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[vargesz]

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[smalls-words]

Assessment

Summary: Natasha is assessed by her favourite doctor. Multiple times, unfortunately.

Pairing: Natasha x Fem!Doctor!Reader

Warnings: Blood, glass, Hulk. Nothing else, really.

A/N: This is my attempt at writing after spending countless hours with AI Natasha and avoiding my inbox :') for the fear of not answering everyone. Also, I'm dead tired so i'll come back and edit this in the morning/a later point in time. Maybe.

*gif not mine*

Amidst all the chaos of the Helicarrier being downed internally by an angered Hulk and a world-thirsty god with daddy issues, you were tidying up your medical room before you heard a knock on the door. 

“Assess her.” Fury asked as he closed the door behind Natasha. You were about to stand up before you noticed her body language - she was holding her arms together, her head slightly bowed down, and she shook ever so slightly. 

“Natasha…” You gently cooed, trying to get her attention.

She looked up at you jerkingly and you raised your hands, showing her that you meant her no harm. “It’s okay, angel. You’re with me, nobody else. I’m not gonna hurt you.”

Natasha’s mind was soothed by the soft name you held for her, even when she had never thought it would be associated with her. She calmed down slightly at your soft tone, taking deep breaths before realising you had come close enough to put your hands on top of hers.

“Can I assess you?” You murmured, wanting to make sure she was alright.

“I have to get to Clint. I need to check if the mind control stopped properly.” She murmured back, trying to excuse herself but you grabbed her hand gently before she could shut the door behind her.

“Nat… Stay.” You whispered and smiled ever so softly, the gentleness in your eyes astounding to Natasha. Why would someone ever look at her with so much care and respect?

She sighed, letting the door close as she came to sit on the bed that you then stood by. “Fine. Assess me please, Y/N.” 

You nodded softly and prepared some gloves onto your hands after rolling up your sleeves. “Okay, Nat - where is it sore?”

Natasha didn’t want to answer that question. She hated being looked after, hated the attention, but at the same time, craved it like an alcoholic for the daily afternoon glass of wine. When your glove-covered hands came into her view, her eyes previously staring at the floor, she sighed again.

“Hulk backhanded me into a wall.” She muttered. “And I think I have some glass in my suit.” 

Your brows furrowed twice at her words, nodding gently. “Okay. Do you feel comfortable enough removing your suit top for me?”

Her head jolted up and you closed your eyes, stepping back. “I’m not here to hurt you, Natasha. I know your mind is fading between present and past, but I’m here. I’m here and I’m not leaving.” 

She took a few deep breaths and nodded, slowly unzipping the front of her suit before she unpeeled it from her body, including her arms. And in the softest voice ever, she murmured. “Okay, I’m ready.” 

When you opened your eyes, you were unsurprised by the sight of bruises on her right side and some glass just below the neckline of her suit - another reason you were thankful for the skin-tight suit. 

“What do you want me to treat first?” You asked. “Neck or bruises?”

“Neck, please.” She replied.

You grabbed a sterile set of tweezers and a bowl whilst setting up some sterilising alcohols for the wounds after. You carefully set about removing the eight pieces of glass, one even measuring almost a centimetre and she audibly winced for that one. 

“Done.” You whispered, putting down the shards of glass whilst grabbing your sterilising alcohol and applicators.

She winced at the stinging of the alcohol in her wounds, small droplets moving down her chest before you would wipe them up above her cleavage. Finally, you placed little dots of antiseptic cream and band-aids, smiling at your handiwork when you were done. 

“There we go. All better.” You chuckled quietly to yourself as you packed everything up. 

“We’re done?” Natasha asked.

“Yes, we are done… Agent Romanoff.” You sighed, turning around to find her gone. 

----

Later in the day, you found yourself packing up your workstation to head home on the last Quinjet to the Triskelion, until you heard another knock at the door.

“Fury, I told you, I’m not going to do that Coulson-” You cut yourself off at the state at which Natasha appeared in front of you.

Dust covered her body in different layers, blood dripping from her mouth and her head. Her body said exhausted in the loudest scream you had heard, as did her mind and soul, but she didn’t let it show. 

“Y/N… hey.” She winked.

“Natasha.” You stated, folding your arms whilst raising an eyebrow. “You are a reckless little redhead.” 

She chuckled sheepishly. “What can I say? It’s the agent in me.”

You sighed, looking at the time before slumping your bag down onto the floor. “Guess I’m sleeping over.” 

Natasha looked confused but you shook your head.” Don’t worry about it. Come here.” 

She waltzed over and sat on your desk, dust shaking off of her slightly. She looked proud of herself as she folded her leg over the other, grinning at you. “What are you planning to do?”

You stood and walked over to your drawer of trinkets. “I’m going to fix you.” 

She lifted an eyebrow. “Fix me?”

You sighed, evidently tired. “Your head? Your lip? And I can't even imagine what that bruise looks like now.” 

She looked like a kicked puppy at your tired tone, her bouncy playfulness slowly diminishing. “Oh. Yeah, forgot about that.” 

You sighed again, yet Natasha was happy to hear the apologetic tone to it. You walked over with a bunch of butterfly strips and stuff similar to what you had earlier in the day. “Suit top off, please.” 

Natasha smirked. “Usually I get asked out on a date first, but okay.” 

“You didn’t seem so quippy earlier. Feeling better, are you?” You asked with your own smirk.

“I was a little bit out of it earlier. Plus, I’m on a battle winning high right now.” She chuckled.

You looked at her with a gentle smile as you began to clean her face with general wipes, getting rid of the dust as much as possible before going to clean up the blood. However, beneath you, the agent was watching you intently.

Simply through your eyes, she could tell you truly cared for her. The nights she had laid awake, unable to sleep? You seemed to be drawn to that, knocking on her bedroom door and asking if she wanted company. 

Obviously, she did. But maybe it wasn’t quite as obvious as she thought.

“You said you were sleeping over - what did you mean?” She asked.

“Oh, yeah. I mean, I missed the last transport Quinjet out for the night when you knocked on my door, so I can’t get home tonight.” You answered, getting a Q-tip to wipe up the next bit of blood.

“Oh. Really?” She looked confused. “I can fly you home if you want.” 

You looked at her incredulously. “You are in no condition to pilot anything. I suspect a concussion, possibly a broken rib and a busted lip. I think I would rather take my chances with Stark.” 

She chuckled at that little ramble of yours, her hands fidgeting in her lap. She noticed the shirt you were wearing and a split second later, how close you were to her. Yet, when she tried to lean back, you grunted in annoyance. 

“Don’t.” You warned her shortly. 

She jolted to a grinding halt, keeping her entire body still except her fidgeting hands. You noticed, smirking to yourself, before you felt her hands being placed on your waist. 

“Natasha…” You raised an eyebrow and looked at her through the gap between your chest and her eyes.

“What? You’re warm and my hands are cold.” She shrugged, smirking slightly as her hands went underneath your shirt. 

You flinched at the coldness of her fingertips. “At least you’re not lying about that.” 

She chuckled.” I don’t lie to you, malysh… Not often, at least.” 

You humphed. “Mhm. I know.” 

She chuckled again at your expression, your pursed lips nodding with your head. Eventually, as you worked, Natasha was about to lean her head on your chest until you stepped back to grab a new Q-tip.

When you came back to her, she watched your eyes focus narrowly on her lip and begin to sterilise it. “Alongside this, I’m going to give you a balm to put on your lips to help it heal.” 

“Okay.” She muttered, her eyes eventually ignoring the ‘fascinating’ ceiling and floor tiles to look into your eyes. 

And all of a sudden… you could feel her relax. And you smiled. 

“What?” She asked.

“You’re relaxed.” You stated, putting on a teasing smirk. “About time.” 

She rolled her eyes playfully, her hands still under your shirt and gently beginning to rub circles on your skin. You weren’t phased by it, either - Natasha took note of that as she pulled you in closer. 

“I’m tired.” She whined grumpily, listening to you chuckle.

“I know you are, bambina, but I have to finish this.” You cooed softly.

When Natasha began to close her eyes, content at holding you close to her whilst you cared for her, you smiled gently. “Is somebody ready for bed?”

She jolted awake, shaking her head away from your chest. “I’m fine, I’m fine.” 

As you stepped away to tidy up, the slip of her hands over your jeans’ waist hem made a slight slap against your skin. Natasha watched you tidy quickly but precisely and then grabbed your bag before you could. 

“Let’s go.” She slung your bag over her shoulder and took your hand, leading you to a Quinjet.

----

You were a diligent and perfect passenger to Natasha, keeping quiet to let her do her work and land in a field near your apartment complex. She watched you buzz in your code and followed you up the stairs, getting a nice view from behind before you led her into the apartment loft. 

“Nice place.” She chuckled.

“Thanks.” You yawned, pointing to a chair in the kitchen. “You can put my bag there.”

She did so, and inspected your apartment further. There was a comfortable lounge area hidden beneath the staircase and subsequently, your bed and bathroom, whilst there was a fireplace to the right and a balcony to the left.

“Wow.” She muttered to herself before she saw you moving to the lounge, the couch turning into a beautiful pull-out rather than a crappy motel one, with sheets already fitted.

“There’s pillows and blankets in there.” You pointed to a cabinet underneath the staircase.

“Will I find a little boy in there too?” Natasha quipped, making you chuckle. 

“Hopefully not. I’m going to go to bed now, so make yourself comfortable.” You murmured. 

She listened as you made your way upstairs, shuffled into bed and began to breathe evenly. Natasha smiled to herself and set up her bed just how she liked it before falling asleep herself. 

Yet, her mind did not give her the same peace yours did. 

A few hours later, she jolted out of the bed, her fleeting memory of the dream having Hulk’s hand smack her across the face - which would have happened fourteen hours ago had Thor not intervened. 

She shook in her bed as the sweat from the night had made her sheets ice cold, debating to turn the fireplace on before she remembered - her hands had warmed almost instantaneously on your skin a few hours ago. 

What if…?

Her feet pattered against the stairs bolted into the wall and she found you sleeping peacefully with your sheets wrapped around you. As she moved to stand at the foot of your bed, she could almost feel the warmth radiating off of you.

“Y/N…” She muttered, just loud enough to stir you and open your eyes.

“Nat?” You murmured.

“I… I had a bad dream about today. And now my sheets are freezing.” She excused, her hands fidgeting. 

You frowned softly before shaking your head and opening the cocoon around you, expelling a wave of warmth over Natasha that pushed her over the edge of temptation. She climbed into the bed and sighed happily at the warmth, surprised when you wrapped your arms around her. 

“Nightmares are not fun.” You whispered, holding her close but not tight.

She nodded and leaned her head onto your shoulder, almost nuzzling into you like a cat, trying to soak up your warmth. “Mm-mm.” 

She could hear you falling asleep before she moved her hands back underneath your shirt, surprised to feel only the line of your underwear. “No pants? My my, how you tempt me.” 

“Don’t make me kick you out, pervy.” You warned her playfully.

She chuckled and shook her head, intertwining her legs with yours. She sighed, beginning to fall asleep herself.

“Thank you for today.” 

You hummed quietly and kissed the skin of her neck. “You’re welcome, bambina. Now sleep. Your concussion needs it.” 

She nodded, a small blush on her cheeks at the feeling of your lips on her skin and the nickname again. “Okay. Goodnight, malysh.”

“Goodnight, Natty.” 

Well, that one was new. 

#smalls words #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x fem!reader #natasha romanoff fluff #natasha romanoff angst

[endless-ineffabilities]

babydoll

Bucky Barnes x f!Reader

word count: 800 ▪︎ masterlist

The reader and Bucky have a 4am encounter.

You scramble out of bed, groggy from sleep. Having woken up half an hour ago, you've just been lying there, staring at the ceiling, thinking of what Natasha said to you earlier.

"I have it on good authority that one Sergeant Barnes has his eye on you."

"Oh? And whose authority is that?"

"Mine, of course," she winked, "The only authority you can trust in this compound, mind you."

Your footsteps make no sound as you quietly walk to the shared kitchen on your floor. Everyone's sound asleep, or potentially out at some bar, if they were coaxed into it by Sam. Potentially world-ending events, terrorist threats, homicidal purple aliens. Whatever might come, Sam's enthusiasm to grab a drink and lay back will never wane. Everyone's best friend.

The panel to the kitchen slides open, F.R.I.D.A.Y. scanning and recognizing you. You blink through the haze of sleep, and proceed to rummage through the fridge. Tony's cheeseburgers, Wanda's borscht, Nat's carefully planned meals. And an obscene amount of beer. Taking one, you shuffle around for the bottle opener.

"Need some help with that?" A deep voice asks, startling the shit out of you. The bottle slips from your fingers, but a metal arm catches it just before it empties out on the floor.

"Fuck!" Your eyes meet Bucky's in the faint light, "you really do move like a ghost, don't you?"

"Actually, the name's Buck," he hands the bottle to you, with a cheeky smirk, "and yes, I've been told that before."

"Funny," your heartbeat still races, but no longer due to the almost-accident.

"Here," he reaches forward and deftly twists the bottle cap off with one hand, and clinks his bottle to yours, "Cheers, babydoll."

You take a huge gulp of beer to stifle your awkwardness. Damn him and his hulking form and his sensual musk and his steel blue gaze.

"What was that you called me?" you leaned back against the counter to steady yourself, "Don't think you've said it before. Not to me anyway."

"Hmm, what? Babydoll?" There's a playfulness in his eyes, as if he's aware of how he's making you feel.

"Yeah, it sounds... nice."

He takes another swig of his drink, "Glad you think so. It suits you. Anyway, I'm sorry for scaring you like that. I was just sitting over there," he points to the couch in the dim corner of the room, "and you didn't seem to notice me."

"Couldn't sleep either?" You peer up at him, and let your eyes run over the faint lines around his. You make a mental note of how beautiful it is when he smiles and they appear like sunburst. It took a long time for Bucky to come back to himself, but he truly has let go of the Winter Soldier.

"Mmm," he leans against the counter beside you, and you're even closer than before, "sleep doesn't come easy to me. But at least I bumped into you now, eh?"

"Were you looking for me, Barnes?" You don't know where you've found the courage to flirt, but you're not dwelling on it.

"I just," he hesitates, pausing between his words, "haven't seen you around so much. And... I wanted to. See you more, that is."

Was Bucky getting flustered around you? Perhaps Natasha was not kidding, after all. You already hoped, but it's different to see it now, unfolding in front of you.

You smile, and his lips slowly curve upward while looking at you. "Why is that?"

"Y'know, the last person I called babydoll was this dame called Dot. I took her on a couple dates, back in the 40s. I liked her quite a lot then, so I suppose I saw fit to call her by that little name."

"Oh?" You mull over his words, confused as to why he's telling you about another girl. And then...

"Oh." You whisper once more, "So you..?"

He sets his beer on the counter, and stands in front of you. Bracing his hands on your waist, he lowers his lips close to your ear, "I like you quite a lot now, babydoll."

Blood rushes to your face, and you feel lightheaded. Definitely not due to the alcohol.

"And, I actually have it on good authority that you like me too," he adds.

Realization hits you, and you can't help but fondly roll your eyes, "Tell me, Buck, does this 'good authority' happen to be a certain redheaded former assassin?"

"Yeah, how did you..." His eyes widen slightly, "Oh, of course. She told you, didn't she?"

"That's our Nat," you smile, and testing the waters, you interlace your fingers behind his neck.

Sunburst lines erupt around his magnetic blue eyes, "So I take it she was telling the truth?"

"Oh, just kiss me already."

🖤

First ever Bucky blurb. I've always loved his character, but why did I feel like I was cheating on Aemond or Daemon? 😭 wow, I need therapy..

Not me thinking, 'Aemond would be so jealous right now.' Hahahaha it's a problem.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes #bucky barnes one shot #mcu fic #sebastian stan #sebastian stan imagine

[helloalycia]

first friend [one] // yelena belova

summary: you didn't expect to befriend an Avenger's sister, and yet you can't seem to imagine a life where she isn't in it.

warning/s: mentions of cheating.

author's note: it's been so long since i've updated this story and that's because i've been working on my own original fiction story, whilst also writing bits for this in between. here's a yelena imagine to make up for it! it's two parts so here is part one :)

some things to note: the snap didn't happen, thanos isn't a thing and natasha didn't die bc i said so lol

part two / masterlist / wattpad

YOUR POV

Befriending Yelena Belova, a Black Widow assassin and the Black Widow's little sister wasn't something I expected to happen. Aside from the fact that I didn't even know she existed until recently, I didn't think we'd hit it off. And yet, when I was filing some mission reports out in the Avengers Compound, I found myself having to call back a Miss Yelena Belova because she hadn't filled out her report correctly.

She earned my attention by knocking her knuckle on the desk next to mine, making me look up.

"You're Y/N Y/L/N?" she asked with a questioning look.

I nodded, returning her look with a confused one. "I am... and you are?"

"Yelena Belova," she answered, and I noticed her thick Russian accent, as if her name hadn't given it away already. "I was told to see you? Something about a report?"

"Oh, yes! Yes, thank you for coming," I said with a smile, before spinning around in my seat to face her fully. "It shouldn't take long. It's about your latest mission reports you've been sending in. They're missing a few important details, so I though I could show you how to fix it and then you won't have to keep coming back here."

"They're wrong?" she asked, lifting a brow.

"Just a few mistakes," I assured her before going to pull my laptop from my drawer to set up for her. She mumbled something to herself in Russian and though I wasn't sure what, I knew she sounded disappointed, so I added, "It gets easier once you're used to it, don't worry. You're new right?"

She hummed halfheartedly, more intrigued with the reports I was pulling up on the laptop. I motioned to the seat beside me and she moved from her hovering position to sit there, eyes still glued to the laptop.

"Let's see... here we are," I said, getting everything up on the screen before pushing the laptop between us so she could see it better. "Just some wrong codes which makes it harder to file correctly. You've been a little vague with some of the descriptions, and most importantly, you didn't get it signed off."

She frowned slightly and I tried to make her feel better since I knew what it was like to be new and not completely understand the system.

"I'll show you how to fix it," I told her with a reassuring smile, before taking another look at one of her reports. "Hey, this is quite the first mission, Agent Belova. High profile, working directly with the Black Widow – that's huge! Congrats!"

She winced, shaking her head quickly so that her fringe shook with her. "No, no, no. It's not Agent. Just Yelena."

"Oh. Sorry, Yelena."

"And you don't need to congratulate me. She's my sister," she continued with nonchalance, making me snort with a stifled laugh.

"Yeah, and the Hulk is my brother," I played along, before looking back to the screen to start from the top.

"She is," Yelena said with such conviction that I almost believed her. "Natasha Romanoff. My sister. She's a Black Widow. I'm a Widow, too."

I scoffed, waiting for her to tell me she was joking, but the longer she stared at me with expressionless eyes, the stupider I felt. She wasn't lying.

"You're serious," I realised, suddenly straightening up.

"Was I not serious looking? I thought I was pretty serious looking..."

"I didn't even know Agent Romanoff had a sister," I said with a mixture of amazement and surprise.

Yelena blinked, looked down at herself, then said, "Well, here I am."

I tried to disguise my surprise, but it was very obvious. After all, it wasn't everyday you met one of the Avengers' siblings.

"Right, yeah," I babbled, not sure how else to respond. "Er, sorry. Anyway... the report. It still needs to be amended."

She sighed impatiently and motioned for me to continue, so I went through one of them with her, thoroughly explaining the process in which to fill it in. After she was certain she understood, I left her to fill in the second report on her own whilst I got back to my PC to continue some work. Every now and then I'd glance at her to see if she was okay, and she'd have this very entertaining pout on her lips as she made some corrections. For somebody who was a trained assassin, she wasn't very intimidating. It was cute.

"What?" she asked, and I blinked when I realised she'd caught me staring.

Hoping she couldn't sense the heat rising in my cheeks, I shook my head. "Sorry, nothing."

She quirked a brow, hazel eyes lingering on mine momentarily before going back to her screen.

After about ten minutes, she let out a sigh of relief and pushed the laptop towards me, earning my attention.

"It is done," she said tiredly. "I think, anyway."

I smiled at her before checking it over, relieved when I'd seen she'd done it right. She'd saved me a job in the long run.

"It's looking good, Yelena, thank you," I told her. "You're alright to go now."

"Great." She slapped her hands on her thighs before standing up, letting out a dramatic breath.

"Nice meeting you," I said with a nod as she tucked the chair in, ready to leave. "Though hopefully not again if you get this right from now on."

At my poor attempt at a joke, she surprisingly cracked a smile. "Nice meeting you, too, Y/N. Thanks for the help."

"Anytime. S'what I'm here for."

And that was what I thought would be the first and last time I'd meet Yelena. You know, a nice little story to share at parties of how I met an Avengers' sister. But it was barely half a month later when she returned. Funnily enough, it was for the same reason – she was using the wrong code, making my job harder.

When I called her to my floor, I saw her first this time. I'd seen her around a few times since the last, though it was only in passing around the building. She definitely wouldn't have remembered me, but I'd heard enough about her to know who she was. Her eyes roamed the room before she caught my gaze and I waved her over with a friendly smile.

"Hey, Yelena," I said when she stopped before me. "You probably don't remember me, but I'm–"

"Y/N Y/L/N, right?" she asked, to my surprise.

"Yeah...," I said, before adding, "Sorry for calling you down again. It's just– you really need to get this right before I file it away and it's a bad habit to develop."

She pouted a little, nodding. "Right. Sorry."

"It's all good," I assured her, leading her over to the laptop already set up at my desk. "We can go through it again if it'll help."

She nodded and I sat with her for a bit, explaining what the different codes meant and how to differentiate for the sake of the filing system. She seemed to understand after a bit, so I left her to it as I returned to my computer beside her to do some work. It was quiet for a few minutes, as she correctly filed her latest reports, before she spoke up.

"You have a lot of... things," she noticed aloud, and when I glanced her way, she was touching one of the toys on my desk – a solar-powered dancing giraffe.

I smiled with amusement. "Yeah... I get tired of staring at a screen all the time, so it's nice to have stuff to play with."

She reached over for another one of the toys lining my desk – a Scooby Doo plushie – and held it up, quirking a brow. "This?"

Putting on my best Shaggy voice, I said with a grin, "That's Scoob."

She seemed mildly taken aback by my voice and blinked, making me realise she had no idea what I was doing.

"Scooby Doo?" I prompted, my face heating up with embarrassment, before taking the plushie from her and setting it back down to distract myself and not think about the funny look she was giving me. "My sister got it me as a present for my desk. I don't even like Scooby Doo that much, but it's cute..."

"I have no idea what a Scooby Doo is," she said, shaking her head.

I raised my brows, surprised. "No." Judging from her expression, she was serious, leading me to continue attempting to prompt some sort of memory of the famous cartoon. "Scooby Doo? Mystery Inc.? Shaggy? Velma? Daphne? Fred?"

"It's almost like I've been under mind control for the past decade and not had chance to watch any TV in my free time," she deadpanned, and my insides shrivelled up there and then.

Since Yelena had started working with her sister, storied had travelled through the grapevine about how she'd been under mind control and was freed, only for her to spend a lot of her time doing the same for the women in the Black Widow programme around the world, freeing them, too. It was honourable work, but easy to forget when it wasn't something that affected you directly.

"Oh, erm," I started, mouth going dry the longer she stared through my soul (or at least it felt that way), "sorry. I didn't mean to– oh God– I–"

"Kidding," she interrupted, her intimidating expression easing into a smile. She tilted her head, amused. "Kind of. I mean, that's definitely what happened, but no biggie."

I began to laugh awkwardly, swallowing the lump in my throat. "Right, yeah..."

"You're not mad, right?" she asked, in reference to her playing me.

So, I took my revenge, naturally. "Well, it was kind of shitty to make this whole thing awkward," I answered with a fake frown.

Her smile faded instantly when she realised I was offended, so I shot her a smile of my own, tilting my head.

"Kidding."

Upon realising I, too, was pulling her leg, she exhaled softly and rolled her eyes, but a playful smile was tugging at her lips.

"Anyway," I returned to the subject at hand, looking back to the plushie, "it's cool. Scooby Doo. Worth the watch, if you find the chance."

She hummed in response, but I wasn't sure if she was actually considering it or just making conversation.

Soon enough, we returned to our work before she finished up and filed everything correctly this time.

"Awesome, looks like you're all done here," I told her, the both of us standing up. "Was nice seeing you again, Yelena. Hopefully for the last time. I'm sure you're getting sick of being called down here."

She cracked a smile, hazel eyes looking green as they met mine. "It was nice meeting you properly, Y/N Y/L/N."

I wondered why she kept addressing me by my full name but said nothing of it as I nodded to her. "You, too. See you later."

Though Yelena and I had met twice because of work circumstances, we never became friends until afterwards. It wasn't long after that second encounter when I saw her again.

I was eating lunch with some colleagues in the café on one of the lower levels of the Compound when I recognised the blonde assassin approaching our table, to my surprise.

Immediately I lowered my sandwich and sent her a smile. "Yelena, hey!"

She was wearing workout clothes, though wasn't sweaty which made me think she was on her lunch break, too. "Hey, I saw you and thought I'd stop by to say hello."

This was surprising to hear, since the Avengers rarely ate anywhere but their designated floors, but I appreciated it nonetheless and answered, "Nice. Have you eaten? You can join us if you want."

I motioned to the table of my colleagues, who were all so deep into conversation that they weren't even paying Yelena and I any attention. To be fair, it was so busy in the café that I could only just about hear our conversation myself.

"Oh, no, I've just finished eating with my sister," she explained, pointing a thumb over her shoulder.

I followed the direction and saw none other than Natasha Romanoff sat at a table by the window, looking over at us with intrigue. Too intimidated by her presence, I immediately looked away, hoping nobody picked up on it. What can I say? It was an Avenger! Yes, I worked in the same building as them, but they were still superheroes. And Natasha was the scariest one in my opinion.

"Cool," I squeaked out, cursing inwardly at my failed attempt to remain cool before Yelena.

Maybe it was because we'd gotten to know each other a little so I wasn't as intimidated by her as I should have been, but I didn't find myself nervous around Yelena which was a relief. I had no doubts that she could murder me in several ways, just like her sister, if she wanted to, but it still didn't make a difference.

"So, I checked out that Scooby Doo show you mentioned," Yelena continued, further surprising me. "And apparently there's a film as well?"

I grinned at the mention of it. "Hell yeah! The film is the best. But it has to be the 2002 and 2004 ones."

"Yeah, well the show is great, and I get the whole Shaggy voice you were doing now," she said with a smile, and I felt myself cringing as I relived that moment all over again.

"That's good," I said awkwardly, scrunching my face up with embarrassment, and she definitely noticed but thankfully didn't tease me about it. "Anyway, you doing good? You must be since you've not been sent down to see me to fix your reports."

She snickered. "Yeah. Thanks for the help with that by the way."

I shrugged. "It's the job."

She hummed, appearing awkward momentarily, before taking a step back. "I should leave you to it anyway. Just wanted to say hello. Hope I didn't interrupt."

"No worries, you didn't!" I said reassuringly, realising she may have wanted to talk some more. To be honest, I kind of wanted to, too. She was easy to talk to. "Hey, er, before you go, did you want to go out for a coffee or something sometime? I know you're new to the city, so maybe you wanna hang out?"

In this moment, it wasn't like I was talking to an Avenger's sister or an infamous Black Widow. It was just me wanting to get to know Yelena Belova a little better. She was new, we got on, so why not? Only when she took a second longer to answer did I realise that I may have overstepped. But thankfully, any worries I had were squashed when she smiled gently.

"Yeah, I would like that," she said with a nod.

I returned her smile. "Cool. Hold on. I'll grab your number from you, let me just get my phone..."

THIRD PERSON POV

After exchanging phone numbers with Y/N, the two girls bid their goodbyes before Yelena returned to her sister. Natasha was standing up already, ready to leave, but not without giving her sister a knowing smirk.

"What?" Yelena asked when she noticed it, grabbing her rubbish from the table and moving to throw it away.

Natasha's smirk didn't fade as she followed after the blonde, but not before glancing back at the girl Yelena was just talking to. "I know why you wanted to eat downstairs now."

Yelena, who was usually so in control of situations like these, avoided looking at the redhead. "Shut up, Natasha."

Natasha, of course, didn't let up. "So, who was that? New crush?"

Yelena was certain her cheeks are pink with embarrassment, but she refused to let Natasha get to her. "I don't know what you're talking about. You told me to make new friends, remember?"

Chuckling to herself, Natasha said, "Yeah, no. That's clearly more than a friend. Or at least you want it to be. Now. Are you gonna tell me who she is or do I have to go back there and find out myself?"

Yelena rolled her eyes, sure that if she just didn't answer, her sister would leave it alone. Of course, that was too good to be true as Natasha suddenly came to a halt and began to back up, ready to turn around.

"Natasha, wait!" Yelena spluttered, grabbing her by the arms to stop her, making Natasha raise her brows with surprise and amusement.

"Wow, somebody's nervous! What – you scared I'm gonna embarrass you?" Natasha teased.

Yelena was hot with nervousness, unsure why she was so effected by the possibility of Y/N and her sister meeting. Then again, the fact that Natasha was definitely intending to humiliate her was probably enough of a reason.

"She isn't a crush," Yelena explained, though she would be lying if she said she wasn't thinking about Y/N a lot more than she should have been since their last encounter. "Her name is Y/N Y/L/N. She works in the admin department a few floors down. We've spoken a few times and I thought she seemed pretty cool, so we made plans to hang out. That's all."

Natasha squinted, trying to read her sister's expression. It was clear that wasn't the whole truth, but she'd done enough teasing for the day and decided to give Yelena a break. For now.

"Hmm, alright," she gave in reluctantly. "If you say so."

"Your told me to make friends," Yelena reminded her, letting go of her arms and relaxing. "That's all I'm doing.”

Natasha snickered. "Right. Well, good on you."

Yelena exhaled, glad Natasha wasn't fighting it anymore. After all, she wasn't lying. She was just making friends. Ever since joining her sister at the Compound, making use of the resources the Avengers had on her mission to freeing the mind-controlled Widows, Natasha had been adamant she attempt to fit in somehow, make a life for herself. And Y/N happened to be the first person she had a genuine interest in. Was that a crime?

It wasn't a crush – at least she didn't think it was. After all, she hadn't had the opportunity to 'like' like somebody before, let alone befriend somebody. She wasn't exactly sure she knew the difference, not when she hadn't had control of her own mind for so long.

It was best to take things as they came, she knew that, so that's what she would do. And that began with going out with Y/N.

YOUR POV

After hanging out with Yelena – nothing extravagant, just grabbing a coffee and getting to know each other better – we became friends. It was easy to grow used to her dry, sarcastic sense of humour and blunt personality, and it was much easier to be less intimidated by her when I realised how sweet she was.

I wasn't sure how or why we got on, but we just did, and that was where our friendship blossomed. We'd catch each other at work, her mostly stopping by my offices as going to the Avengers' personal floors still made me nervous, and I'd show her around the city more between work which was the best way for her to settle in whilst I got to show her some of my favourite spots.

Turns out the scary assassin was actually a big old softie on the inside, and it was too easy to consider her my best friend. After half a year of growing so close that she knew pretty much everything about me and vice versa, I couldn't have imagined not having her in my life. Her opinion meant a lot to me – she meant a lot to me – so much that when I found out my boyfriend of a year was cheating on me, I couldn't bring it in myself to tell her.

It was humiliating, finding the texts on his phone from another girl, along with some inappropriate videos. Dehumanising when he tried to defend his actions after discovering I knew the truth. We were in a content, happy relationship and I was convinced I loved him, only for the worst to happen.

The last thing I wanted to do was air out my dirty laundry to people I knew, including Yelena, so I kept it to myself. Of course it hurt and I wanted nothing more than to curl up in a ball and cry, but the embarrassment of her finding out I'd been cheated on was even worse, so I just didn't tell her.

Of course, Yelena wasn't a fool. She was a trained assassin for crying out loud, so when were watching TV together in my apartment, she brought the topic up carefully.

"Y'know, I haven't heard you talk about Thomas in a while," she said between episodes of The Office.

The mention of my ex-boyfriend took me off guard, admittedly, and I hoped she couldn't see my hesitation when I replied, "Yeah, he's not really in my life anymore. We broke up."

In my peripheral vision, I could see Yelena's surprise. "Pardon? Did I hear that right? You broke up?"

I cleared my throat, nodding nonchalantly, though inside the wound was still fresh. "Yeah, it was a mutual thing. We realised it wasn't working anymore. So, we broke up."

"But you were– it was a long–" She was stuck on her words, before finally settling on, "When?"

I shuffled uncomfortably on the couch, fingers playing with the corner of the cushion in my hand. "About a week ago."

She paused, and I finally looked over to see her watching me with a softened expression, though still confused.

"Do you mind if we don't talk about it?" I asked her gently, offering a forced smile.

She nodded. "Right. Sorry. I just– sorry."

I shrugged, looking back at the TV. "It's okay. It's no biggie."

It was, but she didn't need to know that. My hope was that she'd never bring it up again and I'd move on from it all without her ever discovering the embarrassment of the truth. That just wasn't the case though...

We went out for lunch together, maybe a week after that conversation took place, and it was going perfectly fine. We caught up, had pointless and absolutely insane conversations about things that made no sense, and were genuinely enjoying each other's company. It was going perfectly fine, until it wasn't.

"...so he tried to shoot me, but obviously he didn't get a single shot...," Yelena was recalling one of her recent missions, and I wanted to listen, but my attention was stolen when I saw who was sat a few tables behind her.

Thomas, out of all the people who I could have spotted, was pulling out a chair for his date – a really pretty girl who I recalled seeing in the photos and videos on his phone. They were smiling flirtatiously at one another, clearly on a date, and though it was so glaringly obvious that he was going out with her, it didn't really hit me until they shared a kiss.

He was on a date with the girl he cheated on me with.

It wasn't the easiest thing to witness, the wound still very much raw. I hated his guts and I hated the way he made me feel, but that hatred was still wrapped in hurt and embarrassment. And when I saw him with her, I already felt tears pricking my eyes.

"Sorry, I just need to go to the toilet," I cut Yelena off quickly, stumbling out of my booth as I stood up.

She called my name but I ignored her as I sped to the toilets, avoiding looking anywhere but ahead. Thankfully it was empty, but I was left to view my own reflection and, for the first time in a long time, I hated what I saw. I looked like a mess. My vision was blurry, tears filling my eyes, a lump in my throat.

He really didn't want me, didn't he? Something had to be wrong for him not to.

"Y/N, are you in here?"

I sucked up a breath and wiped my eyes before I could shed a single tear for him. Turning around, I saw Yelena entering the bathroom, eyes looking around until they met mine worriedly.

"There you are," she said with relief, rushing in and resting her hands on my shoulders. "What happened? Is it to do with Thomas? I saw him sat out there when you ran off."

It would have been so easy to lie and brush it off, but Yelena was staring right into my soul and I couldn't hold it in for much longer.

"We didn't break up mutually," I whispered, ashamed of the crack in my voice.

Yelena wasn't following. "What?"

I frowned, looking down and feeling my eyes well up all over again. "Thomas and I. We didn't– he–"

Why was it so hard to say?

"Y/N, you can tell me anything," Yelena reassured in a voice so soft I'd never heard it before.

I couldn't meet her eyes. "He was cheating on me."

She didn't respond, nor react, not verbally anyway. I wasn't sure what expression she pulled because I was too embarrassed to look up from the floor.

"Y/N, I..."

All she did was pull me close and it was like a dam burst within me, the tears I'd bottled up for so long finally being set free. I sobbed quietly, shamefully, into her shoulder, and wasn't sure what else to say.

Yelena was sweet – she always was – as she held me upright, letting me make a wet, snotty mess of her jacket. And she held me close until I finally stopped, reluctantly pulling myself from the safety of the crook of her neck.

"Do you want to say something to him?" is all she asked, so carefully, as if I might break even more.

I shook my head, wiping the tears from my face and avoiding her eyes. "I just want to leave."

She nodded, taking my hand in hers and squeezing it gently. I was too tired to do anything but let her lead me out of there, most of it a blur. I recalled her glaring daggers in Thomas' direction when we passed his table, but I refused to look up and see if he noticed. When we reached her car, there was a tense silence in the air.

Finally, after a minute, she broke it.

"Why didn't you tell me, Y/N?" she asked quietly, and I could feel her eyes boring into the side of my head.

Wiping my face to distract from my warm cheeks, I answered, "It's embarrassing."

"No, it's not," she said, and I could see her shaking her head in the corner of my eye.

I scoffed, angry at myself for breaking down. "Of course it is. He cheated on me because clearly something is wrong with me. That's literally the epitome of embarrassing."

"What– are you insane?"

I glanced at her, clenching my jaw. "Maybe. Who knows?"

She scrunched her face up with annoyance. "Stop that. You're not." Her expression softened. "You're completely and utterly wonderful, and the only insane one is him for throwing that away!"

I rolled my eyes, leaning against the passenger door as I got comfortable. "You have to say that. You're my friend."

"No," she said with conviction. "I mean it. Every word. And those are the reasons I'm your friend. Because you're the way you are."

I shook my head, glaring at the front window. "Forget it, it doesn't matter anyway. Can you just– please can we go home?"

She opened her mouth, as if to retort, and I seriously wasn't in the mood. Thankfully, she dropped it for now and put her seatbelt on instead.

The ride home was awkward, mostly because I still felt humiliated at my breakdown and even worse because I hated being pitied by Yelena. If it were up to me, we'd forget this ever happened, but I knew she wouldn't.

"You should've said something sooner," she said when she pulled up outside my apartment building. Her voice was calm, but her words carried weight. "I would've helped."

Realising how bitchy I was being for no reason, I let go of my anger. She was never my target – I was my own worst enemy right now. All Yelena had done was be there for me.

"You helped before. Getting me out of there." I exhaled, regretful of my attitude earlier, and gave her a grateful look. "Thanks."

She looked to me, green eyes twinkling sadly, matching the frown on her lips. I leaned forward and pulled her in for a hug, albeit an awkward one because we were still in the car, but a needed one. She was a really good hugger, I realised, and I didn't want her to go just yet.

"Do you wanna come up?" I asked lamely once I pulled away. "I just– I–"

"Of course," she cut me off, and I was relieved because I had no idea how to say anything else.

I relaxed, nodding, and glanced at her with a small smile before getting out the car. She followed me out and up to my place, where we instantly fell into a sweet lull of an afternoon. She didn't bring up Thomas for the rest of the day. Not when we ate up all the junk food in my kitchen. Not when we watched one film after another, her letting me pick them all. And not when we passed out on my couch, too tired to get up and make it to my bed.

When I woke up the next morning, I found myself half laying on Yelena's chest as she laid on the couch, leg hanging off the end.

"Shit, sorry," I mumbled when I realised I was drooling on her shirt.

She groaned, tired, and mumbled something I couldn't make out, before opening her eyes and immediately widening them. I wondered what had her spooked, but was still too tired to think on it longer than a second.

"I am so hungry," I thought aloud, pushing myself to sit upright. Letting out a yawn, I checked my watch. "We didn't eat at all last night. Not a proper meal anyway."

Yelena still hadn't spoken, so I stood up and stretched, yawning once more. I hadn't realised how quickly time had gotten away from us yesterday, nor how easily I was able to forget the mishap because I had Yelena.

"I think I have some eggs in the fridge," I said, padding over to the kitchen to take a look. "You want some?"

Yelena didn't answer and I didn't really care, taking it as a yes anyway. Before starting to cook, I went to freshen up in the bathroom and wake myself up a little more. When I came out, Yelena was waiting outside the door.

"There's a spare toothbrush under the sink," I told her with a smile. "I'll get started on breakfast."

She nodded tiredly, going in after me. I started on breakfast meanwhile, the events of yesterday coming to mind as I fried some eggs. It was a strange day, but it felt good to be able to tell Yelena the truth. I didn't feel so alone anymore.

When I heard Yelena coming out the bathroom, I glanced over my shoulder and saw her looking much more awake than before. And that's also when I realised she was still wearing the same clothes from yesterday.

"I have some clothes you can wear if you want," I offered, but she declined with a polite head shake.

"I'll just be going back to the Compound after, it's all good."

I hummed in acknowledgment, getting back to putting our breakfast together. She took a seat at the dining table and I felt the need to speak up again.

"Thanks," I blurted out, making no sense.

She sounded confused, and tired. "Huh?"

I chewed on the inside of my cheek as I distracted myself with plating up our eggs. "For staying last night. And for not making... it a thing. That's all I wanted."

If Yelena wanted to, she could have turned Thomas inside out with ease, but she didn't, and I was eternally grateful.

"I'll always be here for you, Y/N," she said when I was setting her plate in front of her.

I glanced up at her from the plate. "I know. I'm lucky."

She began to smile, eyes meeting mine comfortingly. I returned her smile, hoping she knew how much she meant to me, before taking a seat opposite her and digging in.

#yelena belova imagine #yelena belova x you #yelena belova x reader #yelena belova #florence pugh #mcu #marvel #marvel imagine #black widow

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A Brief Existential Crisis (Matt Murdock x f!Reader; Fic)

Because this fluffy idea wouldn’t let me go so now you all get a drabble. Set in TRT!Verse but not required reading. SFW. Minor spoilers for ep 8 of She Hulk!

"She didn't know who I was," Matt said mournfully, staring blindly up at you.

"I'm sorry," you said, radiating as much sympathy as you could while also still kinda distracted by the Los Angeles weather report on the hotel tv. How was 68 degrees considered freezing?

"No one else recognized me either," he mumbled, his chest heaving on a great sigh. "All night. One guy even called me a gold ninja devil."

"Ridiculous," you agreed as he slowly edged his head further into your lap. You forced down your grin, which was especially difficult when his expression was so pitiful, not unlike that of a kitten caught in the rain. "Yes? What is it, beloved husband of mine?"

"You know what I want." He made a sad little noise, arching further into your lap until his head bumped your opposite hand where you'd settled it on your thigh. "Please, sweetheart. I need the dopamine after everything that happened."

You snorted and gave in, running your fingers fondly through his dark hair. You even made sure to scratch with your nails just for the way it made him purr and melt into your lap, his eyes rolling back as his mouth fell slack.

Unfortunately, this particular existential crisis was too great to be struck low but something so minor as your fingers in his hair.

"Is it... the suit?" he mumbled, the words just a little slurred. "Not... mm, mm.... recognizable?"

Honestly, considering the color, he's now recognizable from space.

It was just a good thing he was handsome enough to pull it off.

"You're always recognizable as the only Devil-based hero with any real charm," you said confidently, keeping your thoughts to yourself. You shifted your fingers to his temple, scratching at a new spot. You were rewarded with a blatant moan, Matt's toes curling in his socks. "Trust me. It's not you. It's them. LA is, uh... just... more focused on... its own thing. You know how it is. So fuck em. You're still my favorite even if they don't know you."

"Yeah?"

"Mhm. And think about it this way. You might be less known, but that just means you're like, uh..."

"...I'm small-time," he sighed gloomily. "Just admit it."

"Hang on, I've got a comparison coming." You rolled your head up, narrowing your eyes at the ceiling in thought as Matt rolled over to burrow in against your abdomen with an exaggerated groan of sorrow. But there was no hiding his grin, not once you could feel it. "Don't suffocate yourself just yet."

He mumbled something unintelligible, and presumably tragic and martyr-y.

It took you a minute, but then you nodded. "Ok, I've got it."

He grunted, and tipped his head a little in prompting until you started dragging your fingers through his hair again, this time at the back of his head where the Devil mask always made him sore. The, "Mm?" he let out in response was glutted and thick, like the slurred purr of a cat on its back in a puddle of sunshine.

"You are basically one of those 'best kept secrets of the city' things," you said lightly. "All the tourists flock to the flashy stuff, restaurants that are shiny and get all the attention. But the locals know where the good stuff is, the quality stuff, and they know the best burgers always come from that one mom and pop hole in the wall. They don't tell the non-locals, cause someone might steal the recipe or buy it out. That's what you are. You're that burger."

There was a pause, and then he tipped his face up so you could see his warm smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "That was very sweet."

"Thank you."

"It's also horseshit."

You groaned, rolling your head back as he laughed and dropped his head back onto your lap. "Come on, it was a good comparison!"

"No, no, there's no helping it. I just have to grieve my murdered ego," he sighed, blinking sadly up at you. Or your chin, really, but it was close enough. "There is one thing that might help me feel better, though, and distract me from my wounded pride."

"What's that?"

He hummed, licking his lips as he rolled onto his side, his head still on your lap, close enough for him to nuzzle at your abdomen. "I could eat."

Your brow furrowed. "We literally ate an hour ago. We went through In-N-Out. You were not impressed, you blasphemer."

He hummed, before leaning in and pointedly nipping the waistband of your sweats.

Oh.

"I'm hungry, sweetheart," he murmured, tipping his head down towards your lap as he drew in a slow inhale. "So hungry and empty where all my pride used to be. Can't I just have a little to help fill that void?"

"Oh my god, Matt," you choked out, two seconds away from losing it as he rolled upright to grab your legs and drag you down the bed until you were flat on your back.

"You're the one that chose food for your metaphor," he said with a grin, nudging your legs apart. "I'm just following my wife’s example."

"Oh alright, I suppose I could be charitable just this once. You did get spanked by a Hulk today, after all."

"She caught me. She didn't-"

"Spanked," you repeated gleefully, making him snort. "Want me to kiss the print on your ass and make it better?"

"At least let me eat dinner first."

"Fine. But I expect it as my tip at the end."

"Deal."

#matt murdock x f!reader #the red thread #daredevil x f!reader #daredevil #matt murdock #fic #fanfic #drabble #reader #reader fic #reader insert #she hulk attorney at law spoilers #matt using his misfortune in order to get sympathetic head scratches #and dinner while he's at it

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When you hug her/him

A/N: My first marriages in the game was Scout-many-marshes and Ghnorbash the Iron Hand so I had to add them :)

Aela the Huntress

You were feeling lonely just talking to the other Companions. So, you went to Aela and engulfed her in your arms. You could feel the thrum of her heart against her chest and it almost immediately calmed you. Aela froze in her spot and stopped eating the loaf that was in her hand. She was not expecting the sudden hug but she certainly was not complaining. She wrapped her arms around you and smiled at you. "My dear, if you wanted a hug all you had to do was ask."

Ghorza gra-Bagol

Ghorza was rambling on about how her lousy assistant was too stupid to understand how to work the forge. You sighed and placed your cheek on your palm. Ghorza usually complains about such things but you didn't feel like listening to her continuous complaints. You pulled her closer by her waist and wrapped your arms around her. She froze for a second before hugging you back. "Geez, at least let me finish speaking first."

Grelka

Grelka stood at her stand in Riften as per usual. You could hear her talking to customers in her usual sassy tone. You walked to her stand and leaned against the side of it. "How's business?"

"What do you think?" She replied.

You chuckled and placed your hand on her hip as you pulled her closer. Grelka placed both her arms around your torso. "Wha-you want a hug? Now?" You nodded your head and placed it on her shoulder. She sighed and held you for a second before pushing you away so she could go back to selling. "Now go back to what you were doing before. I'll see you at home."

Shahvee

You walked to the docks with a basket of flowers you brought from home. Your boots clicked against the stone stairs as you walked down them. Shahvee could hear someone walking to her so she slightly turned her head to look. After seeing your friendly face she smiled. "Hello love, need anything?"

You held up the basket to show her its contents and her face lit up. "I thought these might brighten your day."

Shahvee stood up and took it from you, smelling the pretty flowers. "Thank you..." You hugged her tightly, making sure to not get in the way of the basket. She set it down and happily wrapped her arms around you.

Balimund

The blacksmith of Riften worked over his forge as usual. The sweat and dirt covered his face as he wiped his forehead. Appearing behind him, you wrapped your arms around his broad body. Balimund tensed but when he noticed it was you his muscles relaxed. "Don't creep up on me, darlin." He said, turning his head to look at you.

You laughed and kissed his cheek. "Sorry, I couldn't resist."

He shook his head and took your hands off him before turning around to hug you back. He kissed your temple then your cheek. "Well next time refrain from sneeking and just ask for one."

Derkeethus

It was weeks after you saved him and recently starting seeing each other. You decided to show up at Darkwater Passing to surprise him. You saw Sondas but no Derkeethus. You approached him and smiled politely. "Have you seen Derk?"

The dark elf looked up at you from the ground and nodded, pointing to the entrance to the mine. "Of course. He's in there."

You thanked him and went down to the mine. The first noises you heard was the clanking of pickaxe's hitting the walls. You saw his beautiful green scales and went to him as his back was turned. "Boo!"

Your sudden actions caused Derkeethus to jump. "Divines above! Don't scare me like that Y/n."

You laughed and hugged him as an apology. "I'm sorry, my love."

He rolled his eyes and hugged you back. "No you are not."

You shrugged. "You're right~"

Farkas

The hulking man stood outside, leaning against a pillar. You set your goblet of wine down on a outdoor table and went to him. He noticed you coming closer and he smiled at you. "Oh, is no jobs available for you?" He asked as he placed both of his hands on your waist.

You shook your head and leaned it against his chest. "Just wanted to see you. Is that a problem?~"

Farkas chuckled in his deep voice and kissed your head. "No no, this is just fine."

Vilkas

The scowling werewolf stood outside by the wooden dummies, his sword in his hands. He didn't see you till you cleared your throat to get his attention.

He huffed and turned around to face you. "Yes, love?"

"Come here." You ordered him, your arms opened invitingly

Vilkas raised an eyebrow and slightly smirked. "Liking your role as Harbinger I see?"

You glared at him and put your arms down, rolling your eyes. "Oh nevermind!"

Before you could walk away, Vilkas grabbed your waist. "Ah ah, I didn't say I didn't want a hug from you." He held onto you as he put his chin on the top of your head.

Scout-many-marshes

You could see Scout carrying chopped wood at the docks. You walked to the Argonian and his eyes softened as a loving smile spread across his face. "Hello dearest, how are you this evening?"

"I'm doing just fine. I can help you if you want." You said, motioning to the pile in his arms.

"Oh no I can handle it, love." He responded.

You frowned at him and took some of the wood from him. "No, I'm helping. Even if you like it or not. Now let's get this done before dark." Scout smiled and nodded.

After you too got done, you hugged him and kissed his scaly jaw. "Now sleep well, sweetheart." He nodded with a sweet smile and grazed his clawed hand over the spot you kissed. He definitely will sleep good tonight.

Ghnorbash the Iron Hand

You arrived at the orc stronghold he lived in, Dushnikh Yal. Pushing open the large logged doors, you saw Ghnorbash slicing his weapon in the air and hitting the wooden dummy in front of him. "Ghnorbash!" Your orc warrior looked at the entrance and a small smile graced his lips. He unsheethed his sword and watched as you came closer. If he wasn't strong and sturdy, he would have been knocked down by how fast you jumped on him.

"Excited are we, my love?" He asked jokingly.

You smiled and kept your arms around him. "Mhm."

Ghnorbash picked you up and laughed at the surprise noise you made. "Yes, I can tell." He held you in a tight grip, but not enough to hurt or bruise. His tusked teeth grazed your face as he kissed right below your ear.

Brynjolf

Your mood was down so you went to the man who you loved. This cocky bastard grinned in amusement as he felt your hands cling to the clothing he was wearing. "Feeling lonely lass?" You nodded and he took your hand, intertwining your fingers with his. "Well we can't have that." He gently picked you up and ignored the looks from the other thieves guild members. You wrapped your arms around his neck and rested your head on his chest.

He carried you to the shared bedroom that you guys had built in for when you would need to stay in the Thieves Guild hideout for any reason. He layed you down on the bed then slid in with you, pulling you close to his body. "I'll lay here with you 'til I'm needed."

Cicero

The murderous jester chuckled his little weird laugh and hugged you back with a big grin. "Is my Y/n needing love?" No matter your response, he held you tighter and closer, enjoying your warmth. "Cicero will hug away your worries, oh yes!"

You just sighed and let him be happy as he continued holding you close. You eventually had to leave for a job so he groaned but knew you had to do your work so he let you go. He kissed your nose and told you to get him if needed, placing his hand on his ebony dagger.

Lord Harkon

The large doors opened as you walked into the Castle. Everyone knew you by now. The person who stole the vampire Lord's heart. Eyes fell on you as you walked down the stairs that led to the main room. "Ah, my dear! You've came just in time."

You raised an eyebrow curious. "Time for...?"

Harkon sipped the thick red liquid from his golden goblet. "Dinner, my dear."

You went to him and lifted his chin. "Stand." Harkon narrowed his eyes but obliged and stood up. You smiled and pulled him into a hug. The room was silent as you did it. Harkon found your way of hugging him weird but he couldn't deny that it felt somewhat nice.

A couple snickers could be heard in the background. "Go back to whatever you were doing!" He yelled towards his fellow vampires as he escorted you out.

Serana

You both sat under a big tree during the night. The stars and moon illuminated the leaves overhead. Serana ran her long nails through your hair, stopping to massage your scalp every couple minutes. You wrapped your arms around her waist and leaned into her more. Serana softly chuckled and smiled at you with her glowing eyes. "Comfortable?"

"Very. Thank you..." You said and kissed her pale neck.

"Hey now, that's my job." She said as she kissed your cheek.

You tilted your head with a teasing smile. "Oh really? Who says?"

"Me." Serana said, playfully pushing your head away from her neck.

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[imyourbratzdoll]

I have a request! How about one of Harley Quinn x reader (Platonic friendship) where she sets her up with Bucky after getting over her love for Joker!(Harley and Bucky are as cute as hell!) Reader is with Steve and is Bruce Wayne's daughter! and gets kidnapped by Joker! Who would come in and save her!?

hey honey! I hope you like what I wrote! I'm actually thinking of writing for harley, but don't know for sure just yet.

summary - harley's ex, the joker, kidnaps you. causing the two teams to come and save you.

the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips and @firefly-graphics

Harley slams the door open, “Sugar! Grab ya knives!” Bucky and Steve whip around, staring at her with wide eyes, and she huffs, hands going to her hips when they don’t move. Harley snaps her fingers. “Up! Up! The Joker took Y/n!” She pops the gum in her mouth, dramatically turning and heading to where they keep the weapons. Both men quickly follow behind glares on their faces. Steve presses a button on his watch, alerting both the Avengers and the Justice League.

The two teams stood side-by-side, all suited up and angry. Your father stood in his Batman suit alongside your boyfriend. Harley and Bucky stand with their hands interlocked, one with a crazy smile and the other with a dangerous glare. Natasha and Clint stand with their guns ready, and Sam and Tony are in the air. Hulk and Thor stand with Diana and Clark, while Arthur and Cyborg stand to either side of them. All of them are prepared, waiting for their sign to go in. 

Wanda and Vision come flying around, giving a nod. The team approaches, storming into the building with one thing on their mind. They begin to fight those who come running at them. Bruce, Steve, Harley and Bucky all make their way toward the room you are held in. Killing and knocking men and women out, Steve’s leg flies forward, kicking the door in and watching it fly across the room. His eyes are set on your form, strapped to a chair with the Joker standing over you, a knife in his hand as he prepares to give you his scars. 

Before the Joker can open his mouth to say something, Harley enters from behind Steve and Bruce, her pretty pink gun raised. “Bad Puddin!” The sound of a shot can be heard as she fires. The bullet shoots through the air and goes through his hands, causing him to jump back with a shout and laugh as he looks at the hole in his flesh. Her eyes move over to you, connecting with yours, and she grins. “Hiya kitten! We’ve come for ya!” Harley waves frantically, ignoring the looks the men give her. Bruce heads straight for the laughing man, pushing him against the wall as Steve approaches you, quickly undoing the ropes and pulling you against his body. 

“Aw! Is Batsy mad?” He chuckles, head falls back into the wall. Bruce begins to beat the madman until Bucky stops him, saying something about locking him up instead. The Joker looks him in the eye and smiles. “Ya wanna know how I got these scars?” The room fills with his laughter.

You arrived home safely. Steve hadn’t left your side. He kept checking to ensure you were still there, pressing kisses on your head, whispering how much he loved you. You smiled and snuggled into him, happy that you were back in his arms and with your friends and family again. 

thank you for reading!

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[dreamqueenkala]

Hello! do you mind doing a fluff where the reader got her period during the full moon and infected Dylan is trying so hard to protect her from other werewolves even though he's trying so hard to control his thirst? Thank you! I really love your works xx

((This takes place during the scene with Werewolf Emma and the Van, except Kaitlyn heads to the cellar WITH Abigail and leaves Dylan and the reader to fight off Werewolf Emma))

BLOODLUST

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Warnings: Blood Mentioned(Female on her Period(Gets a tiny bit descriptive)); Gore; Violence; Aggressive/Protective!Dylan; Biting/Marking; Spread of the Infection

Female Reader x Dylan Lenivy

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Dylan shrieked as he stumbled backwards from the van, the hulking grey-skinned creature bounding from the vehicles confines snarling with a long tendril-like tongue extending from its maw. It’s jagged teeth gnashed and deep gurgling snarls left it’s throat, beady yellow-white eyes glaring over us.

Kaitlyn was quick to toss me the shotgun, guiding Abigail towards the cellar. The creature roared and lunged after them, crawling on all fours. I bit my lip, gripped the weapon and aimed at its back. The trigger twitched under my finger and then BANG! A shell buried itself in the creatures back and it shrieked, stumbling. I dropped the gun with a grunt as I felt a sharp cramp in my abdomen, doubling over and cradling my stomach.

Dylan, quick to catch the scent of my blood, dashed forward to grasp my arm the same time the creature tipped its head up with a deep inhale. It’s eyes fell on me and it growled, stalking forward. Dylan’s once brown doe eyes now a deep shade of lemon narrowed on the thing, a guttural growl in his throat as he shielded me from view.

I clung to his back, cursing the universe for forcing me to experience my monthly during a night like this. I had zero painkillers, as they’d been used on Nick earlier in the night before he turned. My jeans were soiled, though I couldn’t really complain at that point because my shirt and jacket were coated in just as much blood. I hadn’t eaten or drank any water in at least 24 hours, and my cramps were at an all time high.

Dylan reached back and grasped my arm tightly, his claws digging into my skin as I pressed against him. I shivered and winced, his nails digging far too roughly into my skin. “D-Dylan you’re hurting me.” He growled in reply, his gaze focused on the creature creeping closer. It snarled at him and lunged, both of us stumbling to the side. I lost my footing and slipped, falling on my back with grunt of pain.

“(Y/N)!” A scream left my throat as the thing pounced atop my collapsed dorm, it’s claws slashing at my shoulders. I pressed my palms to its chest, struggling with all my strength to keep its teeth away from my throat. Saliva and blood dribbled down its chin and over my face and neck, it’s snarls and growls blending with the shrieks leaving my chapped lips.

The creature was abruptly ripped from my body, a pained gasp escaping my lips as it’s claws were wrenched away from my shoulders. Turning my head, I watched as Dylan dragged it back by one of its legs, kicking at its head and slamming it into the van. “FUCK OFF, SHE’S MINE!” His bellow was deep and distorted, black veins protruding from almost every inch of pale skin visible. His eyes were gold and bloodshot, teeth as jagged and sharp as the humanoid beast attacking us.

It growled and tried to move past him, it’s gaze set solely on me as I curled up on the ground, my cramps hurting almost as bad as the slashes to my shoulders. Dylan wasn’t having it, shoving it back til it stumbled into the van again. Spotting the shotgun near my body, I crawled towards it, grasping it in my left hand. “D-Dylan!” His gaze snapped to me just as I tossed the weapon his way. His reflexes were sharp, both hands grasping the gun as the thing once again charged at me.

BANG!

It shrieked and howled as the bullet met it’s neck, writhing and squirming. It wasn’t silver, but the bullet itself was enough to stun the creature, forcing it to stumble away into the forest to recover. I gasped and slumped against the earth, panting heavily as stinging tears trailed from my eyes. Dylan stumbled to my side, pressing his hands to my wounds lightly.

“S-Shit, babe—“ He groaned, his nostrils flaring and his tongue swiping over his sharp teeth. I whimpered as his nails pressed into my flesh once again, squirming fearfully.

“D-Dylan stop—!”

“You smell…so good, (Y/N).” He panted, tilting his head back in an attempt to control the hunger bubbling in his mind. I could see it in the way his muscles contracted or his jaw clenched, the way his eyes flickered between my face and the blood coating my jeans or shoulders. He was struggling to remain in control, so close yet teetering on the edge of transformation.

“I don’t…I-I don’t want to hurt you.” He growled out with a strained whimper, trembling beside me. I could see the tears forming in his eyes, the honey glazed over as his lip quivered. I blinked slowly and let a shaky breathe fall loose from my lips, knowing what needed to be done now.

“Bite me.” Dylan’s head snapped to face me again, eyes wide and lips parted.

“W-What?”

“Bite me. You won’t hurt me, Dylan. Not if I’m like you.” He swallowed thickly, his resolve cracking as another cramp hit me. I whined and curled into a ball, hugging my abdomen and crying softly. “D-Dylan please! It fucking hurts!”

Dylan’s gaze wavered, his fingers clutching at his knees now desperately. Breathing heavily, he let his gaze flicker from my abdomen to my shoulders, meeting my eyes finally as he gritted his teeth. “Y-You know, I love you, r-right?”

I smiled, my (E/C) eyes glazed with tears and my dirty (H/C) hair splayed around my head. “I-I know, baby. Bite me.”

His fingers curled around my left arm and he raised it to his lips, teeth sinking into my bicep before he could second guess our decision. I screamed and cried loudly, back arching as I resisted the urge to rip my arm away. With a deep satisfied groan his teeth sank deeper and I had to dig my nails into his arms, begging and pleading desperately.

“D-Dylan, stop! Stop, p-please!” The haze in his eyes faded and he ripped his teeth from my arm, licking the blood from his lips. Black lines had already overtaken my veins, the wound stinging but quickly beginning to heal. I slumped back and curled against his legs as the brunette guided me into his lap, arms trembling as he cradled me. His lips pressed against my neck, fingers kneading my abdomen in an attempt to soothe my cramps.

“You still smell so good…even better when you smell like me.” Dylan pants, tongue lapping at my pulse point. I bit my lip, cupping his hands against my abdomen with a soft groan. His teeth nibbled at my skin, not enough to puncture the flesh but enough to leave me breathless. A wave of heat rolled through me as I moved to stand, collecting and slinging the shot gun over my shoulder.

“You’re bite better fix my fucking period, Dylan, or I’m going to whoop your ass.” I teased, a weak and pained grin on my lips. He growled softly and licked the blood from my arm and shoulders, hugging me closer. We moved towards the van, hoping to check to see if it could still run.

“Even if it doesn’t, (Y/N), I could always just fuck the pain away—”

“Dylan!”

My boyfriend was a little shithead, even as a wolf. But I still loved his banter.

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[two-red-lungs]

Player of Games

Eddie Munson Drabble

Content: Implied reader/Eddie, DnD shenanigans, fluff

Summary: Sitting nearby and spectating one of the Hellfire games can almost be as fun as playing them. Especially when you know exactly how the combat encounter is going to end.

Word Count: 1157

“Why isn’t your girlfriend playing with us this time, dude? College make her too cool for us?” One of the newer Hellfire club faces asked, looking at Eddie, who was perched up on his seat behind the DM screen.

Without even looking up, Eddie waved a hand in my direction, focused on his notes. “The good lady has sided with the foul Beholder. She knows too much.”

I dropped my copy of Startide Rising from my eyes, reclined on one of the Hawkins High play set pieces in our nook behind the stage. “He’s saying I helped him prep the combat for this encounter. Can’t play if you’re a co-conspirator.”

Over his screen, Eddie winked at me. Like a grand maestro directing an orchestra, he slowly lit the candles on the table, tension rising… and then he began the session right where they had left off. Backstage lights dimmed. All attention on him.

Munson was a performer for sure. It shone even when he was off the stage: he was always at 110 percent, twenty-four seven. His lips wove seas of sound and story, gestures sending candle flames aflutter, spinning rapt illusory webs of high fantasy that ensnared his players. It was enchanting to watch from the outside.

Incredibly geeky, but enchanting.

“...King Terevin gives a wave of his hand, and the massive iron gate begins to slowly lift with a click, click, click.” He punctuated every onomatopoeia with knuckles against the wooden table. He spread his fingers. “The gaping maw of darkness stretches wide in front of you, our brave guild recruits. You hear the thunk, thunk, thunk of heavy, wet flesh, scraping across the stone. And then,” Eddie rose in his seat, holding clasped hands out over the board, “lumbering out into the light of the fighting pit, the crowd roaring in your ears—” He dropped the hulking miniature onto the graph paper map, “—Is a titanic, club-weilding, undead flesh atronach!”

The table exploded into cries, Dustin grabbing Mike’s sleeve and shaking it vigorously. The players protested in fear and Eddie gleefully rolled out the enemy’s stats: twenty feet tall, level ten, boasting 220 hit points. He spat the facts over the cacophony.

“A creature of infamy and legend!” Eddie crowed. “Known throughout the king’s lands, older than the stones that built the very fortress it’s imprisoned in! Your most dangerous foe yet.” He rubbed his hands together and pointed at the players. “Alright. Roll for initiative.”

I made steady headway in my science fiction novel as the table thrummed with action nearby, voices echoing off the high theater ceiling. Spells were cast, blows were struck. Poor Mike’s new elven sorcerer got his shit rocked, down to two hit points and barely avoiding getting reduced to a smear of blood on the cobblestones. 

“I click my Sidon’s boots of speed, doubling my speed, and use my full movement to get…” One of Eddie’s players said, counting on his player sheet. He was pretty new. Only sat through three sessions, with three wins under his belt. It made him cocky. “Fifty feet to the side. Then I use my fast movement feat—” The other players groaned, protesting him leaving the formation, “—to take a dash as a bonus action, adding fifteen feet.”

Eddie slowly moved the player’s mini across the board. As he did, he looked out under his fringe of hair at me. “Congrats, man.” His eyes never left mine. “You’re now flanking the atronach.”

I pressed my lips together to keep from smiling, hiding my face in my book. Remembering the conversation we had had last night. My grin would be a sure-fire giveaway to the players.

Ten-thirty PM, pouring over the monster manual, trying to come up with some contingency plans to throw roadblocks in the group’s way. Eddie bit at his nail, looking at the stats sheet. “I don’t wanna pad the atronach’s health any more than we already have. I mean, I’m known for my epic TPKs, but that’s just cruel.”

“You’ve basically custom-built a killing machine NPC, Ed.” I reminded him, painting the last finishing touch stitch on the miniature. I set the tiny brush down on Eddie’s crowded desk. “You gotta use it. They’re leveled enough. But maybe you can put some, like, secret rules in place.”

He rested his hands on his hips, looking over at me. “Like what?”

I shrugged, blowing on the mini. It was perfect. Ugly, undulating waves of flesh. “Like, uh… the party’s rogue. The new-ish guy? He always thinks he’s a solo act, right? If he breaks away from the safety of the party, punish him for it. Hold the atronach’s legendary actions until he does.”

A slow, broad grin began to crawl across Eddie’s face. “Oh. Wow. You’re kinda evil. I like it.”

He was giving me the same look now, a night later, fingers moving away from the rogue’s miniature. Did I feel good about basically sentencing the cocky player’s favorite genasi player character to death? Yes. No.

Maybe a little. 

“I use my secondary action to throw my poisoned daggers at the flesh atronach, using my cloak of shadows to get stealth damage.” The player dropped a die onto the table. “That’s an eighteen, plus a mod two. Dirty twenty to hit.” He sat back in his seat, arms folded, smug. Far too confident for a rogue with his actions all burned up.

“That’s a hit.” Eddie smiled back just as smugly. He paused, dragging the silence out. Everyone was waiting for him to describe the crippling damage. “...But. Your genasi releases the dagger, and they spin into nothing, clattering to the floor.” He snatched the mini off the table, and the chorus of protests started to rise. “The atronach’s glowing jewel embedded in its chest flares, and suddenly it’s gone. It uses a legendary action—” The chorus became a myriad of shocked shrieks, “—and teleports right next to Sir Endon the Rogue.”

The player’s face dropped. 

“He raises his twisted, mighty club, and brings it down…” Eddie paused to roll dice in his tray behind his screen, resin clattering against felt, “... for thirty-eight damage—”

“Dustin, your spare the dying spell!” The player shrieked in dismay. “Use spare the dying!”

“You’re not in range!” Dustin poineded wildly at the board, spittle flying “You moved way outta range!”

“—plus ten prone damage. That’s fifteen negative, right? You know what that means.” Eddie continued on. He dropped his face into the flickering candlelight shadows, and with a flick of his fingers, knocked the player’s mini over. “You…” he murmured darkly, “are dead. Reduced to a soup of blood and viscera, splattering the arena.”

The player was flabberghast. The other players ooohed at the sight, hooting. The rogue’s player face twisted, and he stood up, chair screeching. “Man. Seriously? Really?”

Eddie bowed his head. “The school of defeat in brutal, but a swift teacher.”

“Shouldn’t have broken formation, man.” Mike said.

“Whatever. God, ugh. Whatever. I’m going to the vending machine. Gonna clear my head.” With that the hellfire club member stormed off into the shadows, a beam of hallway light cutting across the theater as he pushed open the theatre door in a huff.

“I want a root beer!” I called to his retreating form as he left.

“Dos root beers, por favor!” Eddie tacked on. He shot me a secretive grin, lips all quirked up on one side, and I shook my head, smiling down at my book. He took far too much pleasure in this. 

Teamwork makes the dream work, right?

“Now.” Eddie turned back to his remaining mid-combat with a devious, dark smile on his face. “Where were we?”

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[abbatoirablaze]

The Avenger's Initiative, Chapter 9

Word Count:  4.7k

Warnings:  depictions of rape (mentioned beforehand), abduction/kidnapping, basement wife, Stockholm syndrome, mention of violence

Steve’s POV

"Bunny, I can hear you," I all but yelled as she hopped into my arms excitedly. I spun her around and set her back on the ground, "I just heard you calling my name! Tell me it's real. Tell me I'm really hearing you. Tell me I'm not just hallucinating!"

'Steve! It's me.' She replied, 'It's me.'

Her silky voice echoed through my mind, and I couldn't stop the grin that was on my face. Thoughts of me kissing her raced through my mind and her eyes went wide.

Shit.  Did she see that?

She blushed and I let go of my grip on her waist quickly. She looked down at the ground as I searched for some way to explain it.

"I-uhm, I-"

"What the hell is going on?"

Bucky glared at the two of us and she turned to him with a returning glare.

"Hey, hey," I whispered, taking her hand. She turned towards me. It felt like she was just rambling a list of words into my head, "hey. Don't worry about him, okay?"

'Misogynistic Narcissistic asshole.' I watched as she began getting so angry, she literally started to shake.

"You're okay," I whispered, pulling her to me, "I got you, bunny."

She gripped onto me, and I led her back over to her cot. Putting the ice on her jaw, I laid her down and sat with her until she fell asleep.

"What the hell was that?" Bucky asked.

"That gentleman is something you are very welcome for," Loki smiled, coming up the stairs, "I have brokered a deal with the maiden, Jade in the basement. She gives herself to me completely and in return I have given her friend a way to communicate with the lot of you."

"What?"

"Just graced her with a bit of my magic," he smiled, "but it will only last until she can speak again."

"Wait, you mean you could have done this the whole time?"

"Let me remind you, Captain Rogers I've only been here for the better part of a half day," Loki groaned, "and someone that both Ironman and Hulk have told me is off limits doesn't exactly make my high priorities list."

"But her friend does?"

"Precisely," he smiled, "in just half a day I have acquired a choice, and I will have no need for this barbaric ritual that you avengers dabble in.  She has agreed willingly to become mine, and mine alone, so I hope that the rest of you animals can stick to a gentlemen’s agreement and not touch her. I really don't understand how it's taken the three of you so long."

Bucky's jaw tightened as did mine. I stood up so that I was toe to toe with Loki, "you got such a problem with it, why you here, Loki?"

"Curiosity," he smugly answered, "and now that I've got what I've come for that curiosity is gone. Just need her to complete your 'training' as you animals require it of her and then we'll be back to the city."

"It's not that simple, Laufeyson," Bucky growled, "don't you think if it was then we'd already be out of here?"

"Has she talked to you yet, Barnes?" Loki asked, studying Bucky. His jaw ticked again, and this time I noticed his arm twitch, "better yet, did she get rid of the tick she gave your arm when she disassembled it from it's socket?"

"What is he talking about?"

"I know what is going on in her head because it's my magic that's allowing her to be involved in communicating with you," Loki grinned, looking at me, "I know what she's thinking about at all times now. For instance. Her dreams. Do you know what she's dreaming about right now? Barnes? Rogers?"

"It's none of your business," Bucky growled, "just like my arm."

"She's dreaming about intimate moments she's had with each of you," he chuckled, taking a few steps towards her. I watched in a frozen state while his magic danced over her form, "she's dreaming about the night that you spent in her bed, cap. She wanted you to kiss her, but she was far too afraid to make a move. Far too shy...so she tried another method. A sneakier one. When her hands touched your crotch accidentally, it wasn't really an accident. She thought you would take the hint, and when you didn’t, she assumed you weren't interested. That you were being a 'good friend' to her. And you, Bucky. The first day she met you, when you took your shirt off and let her examine you. She found it. And she couldn't stop thinking of you, so she slept in your shirt a few times...and the date...she's thinking about if her date had continued...she was ready to give you her virginity...did you know that Sergeant Barnes? A little, mortal virgin. Such a tiny little thing, and she's conflicted. Because she knows that both of you are monsters.  But she has feelings for each of you, even though you beat the hell out of her."

"Enough," I growled, looking between her and him. My chest felt heavy as I watched her sleep. Saw how slight the movement was where her thighs squeezed together just light enough to create the tiniest amount of friction as she shifted deeper onto her side, "we don't need to hear this Loki."

"I want to hear it," Bucky replied quickly, instantly changing his mind. I looked at him and he shrugged, "I want to know what she's thinking."

"Seriously?"

Loki smiled, "of course you do, Sergeant Barnes. She probably hasn't said a word to you yet, has she? I feel her hesitation, you know. The guilt. She thinks so much of you. She wants to hate you for what you did to her...but she feels bad because she knows she hit a sequence in your arm that would cause the ticks.  She knows that both of you are at fault, and yet, she still fights herself on it.  But then there is Captain Rogers…"

"Stop," I growled, looking between Loki and my best friend, "what's in her mind doesn't belong to you."

"No," Loki chuckled, "I'm renting the space. And boy what a show she provides."

"Get out, Loki," I growled, stepping between him and Mira. He held his hands up defensively and looked towards Bucky, "I said get out."

"Just wanted to inform the two of you what was going on," he said in a fake charming voice, "I mean no disrespect."

I looked to Bucky after he went back down the stairs. He was staring at her sleeping form, "Buck?"

"Yeah?"

It sounded like a painful question coming from him. The sadness radiated out from him as he watched her.

"Buck look at me!" I ordered. My best friend tore his eyes away from Mira and stared at me. There was a wonderment there. Curiosity. I felt my jealousy growing, "you know Loki probably just said those things to get under our skin."

"I didn't tell anyone I left my shirt there," he said slowly, "when she texted me, she told me she hadn't seen it, but I caught her going to bed in it a few times before our date."

"That doesn't mean what he's saying is true," I reminded him, "he's probably just saying that to get to you."

"I didn't even tell Bruce and Tony about the ticks in my arm," he reminded me, "she's the only one that knew about that."

I looked down at her sleeping form and she shifted again.  Did she really want me to kiss her?  Did she really have feelings for me and Buck?

I shook the thoughts from my head and Bucky looked at me, "I can't give up on her bud...I won't give up on her."

"Well, I'm not going to give up either, regardless of what Tony and Bruce said," I added in. I took a deep breath and looked between her and my best friend, "so what do we do now?"

"I don't know," he admitted, "but like I said, Stevie. I'm not giving up on her."

'Steve,' she whimpered, pulling me from the staring contest with my best friend. I looked back at him again and the sadness in his features was replaced with a calm stoniness that he'd learned through the military and as an asset to HYDRA. She refused to meet his gaze, but stared at me, 'Steve.'

"I'm here bunny," I sighed, caving into her needs. I crawled onto the cot and pulled her onto my chest. In her fight against sleep, she gave up, snuggling into my chest, "I got you." 

Bucky’s POV

**WARNING: This section contains graphic depictions of rape and adult themes. Please be warned and consume at your own discretion. **

"You're stuck with me yet again, doll," I said to her slowly as I came into the attic. Steve's on duty in the basement today with Thor."

I sat down the tray at the edge of the cot and took my spot at the desk, not bothering to look at her today. The past few rotations both Sam and Loki had made me switch with them, so I'd been forced to be around Mira more than normal. And I'd be lying to say that her refusal to even so much as look at me hadn't taken a toll.

It killed me inside.

She would glare at me nonstop, only taking a break when she pointed downstairs to let me know that she had to go to the bathroom, when she happened to fall asleep, or when she was focusing on working out.

And it felt like my arm started to get worse. More and more I had noticed the ticks. That was yet another example of when she'd stop glaring at me. Yeah, the glares would stop, only for the smirk to appear, and then disappear when her jaw disagreed with the position.

She huffed and I didn't spare a glance at her. Instead, I began looking at the cameras. I could see Steve and Thor heading down with the trays for the girls.

'Steve and Thor didn't make this.'

"No, they didn't," I replied, thinking nothing of it, "I figured the least I could do for you as an early Christmas present was make you breakfast. It'll be the last time I'm up here before then. Rotations and all."

'Bucky.'

"I know the guys don't give you anything extravagant," I said softly, buzzing them into the room, "Brittany told me that was your favorite breakfast though the other day when I saw her."

'Bucky.'

"I know it's a little burnt," I admitted, "but I tried for the better part of an hour trying to make you French toast. I’m not really that great a cook.  I only made that one dish for our date because it was easy, and I’ve known how to make it because of my ma.  What’s on your plate was the best looking one. And sorry about the fruit. Steve and Thor started eating it themselves."

'Shut up.'

"What?" I asked, turning away from the desk, "are you serious? I spent all morning trying to make your favorite breakfast and you're telling me to shu-"

'Thank you.'

I felt a smile coming to my lips as I realized that she had been talking to me in my mind. Taking her tray and putting it at the desk, she pulled up a second chair and sat beside me.

"Did you just talk to me?"

'Shut up before I change my mind.'

And that stupid fucking smile found it's way back to my face.

She tucked one of her hands under the good side of her jaw and leaned on it, then batted her lashes at me.

"Doll you're talking to me."

'I know.'

I mirrored her actions and leaned against my flesh hand, unable to stop my own happiness as she seemed to have come to terms with our relationship. She smiled lazily at me, and her free hand pushed my hair back and out of my eyes.

"You're being awfully kind."

She looked down at her cup and pulled out a second vitamin. One that I'd convinced Bruce to start her on. A painkiller.

'I know that this wasn't any of the other guys...was it?'

"No," I admitted, "I convinced Bruce to bring it with him."

'And they only show up in my cup on the days that you make my meals.'

I sighed, falling into a half grin as she caught me red-handed.

"Are you mad at me?"

She shook her head, not needing to use the abilities that Loki had given her in those moments. Her eyes flickered from me back to her breakfast. Smiling, she stabbed the French toast with her fork and held it up to me.

'Eat.'

"I made that for you."

'And I want to share it with you.  I won’t be able to eat it all anyways.   My jaw is getting better, but eating a lot hurts.'

She continued to hold it in front of my face until I begrudgingly opened my mouth. Once I'd chewed and swallowed it, she smiled happily and lightly tapped the side of my face.

'Now that I know you didn't somehow drug it,' she said, sending me a wink. She took her own bite of it now, along with a gulp of her orange juice, and downed her multi vitamin and the painkiller.

We continued our little back and forth of her feeding me some of the French toast, and then her eating some of it on her own until it was gone. Then she took to staring at me and poking my face when she got bored.

"Doll," I tried, not wanting to upset her, "I know you're a little loopy from your meds, but you're gonna have to go lay down. I have to pay attention to the guys now. They already dropped off your lunch and now they're taking the girls theirs."

I didn't so much feel her say anything as I felt an emotion drawing my eyes away from the cameras. She was giving me the sweetest sad face, complete with large doe eyes and pouted lips.

'Where's Brittany?'

"Sam took her out of there last night. She's staying in his room with him now." She cocked her head at me and I felt the need to explain, "once we feel that our chosen girl is committed enough to us, we can pull them from the basement and they start to stay in our rooms with us. If none of the girls progress after three months to our rooms, we end the trial."

She took a deep breath and looked at me through furrowed eyes. When it clicked that us 'ending' the trial meant killing the women she shivered. Her eyes seemed to search mine for something, anything to tell her that I was lying.

'But-'

"It's what we do," I said with a shrug, "most of our exes came from these things. Same with our current partners. Pepper. Rhodey's wife, Jackie. Brittany."

'Have you ever left with someone from here?'

"No," I admitted, shaking my head, "Up until recently I had seen myself as a monster, not worth someone's love...and also admittedly, about five weeks ago I started thinking that again."

She bowed her head in sadness. She knew I was talking about her.

'You're not a monster.' She said slowly, 'I-I thought you were but...a monster wouldn't make me French toast because he knew I was sad.  And a monster wouldn’t go out of his way to make sure I had painkillers.'

"Yeah," I replied, "but I guess you're right too. A normal guy would get to know a girl outside of this situation. I still feel like a monster knowing what I did to you...that your jaw is broken because of me.'

Then she looked at me with a glint of humor in her eyes.

'I did manage to disengage your arm and take you down.  How many of the others can say that?’

"You didn't take me down," I laughed, shaking my head. She bit her lip and nodded at me, and I let another smile go, "no you didn't. You pushed me over...I was back on you in no time."

'And the ticks?'

She gave me a knowing smile as I felt my jaw drop, "you know?"

'Your pressure points,' she replied, biting her lip, ' I might have hit them in a certain sequence.'

"A LITTLE HELP HERE!"

Both of our attentions turned to the screen where the twins were yelling at Steve, making a mess of the limited area they had access to. I pressed the button that would send a high pitch frequency towards them. While it wasn't something that was fatal, it would be extremely annoying to them. Both girls hunched over, immediately covering their ears.

"Make it stop!"

"PLEASE!"

Mira looked away from me, ashamed at what I just did. Sure, I hadn't physically hurt them, but it was something aimed at them, nonetheless. I saw her look down at the ground and begin fiddling with the bottom of the tee-shirt she was wearing.

When I'd stopped the sound both girls were huddled into small balls and covering their ears, crying.

"Now. Who wants to listen?"

Kenzie hesitantly took the pills and apologized for creating a mess. Her twin, however, spat in his face when he tried to offer the pills to her once again.

"That's it!" he yelled, backhanding her. Stunned, she didn't move. But that was all the time that Steve nodded to rip her jeans and underwear off, leaving her bare in the room.

In a furious rush, Steve began to undo the belt on his jeans. I saw Mira's eyes go wide as she began pulling on my shirt.

'Please. Stop him. Buck-'

"Doll, I can't," I said sadly as I looked at her. Her eyes went back to the screen as she watched Steve rape Danielle, "I can't stop that and you know it."

Tears formed in her eyes as she looked away. Shifting off of her seat, she moved away from me and pushed herself into the corner of her cot, 'Please turn it off. I-I can't see this.'

"Mir-"

'Please,' she whimpered. Watching her, my heart broke in two. She'd seen just what Steve was capable of. And while I didn't want Steve to end up with my girl, I didn't want her to think we were all monsters. I turned off the monitor and watched her as she cried on the cot.

"Steve's not that bad a guy," I offered, "you know, he just-"

'Don't try to make up an excuse for him,' she growled, 'he's raping one of my friends because she didn't listen to him. He's raping her, James.'

She looked up at me again with tear-stained cheeks. While I had turned off the monitor and she couldn't see Danielle and Steve, she could hear the sounds still coming from it. Mackenzie begging him to stop and calling him a monster. Danielle crying and whimpering in pain. Skin slapping skin as Steve took what he wanted.

"I-I can't turn off the sound."

'I know,' she cried. I got out of my chair and made my way over to her. She didn't shrink back from me, so I pulled her into my lap as she continued to cry.

"Hey, don't focus on that," I told her, using the calmest voice I could, "focus on what's going on in here, okay. Do you hear my heartbeat?"

'Yes,' she nodded, 'I hear it.'

"Focus on that. Okay?" I asked.

'But-I-'

"Don't argue," I commanded her. She took a deep breath, and shuddering, she put her head against my chest. I could hear her trying to even out her breathing as she listened to my heartbeat. Slowly rubbing my flesh arm up and down her back, "focus on this. You're doing so well."

Soon enough, her sniffling stopped, and when I couldn't hear the sound of skin on skin, I noticed that she'd fallen asleep. Placing her back down on the cot, I moved back to my chair.

"Buzz me out."

Turning on the screen I saw Steve waiting by the door, a heavy layer of sheen across his forehead. He'd had some scratch marks on his arms and looked pissed off. Danielle was in the corner silently sobbing to herself while her twin was hiding her face in her own corner of the room.

"BUCK!"

Both girls jumped as he yelled at me. I hit the button and he walked out. Thor was coming down the hall with Cassie and Jade.

"Don't worry about the other two," Steve smirked, passing the trio, "already taken care of."

"Where are you off to?"

"Need a shower," he grumbled, "then I'll make them some lunch."

When he got to the top of the basement stairs, he looked at the camera, "you gonna buzz me out or do I have to wait again?" 

Mira’s POV

'GET AWAY FROM ME!' I wailed as he tried to touch me, 'GET AWAY!'

"Bunny what's wrong?" he asked. Some drops of water fell off of his still wet hair as he tried to pull me into his arms, "What's wrong with you?  What on earth got into you?  Did Buck do something?"

He tried to touch me and as he got close enough, I kicked him. I heard a crack as he fell off the cot. The movement was too quick, but when I blinked Bucky and Steve were rolling around on the ground.

"YOU LITTLE BITCH!"

Bucky shoved Steve back, and that's when I saw blood coming down Steve's nose, already dripping onto his tee-shirt. I felt my heart going a million miles a second as Steve's normally brilliant blue eyes were cloudy. He was pissed.

"Steve, back off!"

"Fucking, little bitch."

"STEVE!"

Bucky and Steve glared at one another.

'I don't want him to touch me.'

"He won't. Don't worry, doll," Bucky muttered from in front of the cot, "Steve won't touch you."

"We've been too fucking lenient with all of them," Steve growled, staring directly at me, "and it started with her. You broke her damn jaw Buck, but ever since then these girls have been thinking they're golden. That they don't have anything to be expected of them. THEY ARE OURS! AND IT'S TIME THAT THEY LEARNED THAT."

"What in the world is going on up here?" Sam asked, running up the stairs. Thor and Loki had followed the sound of the scuffle.

"Oh, I see where this is going," Loki grinned, looking directly at me, "did you make the two lovebirds fight, pet?"

"DON'T TALK TO HER!" Steve roared, "None of you talk to her."

"She's not going downstairs," Bucky said definitively, putting an arm back towards me. My eyes went wide, "I know that's what you're referring to, Steve, but she's not going in the basement."

My heart felt like it was pounding in my throat as Steve smirked, "yes. Yes, she is. She's healthy now. She can go into the basement with her friends."

"Did you forget?" Bucky asked, "Banner and Stark said she's off the board. She's not going down there."

"I don't give a damn what Stark says," Steve replied, "she needs to know her place."

'Bucky,' I pleaded, getting off of the cot. I ran up to him and felt myself wrapping around him, 'Don't let them put me down there. Please.'

"She's not going."

"BUCK."

"I'm not arguing it," he said in a deathly low tone, "This isn't up for a debate, punk."

Steve's nostrils flared as he glared at me and Bucky. Then he looked to Sam, Thor, and Loki, "aren't you guys going to say anything?"

"Stark said she was off the board," Thor said dismissively, "we can't put her in the basement, can we?"

"Whose room she gonna stay in then?" Steve asked, "Loki's claiming one of the chicks already. Sam's got his girl..."

"If the two of you fight, Lady Mira will stay in my chambers."

I looked at Thor with wide eyes. It was no secret that he was a bit of a man whore. I doubted that my virginity would stay intact and of my own decision if I were in his room. I looked to Bucky, 'Please. Don't let Steve or Thor take me.'

"She's going to stay in my room."

Steve's jaw twitched and he shook his head, "no way. You broke her jaw."

"And you were about to attack her because she wouldn't let you touch her."

"She doesn't know what she wants."

'I want Bucky!'

The guys all looked at me. Steve's jaw twitched yet again.

'I want Bucky.'

"I think she wants old metal arm," Loki said with a chuckle. I nodded quickly, "well then it's decided. She's going with Barnes."

"Buck, if you want to take some time, you can take Mira to your room," Sam said slowly, "I can watch the screens for you."

I looked up at Bucky and he nodded, holding his hand out to me. Taking it slowly, we walked past Sam, Thor, and Loki and down the stairs. Going onto the landing of the second floor, we walked down the hallway. He led me into a room that went straight back. Opening the door, I saw that it was a simple room. We were in a little sitting area with dark blue colored furniture. While it appeared homey, there was an air that made it feel like I was in a hotel.

"This isn't what my room at the compound looks like if you were curious."

I jumped, forgetting that he had been behind me the entire time. He chuckled.

'It looks homey.'

"You don't have to lie," he laughed, going further into the room. I followed him until we reached the bedroom. He took off his jacket and put it over my shoulders, seeing me shiver a bit at the air conditioning, "I like it cool in here. Let me grab you something to wear."

'I'm fine.'

"Doll, I can see you shivering."

I sighed as he went into the closet and began looking for something that would possibly fit me. Sitting myself down on the bed, I took in the room. That's when I'd noticed the bed was perfectly made, and on the floor was a blanket and pillow.

"I've never been able to feel comfortable in a bed," he admitted, seeing me stare at the floor, "least not since before I went away to war."

'So, you sleep on the floor?'

"Yeah," he nodded. I couldn't stop the look of sympathy that crossed my features, and he turned away, placing a pair of sweatpants and a large tee-shirt on the bed beside me, "I'll let you get changed."

'Bucky.'

But the door closed behind him. Huffing, I got changed out of the pair of shorts and cami that I'd been wearing since I'd been put in the attic. I closed my eyes as I slid the all too big shirt on. It smelled like him.

Looking back down, I felt my sadness come back. I laid the blankets out so that it would look like a made bed, then fluffed up his pillow. Heading back towards the sitting room, I saw Bucky coming out of another door in nothing but a towel.

My mouth went dry.

"Sorry," he muttered, brushing past me so that he could head into his room, "I forgot to grab clothes for myself."

I nodded, unable to tear my eyes away from his form.

"You okay doll?"

I continued to nod, and he chuckled, walking into the bedroom. Part of me wanted to follow him, but against all urges I stayed in the sitting room area. I didn't want him to think of me as some girl following him like a little puppy.

"Mira, you alright?"

Looking up, I saw that he had changed and was staring at me with a mix of concern and curiosity.

'Yeah.'

"I've been trying to talk to you for a few minutes," he replied, "I was just going to ask you if you were hungry? It uh-It's coming up on time for lunch."

'Yeah, sure.' 

Chapter 10

Tag List:  @krissy25, @lohnes16, @multifandom-world8, @cjand10

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[babblydrabbly]

A Dash of Truth (Rick Flag x Reader) Fluff

Pairing: Established Rick Flag x F!Reader

Characters: Rick Flag, Harley Quinn, Boomerang, Blackguard.

Warning(s): Drugs. Drinking. Language. Canon-typical violence.

Wordcount: 1.5k+

[ A/N: Here's a quick fic iterating how much I love simp!Rick Flag. ]

@lacontroller1991 @lorecraft @green-socks

Rick gets dosed with a truth serum on a mission. You also happen to be dating him— In secret. The squad will never let you live it down.

"Shit— What is this?" You try to read the label on the bottle half shattered all over the floor. Rick groans as you shoulder as much of his weight as you can.

"Flag." You take his chin in your hand, shaking him a little as he comes to again. "Rick."

"Fuck me." He slurs painfully, eyes prying open. You're relieved but still wary. Running footsteps approach as Harley and Boomer make their way to you from across the destroyed lab.

"Hey, mission accomplished." Boomer grins, holding up a hard case containing the chemical assets you'd all been looking for.

Harley nods to Rick. "Lookin' a little loopy there, Flag."

"He got hit with something. I think it might be poison." You say. Harley comes over to Rick's other side, and the two of you manage to get the hulking man back on his feet. He blinks around, swaying.

"And we're not done." You remind them. "Waller wants this shit hole gone gone. No traces, got it?"

"Yeah, yeah." Harley waves you off. She's still studying Rick. When she pokes him in the chest, he shifts his head toward her, almost drunkenly. "You dyin', Colonel?"

"'M fine." He mutters.

"Guess you're the boss now, boss." Boomer shrugs at you.

When the four of you meet up with the rest of the team, you leave Rick to recover while you oversee the members setting up the charges around the building. When that's done, you update Waller over the comms; As far as suicide missions went, you felt lucky this one was going as well as it was, Rick's state aside.

"Over and out yet, boss?"

You roll your eyes at Blackguard. "Not you too."

You snort at the nickname. You spent most of your time as second in command— You'd be glad when the others wouldn't have to defer to you anymore.

"Show some respect, Hertz." Rick says. He's standing on his own again, a little more aware but still affected. "She's not just your team leader— She happens to be my fuckin' everything."

You freeze, gripping the shoulder strap of your rifle. The other squad members fall silent; Harley's the one to break out into a big diabolical grin first.

"...What did’ya just say, Flag?"

He throws her a look, as if what he said wasn't the most obvious thing in the world. "[L/n] and I—"

"Flag." You snap quickly, removing your comms device from your ear. You flush when you hear the snickers from around the circle. "You're dosed with something. —He's delirious." You try to cover.

He frowns at that. "Nope. Just comin' out with it."

"I fucking knew it!" Harley squeals.

"Fuck!" Blackguard glares at Boomer. "There goes twenty fucking dollars."

You tear your eyes away from Rick, "Excuse me?"

"Oh come on," Harley says, slinging her arm around you. "I was bettin' on you two."

"What is there? A fucking pool?" You say, exasperated, and when the others only exchange glances you deadpan.

"Alright." You bark. You place your earpiece back in and wave everyone off to disperse. "We leave in five."

"Love it when you take charge, hun." Rick grins when he saunters up to you. You'd smack his side if he didn't look so honest as he says it.

You huff. "I don't know what got into you, but you're gonna regret it later."

Hiding your relationship was never a question when the two of you had gotten together just a few months ago. The years of flirting before that had been a secret too. You had agreed— It was better this way.

"Don't know about that. Feelin' pretty good."

You arch a brow, "Yeah?"

"Yeah," He agrees, "Always wanted everyone to know you're mine."

Snorting again, you gently push him away. Rick grasps your arm as he aims his enamored expression at you.

You don't think when a spray of bullets eat at the concrete wall behind Rick— Tackling him to the ground, you bring your rifle up to return fire, your body planted squarely in front of him. Rick sits up dizzily behind you.

A second wave of lab personnel floods the room. You cover for Harley as she runs at them, shouting over the comms for everyone else to fall back. Another sniper up in the rafters takes aim at you, and you hit him square in the eyes first, sending him tumbling over the side. You startle when Rick let's out a whoop.

"That's my fuckin' girl." A hand comes up from behind you, smacking you on the ass.

"Oh my god." You mutter. Through your eyepiece, you can see Boomer doubling over with laughter, even as he beats the shit out of some grunt. Your face reddens.

"Rick, baby. I'm gonna need you to keep your hands to yourself right now." You say patiently. More laughter over the comms. You were glad the rest of the team was getting a kick out of your utter embarrassment.

"I fucking love you."

You take your finger off the trigger and turn around.

You stare at him, the cacophony of shouts and gunfire falling away for a moment. You search Rick's face, wondering just how much of him is actually present right now.

"...I'm going to let that one go, given your... state."

Rick simply smiles, leaning back on his arm as he lies there beside you. "You could. But I meant it, [Y/n]."

It takes another thirty minutes to get out of the lab without losing anyone on the squad. The eight of you in total hot wire a few cars and drive out of the underground facility just as the charges go off, leaving a collapsed sinkhole in your wake.

There's one stop within a hundred miles of the place, and for your band of criminals the shitty bar they convince you to stop at might as well be the Bellagio. You order them a few rounds as you wait for Argus' pickup.

"You break anything and I break your fingers." You threaten Boomer and Blackguard who've picked up pool cues. You slide into the booth beside Harley, handing her a another shot of tequila. For Rick, you slide over a tall glass of water.

"Y'can't tell me they don't have Heineken." He grumbles, taking the water anyway.

"There's no fucking way I'm letting you drink while you're poisoned or gassed or whatever the hell happened." You chided. You sip from a glass of water yourself. Someone had to stay in command.

Rick leans back against the wall, his large body taking up the entire side of the booth as he shoots you a sly grin. You roll your eyes again, biting back a smile.

"What?" You ask him.

As if deciding something right then and there, Rick picks up his glass and takes his time with a swig first.

"'M gonna marry you one day." He says softly from across the table. For the second time that night, you blink at him, knowing that what he says is the truth, serum or not. Cheeks warming again, you duck your head, willing yourself not to grin as widely as your mouth wants to in that moment.

From the corner of your vision, Harley slides further into view, her chin in her hands. She's looking at you with shining eyes, the tequila already hitting. Hard.

"You guys are so fucking cute." She sighs. She lays her head down on the sticky table, a forlorn look crossing her face. You pat her on the back.

"It's just the poison talking." You tell her. Rick opens his mouth to object, but you raise your other hand, warning him off. Harley sighs again.

"Yeah. Sodium pentothal."

You stop comforting her.

"Huh?"

Harley pulls a vial of clear liquid out of her jacket pocket, tossing it on the table. "Sodium pentothal. I passed a fridge with a batch of it back in the lab, 'n one of the bottles was missin'. Guy that ran the place looked like he was workin' on his own recipe. I got your boytoy some of the antidote."

You snatch up the vial. "Harley!"

"What!" She cries, "I can't live through your little boyfriend-girlfriend drama for five seconds??"

"Oh my god, Harley."

She grins, clearly drunk now. Between her and Rick, you don't know who looks more out of it.

"It's an oral antidote, by the way. Sorry to disappoint."

You huff, putting the vial away in one of your vest pockets.

Rick arches a brow. "You're not gonna give me the cure?"

"In a bit." You say, grinning. "I kinda like you like this."

"'S what I'm saying!" Harley slurs.

Rick chugs the rest of his water and pries himself out of the vinyl booth.

"Where do you think you're going, Colonel?" You stand up with him, crossing your arms.

He lifts a shoulder, dropping it with a smirk. "Don't need you on truth serum to know what you're thinkin'."

"And what am I thinking?"

He pretends to consider it. "You wanna take me into that bathroom you were eyein' by the bar back there... See just what little of a filter I got left." He grins.

You scoff, blushing.

Well— he wasn't wrong.

Rick takes you by the waist with both his large hands, openly swaying to the music on the jukebox on the other side of the room.

"Let's go, Cap'n." He leans down, pressing his lips to your ear. His warm breath makes you shiver. He mouths at your earlobe, tongue darting out to swipe at the patch of skin beneath it for all of the squad to see. Your hands fly up, gripping the front of his uniform with a gasp.

He grins against your neck.

"You can give me the antidote when you're done with me."

#rick flag x reader #rick flag x you #rick flag #rick flag fanfiction #dceu fanfiction #tss 2021

[sapphosvioletts]

Safe

Bruce Banner x Autistic Teen!reader

Request: I was wondering if I could request a Bruce banner x autistic teen reader where him and the team are on a mission at a hydra base and the hulk finds her in a cell in a corner all scared and the hulk is protective of her. (she’s been there since she was 7 and now she’s 17) so when they get back to the base Bruce takes care of her to and basically throughout time he teaches her and science and everything else she missed out on. If you wanna add some more please do. I have a learning disability and it’s hard for me to explain things in detail. So let me know if this sounds confusing

Word count: 2,466

Warnings: slight description of overload

Note: Not every autistic person experiences autism the same. I'm autistic and I am writing from my perspective of how I personally experience autism, but not everyone feels the same as me or has the same perspective as I do.

.oOo.

My breath hitches as I hear a loud noise, my body freezing. My body starts to tremble and shake, my breathing picking up slightly. I hate loud noises, my sensory issues make them intolerable. Noises often tend to scare me more as well, always making me jump in shock.

Hydra has never been very accommodating of the fact I'm autistic, so it would be no surprise to me if they made the loud noise. But following the noise is yelling, which sounds panicked. The people who I have learned are associated with Hydra, are all yelling and some barking out orders.

My hands instinctively come up to cover my ears, trying to block out as much noise as possible. I'm sitting on the floor of my cell, tucked in the corner with my knees hugged tightly to my chest. I start rocking back and forth as I sob at the noise.

I hear other voices as well, ones that I don't think I've heard before. They sound much less panicked, but are still loud and demanding. The new set of voices only make me sob harder, stuffing my face between my legs and squishing my hands to my ears so hard I'm surprised my head didn't explode.

I hear loud stomping growing closer to my cell. It's far too loud to be a human, and I can't even rack my brain around what it could be. My brain already feels fuzzy enough, and with the panic and every single noise that I hear, my brain is just so overwhelmed.

I cower further into the corner when I hear one of the Hydra men yell "Get the girl!" I know he's referring to me, as I'm the only 'experiment' that they have right now. My cell door is slammed open, the metal bars banging loudly against the wal.

The man runs in and harshly grabs my arm, his grip bruising. He roughly pulls me up, while all I can do is just cry. Everything it's just too much, and my body can't even react anymore.

Suddenly the man is ripped away from me and thrown across the cell, hitting the wall and sliding down, completely knocked out. The first thing I notice through blurry vision from my tears, is a large shadow over me. I look up, trembling with fear.

I find a large, green man standing just outside of my cell. He's huge, his hand is probably the size of half my body. I slowly start to back up into the wall, terrified of the man in front of me. He's too big to even fit in my cell, he pulled the man off by only reaching his arm in.

The man's attention is pulled away when another Hydra scientist tries to pass him to come into my cell. He easily picks them up by their shirt and slams them into the ground before tossing them away.

"No one hurts girl" he growls. He huffs before turning back to me. His cold, hard demeanor turns soft and gentle once his eyes meet mine. Even though he is huge, he seems slightly less intimidating.

I gulp nervously and press my back against the wall of the cell. He sits down outside of my cell, since he can't fit inside. He pulls something out of his pocket, which I soon notice is a rock. It looks so small in his hand, like a tiny little pebble.

He looks around before grabbing one of the discarded knives that was left on the floor behind him. My breathing speeds up once he grabs the knife, terrified of what he might do with it. But instead of bringing it anywhere near me, he brings the knife to the rock.

He starts carefully carving into the rock, his face concentrated and focused. I watch in curiosity as he works, my fear slowly starting to disappear every second he doesn't hurt me. The knife is small in his hand, having to hold it with only two of his fingers to work.

Eventually, he discards of the knife on the ground and smiles at his work. He slowly reaches his arm out to me through my cell, the rock in his open palm. I cautiously and slowly walk up to his hand. I look back to his face, which has a soft smile and gentle eyes, nothing like the hard and terrifying glare he held earlier with the other men.

I decide to reach my hand out to his, feeling a little more comfortable in his presence. I grab the rock from his palm and I'm slightly surprised, and relieved that he didn't try to grab me during that moment. With the rock in my hand, I take a step back to my little corner.

I look down at the rock and smile when I see a flower carved into it. I look back up at the man, smiling widely to him. His smile grows in return, happy that I like it. He points to words and some drawings carved on the wall of my cell, which is where I write down, well everything. That usually consists of new things that I learn, and that spot just happened to be about flowers.

"Come with Hulk. He keep you safe." The man says in his booming, loud voice. I think for a moment, and he patiently waits for me. I decide to go with him. I don't have anywhere else to go now, and I'm sure anywhere he takes me will be better than just being moved to another Hydra facility if I stay here.

I slowly walk out of my cell and he stands up, making way for me to exit the cell. I look up at him hesitantly, but he only wears a gentle smile. I give him a nervous smile back before averting my gaze back down.

Having that moment with him to decompress was very helpful. It was quiet, it seems that the Hydra people were completely taken out from this floor since there was no noise except for the two of us. Normally I can barely even stand after being overwhelmed like that, but it's rare that I ever get a moment to recover either.

His large hands wave in the "follow me" motion, before he takes off and starts walking away. I run to catch up with him, his long legs taking him much farther than I could walk. I keep my head down and follow behind the green man, taking glances every once in a while at the Hydra scientists scattered across the ground, presumably dead.

We finally arrive outside and a jet comes into my view. The man seems much to big to even fit in a jet like that, but he still makes his way towards it, me following behind him. Two women and a man walk out of the jet at hearing the loud stomps coming closer.

"Wanda, go in his head to turn him back." The woman with red hair says to the other girl. They are both giving me suspecting and confused looks, but the girl on the right nods before walking up to the green man next to me.

The woman with red hair whisper something to the man on her other side, before making her way towards me. Her body language instantly shifts from her intimidating stature, to instead relaxed and gentle. She smiles at me, trying to make herself seem less intimidating, sensing my nerves.

"Hey sweetie, were you kept here?" I nod. Her eyes turn sympathetic. "Why don't you one back with us, yeah? Let's get you out of here." I nervously find myself agreeing with her. It's not like I have anywhere else to go, and she seems really nice.

She leads me onto the jet, where there are already a couple other men sitting. They all introduce themselves to me, but I don't really listen or take in what they are saying. It's all just too much, the new environment, new people, not even to mention moving away from the place I've lived for years.

The woman leads me to sit down on one of the benches and she's about to say something, when the other girl from before enters the jet, but this time with another man by her side. The man looks a bit familiar, but I can't tell where I know him from.

They both slump into their own seats tiredly, and as soon as the door shuts I feel the jet rumble underneath me. My hands clutch onto the seat from the sudden movement, before I remember about the man that saved me.

I look up at Natasha confused. "W-what about the man? The g-green one?" My voice is trembling with anxiety. Her face is confused for a moment, before morphing into understanding. "He's right there." She points to the man with curly hair. "The green man, Hulk, isn't his permanent state. His name is actually Bruce."

It takes me a moment to completely comprehend the new information. When I do, I am a little sad. Even though the man, who I now know is named Hulk, was terrifying, he was growing on me and I felt kind of comforted by him. He was the first person that has been kind to me in so long, and now he's not even here anymore.

Natasha eventually leaves to the cockpit of the jet, but whispers something to Bruce on her way. A little while later, Bruce comes and sits on the seat next to me. "I just wanted to apologize for having to meet under those circumstances. I hope the Hulk treated you alright." He looked down sheepishly.

"I-It's okay. He was really kind. He gave me this." I held out the rock that the Hulk has given me. Bruce smiles and shook his head. "I'm glad he was kind. If the Hulk saw something in you, I know that you have to be a pretty important and special person. So if it's okay with you, I'd like to get to you know you as Bruce too."

.oOo.

By just a couple months later, Bruce and I have become very close. He immediately took on the father figure and parental role in my life that I needed. I haven't had one in so long, and these past couple of months have been like a dream.

He's a scientist, so he was very accepting and accommodating of me being autistic. He understood my brain on a scientific level, he understood my autistic traits. For example, he knows that I have sensory issues and that my nervous system is wired differently than Neurotypicals. It's obviously more complex than just that, but he knows all of it, he is a scientist after all.

But even though he's a scientist, he doesn't let that make him into a "know it all". He knows that the people who understand autism the most, are autistic people. So he always uses sources that are by autistic people when researching, but he also just gets information from me. I know myself best, and he of course listens to every word I have to say and even takes notes. He just wants to help me and be there for me the best that he can.

.oOo.

I slam my head into my arms on my table, starting to get frustrated at my science homework. It's just so confusing and overwhelming. The information makes no sense, but I also just don't even know how to start. I'm already in tears and I haven't even started working on it yet, I've only read through it.

I wipe my tears and take a deep breath, trying to prepare myself to read through it one more time, hoping that somehow might make a difference. As I'm about to start, there's a knock at my bedroom door. "Come in" I croak out, wiping my tears on my sleeve to try and hide the fact I'm crying.

My dad walks in, a water and granola bar in hand. "You've been in here for a while so I thought-" He cuts himself off when he notices my red eyes and tear stained cheeks. He immediately rushes over to me and kneels down next to my chair.

"Oh, what's wrong sweetheart?" He rubs circles on my back." I try to speak, but I just can't bring myself to open my mouth, let alone form the words and actually speak them. I just shake my head and bury my face in my hands.

I lead forward onto his shoulder and he wraps his arms around me tightly, knowing how much I love pressure hugs. He doesn't urge me to speak, he never does. He understands that I'm semi verbal or nonverbal sometimes, and he never gets mad or frustrated.

He peers over me and finds the papers spread out on my desk. He sees some are already finished, which I had done earlier. But there were a couple pages that have nothing written on them, they instead have wet splotches from my tear drops.

He gives me as long as I need to calm down, never rushing me, just rubbing circles on my back as he hugs me. When my tears subside and my breathing is back to normal, I finally pull away. His hands move to rub up and down my biceps comfortingly.

I then turn back around to my desk and grab a scrap piece of paper, picking up my pencil. I know that speaking most likely isn't an option right now, but there are other ways to communicate. I scribble down on the paper, "Dont understand it and I don't know where to start."

Bruce reads over the paper when I'm done, and nods in understanding. "That's okay, this stuff can be really tricky. Here, how about I look through it for you and I'll break it down into smaller steps for you, yeah? And then we'll take a little break and come back to this later, you deserve some quiet time right now to just relax."

I breath out a sigh of relief and nod, unbelievably thankful for Bruce. He smiles at my approval and grabs the papers, looking through them himself. I hug my knees to my chest and rest my head on my knees. I close my eyes as I patiently wait for him, trying to just calm myself down a bit.

I find myself being brought into a state of peace and relaxation from the sound of the pencil scraping across the paper, and just knowing that my dad is here with me. I know that he'll always be here for me, no matter what, and that's the most comforting thought of all of them.

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[strawwritesfic]

Bruce Banner x Female!Reader: Trigger Warning

Summary: Sacrifices are not only taken. In a pinch, one can be created.

Rating/Warnings: All (-ish; threats of physical violence; no present reader; set during canon events of Avengers (2012); not canon compliant; implied mind control)

Fic Trade Prompt:  “With friends like these, who needs enemies?”

Notes: Before you pull out your pitchforks and torches: This is not in any way, shape, or form intended to be a “take that” at actual trigger warnings! There’s nothing in here that makes fun of them. Back in June of 2013 when I wrote this, I thought the title was a bit of clever wordplay. Obviously, wordplay is not my strong suit.

Tag List: @imaginesfire​

Trigger Warning

“To what do I owe the pleasure of the good doctor’s company?”

Bruce knew, even before he caught Loki’s Cheshire grin, that he shouldn’t have been anywhere near Loki’s prison and should not have risen to Loki’s bait. If anyone in the tracking room happened to turn on the video feed and see Bruce there, he’d be in trouble. Tony might try to buy him some time, but no one else would.

Despite time pressing on his shoulders, Bruce did not hurry as he walked closer to the immense glass cage. As he neared, Loki drew closer to the window, smiling all the while. The twinkle in his blue eyes only made Bruce feel worse.

“So?” Loki asked.

Instead of answering immediately, Bruce looked down at his fingertips. They didn’t shake; he’d had years to perfect obscuring his emotions. He did not even have to breathe in before he looked steadily up at the man in front of him.

“You took a friend of mine,” he answered.

“Friend?” Loki repeated. His smile widened and he threw back his dark head to laugh. “Oh, she’ll be disappointed to hear that. The way [Name] told it, you were quite a bit more than friends.”

Bruce had decided to come along to talk with Loki, that was true. But he didn’t plan to fall for anything else. He kept his expression blank. “I want to know what you did to her.”

“How do you know I did anything to her?”

Did Loki think Bruce dim? Obviously. He allowed the barest hint of a frown to appear on his face. “You already told me her name, which I didn’t give you. What did you do? Did you have a little talk with her, like you did with Agent Barton?”

“Oh, our talk was quite a bit more extensive than my talk with Barton,” Loki said. The way the ends of his lips kept popping up gave the impression that he was having to try very hard not to grin his way through the entire conversation.

“What did you talk about?”

Loki began to walk sedately along the edge of his confines, pale fingers pressed against the glass. “Harlem. The incident. India. Mostly you. Don’t worry; I think I convinced her not to be quite so taken with you.”

“What do you mean?”

With a click of his tongue, Loki turned back toward Bruce, still smiling that damned smug smile. “Keep up, Dr. Banner. You’re hardly making this fun.“ When Bruce only stared impassively back, Loki shook his head. "You won’t recognize her. I made sure of that. Not the inside, not the outside. Not from far away, not from right in front of her. [Name] is different now.”

“So you took her and changed her,” Bruce said. It was not a question.

“I think she would disagree with both of those suggestions,” said Loki. “After all, you’re the villain here. You’re the monster. All I did was…make [Name] aware of that.”

Bruce felt a drumming in his palms that almost hurt, but he still wasn’t going to let Loki see that. Let him think that he didn’t care. Somehow, though, Loki knew anyway. His smile grew quieter, but also more dangerous.

“Does that make you want to crush me, Dr. Banner?” he whispered. “More importantly, will it make you want to crush her?”

The heat rising in Bruce’s body did want to crush Loki–into a million, smug, unfixable pieces, starting with his mouth. But SHIELD needed Loki more than they needed Bruce. If the Hulk could even manage to crack the glass in that prison, he’d be taken out before he could wrap his hands around Loki’s pale neck.

“Quite frankly, all the information does is make me want to get out of this freak show more than I did already,” Bruce answered levelly. At least, he thought his voice was level. But the almost imperceptible rasp there apparently reached Loki’s ears because his expression twisted with glee even farther. “Why?”

“Why what?”

“Why did you do it?”

“There is an old Midgardian phrase,” said Loki as he settled into a bench across the room. “I believe it goes, ‘the enemy of my enemy is my friend.’ You’ll either fight [Name], or the rest of your little team to prevent them from fighting her. I benefit either way.”

“Yeah.” Bruce wheezed out a single laugh, then took a step closer. His nose nearly touched the glass. “If I have to break [Name],” he said, in a low, threatening voice, “I’ll break you, too. Just the same. I can promise you that much.”

Loki only laughed again. “We’ll see, Dr. Banner. We’ll see.”

The sound of his amusement followed Bruce all the way back to the lab.

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[stefciastark]

Genius, Billionaire, Playboy, Philanthropist, Father ~ Webpril Day 9

A/N: Once more at 4a.m, here we are. Here's a short blurb of some BAMF protective Tony swooping in to the rescue, and Peter is probably really going to need a hug after all this is over.

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Peter was in way over his head.

He was first drawn to the scene after the sounds of screams and screeching tires echoed up and down the streets of Queens. From what he could see from where he had been perched, the chaos extended across the river into the Upper East Side of Manhattan as well.

The Avengers were hard to coordinate lately. Since Tony and Steve’s relationship deteriorated into nothing over the Sokovia Accords, all of Earth’s crises were diverted to whoever was closest or didn’t hate each other at the time. This meant that Clint and Natasha, who were still on good terms despite being on opposite teams, worked together frequently sans the rest of the team. Steve preferred to work alone, and Thor and Bruce were currently unaccounted for on Earth. Peter knew there were others involved during the whole debacle, but his knowledge on their actions or whereabouts were unknown, and he didn’t particularly pay much attention to it.

He just missed the days of the ‘Stark Internship’.

Because then there was Tony. Tony worked a lot with Rhodey, and Peter tried to be understanding despite his disappointment that Rhodey was chosen more often more often as his wingman than Peter. He had quickly gone from being Tony’s prodigy “whiz kid” to being the forgotten third wheel.

Peter was beginning to think that maybe Tony’s initial offer to join the Avengers - and after that initial offer for one of the most incredible suits Peter had ever seen - wasn’t a ‘test’ after all. To put the cherry on the metaphorical cake, contact with Happy had gone from sporadic to non-existent, and he’d never felt more isolated. He couldn’t help but feel as if Tony and Happy had made a separate ‘group chat’ and just simply didn’t include him.

And that brought Peter back to the present, slinging through the alleys and main roads of Queens with a reckless sense of vigour that Peter was sure the Hulk would be proud of.

Whatever hell spawn had made its way to Earth was fast. Scarily fast. Peter knew he could outmanoeuvre most threats he faced as the Friendly Neighbourhood Spiderman, but as Spiderman, the current Pseudo-Avenger, he didn’t particularly feel as if he were ready to take on massive city-levelling threats. Well, he might have been, but definitely not while operating solo.

The alien – Peter couldn’t believe that that thing was even realand that the word alien was even usable now in his daily language – looked had the appearance of a humanoid apple wearing a frog. He couldn’t really come up with any other description; what he could see of their faces was a rich darker shade of red, not dissimilar to a Juici brand apple. Where the ‘frog’ component came in was the slimy looking finish to their armour, or if it wasn’t armour it was at the very least incredibly dense and near impenetrable skin. That, and their cries to war sounded almost exactly like a deeper and much more intimidating croak of a Bull Frog. Thanks to biology, his first real encounter with aliens was now stained with that association.

Web grenades had become a new favourite of his as of the last twenty minutes. After some tweaking of settings and trial and error, he had managed to add ‘motion triggered’ and ‘taser’ to its list of associated commands and made it more of a web mine than a web grenade. The moment one of the ‘Apple Frogs’ sped past the sensors, off it would pop, and the threat would be both contained and neutralised.

It worked well up until the reinforcements came. He came to the realisation quickly that these were only the dispensable foot soldiers of the invading army. He came to the realisation when his height was no longer comparable to the ‘Apple Frogs’, and instead he felt dwarfed.

Peter’s brain finally caught up with reality, and he truly understood that what he was seeing was in fact actually happening and not some sort of VeggieTales fever dream.

Catching the corner of the roof of a tall block of apartments, his knees buckled on landing, his breath coming in harsh gasps. This isn’t real, this isn’t real, this isn’t real. Peering down over the side of the rooftop, he watched as what looked like the Warlords of the army mindlessly murdered their own in their quest for destruction. He had to look away as he saw one of the foot soldiers get caught in the crossfire between a glowing orange – and obviously alien - beam of fire that shot out from one of the side streets and the axe of the hulking invader closest to his position.

He swallowed back the sick feeling in his stomach, the gruesome memory burned into his retinas. He’d never seen a body contort that way, and the smell of singed flesh was inescapable even from within the mask.

The trembling in his body gave him the impression that he were sitting in a massage chair, but the experience was anything but pleasant. He wondered faintly if he were having a panic attack, but everything from his mind to his body had gone numb. The Friendly Neighbourhood Spiderman was not equipped to deal with world-ending catastrophes.

The high-pitched scream of a woman and the distressed cries of a child managed to delay the sheer terror that pumped its way through his blood and into his bones. Standing up on unsteady legs, he quickly found the source; there was the silhouette of a young family escaping for their lives, the woman holding her young child – no more than six months old - on one arm while she slung her shoulder under the arm of her husband, supporting his weight as they ran, his ankle obviously broken.

Without a second thought, Peter dove into the streets below.

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Red blips were popping up like razor burn on his HUD. Weaving through the streets of Manhattan, Tony felt himself unsurprised by the situation entirely. The first time aliens came to Earth – in New York no less – he had had a proper existential crisis, confronted with the reality that there was more out there. For it to happen a second time, however, was old news.

Tony had been notified by S.H.I.E.L.D that help was on the way, which meant that help would be there three hours after it was needed. That meant he had at least another forty-five minutes of mayhem left before the big guns were brought out, and he hoped against all hope that what was left of ‘Earth’s mightiest heroes’ would tuck their disagreements into their back pockets for a moment and come help prevent New York City from being terraformed into a brightly exposed mesa.

As quickly as the red blips had come onto the screen, they were decreasing in numbers rapidly, located mainly over the river into Queens. The small red dots quickly became slightly less pin-sized and became slightly more concerning-sized. Accompanied with these new and larger threats was the sick feeling of dread that hit Tony suddenly like a truck. Increasing the output in his repulsors, he shot like a red and gold comet over the East River.

On the edge between where Dutch Kills ended and Astoria began, Tony found the source of his inexplicably nauseating dread.

Peter was dangling almost ten feet in the air, the alien resembling a mouldy radish holding his kid’s neck between its thumb and forefingers. The left leg on Peter’s suit was torn and bloody, and the way he struggled against that thing made Tony’s blood boil.

Tony didn’t have much of a plan other than to do as much maiming and murdering of this creature as possible. With the temporary advantage of not having been seen yet, he lined up the perfect angle and sent the Hale-Bopp Comet shooting out from the palms of the suit, slicing through the arm of Peter’s assailant. A roar of pain echoed down the avenue, parts of the pavement below the monstrosity turning almost black with blood that fell with the intensity of a waterfall.

Shielding Peter’s fall, he deposited the young hero behind him on the footpath out of immediate harm’s way. Tony gritted his teeth, veins burning with a ruthless fire that was begging to be released. It was a good thing his target was right in front of him.

And then Earth’s trespasser spoke, voice deep and coarse with a texture like gravel that was deeply unpleasant to listen to and made Tony’s skin crawl. “And who the hell are you?”

Tony began to close the distance between them, each step deliberate with one goal in mind; shoot to kill. Rolling his shoulders back, he looked the alien combatant straight in the eyes and prepared to engage.

“Genius, Billionaire, Playboy, Philanthropist, Father. And nobody hurts my kid.”

A/N: IronDad to the rescue once again :) As for why Tony hasn't been in contact with Peter, I'm thinking it's likely that he wanted to give Peter the space to be the Friendly Neighbourhood Spiderman he wanted to be. That, and becoming an Avenger and being closer to Tony would likely mean more exposure to risky situations and potentially near-death experiences, and Tony wants anything but that for his SpiderSon

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[the-second-tonks]

hi lovely !! i was wondering if i could get a marvel & harry potter (( i would prefer marauders era but you don’t have to that era if you’re feeling something else !! or you can do both i really don’t mind whatever you’d love, lovely )) ship ? just whenever you can :)

a little bit about myself is that im : an aries sun, taurus rising & capricorn moon. i absolutely love gardening & books & cats. im an enfj & a hufflepuff !! im pretty energetic & friendly but i do take longer to get from the “ friendly “ stage to the “ friends “ stage due to my problems with anxiety. im also a enneagram type 2, so i absolutely love taking care of people. i annotate all my books heavily. i wear a lot of sweaters & cardigans & skirts. i have wavy / curly dark hair & really light blue eyes & im about 5’5. i do tend to naturally take up leadership roles but i’m not very dominant. i’m a good leader & i hate crowds & loud places & i love classical music.

that’s all i can think of right now but i hope that’s enough !! if not just lmk <33

Hii ! Yep, it's always enough !!

You forgot to mention your preferred gender , so I checked your blog and your pronouns are she/her , so I'm shipping you with a male character !

From Harry Potter (Marauders Era)

I ship you with -

Remus Lupin :)

He needs care and you'll give it to him !

You're pretty energetic and friendly whereas he needs someone who'll boost him up !

Don't worry , you'll shift from the friendly to the friends stage pretty quickly in his case because you'll feel a sense of caring for him !

Since you naturally take leadership roles , I'm quite sure you'll do the same in this relationship ! Remus is quite submissive according to me ..

Since you love books , maybe you both would meet at the library and you both would just click (if you don't believe in the click then consider it live at first sight , I wrote the click because I don't believe in love at first sight lol)

You both would stay together in quiet , peaceful places and enjoy each other's company , reading books and taking care of each other !

Taurus rising makes you quite patient ! So you'll definitely be patient while Remus tries to open up

Capricorn moon are the ones who are quite determined , so maybe you'll determine to get Remus open up to you !

Capricorn moon also means you need a sense of security to yourself , so Remus will provide you that !

Aries sun makes you impulsive ? So you might act impulsively and Remus would have your back !

Overall , a very happy and balanced relationship !

Your bestfriend would be -

Sirius Black

He and you would be so energetic together !

He'll definitely share his uncontrolled emotions in depth with you and you both would be so caring of each other !

Overall , a quite good and understanding relationship !

From Marvel

I felt like Loki would be good but I choose thor , so maybe loki would also fit !

I ship you with -

Thor Odinson a.k.a God of Thunder :)

It just felt like calling lol. He and you would be so energetic and fun together !

Thor would literally love how you take care of people and he's also gonna help you !

ENFJ makes you loyal , so not to question , Thor will trust you with his life !

Since you care a lot , sometimes people like Tony (for fun , he would) and Loki would use you for it , well , Thor wouldn't let that happen

You and Thor would eat potarts together ?? It would be so nice !

Thor is always up for an adventure and so will be you , so you both would definitely set out !

You're also quite intelligent as your Capricorn moon suggests , so teaching thor from how your world works to if zombies exist would be fun and easy !

Overall , a quite chic and adventurous relationship !

Your bestfriend would be -

Bruce Banner a.k.a Hulk

Helping Bruce with hulk and lab stuff ! He'd also make you his lab partner !

You both will read books and study science together !

Overall , a quite deep and bonding friendship !

Gifs not mine

I hope you liked it !

Thank you for the ask 😊

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[popculturebuffet]

The Legend of the Three Caballeros: Shangri-La-Di-Da and Sheldgoose Squaredance Reviews: The Last Ride (Comissoned by WeirdKev27)

SALUDOS AMGIOS.. THIS IS IT! The finale review of my retrospective on the Three Caballeros THE RIDE OF THE THREE CABLLEROS. It’s the final ride. While there will be, as i’ve said the last few time, a little epilogue to celebrate finishing this, as clocking in at 15 reviews, one best of list coming next week and covering a film, two sizeable comic book stories, and 18 episodes of television, this has been one of my largest projects and one of my proudest. But there will be time to look back next week. For now i’m amped up, excited about this series and excited to finish. So after the cut join me for one last full ride as our heroes face their final hour! 

Shangri-La-De-Da: Our penultimate adventure begins with the Cabs returning home after training with King Arthur, where they apparently got a years worth of training in a day.. because apparently Camelot is one giant hyperbolic time chamber. But the training’s paid off as our heroes are now at their most skilled and most powerful: As a result Jose skifully and perfectly cuts an orange in seconds, Panchito ropes an apple from a nearbye stand (and the owner’s really cool about it since Panchito gives him the money for it “Thanks magic rope!”) and Donald.. breaks everything but in a really impressive ways. Our heroes are at their best and ready to take on Feldrake when the time comes, while Ari and the Bear.. are hiding what happened last episode with the girls investigating. Hey can’t win em all. Meanwhile Sheldrake is leading Sheldgoose into the Manor.. after a few goofs on him running into the barrier because he’s a petty asshole. They decsend into the depths bellow leaving Leopold to guard. 

Back at the Cabana Donald just wants one more thing... Daisy. 

I’ve.. gone on about why he shouldn’t do this last time. He deserves better. Xandra is right there and while she’s treated him shabbily from time to time. it’s more human error versus... everything with Daisy just everything. This plot point has been nothing but pain and suffering for me and it’s not changing that track record in these last two episodes, though thankfully it’s barely in the finale, so my own track record of screaming about daisy in text form every time she shows up will also remain in tact. He does this because Xandra offered them a vacation so he won’t be distracted.. again why isn’t she the love intrest? I dunno maybe sh’es more into Jose.  And Daisy sucks on arrival, phrasing, as her response to Donald’s call wasn’t to just.. tell him no but to go to his place to clearly tell him no to his place saying “Let’s recap, you abandoned me in a bad part of town, spent our date in the bathroom all night in a hula skirt, then brainwashed my nieces into helping you trick me with a dummy”. Okay Daisy, you want to recap, you insufferable, pompus, selfish, self absorbed, overly demanding, overly haughty, golddigging rose colored shrew?

Let’s fucking recap: He left you in a bad part of town because he got FIRED from his job and found out his house burned down, something you REFUSED to let him explain. You found out about this and then proceded to berate him over dinner, saying he couldn’t possibly help people. While he did spend a while in the bathroom with a hula skirt nad never explained it the ONE point you have.. he LEFT to go help his friends, with you once again leaving instead of letting him come back and explain later or leaving but going to his place to hash this out or just dump him. THEN, something you CAREFULLY omitted, you moved on which is fine.. as a way to make him jealous, bringing the guy to his door to rub his beak in your new relationship with not a hint of shame,a nd ran off whie he was fighting for his life clearly. Now seeing things were more complicated, you asked NO follow up questions, imposed a date on him and while he did lie your nieces WERE NOT FUCKING BRAINWASHED. This was of their own free will you unbleivible she demon. You are so up your own ass you can’t even see the obvious. And then you came here JUST to say all this and be mean to Donald one more time. While Donald shoudln’t of called you up it’s not because of all that it’s because your a heartlress, selfish, shrivled husk of a person. You care about NO ONE but yourself, and that includes Donald. Fuck you and the horse you rode in on. 

So Xandra just zaps them away and says she’s perfect for Donald. 

Donald and Daisy end up in the himlayas.. cue the music. 

Why isn’t this game on Switch? Questions for later. Point is our heroes find a cave to duck in and a yeti.. who after clearing their throat reveals Xandra left them at the entrance for Shangri-La, and the inside is intorduced.. with a very lackluster musical number. A weak note for the songs to go out on but not bad, though Donald is pissed off because that’s his schtick here.. though credit where it’s do: Since I didn’t know everything and hadn’t finished it turns out his anger was delebrate.. but we’ll get to that and why it dosen’t work in a moment.  Back at the Cabana the boys fence with bread before Panchito gets a flash as Sheldgoose puts the first amulet into..some kind of melting pool... and the girls confirm what happened seconds later. Feldrake has the amulets, which were used to seal him last time as revealed in last episode, and is melting them into his own power. The final battle is nigh! So Xandra goes to fetch Donald.. and comes back as she CAN’T. Donald and Daisy signed a contract and they can’t leave till ALL their problems are solved. And given Donald is carried off after his anger issues not only are evident when, given a pillow representing his frustratoins he destroys it, but he DENIES having anger issues, he’s dragged off to some extreme thereapy.. i.e. a Self Reflecting reflecting pool that manifests his anger as a giant, sausgey, pissed off version of himself and he reacts as you’d expect and gets flattned.  Back at the Cabana, Xandra breaks the bad news.. and whie Jose TRIES to reassure them, his amulet is next to go so he gets a flash of it being destroyed and our heroes now have to scramble to take on Sheldgoose.. WITHOUT Donald.  Back at donald’s inner hulk.. man I love this fucking job, Donald is pounding away until his own flash breaks things for a moment.. and sends him into his own head. We’re then treated to an acid sequece, an homage to Donald’s surreal reverire from the original movie that while not as wild, is still gloriously bizzare. Donald rencounters the teapot ghost thing that’s apparently part of his psyche from the first episode that gets him to consider why his life is like this and he goes through a lot of moments of the first episodes.. conviently eddting out daisy’s questionable behavior and the fact some things had actual catalysits.  See the idea of Donald FACING his anger issues and growing from them is fine. But this has two faults. One, it assuems you can just.. cure anger issues. You can’t. Anger is a normal emotion and as someone with them I hope to generally work thorugh mine with a therapist.. but I know they just don’t magically go away and therapy is a process and your mental issues are lifelong things you have to grapple away. It’s not the MOST insulting treatment of emtoinal issues i’ve seen, as Total Drama you know had someone with MPD cured with a fucking button press, but it’s not great.  And the second is this was poorly set up. Donald was an angry asshole all series yes and it was an issue.. but it wasn’t really FRAMED as a character arc. Just Donald being donald. So while having that be the source of his issues is a good idea for a character arc for im it comes off sloppy and forced because it’s been treated more like a joke or a character trait and less like a SERIOUS issue or the problem with him and Daisy. Hell they put the whole Dapper duck thing in there when he was fine that episode and is rightfully angry about that if at the wrong person. This whole thing just feels rushed, forced and unsatsifying and is a hsame for such a good idea

The payoff is good though, as when Donald awakens and let’s his anger wash away.. he just stands as the anger donald tries to beat the crap out of him.. but can’t do anything to him since he’s calm. He’s fine, and he’s released.. and his shock collar is disabled. Good quick gag.  Meanwhile our heroes aren’t sure what to do despite having tons of magical items.. until they think what would donald do.. and he’d just at least try and thus corm a GIANT FUCKING MAGIC CANON OUT OF THEM. Very nice. They blow the doors off.. and through the back.. and into the money bin where we get a scrooge cameo. 

And he’s voiced by Eric Bauza.. which is sadly not great because it’s far from his best work and dosen’t even really attempt a scottish accent. 

But our heroes storm the gate.. after Xandra easily disposes of the dog guards.. who Sheldgosoe apparently raised to do this... still not entirely over that. They find the staircase and the triplets op to go back while the rest charge in and prepare to fight leopold. 

Back at the Cabana, Donald and Daisy return via tub and Donald, seeing the swirling vortex of darkness outside sheldgoose manor, tells daisy he has to go his friends need him it’s his destiny, gives her one hell of a kiss she dosen’t deserve.. oh and earlier he told her “Thanks for being patient with me” and she tells him it was worth the wait. Ha ha... I hope you get hit by a rusty tractor you unfathomable blight on duck kind. 

So part one ends with Donald heading for the treasure chamber to armor up. 

Sheldgoose Square Dance:  Part two begins with Sheldgoose putting the staff in place, and an egg emerging. Weird.. and as a result of that Leopold sense his ‘Daddy’ and leaves, and before the cabs can charge in donald shows up, now confident, at full strength and after tripping as you’d epxct, with the other cabs armor and in his. The guys suit up, and we get to see both jose’s.. amazing.. toned.. stomach. 

And Panchito’s big belly.. which I have one of those so we’re twinsies. And Xandra of course watches Jose change slyly. Eh i’ts a bit creepy but I can’t blame her for sneaking a peak as long as she didn’t linger. 

So our heroes are suited up, look awesome and have their trademark weapons Let’s fucking go!

Back at the ranch, the Nieces talk to daisy and having grabbed a weird document last time, are trying to piece it together. Daisy.. is suddenly really good with puzzles and helps them with it. They reform it and.. don’t really do much until after the danger has passed and I avoid another cornary yelling innterally at this unpleasant pile of hippo excrement. 

So while the Cabs dash to stop feldrake feldrake awakens.. as a demon baby. And Sheldgoose has about a minute of mockery before feldrake smacks him around with telekensis and agrees while his mind’s affected by his current state, he’s still fully aware and can talk and seeing the cabs are coming gives him a bit of power, i’d say about as much or a little more than what feldrake had as a staff, and sends him after the cabs. 

So we get one of the most awesome moments if not THE most awesome moment in the entire series as something from EVERY episode makes a come back as shelgoose, after trying some zaps, back in full robe and cloak, MAKES HIS OWN ZOOM POINT. Thus it becomes an utterly awesome back and forth as sheldgoose summons one thing from the past and xandra summons another to counter. And it avoids reptititon as the sheer sight of characters from each episode battling it out, and never knowing which ones next, keeps it intresting. 

In order: Sheldgoose summons the moon bots, Xandra summons the roman gods to hack them to pieces, after the boys get some shots in too. Sheldgoose blocks the way with lava lizards, the cabs respond with a goblin army who block the lava river and use a cat launcher against them, courtsey of king vomit. Sheldgosoe unleashes the tengu, the cabs unleash king arthur.. and we get the immortal line from donald “Thanks king arthur!”. Sheldgoose summons his ancestors, the cabs summon the ghost presidents! And in a call back that had me clapping Sheld summons the termintes.. and xandra summons THE MINOTAUR! And Sheldgoose thirsts over him. .huh.. so shledgosoe is bi good for him. And for a final distraction sheldgoose summons.. the dragon.. that was from the adventure they just had he had no way of knowing about. 

So with that out fo the way our heroes and villians both reach feldrake.. whose awakened and is.. this

Really.. weird , if still threanting, deisgn aside, Feldrake now at full power turns new quackmore into the psycadelic starry battlefield we saw in the intro to the series and thus the final battle begins. We see the fight from the start.. but it’s now even MORE beautiful and glorious with context. Before we saw three strangers, if ones we knew from other works fighting some evil we never met. Now we’ve seen our heroes grow, both as people, and as heroes, learning from every encounter, getting stronger with every fight and slowly getting noticably more compitent: going from falling all over themselves just to work a ship, to defeating dragons, tengu, and other horrors as a team. And we’ve seen jus thow petty and cruel feldrake is.. and how serious the stakes are and what our heroes tand to loose should they fail. It’s not perfect.. we could stand to loose daisy and new quackmore dosen’t mean much, though Sheldgoose gets to zap regina into a worm, but it’s still AWESOME and feels like a tremendous payoff and Donald’s predator bro fist thing with Panchito has more weight. Our heroes have risen to their peak and now they face one last obstacle to becoming legends.  The fight is fluid, awesome and gorgeously animated and utterly epic in every sense of the word and we catch up to their seeming defeat.. only for something we DIDN’T know about last time to help.. Xandra who gets htem out of the way. It’s a long and fantastic fight, with our heroes eventaully getting knocked over to a pool while Xandra tries her best to hold feldrake off, but is clearly wearing down despite doing her best. 

Yeah while itw as established Feldrake was melting down the amulets and we saw a pool of resdiual magic, so teh magical pool of stuff the cabs find them at WAS set up.. but what happens next remotely wasn’t. The cabs fall in and commuincate with blazebeak the creator of the amulets who embues them with their power. Where he came from, why he’s just showing up n ow.. I dunno, it comes off as a really badly setup deus ex machina.. but it still dosen’t hurt the finale that bad. A little yes, as everything else is so well paced and feels like so much payoff.. but the awesomeness of our heroes glowing with their signture colors, rushing in to save xandra and then ari, who swiped the rest of the magic goop, giving it to xandra to reivvie her.. overrides it. Sometiems somethings too stupid to be awesome.. and sometimes it’s so awesome it overides common sense. So yeah poorly set up yes.. still fucking awesome also yes. 

Our heroes tear feldrake apart and realize once they see the now empty staff floating in the void they can simply reseal him. Sheldgoose interupts it.. but the nieces arrive riding on humphrey and knock him inot a golden toilet... again I fucking love this job. Our heroes then try ghost bustering him back into the staff and SHeldgoose tries saving him by breaking it.  And it seemingly fails.. new quackmore is restored, Sheldrake’s gone and the town remembered EVERYTHING, cheering at their new heroes and saviors. Sheldgoose finds the staff gone and bemoans his lost master.. and soon looses his presidency as regina strips him of it. With his own powers gone Sheldgoose flees on Leopold, and while Regina tries to take the presdiency for herself.. the girls reveal the document explains if a sheldgoose is absent.. a coot takes his place. And since Donald is the only remaning coot apart from Della and she’s busy actually raising her kids in this continuity apparently, Donald is the new president. While Regina vows to beat him in an election.. our heroes are now happy, with the lawyer from the first episode backing Donald’s claim up. So Donald now has a new job, a new purpose in life, his girlfriend back, which is negiably a good thing, and a new family he dearly loves and tells them as much. Awww. Also he gets the mansion, which our heroes promptly plan to move into. Donald and Daisy fight, of fucking course, our heroes claim roms and Xandra and Jose share a moment. The series gets a truly satsifyign and happy ending.. and a sequel hook as it turns out feldrake is now in sheldgooses body and the tow are going ot have to share it as Sheldgoose has leopold take them to a house with legs.. so the baba yaga then. Sadly we’ll probably never see with this leads.. and this is the end. 

Final Thoughts on the finale two parter: While the first half is a bit weak in the yeti stuff, the rest of it is incredibly strong and Sheldgoose Square Danc,e while having the worst name of the series.. is easily it’s best episode, tying everythign together greatly and being one, tense and epic finale the whole way through. A true masterpiece and a clear sign the series would be even BETTER going forward had it actually been allowed to live and a true shame.. but even with the sequel hooks aside.. it’s still an utterly sastifying, joyous note to go out on and i’m GLAD I saved this one for last, as it provided a great capper for both the series and this retrospective. 

Final thoughts on Legend of the Three Cablleros:

This series.. was excellent. While at first I wasn’t sure it’s rep was warranted, as the first three episodes were good but had flaws and four and five were not great.. everything after that is sublime. The series has it’s flaws, the character devlopment is uneven, the characters can be made into caractures of themselves once in a while and the writing on Daisy is horrid and i’ve said enough on that to last me a lifetime and is easily the worst part of an otherwise fantastic show. But yeah.. as I said OTHERWISE fantastic, as while the daisy stuff is very bad, it’s for the most part in the background of a VERY good show with great voice acting, fun pacing, and beautiful animation.  It’s a loveletter to clasic disney animation, holding tons of mythology gags and refrences and having humphrey as a main character, but with unquie touches like letting the nieces have a starring roll and everything about xandra and sheldgoose. It’s a unique, wonderful and awesome addition to the disney animated canon and deserves a second season or some other sort of revivial. This was a wonderful note to go out on and I’m throughly glad I finally watched it.  So with this the Ride of the Three Cablleros is almost over.. but come back, let’s say next week, for one last party as we count down the top 12 cabs moments and celebrate these happy chappies in matching serapes one last time. Until then.. it’s been a pleasure.. and Kevin.. thank you. 

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