AU, persistent Taehyung (really cute) | F 🌷

Moon Breaker @magicalsalamander - one shot | 17k | Werewolf AU, sort of forbidden love (humans and werewolf mates bring misfortune), Alpha!Taehyung - (part of my Taehyung Werewolf fiic recs) | F, A,S (reblog of faves) 🌷

The Time Traveler’s Playbook @/threeletterslife - one shot | 6.5k | Time Traveler AU, 389 times for Taehyung to set things right | A, F 🌷

The Watcher @yandere-society - one shot | 4.3k | feat Hoseok (it’s actually more on Hoseok x Reader but there’s a twist. Please, this is sooo goood), Yandere themes, Established Relationship (Taehyung), Ex!Hoseok | A 🌷

You + Me @full-of-jams - drabbles | 3.8k | ex-friends, longing, pining | A, F 🌷

Jungkook

posted here (had to separate due to bulk of fics)

🥕 posted: 2021 Apr 23

🥕 link to other reading lists

🌹 I love to read so feel free to recommend a fic =)

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i-drink-and-i-write-fics · 3 years

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Vote: What fic is next?!

Hi all my lovely readers!

During this next rotation, Father’s Day and Avoidance will be completed. My list will finally be reasonable and I will be adding Let Nature Take Her Course back to the rotation (I want to add Mirror as well, but I still haven’t figured out a non-depressing ending).

Unfortunately, I won’t be opening my requests just yet. But only because I have so many on my TBW List. So I’m creating a poll! Comment on this thread with an emoji tied to the fic you would like to read next:

🧚‍♂️ (fairy): The Hidden Realm - Queen Rhyannon (OFC) x Lord Elrond

🤖 (robot): Prodigy Child - Tony Stark x GN!Reader

🧝‍♂️ (elf king): Kings & Queens - Thranduil x Laddien/Ladi (OFC), Thorin x Ladi

🏵 (rose): The Queen’s Guard - Myria Stone (OFC) x Jorah Mormont

👩‍🍳 (chef): Peredhel - Erestor x Samantha/Sam (OFC)

🦇 (bat): Battle of the Billionaires - Tony Stark x Mya (OFC), Bruce Wayne x Mya

🐆 (panther): Just a Moment in Time (Sequel to Agent or Princess) - Everett Ross x Black!Fem!Reader

All summaries can be found here. If you’re voting on your computer and can’t use emojis, just comment the title instead. Since my rotation is still full, voting will end on Aug 14th (and will be extended as needed).

Thanks!

Marvelous Mutant

Ps: you can also send in anon votes!

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bookwormdeen · 4 years

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Requests Open

Hello!

These can be pairing with Reader, OC (fanfic or one-shot) or just one-shot without pairing (just the character).

I do dates special (b-days, Christmas, etc)

Smut (Only in some cases), Dark themes: Allowed. I like polemic, yes! Feminism, Gender questions, Politic, Health. All of it. The world is a lot of things, writing has to be too. Plus, art is here to help.

I value things that run from stereotypes or cliche. So your character can be LGBTQI +, Black... Anything really. I don’t wanna just white perfect characters. I want different. Because different is far more challenging and fun to write.

I am taking requests with the following characters:

TV Shows

Daredevil: Foggy Nelson; Benjamin Poindexter, Matt Murdock, Vladimir Ranskahov

The Originals: Kol, Klaus, Elijah

Vampire Diaries: Damon, Kai Parker

Vienna Blood: Max Liebermann

The Punisher: Billy Russo.

The Witcher: Jaskier, Cahir, Lazlo

The Order:Hamish Duke, Randall

Justified: Tim Gutterson

Limitless: Bryan Flinch

Ragnarok: Fjor Jutul, Laurentis

Dark: Jonas, Magnus Nielsen

Peaky Blinders: Thomas Shelby, Michael Gray

Amazing Spider-Man: Ben Reilly (Scarlet Spider), Peter Parker, Alistair Smyte, Miles Morales

A Discovery of Witches: Marcus Whitmore

Merlin: Merlin, Arthur, Mordred, Gwaine, Lancelot

Grimm: Nick Burkhardt

Good Wife: Cary Agos, Finn Polmar

Star Trek: Spock, Khan, James Kirk, *Data

Dusk Till Dawn: Richard Geko, Seth Gecko

Glee: Sam Evans

Scream: Noah Foster, Gustavo Acosta, Eli Hudson, Will Belmont

Hannibal: Hannibal Lecter

Money Heist (La Casa de Papel): Berlim

The Good Doctor: Shaun Murphy, Neil Melendez, Alex Park

Castlevania: Adrian Tepes, Trevor Belmont

Clone Wars: Obi-Wan Kenobi, Anakin Skywalker

Sex Education: Otis, Adam Groff, Eric

Movies

Marvel: Loki, Bucky (Winter Soldier), Peter Parker, Sam Wilson, Bruce Banner, Doctor Strange, Quicksilver, Black Panther, Harry Osborn

DC: Bruce Wayne, Scarecrow, Joker

Ex Machina: Caleb Smith

Riot Club: Miles Richards, Dimitri Mitropoulos, Guy Bellingfield, James Leighton

1917: Blake, Scholfield

Narnia: Edmund Pevensie, Peter Pevensie, Caspian

Hobbit: Legolas, Thorin, Thranduil

Fantastic Beasts: Newt Scamander, Theseus Scamander

6 Underground: 4, 6, 7

HP: Draco Malfoy

Game of Thrones: Robb Stark

Maze Runner: Newt, Gally

Characters

Iron Fist Austen: Mr Darcy, Mr Tilney, Sidney Park, Frederick Wentworth

Noah Centineo

PS: Here are listed only man but you can ask woman too (I don’t know which ones to put, there are much more than these ones).

Ships

Crossover ships are accepted too!

Davina x Kol

Mr Darcy x Elizabeth

Mr Tilney x Catherine Morland

Anne x Gilbert

Sidney Park x Charlotte

Matt Murdock x Karen Page

Billy Russo x Krista Dumont

Amy March x Laurie

Rich Gecko x Kate Fuller

Anastasia x Dimitri

I love AUs and crossovers: like HP meets Narnia, or something like that. Ask about Actors are good too.

Free Stories

These ones I pretend to write more of it or remake it. These will be long fanfics. Feel free to share ideas. If you want a one-shot involving these TV shows or movies is good too.

Obs: Some of them may be only in my Wattpad account. * @lucy_beau

The Alienist; Dirk Gently; Northanger Abbey; Sherlock, Sanditon; The Adventures of Tintin; Chained; Fallet; Ripper Street; Byzantium, Jumanji; Carrie Pilby; Vallerian; The Name of The Rose, Crimpson Peak; Revenge; Red Sparrow; Hookup Plan; The Ottoman Lieutnant

Free Ask:

Saw a thing and want a fanfic? Send me the idea. The movie is bad but could be good? Let’s write it. Want a prompt but can’t write? Maybe I can do it. Send it to me!

Free fanfics or stories have a limited number of chapters: 20.

Obs: I don’t do terror. Horror? Yes.

SEND!!!!

If you want to be in my TAGLIST, say.

Need some help getting ideas? Look here: Prompts

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maladaptive-ninja-returns · 6 years

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J.B.B.

Bucky x Reader

Content: Fluff I guess

Warning: There may be a body bag somehwere in here

Word count: so much that my editor on the phone said it couldn’t take it anymore. so...sorry about that.

PS: This is just experimentation. Is this a one-shot or a series, I don’t know that yet, but if it does get some attention, I’m definitly writing smut for this one. *sharp exhale* About time I stepped deeper into the water.

MASTERLIST

^J.B.B., ^Part 2, ^Part 3, ^Part 4, ^Part 5, ^Part 6, *Part 7, !Part 8, ^Part 9, ^Part 10, !Part 11, ^Part 12, Part 13

"How can you love someone like that?" You looked at your recently made friend, Gina, from work, thinking whether to invest your time in all the possibly great explanations or to stick to the shorter version of it. "Because loving is far easier to deal with than hate. Hate makes you feel bad." You scrunched your nose as both of you walked past the poster of the Frankenstein remake as Gina rolled her eyes at you. "You do know that's not true, right? Commitment sucks babe. It sucks real hard." You giggled as her curls bounced so gracefully even as she moved her head in colourful disgust. "I don't know, man. I've never really found anyone 'relationship-worthy' yet." "Really?" She sounded surprised, "How many people have you dated?" You shrugged your shoulders and raised your hands in approximate gestures, "uhh...two." Gina stopped in the middle of the street and looked at you, her head tilted in question. "Girl, what is a beautiful woman like you doing in your free time if not making out with someone?" "Hanging out with a crazy friend," you responded nonchalantly, breaking into a smile on seeing Gina's surprise turn into her signature smug face. "Alright you cocky angel. Looks like I'll have to play your wingwoman. I'll be taking details on Monday. Bye babe." You waved as she crossed the road and skipped towards her home while you walked straight ahead. You turned towards your street, bumping into a wall. "Oof!" Or so you thought. You tried to find a footing as your legs retrieved from the huge structure standing right in the middle of the sidewalk. And of course, you failed miserably, landing on the hard tiles with a sad groan while your groceries spilled everywhere. "Apologies, ma'am." A man at least six feet tall, with a built that could put all Greek Gods to shame, kneeled before you, bringing forward his right hand for you to sit up and began collecting the scattered plums and putting into your paper bag quickly. You were not able to get a good look at his face covered under a cap. But you did not miss his sharp jaw or his long brown hair playing near his neck. You would’ve never stopped looking at him had he not turned his clear ocean eyes back at you. "Sorry, I uhh didn't see where I was going," you apologised, too embarrased to look at him, and moved towards the bread loaf lying beside you. You picked up the loaf to find what looked like a journal. It didn't have anything written over it, just tiny initials on the inside of the cover page- J.B.B. You turned around to find your groceries neatly standing in the paper bag with no sign of the human form of the Alps. You turned again to look around the corner. No one. No sign of even the shadow of a man. Just a lingering scent of his, letting you know that you hadn't dreamt it. Putting the journal in your bag with the thought of returning it to its owner, you started walking to your destination, with a really interesting incident to overthink about for the day.

Your neighborhood didn't have much to speak about except the different hues of white on every apartment and an abandoned building right opposite the one you had begun calling home. The rent was cheap, thanks to the abandoned heap of bricks in front of your apartment-that for some people was too much to look at- and the facilities were good. You'd found a job of an assistant manager at a local bookshop that was, for you, unusually large and filled with content you'd never even heard about. Gina worked in the maintenance section for the 'limited copies' and 'local history' area and your curiosity had been the reason you two had met and bonded over your love for all the pages that smelled old and dusty. Your apartment was small- the door taking you straight into the hallway with a couch and TV that was at one foot distance from the kitchen, that stood opposite your bedroom- but you'd made it pretty cozy for yourself. You went straight into your routine once you were home. Keeping your belongings on 'the chair' in the bedroom, you opened the bathroom door while putting on a playlist according to your mood- randomizing when you felt daring- and came out of your clothes to get under the shower. Today the mood list was sensual and the water pressure was strong. You liked it cold, sometimes lukewarm when the cold European winter made you miss home. The shower would be followed by making dinner and snacks- the latter being the supper for cats and kittnes that would visit you or the ones that had inhabited the building opposite yours. Their company was the best. They loved anything and everything you brought for them and they ate it till there was nothing left or they experienced food coma. You wanted to keep a cat but your apartment was too small-according to you- and you'd rather they have their freedom than be cooped up in a small space for the entirety of their life. You picked up the basket full of mildly roasted bread smothered in butter and all the Tupperware containing milk and your dinner along with a small mat and made your way to your little friends. "Aah! No wonder they've been crying so loudly. They must have smelled the delicious bread." "I still don't know how they do that Mr Kline. It's like an inbuilt clock that tells them exactly when I'm home." "They do, actually. But for them it's less of a biological clock and more of a 'Y/N has come home-let's party' clock upon hearing your arrival." Mr. Kline was the handy serviceman of the building. Even though he was a reputed professor of world history at the local college, he preferred to be simply known as the building's caretaker. You hadn't understood why a man as wise as him would chose to work for a building he practically owned with his husband and not be standing in a lecture hall somewhere talking about all the knowledge he had gathered in half a century. His well-kept golden brown hair and his soft personality towards the people he liked made him look younger than he was, never giving away the sass and the wisdom that was kept at the edge of his tongue for the ones who thought they knew it all. He'd been the one to recommend you for the job at the library and you made sure to thank him this wonderful man with whatever little unpopular knowledge you could share with him about your birthplace. You shared a greeting with him as you left the building and crossed the street towards the unkept one. The building, like any other in this town, was quite sturdy. It still had wallpapers over the corridors and stairs from the previous owners. Almost everything was intact- the stairs, the apartment doors, nearly all the windows, even some punk rock poster wall in one apartment. Some walls had been grafitti-ed on with memes and uplifting messages, others had weird symbols drawn on them. Some walls had been taken down on various floors for whatever had been the plans for this place before they were dropped. So, yeah, nearly everything was intact. The only thing that you knew was not, was the heating. You climbed up to the second floor and turned to the apartment space to your left. The places where the walls and door were supposed to be, had been taken down on both sides. It was nearly an open space except for the bedrooms and bathrooms. Turning on the working lightbulb in the apartment space you announced your presence. "Hey my little furballs!" You were met by half a dozen of meows and tails standing straight up in the air on seeing you. The cats and kittens, cuddled into each other over the heating pad Kline had put up for them, got up and came over to you, rubbing themselves with your legs and purring. One of them, with black fur that shined blue under the lights like a clear night sky, stood up on his two feet and looked you with his big green eyes before meowing loudly. "Yes, Panther, I've got your buttered toasties. Come on, Nina. You too, Sakura." Everyone looked at you with the same curiosity as you put down their share of milk and bread in a line. You watched them eat and drink with such excitement in your heart as you opened your dinner and sat down on your mat. You were about to dig into your vegetables when you heard a tiny creak from the wooden floors. You turned around to look at the dark space opposite to where you and your furballs were. The apartment next door was only lit by the glow of street lights from the sidewalk outside. Only silence clad the darkness there. You were about to go back to your dinner when a reflection in the window of that apartment caught the corner of your eyes. You turned back but there was nothing there. Alright, Y/N, you thought to yourself, you've been coming here for quite some time now and nothing like this has happened before. So there is definitely someone or something here. You stood up, your hand slowly moving to your back as you took careful steps towards the space next door. Moving your grey T-shirt up, you felt the cold metal side on your fingers before they found the wooden handle and took out the knife. The cats were too busy in their food to notice you enter the space next door. The floor creaked as you moved in. This apartment was covered in yellow wallpaper everywhere with patterns of what looked like green coloured plants. The kitchen counters had gathered dust everywhere except one tiny spot at the side that faced you. You positioned yourself and hovered the edge of your right palm over it, finding the similarity in the imprint on the dust. Someone was here. And they had been watching you. And the only places where they could have disappeared to were the cold outside through the sealed windows or behind the bathroom and bedroom wall. Everything rational inside you told you to get out of here. And like any person outside a horror movie, you heard your reasonable brain and slowly backed away from the who or the what you could not see. "The building looks empty boss." You heard voices, moving around below you. "Go look upstairs. I don't want the body to be found before at least a month." Fear eroded your senses for five seconds. Just as the sixth came, you gathered yourself and removed your shoes- thanking whatever force made you buy these no laces loafer looking things- and went across the space to turn off the lights. You could here footsteps approach the floor below you. "This one's empty t-oh look, there's a punk rock wall here!" The cats looked at you in confusion as you frantically looked around for a place to hide before turning back to the only wall standing there staring at you. "Fuck," cursed under your breath. "Okay, okay, I'll check upstairs but I'm telling ya I want something like that in my room too." Oh screw it, you thought, running on your toes towards the door standing in the wall with your hand tightly gripping your knife, I'd rather be scared by a ghost than end up in a body bag. Quietly opening the door, your entered inside the room and closed the door cautiously just as the footsteps announced themselves on the floor. "What the hell? Where the walls at?" You jumped at hoarse voice reverberating throughout never letting your eyes leave where you came from as you moved away from the door. "Well, I'll be damned. Look, boss, there are little furries purrin' over here." Oh no! The cats! Oh no your tupperware you idiot, your brain shouted, so much for being cautious. A pair of footsteps thumped up the stairs making you move further back into the room and wanting to dissolve in the wall behind you. And that's when you noticed the wall closet. "John, there's food here," a deep voice hissed. "Yeah the cats gettin' hungry." "You thick bamboo of a head! There's plastic everywhere. Look! It's warm. Someone's here," the cold voice declared. It didn't take you more than ten seconds to open the closet and climb inside. You had your shoes huddled close to your chest with one hand while the other had the knife at ready. "Check that fucking room, John!" You tried to steady your wavering breath, inching away from the closet door that had tiny slits letting in the already filtered light coming from the window. Your back came in contact with the wall in a single step. The space was smaller than you'd thought. The curses grew louder as reluctant heavy footsteps came near the bedroom's door. Suddenly your senses noticed a vague familiarity around you. Like a blink-and-miss memory. Your mind walking away from the danger lurking outside and entering this dark square space, noticing a scent. A familiar scent. The one you'd come in contact with this morning. The wall behind you getting warmer in your back. Chilling electricity passed throughout your body at the realisation as your defense system took over and tried to turn around, only to me stopped by a pair of strong, ripped arms wrapping themselves around your mouth and your hand that held the knife. "Shh shh shhh." You heard a familiar voice whisper in your ear before both of you heard the door click open. "Yello'. Is there anybody there?" You froze at the creepy voice that called out from the entrance of the room. "It's okay I won't hurt you. I promise," the man behind you persuaded, "I can't say anything about the men outside." Your arms ached at the position it was being held at but you did not want to move it for letting the shady men outside know about your presence. And as much as the claustrophobic space was killing you besides a complete stranger, you didn't let go of your knife. The stranger's breathing was frustratingly normal as his chest rose and fell behind you so languidly. His heart beat too never showed any signs of panic whatsoever. "I'm taking away my hands now, okay?" Came a pleading whisper of a question. You nodded just as a tear fell off from your cheeks onto the back of his palm. His body remained motionless behind you, never feeling the urge to move away from you, if there was space to move away, that is. "I'm sorry," he muttered under his breath as he loosened his grip around your mouth calculatingly, his fingers grazing your lips as they moved away. The other hand, gloved, just left your arms as if it wasn't putting any effort in keeping you from stabbing him. "Hey boss!" The loud voice made you jump, making the man behind you grab your waist gently as he whispered, "Move behind me." You shook your head, turning your knife, making it graze along the skin on your wrist while your thumb rested on the top of the handle. You had one way of getting out of here and you were not compromising it. You could have sworn you felt his breath get stuck in his lungs in surprise at your choice. "What?" The 'boss' entered the room as well. "I think we can dump the body here. The cats can eat 'em up and no one gon's ta know." The tensed air inside the entire room went silent for a moment as three humans questioned the sanity of the fourth one. "Keep talking like that and I'll bury you too, John. Now come with me to the basement. No one's going to go there anytime soon. Faster John! We are not getting paid by the hour by that Russian!" The footsteps receded downwards and you waited for a moment to let go of your breath and move towards the closet door when the arms still wrapped around you stopped you. "No, they're still here." The whisper now turned into a mumble, allowing you to hear his actual voice. Nearly five minutes passed when the warm body towering from behind you finally shifted, letting go of your waist. "Okay they're gon-ghh" You drove the knife through his thigh and dash out of there, nearly breaking the closet door off the hinges, never looking back at the door, the cats, the tupperware, stopping only when you had climbed up two storeys, opened your apartment door and bolted all latches. Your breathless state and the nausea caught up as the rush receded, making you fall down on to the ground.

It took a while for you to collect your thoughts as you got up and stared outside the window overlooking the building you'd just run out from. The same windows that had lit up the dark space stared right at you, sitting in silence until you saw a shadow move. The vibration of your phone forced out a small scream. By the time you turned back, the shadow had disappeared. "Hello?" You tried to smoothen out the tremble in your voice. "Hey Y/N, quick question- beer or whiskey?" "Huh?" "Pick one." You looked back at the window. "Uhh...Whiskey." "Nice! Netflix or Local Cable?" "Uhh...I don't... Gina can we do this tomorrow?" "..." "Hello?" "Are you with someone right now?" A cold pain ran through your heart as your eyes went back to the building, searching for shadows. "N-no." "It's okay, darling. We'll catch up tomorrow." "Yeah." It took you a while to finally look away from the building and draw up all the curtains in your house and double check all the windows. Turning off all the lights, you picked up a knife from the kitchen and took to your bedroom, planting it under your mattress- just in case- before allowing your body to melt down into the sheets, smacking your head in frustration at the fact that this was not what you had planned to overthink about while going to bed, knowing full well you weren't going to sleep that night as well anyway.

What you did not know was that the world's deadliest assassin had seen you cross the street to enter the leftover of an apartment building with your hands full while searching for his journal. He'd followed you inside from the backdoor and had curiously but cautiously seen you from the shadows as you mingled with a bunch of stray cats. He'd tried to move closer to get a good look of this smile you had on your face when the floor gave away his presence, making him turn around the corner and into the room. He'd expected you to give up on searching the source of the noise like any rational human being who knew fear would but he'd seen the pair of scruffy men enter the building from the window, with a huge suspicious duffel bag that he was too familiar with. He was about to warn you when he felt your light footsteps approach the door, making him retrieve into the closet. Standing still as you searched around for a place to hide had been difficult for him. He could see the fear in them as you hugged your shoes close to your chest while the knife was kept away from your body like someone who knew how to use it but only for defense. What had been more difficult was the wave of panic that seared through him as he saw you open the closet door and stand right in front of him, your heated body touching his. The familiar slight scent of sweet oranges filled his nostrils as your hair brushed his stubble. He could feel himself relax as his senses started taking your presence in. He had seen you go stiff for a moment and he knew. Without wasting any time, his reflexes took over, wrapping his arms around you. He had felt your tear on his hand, wanting to apologise as many times as he could once you two were out of this mess. He had felt your heavy breaths waiting to get out of the closet. How he wished to help you calm down. And as soon as the threat had passed, he had wished to apologise and ask for his property back before you stabbed him in his thigh and ran away. For a flash of a second his anger had known no bounds. But something changed. Just as he saw you standing in the building opposite him, looking out in his direction, his anger broke, giving way to something new. He took out the knife from his leg and sat down beside the cats, who looked at him with pure judgement in their eyes. "Mwerr," Panther said angrily while Sakura meowed in question. You had left quite a deep cut in him. He estimated it may take the entire night to heal and had slumped down into your mat. "I'm sorry," he whispered into the air around him. He felt the pain. He felt your knife in his hand. He felt a smile creep onto his face after ages. "Brave gal."

The alarm made your sleep deprived head pound in frustration. You got up and welcomed the warm morning sun rays until last night's incident crept back into the bed with you. Pushing it away, you moved up and to the door to go and tell Kline that you wanted to get your door locks changed. As you opened it, you were welcomed by all your Tupperware, now clean and neatly stacked up at your doorstep with a note. I apologise for yesterday. Here's your property. I hope I can have mine back. I’ll wait in the City Park for you. -J.B.B.

^J.B.B., ^Part 2, ^Part 3, ^Part 4, ^Part 5, ^Part 6, *Part 7, !Part 8, ^Part 9, ^Part 10, !Part 11, ^Part 12, Part 13

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plussizeappreciationfics · 6 years

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One shot: He like that

Requested by anonymous: Helloo how you doing, girl? Can I have a imagine with Seb Stan and a latina reader with the song "He like that" - Fifth Harmony? Thank you so much, you're amazing and your blog is one of the best in the world. Ps: English is not my first language, so please forgive my mistakes. Have a wonderful weekend, doll💖🍃

Pairing: Latina plus sized reader x Sebastian Stan

Warning(s): NSFW 18+only, unprotected sex (use protection people)

Word count: 1806

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Mmm... Pumps and a bump, pumps and a bump You got that good boy attitude and yeah, I kinda like it You got the tats on your arm, got a bad girl excited You put that bass in the beat, won't you beat it up inside it? I got that pumps and a bump and you know you wanna try it Pumps and a bump, pumps and a bump He like the girls with the pumps and a bump Pumps and a bump, pumps and a bump I be that girl with the pumps and a bump

“Stop it” Sebastian hissed the second his parents began their own conversation across the table. You bit your lip to refrain yourself from chuckling when a deep blush crept onto his cheek. Your hand was resting on Sebastian’s thigh while you, him and his parents just had lunch at your shared house.

While his mother began telling the embarrassing story of how she walked out of the Black Panther movie without waiting for the post credit scene where Sebastian was in, you couldn’t help but admire your boyfriend’s beauty. You instantly felt the urge to feel him close to you, have his weight on top of you while feeling him in the most intimate way.

Of course, your boyfriend didn’t notice you staring lustfully at him while the wildest images flashed through your mind. He was really into his mother’s story and kept his eyes on her and chuckled when she burst out laughing while his father smiled at his wife.

You tried to distract yourself from the arousal that rose inside you felt but nothing helped. In order to get what you wanted, you needed to get Sebastian in the same mood. So, you slowly began sliding your hand up his thigh and squeezed it before gently moving onto his crotch.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about” you innocently spoke while batting your eyelashes. You felt so confident and empowered when your boyfriend swallowed hard while his eyes slowly traveled from your face down to your breasts. He bit his lip and let out a very low growl as his eyes darkened.

He like that bang, bang, bang He like that bomb, bomb, bomb He like that love, love, love I'm like that drug, drug, drug He trip when he on it, one taste and he want it He like that bang, bang, bang He like that bomb, bomb, bomb He like that love, love, love I'm like that drug, drug, drug He trip when he on it, one taste and he want it He got that rough neck swaggy, but he know how to hide it He got that dope boy cash, but he get it nine to five-ing He got a thing for them girls that make their money overnight-ing (Money overnight-ing) I know he bad for my health, but I still wanna try it (Still wanna try it)

“Sebastian are you alright?” his mother interrupted your heated moment. Your boyfriend cleared his throat and quickly nodded his head “Everything’s fine ma” he answered to which you smirked before giving his clothed length a gentle squeeze.

Sebastian shuddered before reaching his arm out and taking a big gulp of his water. “Wow you seem thirsty” you spoke while dragging the last word and squeezing his length again, feeling it hardening under your touch. You felt the arousal began to gather in between your thighs when your boyfriend placed his hand under the table and slid his hand up your thigh, tracing his finger slowly over your exposed skin.

“You seem sick son. Your face is red, maybe you should lie down and rest a little bit before we’ll take a walk” Sebastian’s father suggested. You tried your best stay calm while all you wanted to do was drag your boyfriend upstairs to your shared room and have him as desert. “That’s a good idea honey” his mother chimed in. His parents stood up “We’ll relax in the living room while you go take a nap. [Y/N] would you mind putting the TV for on?” Sebastian’s mother asked with a smile.

You nodded your head and quickly removed your hand from your boyfriend’s crotch and shrugged his hand off your thigh before standing up and clearing your throat, your body burning with desire.

You quickly glanced at Sebastian who took another sip of his water before leaning back against the chair. “Let’s go” you spoke and led your boyfriend’s parents out of the dining room. While you walked with them to the living room, Sebastian quickly gathered all the dirty dishes and brought them to the kitchen before putting them in the dishwasher and rushing up the stairs.

“Here you go” you smiled while putting the news channel on “Thank you dear” Sebastian’s father answered. You nodded your head before leaving the living room, past the kitchen and up the stairs to the bedroom.

Pumps and a bump (Oh), pumps and a bump He like the girls with the pumps and a bump Pumps and a bump (Oh), pumps and a bump I be that girl with the pumps and a bump He like that bang, bang, bang He like that bomb, bomb, bomb He like that love, love, love I'm like that drug, drug, drug He trip when he on it (On it), one taste and he want it (One taste and he want it) He like that bang, bang, bang, (He like that bang) He like that bomb, bomb, bomb, (He like that bomb) He like that love, love, love, (He like that love) I'm like that drug, drug, drug, (I’m like that drug) He trip when he on it (On it), one taste and he want it (One taste and...)

You gasped and bit your lip when you opened the door and your eyes immediately landed on Sebastian, who was just sitting on the edge of the bed in just his boxers and a smirk on his face. You stepped inside the room and closed the door behind you, “Finally” you sighed and began undressing yourself while walking over to your boyfriend.

“I knew you couldn’t resist me” you smirked before slipping out of your underwear and walking over to him naked. “I tried though” Sebastian responded as his eyes lustfully scanned your body, his length twitching in his boxers. You stared deeply into his eyes “Remove your boxers” you instructed and smiled when your boyfriend did so.

You slowly walked over to him before straddling his lap, making him place his hands on your thick thighs. “Mhm you’re so soft” your boyfriend mumbled as his hands began roaming all your thighs and butt. You let out a pleased sigh, “Gosh I’ve been wanting this for so long” you whispered near his ear while wrapping your arms around his neck.

You slowly began grinding your sex against his length, the delicate friction made the two of you let out a soft moan. “We need to be quiet” you spoke and let out a surprised moan when Sebastian rolled you over. Now you were lying on your back with him in between your thighs while your legs dangled off the bed. You quickly wrapped them around your boyfriend’s waist and smiled.

Sebastian smirked before leaning down and pressing his lips against yours, quickly slipping his tongue inside your mouth and moving it sensually against yours. You let out a soft whimper when you felt the tip of his length brush against your entrance.

“Mhmm baby” you whined and pushed your hips upwards. Sebastian groaned and cupped one of your breasts while his other hand slid down to your butt and grabbed a hold of it. You let out a surprised gasp when you felt his length slide inside you, your inner walls being stretched delicately.

“Oh yes” you rasped and clenched your eyes shut when Sebastian immediately began moving his hips, his thrusts steady and deep. You clung onto his shoulders and rested your head in the crook of his neck while whispering his name over and over again.

Your mind went completely blank at the immense pleasure you were feeling and you knew that you weren’t able to last long. Your boyfriend groaned your name and placed his thumb on your clit, putting enough pressure to make you arch your back and curl your toes.

(Bang) He love that bang (Bomb) He love that bomb, bomb, bomb (Love) He love that thang (Drug) He love that hit and run He lose his brain He going to stupid dumb He stupid dumb, all he ever want is some Pumps and a bump, pumps and a bump He like the girls with the pumps and a bump (Oh) Pumps and a bump (You know he wants some, wants some) Pumps and a bump I be that girl with the pumps and a bump He like that bang, bang, bang He like that bom, bom, bom He like that love, love, love I'm like that drug, drug, drug He trip when he on it, one taste and he want it He like that bang, bang, bang He like that bom, bom, bom He like that love, love, love I'm like that drug, drug, drug He trip when he on it, one taste and he want it

You rolled Sebastian over before straddling his lap and instantly beginning to bounce on it. You placed your hand on his shoulders and smirked when he tried saying something but no words let his lips. You grinded your hips against his pelvic bone, the friction causing you to shudder as you threw your head back and slowed down the pace of your hips.

“No” your boyfriend whined and placed his hands on your thighs, his fingernails digging into your skin but you didn’t mind. “Do you want to cum?” you rasped to which Sebastian nodded before arching his back when you began bouncing again.

You felt the delightful tension form in the pit of your stomach, making you clench your eyes shut as heavy breaths left your mouth. “Oh yes, cum with me” you whimpered just before you reached your high as a soft, breathless moan left your lips. Your boyfriend shuddered when he felt your tight walls clench around his length. A few seconds later, he reached his high too as you continued grinding your hips, riding your orgasms out.

“Wow” he panted as you got off him with shaky legs. You lied next to Sebastian as the two of you tried to catch your breaths. “D-Do you think they heard us?” you asked referring to his parents. Your boyfriend shook his head and smiled at you “I don’t think so” he panted and wrapped his arm around your waist. You chuckled, “Good because that would be so embarrassing”.

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#Sebastian Stan #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan x plus size reader #plus size reader

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laivineoasis30 · 5 years

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Insta-Romance

Genre: Fluff, Instagram, Strangers to Lovers

Pairing: JB x Reader

Summary: JB gets a private Instagram message that really intrigues him. When he can’t answer, he replies in the only way that he can, with posts.

Warning: None really.

Word Count: 2453

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6/15/2018

JB's phone dinged. He looked at his phone, and he sighed. Mark furrowed his brow, as he looked at JB. JB shook his head, and turned back to the make-up artist. His phone dinged three times, and he closed his eyes, frustrated.

Ever since he had opened his own Instagram account, he had been getting messages, private ones. Most were cute. Fans asking if he was ok, saying they loved him. A few though, like the ones from this particular account, would send inappropriate things, and he was getting tired of it. He sighed deeply.

"What's wrong?" Mark asked, looking at him curiously.

"Do you get messages on Instagram?"

"Oh, yeah," Mark answered, nodding. "Some fans though, they are so bad." He laughed.

"Yeah."

JB gave Mark his phone. Three separate fans were sending him pictures of themselves, clad only in underwear. Mark's eyes widened, and his mouth dropped. His shocked face looked up at JB's, and JB nodded. Mark shook his head.

"Why don't you block them?"

"Because, in the end, they are fans," JB answered.

His phone dinged, and JB rolled his eyes. He turned off the notifications from Instagram, and allowed the stylist to finish her work. The show went amazing. The fans were great, and he was tired.

As he got back to the door, after the concert, he flopped onto the couch, and he checked the phone. He had 50 messages from Instagram. With a groan, he started checking them. He had messages in every language, which he needed translated. A few of them were in English. A lot were inappropriate. One, however, caught his attention. It was short, and in English.

"Hey Mark, what does this say?" JB asked, passing his phone to the older male.

Mark read the message to him. "Hi. Hope you're having a good tour and that you're staying healthy."

"That's the first message I got today, focused on my well-being," JB said, smiling. "Who is it, a fan?"

"Are you going to insta-stalk her?" Mark asked, grinning.

"Maybe," JB answered.

He clicked her profile picture, and looked at her profile. When he found a picture of hers, his eyes widened, and he smiled. She was so damn cute. He looked at all the pictures, and wanted desperately to follow her.

"I see that look," Mark said, smiling. "Don't forget. If you want to keep your Insta, don't reply, don't follow."

6/17/2018

JBs phone dinged, at three am, waking him up. He pulled his phone to him, and he checked it. A smile slowly formed on his face, as he read what she had messaged him, in Korean.

"나는 네가 자랑 스럽니다."

A blush crept on his cheeks, and he chuckled. She was proud of him. That made him feel so good. Once it was properly day time, he was still feeling very good. It was a beautiful day, so he pointed his phone at some pretty clouds, and snapped a picture. He posted it.

He hoped she knew that this was the only way he could reply. He felt as great as the day was, and it was all thanks to her. He was starting to look forward to her messages, even if they woke him up in the middle of the night.

He posted a picture of himself too. So that Y/N could see that he was fine, healthy, and well rested. He wanted to put her at ease.

6/20/2018

JB woke up a few minutes before his phone dinged. JB took the phone hoping the message was from Y/N. It was, and he smiled. It was a short and sweet message.

"Hope you have a good day."

Just like that, he knew he was going to have an excellent day. He took a shower, and then he got dressed. He decided that today he was going to be a tourist. He put on his black bucket hat, white t-shirt, baller shorts, and his backpack. As soon as everyone was up, he was going shopping.

While at the music store, JB's photo was snapped on his phone, by Jinyoung. JB posted it, to let Gigi know that he was having a very good day. He really hoped that she understood that this was the only way he was able to reply to her messages.

"Who are you showing the albums to," Jinyoung asked.

"Nobody," JB answered, but he smiled. "But somebody."

Jinyoung furrowed his brow. "You are weird, JB hyung."

"Some people like weird," JB answered.

Suddenly he was wondering if Y/N liked weird.

06/22/2018

JB's phone dinged, and he grabbed it. He read the message slowly, and then he his eyes widened. He jumped out of bed, forgetting he was in shorts and shirtless, and he ran across the hall. He banged on Mark and Yugyeom's door.

Yugyeom opened the door, rubbing his brown eyes, sleepily. JB ran past Yugyeom, and jumped on Mark's bed. He grabbed him by the shoulders and shook him awake. Mark groaned, before he blinked repeatedly, sleepily, at JB.

"JB, what are you doing?" Mark turned on his stomach, covering his head with the pillow. "Just go away!"

"Mark hyung, wake up," JB said, shaking him harder. "I need your help! Wake up!"

"What?" Mark yelled, looking at JB.

"What does this say?" he asked, showing Mark his phone.

"Are you serious?" Mark asked, in English. "You woke me up to translate?"

"Jebal!" JB begged.

Mark sighed, and looked at the message. He read it out loud to JB. "I'm excited for the concert in Y/C (your city), and I hope you are too. And I hope the you are eating well, and resting enough. Please don't over practice and hurt yourself."

"Hyung, who is that?" Yugyeom asked. "She sounds like a concerned girlfriend."

Mark looked at JB. "She's going to the concert in y/c." Mark yawned. "Can I go back to sleep now?"

JB blushed, before he walked out of their room. He wanted to tell her that he was even more excited for that concert now. He wanted to ask her if she had P1 tickets, so that he could meet her. He wanted to tell her that he loved her messages, and that he looked forward to them, every day.

"Don't message her!" Mark called. "You are not allowed to!"

JB sighed. He knew that he wasn't allowed to. But damn did he want to.

07/06/2018

JB was having dinner with the guys, at Mark's friend's restaurant, when his phone dinged, three times. He checked his notifications, when he saw three messages from Y/N. A smile formed on his face. The first message was an Evee, sitting on the edge of a table. The second was a picture of a Pikachu, on a pillow and covered with a blanket. The message was in English.

"Is it your girlfriend again?" Yugyeom asked.

"She's not my girlfriend," JB said, but he was smiling.

Mark scooted closer to him. "Do you need me to translate?" JB nodded at him, handing Mark the phone. Mark read it aloud. "Hi JB-ssi. First I want to hope you're excited about the concert in LA, and I hope you have rested well. Second I wanted to say my friend has a gift for Mark." Mark looked at JB. "What gift?"

"I'll show you after. Keep reading."

He turned back to the phone. "and she's a huge fan of his. and I also wanted to say that I have a gift for you too. We both hope that you both will be able to receive our gifts during the concert and hope that you rest right after."

JB couldn't help the smile on his face. The Evee was for him. He wanted it, specifically because it was from Y/N.

"Whoa, JB hyung looks very happy," Youngjae said.

"Keep reading, hyung," BamBam said, leaning over to read over Mark's shoulder. He read instead, because Mark was blushing. "PS. As a suggestion, Mark, Jinyoung, and Yugyeom should sing 'Two' as a thank you for her. she loves that song.

"Show me the gift," Mark demanded. JB showed him the sleeping Pikachu, and Mark smiled. "I need that."

"Maybe you'll get it at the convert."

"Who is giving it to me? Did she say?"

"No. Should I ask?"

"NO!" Jinyoung and Mark yelled.

"IF you want to keep getting messages from your girlfriend, then behave, hyung," Yugyeom said.

He grinned. "She's not my girlfriend."

As they got back into the car that would take them to their hotel, to get ready for the show, JB found the first picture of Gigi. She had a pretty smile. From now until the concert in Y/C, he would look at her picture, and memorize her face.

07/08/2018 (pretend this day the concert was in your city)

They were all getting ready for the high touch in one hour. JB's phone dinged twice. First it was a message that he didn't need translated. She was there, outside the venue. She was waiting to come in side.

JB's heart fluttered. She was so close. The second message was a picture. JB swallowed hard. She was wearing a black romper that fell to her mid thighs. The choker she was wearing mad him want to run his fingers over it. The cat ears were adorable, and told him that she had a playful side. What brought it all together? The combat boots. She was perfect.

"Did your girlfriend send you another message?"

JB jumped at Jackson's voice, and he turned to face the man, blushing. Jackson laughed, thumping him on the back. JB looked at the picture and his heart beat faster. He was nervous. For the first time in a very long time, he was nervous. It was all her doing.

"Oh, she's here! Maybe BamBam can spot her." Jackson turned to at BamBam. "Hey, Thai Panther!"

BamBam came over to them, and crossed his arms over his chest. "Ahgase forever. What can I do for you?"

"Jaebum Stark needs your nanotech technology."

"What do you need?"

"Take your flying contraption, and see if you can spot Y/N Potts."

JB looked at Jackson. "How do you know her name is Y/N?"

"Mark, BamBam, and I might have insta-stalked her," Jackson answered. "Go Thai Panther. Find Jaebum Stark's girlfriend."

BamBam took out his Ipad, and sent the drone that was outside on the roof over the waiting crowd. As it hovered over the line of people near the front, JB told BamBam to stop. BamBam hovered the drone there for a few minutes.

"That's her," JB said pointing to a plastic bag clad person.

"How do you know?" Jackson asked. "You can't see her face."

"Trust me," he said, smiling wide. "That right there is her."

The concert started and after the first two songs, the guys went to the front of the stage. A few minutes later, that's how long it took him to spot her ears. A woman screaming for Youngjae was behind her, pushing her forward. She was there. His smile grew wider.

Towards the end of the concert, when the fans gave them their presents, JB went to the front of the stage. He lost sight of Y/N. Her ears were gone. He looked for her, the entirety of the last two songs. He spotted her again, just as he was going to throw a towel. He locked eyes with her, and he didn't throw the towel. He smiled at her, liking the way his heart raced as she saw him.

08/08/2018

4 days. Y/N hadn't messaged him in four days. He was starting to worry. Did something happen to her? Did she get hurt? Did she get tired of not receiving a reply back? What if she stopped messaging him?

Every time his phone dinged, he turned it over, to see if it was Y/N. It never was. Mark sat down next to him, putting an arm around him in a comforting gesture.

"She hasn't messaged yet?"

"No," he said, looking down.

His phone dinged. He didn't even bother looking at it. He knew that it wasn't going to be Y/N. Mark laughed, thumping his back. JB turned to look at him, curiously.

"Check your messages, JB."

JB checked his message, and he sighed in relief. It was a picture of her. The first thing he did was save it. She looked adorable. She was in shorts, standing in front of a waterfall, sending him a finger heart.

Instantly his day got better. She was obviously on vacation. That's why she hadn't messaged him. The message was in English, so he went to Mark. He held out his phone, and Mark started laughing.

"Hi JB-ssi, I hope you are doing great, and staying healthy. Sorry for not messaging again. Hope you had a good day. Are you resting well? Have you eaten? Stay safe, and enjoy your rest."

07/17/2019

Y/N had been messaging him for over a year now. Every time he received a message from her, his heart beat faster, and his day brightened.

She had sent him a message that she was there, waiting for the fan meet to start. He was nervous, because today, he decided, he was meeting her and staking his claim. He knew without a doubt that he loved her.

The meeting went off fine, and then it was the meeting the fans part. The boys sat on the stage, and he spotted her instantly. He blushed. She was there, a few people away. The fans came and went, and she got closer. She was at Mark, Jinyoung, Yugyeom, Jackson, Youngjae, BamBam. His heart was pounding. She stood in front of him.

She was going to say something, but he cut her off. "I want my Evee."

She gasped. Her pretty little mouth open in surprise. She pulled the Evee out of her bag. Slowly she handed it to him, and he took it. "You actually read them."

He nodded, smiling up at her. "I have something for you too."

His hand came up, and cupped her cheek, and his lips crushed hers. She blushed, gasped, and JB moved back. He smiled, pecked her lips again, and handed her an Umbreon plushie. She looked at it, and then looked up at him.

"I love you," he said, without hesitation. "When you miss me cuddle that. Send me pictures of you cuddled with him. I want to see it all."

Y/N hugged it, and he pulled her next to him, while he finished the meet. After, he took her hand, lacing his fingers with hers, and he took her backstage. He smiled, bending down to nuzzle her neck. His smile never disappeared. He was finally with his soulmate.

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Princess

Erik Killmonger x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 1366 words

Warnings: none

Summary: Erik using Klaue's niece as a connection to the arms dealing world. But what happens when she becomes more than that to him?

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At first, Erik was using you.

He needed you.

You were the only connection he had to Ulysses Klaue, one of the only arms dealers in the world who had any experience with Wakanda and Vibranium.

However, while Klaue was daft, he wasn't going to allow himself to be manipulated...at least not easily.

You, on the other hand, had nothing to lose. You were his niece, who had been orphaned as a child. He had more or less raised you, which meant that you were more useful than even you thought.

You had all of the access and knowledge that Klaue had, except you didn't care about it nearly as much...not only that, but you could be manipulated emotionally.

Erik wasn’t only skilled in battle, he had plenty of other skills that the military hadn't given him. Some things that you wouldn't even know how to look out for or worry about.

It was actually fairly simple.

He just had to make you believe that he was in love with you, and then he'd have a link to the one thing in the world that he didn't currently have. If successful, Erik would have his very own arms dealer.

You would be able to negotiate any deal that he needed, or get him any weapons that he desired.

It was perfect...

Until, of course, it wasn't.

It should have been easy. Usually, the idea of manipulating someone to get what he wanted didn’t even make Erik bat an eye. Hell, he had murdered for less, as long as he stood to gain something from it.

However, from the moment he laid eyes on you, it was clear that wasn’t the case.

You weren’t nearly as foolish as your uncle, as he’d expected. In fact, there was a silent intelligence and courage about you that instantly drew Erik in. It was clear that you were more powerful than he’d assumed.

Not that that simple fact was going to be enough to change his reason for coming to you. You had something that he needed, and nothing was going to stop him from getting it...not even a pretty girl.

He had worked too hard to lose it all right now.

“You must be-” he started, holding out a hand to you which you chose to ignore. Instead, you interrupted him to finish his sentence “Y/N” you hummed, that fire behind your eyes just hidden beneath the surface.

You were briefly aware of your uncle in the corner of the room, ogling a new gold watch he’d just bought a few weeks prior. You had talked a bit about his new business venture with Erik Stevens but you weren’t expecting him to be like this.

Everything about him was exuding power, real power, like you’d never seen in your life.

“They call me Killmonger” he introduced, completely serious, though you briefly wondered if he was messing with you. You couldn’t imagine anyone actually going by a nickname like that, but you didn’t really care.

As long as you got paid your cut at the end of the day, you’d call him whatever he wanted.

“We’re stealing vibranium, I got that much but what’s so special about it? I know it’s valuable but you could get larger quantities of precious metals much easier” it was a fair question, considering that vibranium was sort of risky to get a hold of but Killmonger only laughed.

In all this time, you were the only person to ask him something like that.

Everyone else just went along with whatever he told them to do but you didn’t seem to care about how dangerous he was. In truth, you’d dealt with men and women alike that had higher body counts.

He didn’t seem to appreciate the gravity of who he was talking to.

“Personal connection, I guess” he shrugged, having not really thought about it much. It always just seemed like what he wanted in this life, no matter what cost.

It was his birthright, after all.

You nodded, you could respect that. Killmonger wasn’t the first man with a vendetta, but he surely had the most expensive one you’d ever seen. After all, you knew how’d it had gone down for Uncle Klaue the first time he stole for Erik.

You weren’t going to get branded like that if you could help it.

“Just try not to get us all killed for your personal connection, okay?” you suggested, your lips slightly upturned in humor before you headed over to the other side of the room where Klaue was waiting.

You had a relatively simple job in the whole thing, at least as first. You just had to find an vibranium that was outstanding in the US. There wasn’t very much, you knew that for sure, but if there was even an ounce left-you would find it.

You figured that some of your more eccentric contacts may have heard something so you started asking around but before you could make too much progress, someone cleared their throat behind you.

It was Erik.

“What’d you got going on there?” he asked, leaning down behind you to get a better look of the screen, not stopping until you could feel his breath on the side of your face.

“Encrypted communication, all underground” you allowed, a slight sigh escaping your lips as you spoke. You had been raised in this, and you usually worked better alone.

However, it was clear that Killmonger wasn’t going to let you do that.

“Can I help you?” you questioned finally, when he didn’t move away from you. Clearly he wanted something but you couldn’t imagine what it was. You had only just met him after all.

You weren’t a mind reader.

The man to your left only laughed, the sound practically in your ear due to his close proximity to you. “Do you not like me or something, princess?” he hummed, sensing some kind of tension between you.

He couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something up with you, he just wasn’t sure what it was yet.

“It’s nothing personal, I just work on my own usually. I’m not one for taking orders” you shrugged. Taking clients and odd jobs had always been your uncle's gig, you preferred to move the merchandise after he found it.

You didn’t really do the whole face-to-face thing.

The worst part of this whole thing though, and maybe the reason you were being so distant with this new client was that something about Erik drew you in.

You didn’t usually find yourself so enamored with a nearly perfect stranger.

“Well I’m usually the one giving out orders, so one of us is going to have to get over it” he hummed, a new humor to his tone of voice that almost made you laugh as well.

Perhaps you two had more in common than you originally thought.

“...Or, you could just work for me? I mean, it might be nice to get away from Klaue’s old way of doing things” he suggested, this time shocking you though you didn’t let him know it.

You had been working alongside your uncle since you were young and it was the only life that you had ever known. However, maybe Killmonger had a point. If you went out on your own, you could branch out and make your own way in the world.

You wouldn’t have to wait on the sidelines during meetings anymore or play the role of an innocent little girl who doesn’t know anything about the business.

It was the one chance you had to get out and make something of yourself.

“Work for you? Did you miss the part about how I don’t take orders well?” it was your turn to tease him now, clearly amused with yourself as you spoke. He was ridiculous, but you were also having more fun than you had in a long time.

You had a point, but Erik didn’t care.

He was having a good time with you and he was going to make you his, if it took every ounce of will he had. “Trust me princess, eventually you’ll learn to love my orders”

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