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otakusheep15 · 6 months

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Obey Me Flufftober Day 31

Prompt: Haunted House

Pairing: all (separate) x reader (gender neutral) (platonic Luke)

Word count: 3,321

A/n: You guys voted, and surprise 3 won, meaning I get to write about everyone in a haunted house! I still don't know how I managed to make it through yet another October, but I'm very proud of the work I've done this month. As a reminder, my inbox is almost always open if anyone wants to send in a request. My fandom list is on my pinned post, so if you have any suggestions, feel free to ask!

Lucifer

He is not scared in the slightest, and it's actually very funny to watch. Like, the scare actors try so hard to get him to jump, and it does not work at all.

Lucifer is definitely the type to critique the design of the house. He'll talk about how a decoration is inaccurate or a prop is out of place. Truly a menace indeed.

I feel like he would be so into grilling the details of the house that it would be easy to scare him in this moment. None of the scare actors get him, but if you or one of his brothers sneaks up on him, he will jump. Then he'll deny it ever happened of course.

His main priority is watching over you. If you're scared of haunted houses or if you're just jumpy in general, he'll hide you behind him and threaten any actors who try to scare you. If you're not scared, he still keeps a close eye on you as you run around with the others, though he's a little less protective since you can handle yourself.

None of the scare actors particularly like him because of how he is in the house, but at least he's not as chaotic as his brothers, so he gets a minute pass.

Mammon

Scared, horrified, running away from literally everything.

Poor Mammon would not last two second in a haunted house. He'd be so cocky beforehand, bragging about how brave and cool he is, and then immediately gets scared by a creaky door or something.

Scare actors love him because of how easily frightened he is. Mammon practically jumps ten feet in the air anytime someone jumpscares him.

However, Mammon does have quick reflexes, so he might accidentally punch an actor in the face and get banned for life, so make sure he avoids that.

Regardless of how brave you are in this situation, Mammon is clinging to you for dear life. If you're also a scardy-cat like him, then the two of you cower behind Lucifer the whole time to avoid the jumpscares. If you're braver than him, he'll pretend to be your knight in shining armor to impress you, immediately gets scared, and hides behind you for the rest of the night.

Once getting out, he'll deny ever being scared, but Levi got everything on tape, so no amount of denying will erase it.

Leviathan

You'd think he'd be scared, you you'd be so wrong. This kind of thing is like a paradise to Levi.

He loves all things horror, so haunted houses are definitely his jam. Yeah, he does get jumpscared easily, but that's all part of the fun to him. He loves it when the scare actors manage to get him, and he'll compliment them on how well they're doing before moving on.

If he's allowed to record, you best believe he is vlogging every last detail. Levi def has a Deviltube channel, and he will post the entire thing, including everyone else getting scared.

Levi will absolutely cling to your side the entire time. If you're scared by haunted houses, he might make fun of you a bit for being a normie, but he doesn't mean anything by it. This might actually be one of the few times you'll ever see confident Levi. He'll walk in front of you and tell you when he thinks a scare might come up, as he's pretty good at predicting those sorts of things. If you're also a lover of haunted houses, the two of you are having so much fun. You're so hyped up, running around and trying to find all of the hidden details and scare actors.

Levi's probably one of the best to go to a haunted house with, as he's one of the few who actually understands proper haunted house etiquette, plus he's one of the few who actually enjoys this kind of thing.

Satan

Do not, and I repeat, do not take him to a haunted house ever. It will end in disaster for everyone.

Satan hates being jumpscared. As much as he hates to admit it, he is surprisingly jumpy, so him and haunted houses do not mix. When he gets scared, he gets mad, and Satan mad is never good. He will go on an absolute tear and destroy the whole haunted house.

But, let's assume he wouldn't do such a thing. As long as he doesn't get scared, Satan is pretty good company for a haunted house. He likes exploring all of the different rooms and looking for any hidden details.

If you really wanna have fun, you should take him to a haunted escape room instead. That way, he can focus more on the puzzles and the problem solving and less on the scares.

Satan is also good company if you're afraid of haunted houses. He'll protect you from anything scary, and if he senses a scare is about to happen, he'll hide you so you don't have to see it. However, if you enjoy haunted houses, Satan is content to let you do your own thing while he stays a bit behind. If you're with a group, he prefers to stay in the back and hang out there, but if it's just the two of you, he'll walk behind you while you lead the charge.

Asmodeus

He has a love-hate relationship with haunted houses. On the one hand, Asmo hates being scared. He does not like scary movies, books, games, or any other work of horror. On the other hand, he can appreciate the time and effort put into haunted houses, especially when it comes to wardrobe and makeup. While it may not be his personal style, he loves all of the little details inthe scare actors' costumes and makeup, and will compliment them.

He's another one to vlog his haunted house experience if he's allowed to. Honestly, even if he weren't allowed, he probably would anyway, resulting in him getting kicked out. Playing the influencer card would not help him here.

Asmo does jump easily, but he is also good at recovering quickly in order to save face, so even if he is scared, you barely notice before he's back to his usual self.

If you're jumpy like him, the two of you will hide together. this is especially true when you're in a group because you will be hiding in the middle like a protective shield. If you like haunted houses, Asmo will ramp up the drama and make you into his knight and shining armor. He'll pretend to faint so that you'll catch him, he'll cling to your arm, etc. etc. It's actually quite cute as long as it's something you enjoy as well.

Beelzebub

He's actually a lot of fun in a haunted house. I imagine that a lot of the scare actors would actually be afraid of him considering how intimidated he looks and how he keeps commenting about how edible some of the scenery looks.

Beel is kinda bored since he's hard to scare, but he still enjoys walking around. As long as he has something to snack on, he's good with being in a haunted house for a bit.

If you're going with a group, Beel will kinda become the leader by default since he's big enough to be a shield for some of the jumpers like Mammon and Asmo. If it's just the two of you, he'll stick by you and will hold your hand if you'd like him to.

If you're someone who is easily frightened, he'll protect you. You can stand behind him and cling to his shirt while he guides you through the house. Beel will most likely glare at actors who scare you, but he knows that it's their job, so he doesn't do much more than that.

Conversely, if you're someone who likes haunted houses, he's more than happy to let you lead the way. Watching you get all excited whenever a jumpscare happens makes him smile, and he loves seeing you so happy.

Belphegor

This demon thrives in haunted houses. They are actually his natural habitat, but you didn't hear that from me.

Belphie is also an absolute menace. Scare actors hate him because he makes it his mission to scare them first. He's been kicked out of several haunted houses because of this, but he just keeps going back anyways.

When he's with a group, he'll usually stick towards the back, or he'll have someone carry him so that he can sleep. When he's just with you, he'll either drag along behind you if he's tired, or lead you if he's more awake and interested.

If you're not fond of haunted houses or if you're more jumpy, he'll stay in front of you, but not much more than that. He still laughs when you get scared, but he'll hold your hand for the rest of the way and comfort you when you get outside. He'd apologize for laughing, but he'd do it again the next time anyways. Not out of malice though; that's just how he is.

If you're a fan of haunted houses, you and Belphie have a blast. Just makes sure you keep him from getting kicked out again. You two run around and explore and have the best time. Like Satan, he'd also enjoy a haunted house themed escape room. The three of you hanging out and doing an escape room is the idea hangout.

Diavolo

Absolutely obsessed with haunted houses. Like, this man is having the most fun you've ever seen. He's like a child experiencing his first haunted house, and it's adorable. It's also most likely accurate, as he doesn't get out much and probably hasn't actually experienced one before.

Dia is a major extravert, so he's very good when in a group. He's not very jumpy, and actually laughs when the actors try to scare him, so he's good for leading the charge and protecting everyone else. If it's just the two of you, Diavolo will make sure you're having the most fun you possibly can.

If you dislike haunted houses, Diavolo will make sure you're safe at all times. He'll hide you behind him and keep you away from all possible jumpscares. It's nice to see him so protective, but it's also intimidating to the scare actors, as the last thing they want is to accidentally upset this man or his partner.

If you like haunted houses, then he'll be so excited. He's dragging you around to any and all haunted houses he can find and he's having the time of his life with you. Watching you have fun is also fun for him.

Barbatos

Chaos. Absolute chaos. One scare actor tries to jumpscare him and suddenly they can no longer be found. he denies everything of course, but you know.

Barbatos hates being scared. Can he sense a scare coming from a mile away? Yes. Does he still somehow get scared anyway? Also yes. He actually hates haunted houses, but he'll never let anyone know. He's super good at hiding it, and by hiding it, I mean hiding the bodies of the scare actors he accidentally kills when they scare him just a bit too much.

If you don't like haunted houses, then that's perfect for him. Instead, he'll gladly stand outside with you while your group goes inside. He's definitely the themepark mom who stands outside of all the attractions and holds the bags for everyone, and that's especially true here. please stand outside with him and keep him company. He's actually very embarrassed about it, even if he won't show it.

If you want to go into the haunted house, he'll begrudgingly agree as well. He stays quiet, and you'll never know how scared he is. Like I said, he's great at keeping his fear hidden, and he's also good at predicting jumpscares, but it's one thing to predict a scare and another to be prepared for it.

Please show him some mercy and just let him stay outside. He needs a break, plus it would keep the poor scare actors alive as well, so it's a win-win for everyone.

Simeon

The confused but happy-to-be-there grandpa. He's having a good time, but he doesn't really understand the point of a haunted house. When he gets scared, he jumps then laughs it off and talks about how good the actor got him, and it's actually very cute.

Haunted houses aren't much his scene, but he doesn't mind them. Simeon isn't very jumpy, but he does get scared on occasion if it's a particularly good one. He's also the type to pretend to be scared because he'd feel bad. It's the actor's job after all, so he wants them to succeed. It's actually very adorable.

If you dislike haunted houses, he understands and would gladly stand outside with you if you need. However, if you go in anyways, he'd let you hide behind him. Simeon is a bit chaotic, so he might try to scare you himself, but not too bad. Plus, he'd protect you from the actual scares, so it's not too bad.

If you enjoy haunted houses, Simeon is more than happy to stay behind you while you lead the way. He's not scared, but he'd much rather you take the brunt of the jumpscares so that he can simply enjoy his time with you.

Luke

He tries so hard to be brave, and it does not work at all. Luke would refuse to go in without Simeon with him, and he'd cling to him the entire time. He would also stay with you because he trusts you to keep him safe.

Please keep him away from the brothers. They will make it their mission to scare poor Luke, so keep an eye on them just in case. Also make sure Luke stays somewhere in the middle of the group so that he can avoid as many jumpscares as possible.

Like I said, Luke would try so hard to put on a brave face. He'd march in all tough-looking and would immediately get scared by the opening scare.

Ideally, he would just hang out outside with Barbatos and Simeon, but he'd go in for you. He wants to look tough for you if no one else because he looks up to you so much. This is especially true if you're scared as well, as he wants you to feel like he can protect you as your guardian angel.

However, if you're not scared, he will hide behind you. He tries to convince you he's not scared and that he's just protecting your back, but you both know the truth. Just take pity on him and hype him up so that he gains some confidence.

Solomon

Another menace. He's casting small spells here and there to create extra scares that never existed. He's out here scaring the scare actors because no one knows how that prop got there, meanwhile he's just goofing off. His main targets are Asmo and Barbs since they're his pactmates, but he's an equal opportunist menace, and he will go after anyone.

You're not safe either. You thought that because he loves you that you would be safe, but you're so wrong. He actively targets you more because he loves you. Nothing too major of course, but he is a prankster by nature, and this is no exception. He's out here scaring you more than the actors.

If you're genuinely scared, he won't add onto that too much. Maybe on little prank here and there, but just to make you laugh rather than to scare you.

However, if you enjoy being scared, he is not holding back. Solomon will go all out, and at this point, he's going to put the scare actors out of a job. It's silly, but please tell him to tone it down before he gets banned. Not that he'll care, but still.

Thirteen

Yet another menace. However, she's a nice menace. Thirteen is the type to force someone else to be at the front so that they get the brunt of the scares. She will also fight with Solomon the entire time, but that's how she usually is anyways.

Thirteen isn't jumpy at all, so none of the scares get her. However, she'll sometimes pretend to be scared because she thinks it's fun for her. She also likes to scare the actors back, so she's also one who'll get kicked out of haunted houses for messing with them.

She will bully Mammon for being scared and actively make sure he's even more scared with her own tricks. It's a little mean, but it is also very funny, and the video Levi gets is golden.

If you're easily scared, she will tone it down a bit for your sake. Unlike Solomon, she won't try to scare you at all, instead focusing more on making sure you're okay. If needed, she will stay outside with you, even if she really wants to go inside. She'd do anything to make you comfortable, even at the sacrifice of her own enjoyment.

However, if you're like her, you two will probably get arrested. She will drag you into so many pranks, and it's so much fun. Just make sure you stay away from Lucifer and Barbatos lest they punish you. Also, like I said, you might get arrested or kicked out, but she doesn't care.

Mephistopheles

Surprisingly not scared that much. He might jump a bit, but it's barely a reaction at all. He's actually so bland it's sad. Like, he doesn't get into chaos, but he also isn't jumpy. Mephisto kinda just exists within the group. The most he'll do is make fun of the ones who do get scared, which might end up in a fight, but that's it.

He wouldn't mind hanging out outside with Barbatos, but he'd prefer being inside to stay with Diavolo (simp).

If you were scared, he'd stay by you and let you hold his arm. He hides you when he senses a scare coming on, and if anyone bullies you, he will fight them. It's a sweet gesture, but the extra yelling doesn't help.

If you enjoy being in the house, he's fine letting you go off on your own. He'll look after you from afar, but he won't bother you too much so that you can have your own fun. He'd join you if you want him to, but if not, he'd rather hang back and just enjoy walking through the house.

Raphael

Stoic. Calm. Not scared at all. It's actually the scariest part of this adventure. Like, he shows zero emotion when in the haunted house. No one knows how, but they fear him greatly.

He'd probably prefer to be one of the ones to stay out of the house and hang out at the entrance, but if you want him to go, he will.

He tries his best to keep the group in line, but he fails miserably. It's just him, Lucifer, and Barbatos suffering in silence while the group causes chaos around them.

If you're afraid, he'd gladly stay outside with you. He'd hang out and wait for the group with you and that would make him so happy. However, if you did go in, Raphael is your best protector. He keeps you away from any and all jumpscares and will not let you out of his sight until it's over.

If you're not scared, he'd still go in with you, but he'd be less protective. He would be fine letting you go off and have fun, but he'd still keep an eye on you just to make sure you're staying out of trouble. If he senses you causing chaos, he will step in and tell you to calm down, but he still wants you to have fun, so he tries his best to be lenient.

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ryangosking · 2 years

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The Wager

Summary - You make a bet with Holder...

Warnings - Mentions of smut, dirty talk, descriptions of UTI.

My masterlist is playiing up again, sorry! Here's a link to my last Holder fic Girlfriend

Tagging - @infatuatedjanes @nerdysuperchick @agirllovespancakes @phoenixhalliwell @luxeavenger @xoxabs88xox @undisputed-bucky @infuriatinglyoptimistic @mellxander1993 @runic-belova @hxbbit @marvelousmermaid @sabinemorans @ithinkwehitametaphor @kesskirata

I'm thinking of ditching a tag list, I'm not sure who actually still reads my stuff. Sorry if you didn't want to be tagged.

"There's no such thing as having too much sex." Holder scoffs. He's still in bed, propped up on pillows watching you dress.

"Yeah well, tell that to my sore ladyparts." You wince, pulling up your jeans.

He laughs. "You mean your pussy."

"Yes Stephen, my pussy."

"Your wet, sweet, beautiful pussy." He says slowly, biting his lip.

You chuckle. "If you say so."

"I thought cranberry juice cures it."

"It helps. So does abstinence." You say, searching for your hairbrush.

"Hey, I can't help it if you can't get enough of my BDE." He muses, lifting the sheet.

"BDE?"

"Big dick energy baby!"

You roll your eyes. "That doesn't mean what you think it means. And believe me, I can get enough."

"That's not what you were saying last night." Holder says slyly, raising an eyebrow.

"Well you were kissing my neck, being all handsy..."

"I thought that you liked that?"

"Oh I do. But there's more to a relationship than sex, right?"

Holder shrugs. "Sure, I can go without. Not sure you can though."

"Ha! Don't flatter yourself."

"Okay then, let's make it interesting."

You groan. "I don't like the sound of this. "

"Because you know you'll lose." He laughs.

"Not at all, go on." You sit on the bed. "What are you suggesting?"

"A wager. We do the abstinence thing but the first one to break, in other words - you - pays for a swanky date, a dinner somewhere expensive, with a dress code and everything." He smiles smugly.

"Fine by me, get your credit card ready." You shrug.

"I don't think so sweetheart."

"And we have to spend time together as always, hanging out, watching movies and stuff. But no sex?" You check.

"You got it." He holds his hand out for you to shake, you take it and gasp as he pulls you closer. "You're gonna lose." He whispers.

The doctor had called it 'The Honeymoon Disease' - otherwise known as cystitis. You'd had it before but not this bad.

So you had been taking it easy sex wise, and Holder was gentler with you than usual, but your symptoms still persisted. Unfortunately he was right, you did have a tough time resisting his advances. He just had that effect on you.

Just the previous evening you had been doing the dishes after dinner when he had come up behind you.

"You don't have to do that, baby." He said, softly.

"You made dinner, it's only fair." You conceded, half turning.

He wrapped his arms around you and nuzzled your neck. "I miss you."

"What do you mean, you see me almost every night." You swallowed, struggling to concentrate on rinsing glasses.

"I mean at work, since you transferred." He murmured.

As you and Holder had started dating 'officially' you had transferred from homicide to fraud. Nobody had asked you to, you felt it was just professional courtesy. Besides, he was too much of a distraction.

"I miss when we used to sneak off and fuck. Remember the supply closet?" He said hotly, his hands were inside your sweater now, sliding up your body.

"Stephen..." You sighed, arching your back and dropping a glass into the sink.

"Fucking you up against those shelves, making them rattle....anyone could have walked in."

You could feel his erection pressing against your lower back, your pussy throbbing as he squeezed your breasts and nibbled your neck.

"Let's go to bed." You said, dirty dishes forgotten. But you had paid the price, getting up several times in the night to pee, painfully. The only thing for it was a period of abstinence, hence the wager proposal.

* * * *

When your symptoms are still bad, it's easy to abstain. You and Holder still see each other; going on dates, having dinner, watching movies. In bed you kiss goodnight chastley and he spoons you - it's actually nice. The only time you feel tempted is when there's a particularly hot sex scene in a movie you're watching. It makes you twitch and bite your lip. Sneaking a glance at Holder he looks unflustered, yawning and rubbing his eyes. "What?" He asks.

You smile and shake your head. "Nothing."

* * * *

You're at work when you realise that your symptoms have abated and you call Holder straight away.

"Hey, guess what?" You ask, somewhat gleefully.

"Morning." He chuckles. "What?"

"My symptoms have cleared up, I peed and it didn't hurt!" You crow.

"That's great, congrats sweetie."

"So you want to meet me for lunch? And when I say lunch I mean sex?"

"Oh well I would but..." He trails off.

"But what?"

"The bet still stands babe." He sighs.

"Excuse me?"

"We did not specify a time frame for the bet ending. We just said whoever breaks first."

"But there's no 'breaking' now, I'm better. We can do it."

"Just because we can do it doesn't mean we have to." He says, patronisingly.

"OK fine." You snap. "The bet's still on then."

"Great, I'll come over tonight and we can watch a movie and....cuddle."

"Sound's good." You lie. "See you then."

The little shit.

* * * *

You spend that afternoon writing reports and trying to think of ways to trick Holder into having sex with you. Well, not 'trick' exactly....

True, you could just admit defeat and pay for the flashy night out but it was the principal, dammit. Plus he would just be completely insufferable if he 'won.'

Holder messages you to say he's running late, so when you get home you take a quick shower. Drying off, you think about masturbating before he arrives but would that be considered cheating? You find it hard to believe he hadn't jerked off for two weeks. Then your eyes fall upon one of Holder's hoodies, laundered and folded on a chair. Oh, maybe you'd have to play dirty after all.

* * * *

"Sorry I'm late." Holder sighs loosening his tie. "There was a last minute-"

He pauses in the kitchen doorway and stares at you. You're wearing his hoodie, comfy socks and nothing else, nonchalantly chopping veggies.

"What are you wearing?" He asks, swallowing thickly.

"Oh, I wanted to wear something cosy and warm, you don't mind do you?" You ask, wide eyed.

"No. You'd be a helluva lot warmer if you wore some pants though."

"Laundry day." You shrug with a smile. "Besides, this is enough, it's so nice, soft against my skin."

Holder nods. "Yeah." He mumbles.

"You want a drink?" You ask, bending over and opening the refrigerator. You feel the cold air on your ass and pussy, and hear Holder's sharp intake of breath.

"I know what your doing." He says, taking his jacket off.

"I don't know what you mean." You sigh, standing on tip toes, reaching up for a glass.

He's behind you then, pressing you into the counter.

"Let me." Holder says, grabbing the glass from your fingertips.

"Thanks." You smirk, shivering as the material of his trousers brushes against your bare skin.

"Is this what you want, huh? Walking around with your ass and pussy on display?" He says lowly.

You turn to face him and he takes a step back. "What do YOU want, Stephen?"

His hazel eyes are blazing and when you look down, you can see his dick straining against his pants. Your cunt is aching for him.

He half smiles and rubs his chin. "What do I want? I want to touch you, so fucking much. Feel how wet you are for me. Kiss down your body. Fuck you with my tongue. Feel you coming on my cock, until you're a fucked. Out. Mess. "

You're staring up at him, mouth dry, heart racing.

"But I'm not going to do that, y'know why?" He smiles, leaning down. "Because I don't like to lose."

Unable to take anymore teasing, you grab his tie and pull him down for a kiss. You feel him smirking against your mouth before sliding his fingers into your hair and kissing you back, roughly. Fuck it, you can't help yourself where Holder's concerned.

You reach for his belt buckle and he gives a throaty chuckle. "Don't feel too bad baby, I promise I won't order anything too expensive."

"Honey, you can order anything you want." You murmur, kissing him again.

#stephen holder #stephen holder x female reader

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ambivalent-anarchy · 4 years

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Grey

Gender: Female

Pairing: Peter Parker x morally grey! reader

Warning: None

Saw something on Pinterest and had an idea.

This will be a new storyline. Not a fic, just the one-shots will be connected, though you'll be able to read all of them separate and it still makes sense. You can send requests for this storyline just put 'Peter Parker x grey!reader'

Morally grey- a character who does too much good to fully be bad, but too much bad to fully be good and their motives are unclear.

Hope you like it!

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Peter had been warned against people like her.

She kept him on his toes, always switching sides. She wasn't like the other villains he'd known.

Mysterio, Scorpion, Otto Octavius. They were bad. There was no doubt about it. They'd each brought some turmoil on the world in one form or another.

They needed to be stopped. So Spiderman stopped them. Simple as that.

But [Y/N]. She was different.

"Watch out for the morally grey ones," Mr. Stark had told him early in his superhero career. "They're the confusing ones. The ones ya just can't fully be mad at."

Natasha was much more clear with her approach. "Take my advice, kid," she said. "Don't make it personal. I've seen how you act with your villains.. one like that, where they're so close to being good, yet so far. One like that would kill your spirit."

And it certainly seemed Peter had finally found his match.

"Give it up, [Y/N]! I always catch you!"

He'd been tracking her for weeks now. At first it seemed she was just a common thief. But she was smart. She had skills. She had plans. And well, if you wear a costume, you can't just be some common thief.

"You forget, Spiderman!," she chirped as she ran, a large, bulging bag on her back. "We're twelve to seven! I've been coming up lately!"

Peter rolled his eyes as he hopped into action. "Is this just a game to you?"

"I'm just saying," she laughed. "Gotta give credit where credit is due!"

Peter scoffed as he swung to catch up. "You say that as you hold a bag of hundreds of people's stolen money!"

This was her fifth time this week. Going to rich people's banks and sneaking past the security systems and stealing their money.

For a few weeks, Peter hadn't eaten. He hadn't slept. He was practically going crazy searching for her. Trying to pin an M.O. to make it a bit easier for himself. But she was untraceable. The only thing he'd found out about her was her name. Which basically led to nothing being that she was practically a nobody. The only time he could see her was when she made herself visible.

Today, she'd hit the bank Norman Osborn had been storing sums of his money into. But hardly anyone knew that. She'd done her research and some heavy snooping.

"It's mostly just Osborn today, he'll find a way to bounce back! He always does!," she yelled, jumping to the last building on the block.

She looked around desperately as she felt her chaser getting closer. She was trapped. "Crap," she muttered.

"Gotcha," Peter whispered to himself as he swung to the building she stood on. Once there, he quickly webbed the bag from her back.

Quickly noticing what he was doing, [Y/N] caught it just as he began to snatch it. She kept a tight hold on it and they began to fight for dominance, stuck in their own little game of tug-of-war.

"Let...go!," Peter grunted.

"Not on your life," she shot back, feeling her feet slide on the concrete. She was about to lose.

They both realized it as her feet began to give way and her body became airborne, almost crashing into Peter before he quickly moved out of the way.

"Ugh!"

[Y/N] screamed as her entire back crashed into wall of the building. Looking up, she watched as Spiderman grabbed the bag.

"Oh, hell no," she spat.

Peter smirked as he picked up the bag. "Sorry [Y/N]. But I guess it's thirteen to seven now- AGH!"

He collapsed in an instant, feeling something hard sling across his face. It was too hard to be a fist. And God it hurt like hell.

[Y/N] scowled. "You threw me into a wall!," she screamed as hit her nemesis again and again with the butt of her gun. "You asshole!"

Peter grimaced, attempting to grab hold to her wrists and push her off of him. "Well, I didn't BREAK YOUR NOSE!," he hissed through gritted teeth. Luckily, that was the only thing that felt broken of his.

She continued her brutal attack on his upper body, almost as if she's was trying to put the gun through him before he finally got the upper hand and threw her off.

He moved to try to stand, but he fell back down, an entirely new, different pain aside from his face starting.

[Y/N] propped her head up. "Was that your stomach?," she asked.

Aunt May was out of town, so there was no one to make sure Peter had been taking care of himself, which he hadn't. The last thing he'd prepared was a pop-tart, that was still burning in the toaster in his home as he sat on that building.

[Y/N] stood, rubbing her back to relieve some of the pain she felt that was keen on staying. "Yeah, I'm pretty sure that was your stomach."

Peter scrunched his eyebrows together, confused. Still, he put his fist up to fight, ignoring the heavy and loud rumbling of his stomach.

Rolling her eyes, she threw the gun down. "Well, I'm not gonna fight you now." She moved toward him to pick up the bag he barely had a hold on. Unzipping it and reaching in, she pulled out a few bills and put it in the hand that wasn't pressing his cheek. "Here. Take it."

Peter backed into the wall some more, if that was even possible. "I don't want your dirty money," he protested.

"Well, it's from a rich people bank. It's actually pretty clean," [Y/N] joked before kicking his uninjured leg lightly. "C'mon man, don't be weird just take it, okay?"

"Put the money back in the bag," Peter ordered, making a second attempt to stand. He didn't make it this time either, cursing quietly as he fell back to the ground. Was he hurt or was he just really tired he asked himself.

"You need to eat something."

Peter frowned, wrapping both arms around his grumbling stomach. "You need to mind your own business."

[Y/N] stepped forward slowly, arms held out in front of her, palms up. "You fainted on me last week, remember idiot? And I can hear how hungry you are now." She walked a bit closer, picking up the bills her enemy had thrown on the ground, then looked back up to him. "If you won't take the money, at least let me buy you some food," she bargained.

Peter watched the mixed expressions flicker on her face. Annoyance. Concerned? She sighed, rolling her eyes.

"Look Spiderman, you help everyone. Let someone help you for once. Don't let your pride stop you from taking the help you need to continue saving lives, okay?" She smiled crookedly. "To continue stopping people like me."

Peter stared, mouth agape. "[Y/N], what is this?," he questioned. "You're not nice.. you're rude, a-and you only care about yourself." He winced, shuffling to lay his back on the wall of the building you'd thrown him into moments before.

"Well, I've always preferred 'rough around the edges', but okay," she snickered, rolling her eyes and then looking down at the ground right in front of his feet. This was completely out of her element, but she couldn't help but feel like she was obligated to do it.

"Alright, but.. you hate me," Peter said, looking up to see her completely unreadable face.

She finished stuffing the rest of the money in her bag. "I think you've got me messed up with Doc Oc," she said, wiping off her pants, getting ready to help Spider-man up. "I'm not like most of them, y'know. Us villains aren't all the same. Some of us actually do have some morals."

He watched as she looked around, muttering to herself. If it were anybody else, they wouldn't have heard her. But with his senses, Peter heard her loud and clear.

'God, give me strength.'

She held her hand out to him. "Come on, let me get you outta here, Spider."

Underneath his mask, Peter's frown deepened. "No, I got it... just go, okay?" He still had a hold on the bag with his webs. He was offering her a chance to escape.

"Don't be an idiot, dude," she scolded. "I just pistol-whipped you. Even if you swing, I'm sure all that wind blowing on your cuts and bruises wouldn't be comfortable..."

Peter blew out a breath. He knew she didn't really want this. So why was she so insistent? She was a criminal and he was the hero. Simple as that. Or at least, it's supposed to be.

But now she was helping him? Offering him a meal? He hated to admit it, but at this moment, he preferred criminals like Doc Oc or Green Goblin. At least they didn't confuse him like this.

But she's didn't seem to be going anywhere anytime soon. And he did still need to take the cash she'd stolen. So swallowing his pride, he chuckled. "Um, [Y/N]... look.."

And now they were in the Olive Garden parking lot.

She'd helped clean most of his cuts in her car (his mask only going up to his nose of course).

After he'd had a bit of time to calm down, he turned his face toward her. "So, um, there's no drive-thru?"

The villain scoffed lightly. "Hell no," she responded. "I'm not throwing my whole day off on you. We're movin' on my schedule bucko. And anytime I lose against you, and not get thrown in lockup, I go drink, okay? That cool with you?," you teased. "Or are you gonna tell me how unhealthy that is Mr. Superhero Guy?"

Peter huffed. "Well, you can go eat. But I'm not taking off my mask. I'll stay here."

"And let you steal back my cash? I don't think so," she retorted.

"So what?," he asked, frankly annoyed at this point. "Spider-Man just walks into an Olive Garden with a random girl?"

"Wouldn't be that way if you'd just take off your mask," [Y/N] defended. "Then it'd just be two random people walking into an Olive Garden."

"That's not an option."

Tapping on the dashboard, she groaned. "C'mon, I take my mask off in front of you all the time! You know who I am. Why can't I know who you are?"

"You don't care about keeping your identity a secret because you have nothing to lose. I'm not the same. I want my loved ones to be safe."

"That's implying that I'd hurt someone you love, Spider-Man. I'm not sadistic," [Y/N] corrected.

Peter frowned. "You literally pistol-whipped me about an hour ago."

"And I just spent that last hour nursing your wounds," she shot back.

"Sometimes you go out of your way to beat me up though."

"That's because sometimes you aggravate me," she laughed. "Occasionally, you deserve to get punched in the face."

"Whatever."

It was quiet again.

Until two minutes later Spiderman's stomach growled once again.

"Look dude, we could always pass you off as a overenthusiastic cosplayer?," she offered. "You wouldn't have to take off your mask that way, but you would get weird looks."

For probably the hundredth time since starting his hunt on her, Peter rolled his eyes. "Why do you want me to eat so much anyway?"

"I don't care about you if that's what you're suggesting," she said. "I just don't like people going hungry. And it's obvious you're not taking care of yourself." Her eyes shifted a bit. "And what's the fun in beating you if I'm not beating you at your highest, right?"

Peter chuckled at [Y/N]'s excuse. "Right.."

And now they were sat at a table. [Y/N] in a cute shirt she had in her car and some jeans. Peter still in his Spiderman suit.

Awkward, to say the least.

But the stares from waiters were the least of Peter's worries.

'What am I doing???'

He should've left hours ago. He should've grabbed the money and returned it and taken this girl to jail.

But the more he talked to her, and the way she nursed his wounds without question and gave him some food. It made him think of all the other things he hadn't noticed before.

How she only stole from the rich (which was very bad of course but way better than just taking from everybody). How she never went for kill shots, or even for spots that'd cause heavy injury.

She was a bad guy, yes. But maybe she wasn't a bad guy.

"I'm sorry for that time I shot you, by the way," she spoke in the middle of their meal. "It was meant to just be a warning shot. But you moved and it got your leg. It's been bugging me for a long time. That didn't take too long to heal, did it?"

Peter shook his head as he chewed his food.

"Good," she said. "Also for pistol-whipping you earlier today. I kinda got carried away."

"Yeah, I could tell. It hurts to chew right now," he said.

"Well my back still hurts from being thrown into a wa-"

"Why do you steal?," Peter cut in to ask.

Without any hesitation, [Y/N] responded. "It's just my way."

He frowned. "Just your way?," he repeated. "Haven't you-"

"Don't want a job. Tried them and didn't like them. And there's nothing more schools can teach me. Stealing has the thrill I love and it helps me to get around and, if the opportunity presents itself, to help somebody out."

Peter stared, dumbfounded. So [Y/N] was a good person...who just happened to like stealing? But then that else make her a bad person.

How could one person be so contradictory?

"You are an enigma," Peter marveled.

"Thank you," she replied, taking a sip of her wine.

When it came time to leave, [Y/N] paid and they made their way out of the building, actually laughing together and enjoying themselves.

They made their way back to her car. [Y/N] smiled. "Well, thanks for that, even though I never saw your face the whole time," she giggled. "Wait, does this count as a date? I'm sorta dressed up and you're probably in the best suit you've ever worn." She pinched at a spot of his suit on his shoulder. "Had a semi-fancy dinner-"

Peter held his head back and laughed. "I mean, I guess if you want it to, then it does. But I'm still gonna arrest you if I catch you again."

[Y/N] smirked. "And I'm still gonna steal, so.."

"Right..," Peter sighed. It wasn't like he thought he could actually change her in one night. But someone so insistent on doing a bad thing.

So close, yet so far...

Which made him remember..

"Oh yeah!," he exclaimed as he bursts off running towards the car, leaving a confused [Y/N] behind him.

She didn't get a chance to ask what he was doing before he kicked and busted the tires of her car and broke one of the windows to reach in and steal the bag of money inside.

Jumping onto her car, he pulled his mask up to right above his mouth. "Thanks for the meal! Gotta blast! Remember to stay off the streets!," Peter yelled before he jumped into the air.

Shocked, [Y/N] stood there frozen. "I-i, I-i.... I'M GONNA KILL YOU, SPIDERMAN!!!"

"You say that a lot!," he joked. "I'm beginning to doubt your commitment!"

"Ugh!"

"How'd it go, underoos?," Tony asked early the next morning.

Peter looked up from his computer with a unreadable expression on his face. "Hey Mr. Stark," he started. He furrowed his eyebrows. "I think I met one of those villains you used to talk about. The good but bad ones?"

Tony crossed his arms. "And?"

"I think we're kinda friends..."

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jungshookz · 5 years

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Okay okay let's say college ta Jimin and y/n are studying in his office and he decides that TODAY he will take his shot or whatever. So he says okay today we aren't gonna use jelly beans and then y/n then what and then Jimin is like you'll find out when you finish this chapter and he gives her a kith uwu please

→ pairing: park jimin x reader

→ genre: university!au, ta!jimin!!!!!! the cutest ta in the entire world!!!! FLUFF

→ wordcount: 1.9k

→ note: oh my god i love him :-((((( also u guys get to learn about a real-life exoplanet so my blog is not just a place for entertainment but it is also a place for education!!!!!! jungshookz university bitch!!!!!!!!

(gif isn’t mine!)

“okay, so- tell me about gliese 436 b.” jimin leans in to snap your textbook shut and he can’t help but smile fondly when you push your bottom lip out in a teeny pout “c’mon, i know you know this.”

“you don’t know that i know this.”

“i do know that you know that you know this.”

“but how do you know that i know that you know-“ you pause and try to recollect your thoughts “wait that didn’t seem right-“

“c’mOn get to it tell me about gliese 436 b!!!” jimin reaches over to poke your arm with his pen and you smack his hand away before turning in your seat a little so you can face him

“gliese 436 b is… a neptune sized exoplanet orbiting the red dwarf gliese 436. it has a small, rocky core… the middle layer of it is water compressed into solid form… and the outside layer of it is made of hydrogen and… some kind of gas.” jimin’s eyes flicker up from his notebook and he purses his lips

“what kind of gas?”

you clear your throat

what kind of gas

usually you’re good at finessing your way out of tricky situations

“..,,.laughing gas”

obviously this is not one of those situations

jimin kisses his teeth and shakes his head “that’s another one for me, i guess!”

“waIT-”

he digs his hand into the baggie of gummy bears and pops one into his mouth and you let out a literal whinE because you haven’t gotten a gummy bear at aLL this study session

and jimin does this thing where he like overexaggerates how good the gummy bears are which makes you want them even more

“but i got like most of the facts right!!!!!!”

“i need you to get all of the facts right. and then i’ll see if you deserve a gummy bear or not.”

“that is so not fair. you weren’t like this at the beginning, y’know”

“that’s because you were dumber at the beginning-“

“hey!”

“-and now you’re smarter, so i’ve upped my standards.” jimin peeks into the bag “you better get the next question right because there are only two red gummy bears left and i know they’re your favourite…”

“you wouldn’t dare finish the strawberry ones.” you gawk at him and jimin shrugs innocently

b-buT

you lOVE the strawberry ones

the potential threat of jimin eating all of the strawberry gummy bears lights a fire under your aSS and you sit up attentively

“fine! give me the next question. we’re almost at the end of the chapter anyway.”

jimin flips to the next page in his notebook and he pauses slightly

“if you get this question right… i will reward you with something sweeter than a gummy bear.” he clears his throat and you raise your brow in confusion

“what could possibly be sweeter than a gummy bear?”

“you’ll find out after i finish testing you on this chapter!”

“..,.but we always use gummy bears”

jimin gives you a pointed look and you raise your hands up in defense “alriGht alright fine”

here’s the deal

you n jimin have been hanging out a lot

like a LOT

you’re always coming to see him during office hours and even after office hours

sometimes he waits for you to finish your classes for the day and he treats you to a coffee and a muffin at the little french cafe a few blocks off campus

sometimes he comes n hangs out at your place

the two of you will binge watch something on netflix

order some pizza

somehOW jimin always sneaks in some studying but u don’t mind :-))

you’d say you’re in a pretty comfortable place with him right now

of course

you won’t lie

you still have a huge fat crush on jimin but u will never admit that to him because you think you’d be moRe than humiliated if he found out and was like oOhH yikes u know what i don’t feel that way about you

joon and kook and tae have all tried convincing you to just give in to your feelings and tell jimin about your burning red love that is a billion times hotter than the sun (kook’s words) for him but every time they bring it up you immediately change the subject

you just!!! don’t want to talk about how every time jimin says hi to you your heart skips a beat and how every time he smiles at you little cartoon hearts start bopping around your head and how every time he says your name your stomach flips n flops everywhere

you don’T want to talk about that!!

so for now you’re just having a good time

and you think jimin’s having a good time hanging out with you

at least you hope he is

“describe the orbital characteristics of gliese 436 b.”

okay okay

you know this

you goT this

you narrow your eyes at jimin “is the prize going to be worth me answering this question?”

“that’s for me to know and you to find out.” jimin hums nonchalantly and flips to the next page of his notebook

you let out a breath

orbital characteristics of gliese 436 b

“okay… one orbit around the star takes about two days and 15.5 hours. gliese 436 b’s orbit is likely misaligned with its star’s rotation.” you pause to give yourself a chance to think

your tongue pokes out in concentration as you think hard and jimin uwu’s internally at the sight

he lets out a little sigh and props his elbow up on the desk before leaning on his knuckles

u r a cutie pie :-///

in fact

you are SUCH a cutie pie that jimin has decided that today is the day he’s finally going to make a move and ask u out or do something that implies that he has feelings for you lol

he’s like

98% sure that you like him???

the other day during his lunch break with yoongi

the older boy told him that when he was explaining a question to you he couldn’t help but notice that you kept looking over at the front as if you were waiting for jimin to come over to help you out instead

and because yoongi is naturally kind of a nosy person

one day he just flat out asked you if you thought jimin was cute and that sent you into a panic almost immediately (”well like- i mean, y’know, if you think that type of person is attractive- i guess i- i don’t wanna saY he’s noT cute but like-”)

so yes

yoongi has pretty strong evidence backing up his opinion that you like jimin vERY much

“-to have maintained its eccentricity over time requires that it be accompanied by another planet.”

he concocted this plan a week ago after a particularly late study session

you fell asleep at his desk and since you are a vEry deep sleeper there was no way you were going to wake up to walk all the way back

so jimin planned to piggy back you back to the dorm but your arms kept slipping and you were basically bonELESS and jello-like when he tried to pull you onto his back

and so he ended up having to pick you up bridal style which was fine

and halfway through the walk you nuzzled into the crook of jimin’s neck and told him he’d make a great snuggle buddy (you were half-asleep and super delirious so he’s pretty sure you have no recollection of saying that)

and right then and there jimin swore he could’ve exploded into a trillion stars

maybe he’s 99% sure that you like him

he knows he’s 100% sure that he likes you

so he hopes his plan works

“did i get it???” you wave your hand in front of jimin’s face and he snaps out of it quickly

“what?”

“all the characteristics. did i get them all?” you point to his notebook and jimin looks at the notes he’s scribbled down for this particular question

“uh, yeah! …hey, yeah, you did! look at that! you got them all!!” jimin grins excitedly and you clasp your hands together and bounce up and down in your seat a little

“so! where’s my prize??” you stick your hands out instinctively and jimin shakes his head and reaches out to push your hands back so that they sit on your lap

he sets his notebook aside and wipes his hands on his jeans

jimin clears his throat and shifts in his seat “ya gotta close your eyes for this one”

you purse your lips

huh

“…u gonna stab me?”

“wha- nO i’m not going to stab you you dummy just close your eyes”

“alright but i don’t know if what you have will be beTTer than gummy bears” you tease before closing your eyes

oOH

mAYBE

maybe jimin got you one of those HUGE gummy bears

like the ones you can only order online

you will most definitely devour that in less than an hour if he actually got one for you

and how much are those things anyway??

jimin swallows thickly as he stares at you

the two of you are sitting face to face

all he has to do is lean in and-

okay maybe this isn’t a good idea

what if he’s just crazy and you don’t actually like him like that

shit

well now you’re expecting a prize and he has nothing to give to you

“y/n, i…”

“hEy you better give me my dang prize soon because i’m starting to freak myself out a little here-“ you lean in and place your hands on jimin’s kneecaps before giving them a squeeze

jimin’s eyes widen because you are suddenly a loT closer to him than you were a second ago

“oh thank goD you’re still here.” you snort “for a second i thought you just up and left-“

jimin leans in and presses his lips against yours in a quick little smooch and your eyes immediately pop right open

wha-

oh-

did he just-

dID JIMIN JUST-

DID YOU JUST GET A KISS FROM PARK JIMIN

holy shit

holy SHIT

okokokokaoakoayaoaka calm down

it’s fine

you’re cool

it’s good

we’re chill

JOkakHKJHGDKF

you blink owlishly at him and then u feel your entire face beginning to flaME up

your hands feel like they’re glued on his kneecaps

he totally just-

“did you just kiss me?” you breathe out

the two of you are still centimetres away from each other but no one’s making a move to back off

jimin blinks back at you

“,..,,.i just realised that if u didn’t like that you’re probably going to report me for sexual harassment but let me expLAIN-“

“question.” you hold a finger up to shut jimin up

you don’t seem to be angry so maybe he’s in the clear

“…yes?” he tugs at the collar of his shirt nervously

“would you consider using this technique again? because i.,. suddenly feel very motivated to read like ten more chapters.”

“would you accept this technique over gummy bears?”

“…we gon have to talk ‘bout that one.”

(spoiler alert jimin ends up using the kith technique anD the gummy bears to motivate you and you’ve never studied harder in your entire life)

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Steve looked at Bucky knowingly. That's not the only thing you're a slut for, Steve thought. He smirked and decided to tell bucky just to see what he'll do. Bucky's ears turns red and he smack Steve on his arm which Steve only laughed about. Sam turned to them and asked "what's so funny?" Only for Steve to stop and looked at Bucky who in return gave him the 'don't you fucking dare or I'll kill you' glare. He looked back at sam smiled and said, "Sorry I can't tell you, my hands are tied." Sam looked over at Bucky for answers,but Bucky only averted his eyes away from him. Sam saw his ears were a little red,but didn't say anything. He just wanted to get back to bed.

Sam looked at the list in his hand and headed for the next aisle. He looked and found it them: Coco puffs, FruitLoops, and Cheerios all lined up beside one another. Except, they were all on the top shelf and pushed back. Sam groaned, this was just what he needed a delay in his time getting home. He looked at the guys and said, "Alright here's what we gonna do. Steve get on Bucky's shoulders and grab the coco puffs, Cheerios and the fruit loops. I'll be here... to... keep you guys steady." Steve said," Or we could rock paper scissors and the loser has to get it themselves." Sam rolled his eyes but got ready to play.

"I know you guys cheated, so come and help me." Sam said as he tried to get the cereals. He's been trying to get the cereals for 5minutes now and it's been hilarious. Steve recorded him a little with tears in his eyes and posted it to Facebook. While Bucky thought this was so bad for his heart watching Sam's shirt roll up and seeing his lower back muscles and his smooth,soft looking skin. Bucky thought about cuddling him, both of them shirtless sneaking kisses while watching a movie.... "Bucky! Hello! Are you listening to me?" "Huh?" Sam rolled his eyes "I said, can you give me a boost." "Oh yeah, sure!" Bucky put his hands together and squatted allowing Sam to place his foot in his hand and hoist him up. Life is so cruel, why me to torture today why! Bucky thought as his face was really close to Sam's ass.

Bucky gulped and heard Steve snickering. Steve was taking a picture while trying not to laugh at his best friend's struggles and sent them to the team making sure not to send it to Sam. Sam got the cereals and thanked Bucky. "Alright the last things we need is...toilet paper and we are outta here!" As they walked Bucky stared at Sam's ass until Steve bumped him with his arm.

When they got in the car, Steve announced he had forgot to get something and went back inside. A few minutes ago, Steve walked beside Bucky holding some grocceries while Sam was ahead of them with groceries too. "U need to tell him, Sam will never know unless you do and if you think about it, you're keeping yourself from being in a relastionship by not at least trying to start it." So here he was sitting in the back seat while Sam was in the driver seat scrolling through ticktok. "Haha! Buck sit up here and look at this man. Come on hurry up." Bucky got in the front and looked at the video and laughed along with Sam. While Sam continued to scroll where Bucky could still see the screen, he couldn't help but focus on sams cute, smiling face. Sam looked at Barnes and smiled which made Bucky's heart stop beating. "Why are you starting at me Barnes? I know is it because I'm such a masterpiece right? Haha." Bucky's ears turned red, "W-well, I mean yeah you are wilson." Sam looked at barnes shocked that he agreed with him. Usually he will say something smartassy.

"Well ,ya know, you are very handsome and you have a contagious smile. A Heart-lifting laugh and a amazing, stubborn personality. And I can say more,but I'll be here for days naming everything that makes me swoon over you. I guess, I'm trying to say, I have a crush on you, wilson." Bucky didn't look at Sam while saying this, but got out of the car as soon as he confessed. He propped himself on the trunk of the car and waited for steve while telling himself he's such an idiot he's gonna hate me now why did I say that God please send a lightning bolt and strike me. He felt so embarrassed, he didn't mean to confess! When he saw Steve come out of the grocery store, he saw Steve's smile turn into a frown of concern. When he reached the car, Bucky told him he confessed to sam and got into the backseat again. Steve didn't think Bucky would actually tell him while they were shopping, but it is what it is.

The car ride home was extremely awkward and quiet. Steve looked back at Bucky and saw Bucky was completely red face. He was trying his absolute best to hide it with his coat by scrunching up into it. When they arrived at the tower and got into the elevator with the groceries Sam told buck that he wanted to talk to him and to meet him on the roof. Bucky looked over at steve and Steve looked at him and shrugged. They got off and headed to the kitchen, after a few minutes, they had put everything away. Sam walked out heading to the roof and Bucky followed.

Bucky climbed the stairs slowly and tried to will himself to calm his racing heart. When he got there, Sam was sitting down on a bench facing the city. Bucky closed his eyes took a deep breath and walked toward him.He sat down on the bench looking at the city. For awhile they didn't say anything, they just watched the city hustle and bustle below them. It was calming and the awkwardness was drowned out by horns and sirens. Sam opened his mouth slowly as if trying to find the right words before he spoke. "How long have you like me in a.... romantic way?" Bucky cleared his throat trying to get the lump out. "A few months, it started when you was drunk and kissed me at the New Years Eve party." Sam looked at him then. "i don't remember kissing anyone?" Bucky rolled his eyes,"Of course not, you was so drunk every 10 minutes you would say happy New Year and kiss whoever is closes to you on the cheek." He chuckled and Sam chuckled too knowing he has done that in the past.

"I was sitting at the bar" bucky said."talking to Steve when u sat down beside me and leaned on me heavily. I tried to tell you to I'll help you to your room. When I had gotten your arm around my shoulder, the ball dropped and everyone screamed happy New year! Poppers and cheering filled the air. I told you happy New year and you stopped walking and grabbed my face and smashed our lips together. I was shocked, my heart was racing and you just stood there smiling at me and slured happy New year and stumbled to your room. Ever since then I've... I just seen you in a different way. I'm sorry I'm making you uncomfortable. We can pretend this never happened an-." Sam grabbed his metal hand which made Bucky stop talking. The words hitched in his throat; Bucky looked at Sam in his eyes and waited for him to say something. "You'll have to go slow with me I'm not use to dating a guy." Sam smiled sheepishly and Bucky scooted a little closer to sam holding his hand while he continued. " In the car... I thought about what you said and I started thinking well you are a chill and loving guy, a sweet, stubborn, handsome, gentlemen. When I thought of being with you, I didn't feel.... ashamed. So if you want, we can start slowly in this relationship." Bucky had a huge smile on his face " We can go as slow as you like.... Can I call you sweetheart or babe?" Yeah..babe." hearing Sam say that Bucky melts and he realized he is so whipped for this man. Sam lifted there intertwined hand and kissed Bucky's metal hand. He shyly smiled at buck and Bucky only beamed at him and kissed his hand in return which made Sam's heart skip a beat. They stayed up there talking and when they got up and walked down to the living room. By now, Sam knew that everyone knew buck had confessed to him. So there was no reason in hiding their relationship.

The team sat their looking at their intertwined hands and congratulated them on getting together."About time, I got tired of Bucky telling me how hot you look today" Steve said. "Now he can stop daydreaming, hallelujah." said Clint. Natasha said amen. The team chuckled and Bucky stood there with a red face still holding Sam's hand."We are going slow right now." Sam looked at Bucky and smiled showing him he's happy with the decision they made. Bucky smiled back I can mark off my new years resolution he thought.

#sam wilson #james buchanan barnes #buckysam #sambucky #winterfalcon #fanfiction #avengers #steve rogers #storytelling #new year

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ellanainthetardis · 7 years

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I'm throwing this at you know, bc I know you'll give me the feels ;P Imagine a pre-THG situation with an anti-capitol attack after a Games party and Haymitch throwing himself in the line for Effie. I leave the rest to you ;)

Here you go! Some angst for you :p [X]

Stupid Reflex

“What’s the delay?” Haymitch grumbled, shiftingin his seat.

Sitting on those stone benches that formed theCity Circle was never comfortable, even in the VIP area. As it was they hadbeen waiting for the Parade to start for a good fifteen minutes now.

Effie checked her watch for the third timebetween two cheerful waves at another escort or Gamemaker. That was the thingabout the Parade… Everyone had toattend. Mentors, escorts, Gamemakers, stylists… The red carpet before theactual parade was always long and the place was crowded.

“I do notknow. We will be completely offschedule!” she admitted without departing from her smiles.

The stylists had yet to join them and theyweren’t the only team missing them. One and Two had theirs, Six and Ten toofrom what he could see… Everyone else was fidgeting on their seats, regularlycalling out to their escort or one of the Gamemakers to ask what was going on.

It had only been fifteen minutes but thosethings were usually down to the minute and he didn’t really like the obviouspatrols of Peacekeepers. In the city, Peacekeepers tended to remain in theshadow. They were there to protect not enforceunlike in the Districts. Right then though…

“I don’t like this, sweetheart…” he said, dreadcoiling in his stomach.

He wasn’t the only victor who seemed to benervous.

He caught Chaff’s eyes over the crowd and hisfriend’s face was somber.

He was about to tell Effie to stay where shewas while he sneaked down to see if someone had some information when the firstshot resonated in the Circle.

There was a second of utter stillness and thenHead Gamemaker Torello fell down and someone screamed.

Another shot and Five’s escort collapsed.

This time, everyone started screaming andrunning at the same time and it was chaos. Peacekeepers shouted instructionsthat weren’t listened to, gunshots kept booming…

Before he paused to think, Haymitch grabbedEffie’s arm and urged her toward the closest safe place he could think of: theCenter. It was chaos though, the crowd closed on them, a few people fell andwere stomped over…

Effie almost lost her footing once but he kepther up on her feet.

“Don’t go down!” he shouted. “Whatever you do,don’t…”

Someone was shot dead right next to him and thecrowd scattered. Haymitch cursed and pushed Effie toward a statue of Snow –that he would go there for cover was irony at its finest. Peacekeepers wereshooting back but there must have been more than one attacker because peoplewere dropping left and right. Not justpeople, he realized quickly, but Gamemakersand escorts…

He caught the reflection of the sun againstsomething shiny on his left and barely had time to put himself in front ofEffie. The bullet caught him in the upper chest and he would have fallen if shehadn’t caught him and half-carried him. They collapsed on the ground behind thelarge base of the statue.

“Oh my God! Oh my God!” she kept muttering, fattears rolling down her cheeks, ruining her make-up. He felt her hands roamingon his chest – not in the way he liked – tearing his shirt open… “Haymitch… Haymitch, I don’t know what to do! Stay awake! Stay…I don’t know what to do!”

She didn’t know what to do with the bloodquickly leaving his body. She had propped him against the stone of the statueand he spared a look down, a bit dazed. Notgood. Not good at all.

“Pressure.” he hissed.

“Oh! Oh, yes!”she hiccupped. She tore a generous amount of fabric from her dress and pressedit against the wound.

“Harder.” he breathed out.

It wouldn’t stop it though. He was pretty sureit was bad. Possibly dying bad.

“That is what you say every time.” she laughedand it sounded hysterical. “I do not think you will be able to take it hard anytime soon. Why, you might have to deal with vanilla for a while…”

“Vanilla’s good.” he mumbled. “You can go ontop too.”

“You are too generous.” she deadpanned, lookingleft and right with obvious despair. “Help will come. I… I am certain Peacekeepers will come any minute.”

He could still hear gunshots in the distancethough. Whoever those people were, they had come prepared.

They were sitting ducks there.

“Took a bullet for you.” he muttered.

“Yes. And it was very foolish.” she snapped, wiping her eyes on her forearm. Shelost a fake eyelash in the process. The hand that was pressing fabric on hischest was shaking. “I am grateful but it was very foolish.”

“Need to get away.” he forced himself to say.It hurt to talk and his sight was blacking out. It hurt to breathe. “Get out.”The Circle was a deadly trap. Perfect place for an ambush. “Not the Center.Streets… Away…”

They would shoot anyone trying for the Centerright then. If she could reach the narrow streets though…

“You are too heavy for me to carry, Haymitch.”she retorted. “We will never make it.”

He shook his head, blindly feeling around forthe hand on his chest. “Alone.”

She looked puzzled until understanding dawnedon her face. “Like hell!”

She was terrified. It was so obvious that shewas terrified… And she should have been.She had no business standing in the middle of a gun fight.

“Dying.” he said.

“Certainly not!” she huffed. “I forbade it.” A steady string of gunshotsechoed nearby and she startled badly, letting out a small whimper as her eyes dartedaround, looking for… Relief washed over her face and he wanted to know what hadmade her so happy but he couldn’t look away. His grip slackened on her wristand his hand fell flat in the dust. He focused on her face because it was theonly thing that seemed to matter at that moment. She looked like a washed-outpainting. Colors running down her cheeks. “He has been shot.” she explained.“Please, I…”

She was pushed aside rather brutally and astronger hand pressed on his chest, tearing a pained moan from his throat.

“Taking a bullet for her? Really, buddy? Really?”Eleven’s victor spat, clearly nothappy with him. “I swear, Haymitch, Iswear, if you die because of that woman, I’m gonna bring you back to killyou myself.” Chaff made a face. “And if you get me killed for her, I will be very pissed. Very, very pissed.”

He tried to answer but the only thing thatpassed his lips was an incoherent sound. He could hear Effie sobbing quietly nextto him.

“Stop crying.” Chaff ordered harshly. “This isa fucking mess. We need to get him tothe Center.” Haymitch tried to protest but his friend just waved his stump inthe air. “Yeah. I know. But someone’sbeen stupid enough to get himself shot so we need help.” He heard fabric tearing, more stuff was pressed against hischest… “Listen to me, Trinket. We’re gonna run and you’re not gonna look back,alright? Whatever you see or hear, you run straight for that door and you praythey open it for us.”

“Haymitch…” Effie protested.

“I’ve got him. You just go and try not getyourself killed.” Eleven’s victor grumbled. “Clearly, he wants you alive.”

The moment Chaff hauled him up over hisshoulder, Haymitch’s sight went black.

He woke up feeling sluggish, blinking up atharsh lights on a white ceiling.

“Haymitch?” Effie’s voice called softly. Shecradled his hand in hers, he felt her lips on his skin… “The doctor said youmight be a little disoriented… Do notpanic. You had surgery. I am right here and… I won’t leave you alone. You are safe and…” Her voice broke. He wouldhave loved to ask what the fuck wasgoing on – surgery for what? – but he felt himself going under again. “I amstaying right here. I promise.”

It wasn’t that bad, then.

He trusted her to keep him safe.

The next time he woke up, the pain wasimpossible to ignore. It wasn’t as crushing as he felt it should probably be,thanks in part to the drugs that made his mind a little slow.

“Did I get shot?” he muttered before he evenopened his eyes, half hoping the whole thing was a drunk delirium.

“You will recover just fine.” Effie answered,sounding weak and tired. He wondered how long she had been sitting there. “Itwas… It was serious. They told me…You flatlined twice during surgery, they had to… You died. You…” He opened his eyes to find her crying silently, herface bare of make-up, her eyes red and puffy… The pink wig was still on herhead and she was still wearing the torn dress. “Haymitch…”

He reached for her face and missed his mark bya few inches but she brought his hand to her cheek and leaned into it, clearlygiving up on trying to look collected. She sobbed and sobbed and he couldn’t doa thing because the smallest move made his body hurt.

This wasn’t clever, he realized, not clever at all. They had both showed their handsthere.

The door opened and Chaff walked in with asteaming cup of… something. Hescowled a little when he saw the state Effie was in but simply closed the doorbehind him without commenting, turning his attention to Haymitch. “Good to seeyou awake. And, you know, not dead.”

“Thanks.” he snorted and immediately regrettedit because that hurt. He waited for Effie to stand up and pretend everythingwas fine with her but she just sat there, slumped and defeated like he hadnever seen her, clinging to his hand like it was a lifeline. He let go of herface and their fingers fell on the mattress next to his hip. “The fuck were those people?”

“Rebels.” Chaff explained, handing the cup toEffie. It took a few seconds before she reached for it and his friend didn’tlook impressed with her. “Look, he’s awake, he’s obviously fine… Go back to thepenthouse, take a shower, sleep for a few hours… It’s getting ridiculous,love.”

“I am fine.” she denied. “Thank you for thecoffee.”

“It’s been three days.” Eleven’s victorinsisted.

Effie ignored him, taking a sip of the steamingcup of coffee and staring at their entwined fingers.

“Rebels?” Haymitch prompted because the wholething was awkward and he was too tired to care about it.

“Yeah.” Chaff nodded, lips pursed and stillglaring at Twelve’s escort. “Anti-Games. Anti-Capitols.”

“The tributes?” he asked.

“They’ve been moved to the Center. The Gameshave been postponed until…” Eleven’s victor shrugged. “Those guys got a fewGamemakers, a couple of escorts and three victors including you. It’s gonnatake a couple of weeks to reorganize everything and replace everyone.” Chaff’sgaze hardened. “Now, buddy… Do we talk about the elephant in the room or what?What the fuck did you think you weredoing?”

He scowled, automatically squeezing Effie’sfingers. “Fuck off, Chaff.”

“Classy.” his friend scoffed. “Not like Irisked my neck for yours.”

“Didn’t ask you to.” he retorted.

“Sure, you didn’t.” Chaff snapped. “You just went and got shot for a…”

“Careful.” he advised in a growl.

“Enough!”Effie cut in, clearly losing her temper. He waited for the rant but it didn’tcame. She just brought the cup of coffee to her forehead and closed her eyes.“Enough.” she repeated in a softer tone. “It doesn’t mean anything. It was areflex. Wasn’t it, Haymitch? I was right next to you and you saw the gun… Itwas instinctive. It does not meanmore than that.”

Her blue eyes looked straight into his, almostbegging him to play along with her.

They both knew better, he figured, but…

“Yeah.” he agreed. “Just a stupid reflex. Notlike I would die for you or something.”

A small smile briefly stretched her lips andshe turned her tired gaze to Chaff. “See? It was just a stupid reflex. It is what he will tell Caesar when he asks.”

Haymitch frowned. “Why would Caesar asks?”

“Oh, I don’t know…” Chaff sneered. “’Cause you got shot for your escort and a lotof people saw it? ‘Cause Trinket hasbeen haunting the Games Clinic for three days in that state?” He waved his stump at the escort. “How you’re gonnaexplain that, love?”

“I am grateful he saved my life and, while wehave our arguments, Haymitch and I have been colleagues for a long time and thus are friends.” she replied. “This isPR, Chaff. I excel at it. There is not a story I cannot spin.”

“It ain’t the audience you’re gonna have toconvince.” Eleven’s victor spat. “You’ve been stupid. Both of you.” He pointed his stump at Haymitch. “I look atyou and you know what I see? I see a guy who’s so in love with that woman hejumps ahead of bullets without thinking twice for his own safety. You sawanother victor grabbing their escort like you did? Don’t think so.” He pointedhis stump at Effie. “I look at youand I see a lovesick desperate woman who almost lost the love of her life.”Haymitch opened his mouth but Chaff didn’t let him say anything. “That’s what you fucking look like. Andif you think Snow’s stupid enough to buy your friendship story or even the fuckbuddies thing you’ve got going on… Don’t bother trying to deny it, Trinket,we’re past that point now.” Effie glared at him but remained silent. Haymitch’sbest friend shook his head. “Smartest thing to do for everyone involved is foryou to quit and for you to… Forget about her. Unless you think she’s worthbecoming their bitch. In that case,be my guest. But you better be verysure, Haymitch, ‘cause once you go there, the only way you’re getting out iswith one of you in a coffin.”

Chaff stormed out on that ominous statement.

They both remained silent after the door hadslammed on his back.

“To be honest, he might be right but I cannotreally bring myself to care right now.” Effie declared eventually. “I can get the speculations under controlthough. And Brutus did get Valeria tothe Center so his claim that you are the only victor who tried to help theirescort is ridiculous. There must have been others.”

“He’s fuckingher.” he pointed out.

“Irrelevant.” she dismissed. “I am not quittingand you are not… You are not forgetting aboutme. We will deal with this. I do believePresident Snow has more important worries at the moment than finding out if youand I are more involved than we claim. Not that we are.” She hurried in adding the last part when she saw his wince.“We have lost our Head Gamemaker, people are in no mood to watch the Games afterthis, the security breach alone is flabbergasting… Trust me, he has more urgentproblems than us.”

He knew Chaff had a point.

He knew.

But he also had taken a bullet in the chest nottoo long ago and he was tired and in pain and her solution seemed like theeasiest one.

“Fine.” he agreed, his thumb stroking the backof her hand once. “But I’m okay now. Go back to the penthouse, get some restand then go out there and get on top of the story.”

She pouted but eventually nodded, finishing hercoffee in a few long gulps.

“Thank you.” she said quietly. “For saving mylife.”

“Stupid reflex.” he smirked.

She snorted and leaned forward to press a kisson his lips, danger of being discovered be damned.

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