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creative-caramel-coffee · 11 months

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Seldom Self-care Sickness

Prompt: Hopelessly Bad at Self-Care

Pairings: Wandanat x R

Word count: 1.4K

Summary: you were pretty bad at looking after yourself when It came to getting work done. So much so you made yourself sick. But your girls love you all the same.

TW: fever, Flu, non-sexual nudity, implied sexual joke (just one), slight angst, traumatic past (mentioned)

A/N i feel like all my fics are kinda the same thing… im considering opening up requests once i figure out how to…

“honey your going to get sick if you don’t take breaks. love your working yourself into the ground.” Wanda cooed. you brushed the hair from your eyes and went back to work, huffing slightly.

“your probably worse than nat, my love, take a break and we can cuddle.” Wanda tried again.

nat huffed “shes defiantly worse than me at least i take breaks every once in a while.” Wanda shot nat a glare and she went back to typing out her mission report.

you knew they were right, you hadn’t slept or eaten or even stopped to pee lately. work was all you could think about. with the last mission you went on failing you felt the need to prove yourself. after hydra you had always had issues with self worth and work ethic. mainly you didn’t feel you had any. your worked yourself to the bone until your girls picked up the pieces, which they didn’t mind, after all they loved you. you had grown up on the ideology that in order to be valuable and loved you had to earn your keep. of course even a whole year after your rescue the things they taught you were hard to shake off.

“‘m fine wands i need to get this done anyway.” you sighed when she began massaging your shoulders feeling the pent up stress you held in your neck and back. you let your eyes drift shut for a second revealing in the idea of a break before they snapped open and you went back to work. Wanda sighed heavily and retreated back to the bedc to snuggle into nat. every once in a while she shot you a sad look but you huffed and continued writing out the reports.

“baby i brought you some water for a reason. you may want to work but you do need to drink.” Wanda cooed, and you placed down the pen with a bang, emptying the glass while holding Wanda’s eyes the whole time. you wiped you hand over the back of your mouth, replaced the glass on the table and picked up the pen again. Wanda sighed knowing you had at least had some water now which she supposed was better than nothing at all.

she had just began to doze off against Nat’s thigh when a sneeze startled her awake. you grinned sheepishly and waved a hand.

“Pollen count.” you said dismissively and Wanda shot a pointed look at the closed window.

“baby-“

“I need to work.” you cut her off.

“what you really need is to rest.” nat said without looking up from her own report.

“why don’t you harass Natasha for a bit Wanda.” you huffed the room feeling uncomfortably warm.

“because i know when to stop, unlike you.” nat shot back without any malice.

Wanda sighed and began to lazily trace patterns on Nat’s thigh which shivered under her touch. slowly she began to fall asleep again. only to, once again be woken by a sneeze. followed by another three. when you had stopped Wanda raised an eyebrow. she stood up wand walked over to your desk. hands on her hips. “right thats enough, come to bed or i’ll make you, your going to get sick one way or the other now and i don’t need you to be writing nonsense with a high fever.” upon closer look she saw the slight shaking you body was doing, open betrayal.

“right.” Wanda said sounding frustrated at your lack of response. swiftly she laid the back of her palm on your forehead before you could react she tutted.

you moaned at the feeling of cool skin against your fevered face, which felt like a fire was brewing. under your skin.

Wanda’s eyes went wide “baby.” she scolded “you have a fever, no wonder you don’t feel good.” she sighed using her hand to draw the sweaty hair from your face. her fingers tangling in the knots.

nat appeared by her side. she put one hand under your knees and another on your back as she scooped you up bridal style. she was concerned at your lack of protests as she did so and shot Wanda a worried look that was quickly returned. how had you gotten sick so fast? carefully Natasha deposited you on the bed and Wanda went to find a thermometer.

Nat brushed the hair from your face and your eyes fluttered shut in content.

“honey, you need to look after yourself better” she cooed her fingers carding your hair backwards.

“alright.” Wanda said reappearing with a small thermometer. “open” she said tapping a finger on your jaw. you glared but complied.

“good girl.” Wanda said using a finger to close your still open mouth after she slipped it under your tongue.

Wanda hummed and rummaged through the cupboards to find some medicine. “just in case your fevers high we might give you some medicine or even a shower.” your eyes lit up making her chuckle

“not that kind of shower my sweet. save that for when your better.” she winked. you slumped against Nat’s shoulder.

“aww your too cute when you pout baby.” she cooed. the thermometer beeped and she carefully took it out when you faced her. holding it away from you and Nat she read off the number.

“102.7” she said frowning at it. “baby thats too high.” she sighed.

“love you go start the shower and i’ll bring her in when your ready.” nat said as if you weren’t there. which in some ways you weren’t, your eyes had taken a glossy effect as you stared into space. but at the word shower you began squirming in Nat’s lap.

“shh shhh shhh” she cooed in your ear. “it’ll be ok, Wanda and I will be with you the whole time.” you knew from past experience how much a fever shower sucked and were under no compulsion to have another. nat scooped you up as Wanda called from the bathroom, the sound of running water coming through the door. you stopped wriggling in Nat’s arms and succumbed to your torture. going limo as nat shot you a sad look as if she felt sorry for you and you began pouting again.

“shh bubs its alright”

carefully she peel off your sweat soaked clothes and passed your shaking form to Wanda who set your feel down and pulled you flush to her front.

“aww its ok my sweet.” she cooed, running her hands through your wet hair. after a few minutes the shaking was less and Wanda was satisfied you weren’t as warm anymore, they helped you out of the shower. you were still clinging to Wanda while Nat dried you off with a fluffy towel. she helped you step into a pair of fluffy pj pants and into one of Wanda’s shirts. after you were dressed Nat carried you back to the bed so Wanda could get dressed herself.

carefully she set you down and pulled the thermometer out of the draw where Wanda had stashed it earlier.

“open up bubs.” she cooed and you did so with sad eyes.

you were nestled in a mountain of pillows when Wanda remerged and you made grabby hands for her. nat was laid by one side and Wanda by the other, you placed your cheek on her thigh and after a second your eyes drifted shut.

the beep surprised you and you felt Wanda’s fingers remove the stick from your mouth. she looked down at it and sighed.

“101.2 better but still not good.” Wanda looked at Nat who gestured to you, who was half asleep and struggling to keep your eyes open against Wanda’s thigh. you would close them before opening them suddenly only to blink for a few seconds before they slide shut again.

“go to sleep my love. we’ll be here. we’ll keep you safe.” Wanda cooed as Nat ran her hands through your damp hair.

the feeling of her fingers on your scalp drew you to sleep and soon the girls smiled at the soft snores they could hear coming from their tired and sick girlfriend.

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smellslikemultifandomimagines · 3 years

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Can you do a full length smut with Jason where the girl is like a green witch/ has powers like poison ivy (maybe a little sex pollen 🥵🥵). Lots of hair pulling and biting. Thanks babe 😘✌️

pairing: Jason Todd x fem!reader

warnings: filthy smut lol → consensual sex (just letting y’all know for the purpose of the sex spell mentioned), unprotected sex, oral (male and female), fingering, hair pulling, biting, rough smut. Not proof read but watch me edit this on a random 3am Monday night or some shit lmao.

word count: 2.3k

a/n: ahh so sorry this took so long for me to post!

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You didn’t mean to cast a sex spell. You’d cross your heart and take an oath of truth to that. You were simply trying out spells when Jason barges into your room, causing you to say the wrong word and cast a sex spell for the both of you. At first Jason didn’t really know what was happening. He simply went back to his room and had a strong urge to get off, as did you.

You and him had a strange relationship. Though it wasn’t a strong one, you both definitely had some underlying sexual tensions. And unfortunately for you, and maybe him too, this spell was made to act upon those tensions.

The ache between you thighs was getting stronger, leaving you no choice but to try and relieve yourself. But nothing worked. You rode your pillow. Nothing. Fingered yourself. Nothing. You even tried the vibrator you had hidden in the back of your closet. Nope, not even that worked. The spell required the people it was casted upon to have sex.

After about an hour, a knock is heard at your door. Your thighs and hands ached from how hard you’ve been trying to get off, causing them to both shake when you pull on a pair of shorts to be at least have decent. Jason. Of course.

“Hey, uh, can we talk?”

You step aside and let Jason in. He’s wearing nothing but his sweatpants and an obvious boner can be seen.

“If it’s about that spell, I’m so sorry, I-” his lips connect with yours, instantly shutting you up. This - this is what you needed. He backs you against the door, arms coming up to the door to trap you between it and his body.

“hope this is okay. I couldn’t help but listen to you moaning before,” he murmurs against your lips. You pull back and unclasp your bra, causing it to fall on the ground.

“god, it’s more than okay,” you mumble back, trailing kisses up his neck. He groans and parts your thighs with his knee. You can’t help but grind against his knee, both of you sighing in some sort of relief. You push Jason back and lead him to the bed, where he pushes you down and sits in between your legs. Bringing a leg up to his shoulders, he kisses all the way to your inner thighs. Jason teases the fabric of your panties before twisting them around his fingers and yanks them down. He lets out a groan at the sight of your wet pussy; something he had an embarrassing amount of dreams about. Leaning up on your elbows, you work to pull his sweatpants down.

“I got it,” he chuckles and swiftly shuffles out of them, along with his boxers. “Are you sure this is okay, I mean-”

“Jason,” you giggle, cupping his cheek. “It’s okay. Besides, the spell’s not gonna wear off any time soon.”

Jason’s fingers run up and down your naked body; wanting to feel every inch of your soft skin, every goosebump that appeared under his touch, and to feel the way your nipples perks up as he runs his thumb over them gently. He leans down, lapping on your nipples with his tongue, causing a whine to erupt from your body. It felt like setting fire to a gasoline trail; though it didn’t hurt, the teasing and gentlest of his touch was making your body ache and burn for him. He shifts over to your other breast, moving his hand up to your throat and applying just the right amount of pressure.

“Jason, please touch me. It hurts,” the whine, bucking your hips up towards his. He chuckles and grinds his length along your folds. His cock twitched, causing him to groan out in slight pain. Jason’s hand reaches in between your bodies and rubs circles on your clit in a way that makes you moan. Your hand tangle in his hair, pulling harshly as he gently slaps your pussy.

“Jason,” you whine, dragging out his name. Without warning, he thrusts his fingers into your pussy. His movements are slow at first, but with each thrust, he gradually picks up the speed. Your hips rock to match the rhythm of his fingers, you moans loud as you beg for more.

You flip him over and crawl up his body. He smirks as he figures out what you’re about to do. He hands wrap around your thighs, pulling you down onto his mouth before he begins to absolutely devour you. His tongue lapping over your folds feverishly as you moan softly. You lean back and place your hands just beside his torso on the bed to balance yourself.

“J...” you breathe out, grinding your clit against his tongue rapidly. Your moans grow louder and you hands clasp over your mouth, not wanting to be too loud as Rachel and Gar’s rooms are just across the hall. Jason looks up at the gorgeous sight above him, and moves your hand away to replace it with his fingers. You suck on them to muffle your moans as he begins sucking harshly on your clit. You wanted nothing more than to scream out from how good it felt. Your teeth clamp down gently on his fingers as his tongue flicks against your clit. You always imagined how his tongue would feel against you, but you never in your wildest dreams imagine it would feel this good. Maybe some of it was due to the sex spell, but you highly doubted it.

“Jason, fuck, I’m so close,” you whine, going back to suck on his fingers. He slaps your ass, causing you to yelp. He alternates between sucking and flicking his tongue on your clit, becoming accustomed to know that that’s what you like most just solely based off how you moan and react to it.

“fuck, yes, oh,” you moan, getting closer and closer to your high. Your thighs tighten around his head, but he's quick to spread them open open again. His tongue circles your clit rapid, causing you to completely lose it. Your moans grow louder once again, sweat forming on your forehead, and pussy throbbing against his mouth.

“Jason... Jason, oh,” you moan, cumming on his tongue. The grip on his arm is tight as you feel the waves of pleasure course through your body. He rides out your high, gently circling your clit with his fingers from his free hand.

But this wasn’t enough for you. You needed more. You needed him.

You shuffle down his body and pin his arms on either side of his head before capturing his lips with yours. He lets out a groan at the feeling of your hand resting him. You move in between his legs and wrap you and around his throbbing and angry cock, watching with a smirk as he throws his head back and moans in pleasure.

“[y/n],” he groans, wanting you to move faster. Your tongue licks up his shaft before swirling around his cock. In that moment, he swears he’s never felt his good before. Maybe it’s the sex spell. Maybe it’s you.

You take him in your mouth, watching through your lashes as he tilts his head back further into the pillows. His eyes roll back, hands tangling in your hair as he gently pushes you further down onto him. With one hand, you hold his hips to balance yourself while the other hand works at the base of his cock; twisting and pumping up and down.

“holy...shh-shit.” he breathes out, careful not to buck his hips too hard in your mouth. You moan around him, feeling the ache between your thighs beginning to grow more intense at the sound of his graceful moans. Neither of you cared who heard you at this point; the only thing you both cared about was having each other and fucking each other into oblivion.

“fuck, oh my god. Princess, you’re gonna make me cum,” he whines. You had always imagine how he’d be under your control; how he’d whine and be completely at your mercy, what he’d say as he’s coming in your mouth. You weren’t sure whether you should thank him for accidentally walking into your room and making you mess up the spell, or whether you should thank fate. Either way, you’re finally able to live out your wonders about him.

“fuck, fuck, mm,” he moans as the hot liquid spills onto your tongue, his hands gripping your hair so tight, it causes you to moan around him. Using your hair, he pulls you off him. You swallow what you could, and wipe the corners of mouth with the pad of your thumb.

But this wasn’t enough for him. Jason needed more. Jason needed you.

Just as you did, Jason sits up and plants a passionate kiss on your swollen lips. He flips you over and grinds his already-hardening cock over your folds, earning moans from the both of you.

“J, please don’t tease me,” you beg. Jason positions himself so he’s sitting between your thighs. He pushes your legs apart and strokes your folds with his thumb before pushing in.

You both moan. Eyes roll to the back of your head as he bottoms out. He stays there for a moment, letting your body adjust to his size. Your arms reach up behind you and grab at the pillow to ground yourself while he begins to thrust into you. His pace builds with each thrust, and it wasn’t long until he builds a steady pace. Jason moves his hands to cup your breasts, squeezing them gently before moving his other hand to your throat. Your moans are restricted through his tight grip.

Jason roughly throws your ankles over his shoulders, driving his cock deeper into you. He leans down and kisses you to suppress the moans expelling from the both of you. His cock feels so good inside you, it made you just want to scream his name.

You sit up and push him down on the mattress carefully before straddling his hips. Jason whines and sits up on his elbows, your breast perfectly in his face. He takes one of your nipples in your mouth and bites down softly, groaning against it as you moan loudly, bouncing harder on his cock. Your fingers pull at his hair, earning yet another groan from him.

“oh my god,” you whimper. Jason takes advantage of your state of ecstasy, and flips you over.

“get on all fours,” he pants, smirking as you comply. His hand slaps your ass hard as he thrusts back into you. His hips slam against yours as the bed began squeaking, unable to handle the madness that’s going on between you and Jason.

“fuck, baby,” you whine, squeezing your eyes tightly as he begins pounding into you roughly. “fuck, just like that, oh my god.”

“I don’t know if I’m gonna last much longer,” Jason moans, thrusts staggering as he nears himself to the edge. His fingers circle your clit, causing you to let out a whine. Your pussy throbs around his cock, so close to the brink of orgasm.

“Jason,” you drag out his name.

“I know baby, just let it go,” his tender in his groans makes your heart flutter. Before either of you know it, both of you are cumming. Jason pulls on your hair as he spills into you; the harshness of his grip causing your scalp to hurt in a painful, yet, pleasurable way. Groans, moans and profanities bounce off the walls, both of you unable to control yourselves.

Jason collapses next to you, helping you lie on your back as your ass was still sore from his spanking. His eyes bore into yours, teeth sinking into his bottom lip.

“what?” you chuckle, feeling slightly self-conscious. You've never really had a guy stare at you the way Jason was right at this moment. His pupils still dilated with lust, though a hint of love could be seen. He shifts so he’s on his side - head rested on his hand which is propped up by his elbow.

“Nothing, I just never thought this was how we’d end up having sex,” he chuckles, almost embarrassed. A giggles expels from your lips in response. Cupping his cheek with one of you hands, you pull him in for a sweet kiss. Your thigh hooks around his waist as his soft fingertips trail down your body in a much more tender way than before.

He pulls away from the kiss as his fingers makes their way to your core, almost like he was asking if it was okay to touch you. Lifting your hips to his hand, you let out a moan when his fingers circle your clit delicately, stopping immediately when you let out a wince.

“I’m okay,” you smile at him. “just a little sensitive.”

Jason continues to circle your clit gently, while your hand pumps up and down his cock. the kiss grows into a passionate make-out session; lips colliding together as your tongues danced together, suppressing both of your moans. Jason bites down on your lip, causing you to moan into his mouth. By now, the spell had long passed. Now, it was just you and Jason.

His lips travel down to your neck, sucking pleasurably on the spots that makes you gasp. Your free hand tangles in his hair; a habit which you’ve only now just realised you’ve developed. Jason detaches his lips from your neck before biting down on the already-purple mark.

“Jason,” you gasp, grinding your core against his fingers. Your hand pumps faster on his cock; both of your breathing becomes faster.

“I'm gonna cum,” you whisper. Jason captures your lips with his, both of you cumming and moaning into each other’s mouths.

You both stay in each other’s arms. Jason’s fingers brushes through your hair as you feel you eyes begin to fall heavy.

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juniorgman187 · 4 years

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Never Enough (Spencer Reid Drabble)

Summary: Ever wondered what Garcia wrote on that sticky note in the series finale? Read here to find out. When Reader, the new technical analyst, feels out of place at a party, Penelope’s sticky note and Reid’s kind words do just the trick.

A/N: This is a comfort piece for me, someone very introverted who never seems to do well in social gatherings. So this is dedicated to anyone who’s ever felt like they didn’t belong. You are loved. Couple: Fem!Reader x Spencer Reid Category: Fluff, Drabble Content Warning: Fear of exclusion, loneliness Word Count: 2.4k

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

All my life, all I’d ever wanted was to be a social butterfly. Their lives seemed so easy. People would naturally flock to them, what with their charisma, their confidence, their natural gift of being conversational.

I envied them for the sole reason that I was nothing like them, not in the slightest.

It wasn’t easy for me to keep a conversation going, even if I was trying my very hardest, which was often the case. I could never seem to commandeer the room in the way that someone extroverted could, and it was especially hard sometimes to feel a part of everyone.

It would be too easy to say I was invisible. Instead, I felt painfully visible, and entirely ignored.

Everyone could see my shyness peeking through, everyone could see how alienated I’d become, everyone could see my despondence, and yet no one bothered to change it.

No one cared.

My excruciating awkwardness had reached an all-time high at Krystall’s birthday party.

Agent Rossi was so keen on inviting me, and I was honored to go since it’d be my first bonding experience with the team outside of work. I couldn’t turn down the opportunity to grow closer to them, otherwise, I’d run the risk of isolating myself even more. As if being brought in as the BAU’s new technical analyst to replace Penelope Garcia wasn’t enough of a reason for them to doubt, despise, and disrespect me, I was the introvert who had a hard time making friends - unlike my predecessor, who’ve I heard could make friends like nobody’s business. I knew I could never fill her shoes, much less fill the glaring void she created when she left, but still, I maintained my bright-eyes in hopes that I’d be enough for them, anyway. I was all too eager to get to know everyone as more than just my coworkers, with one exception.

Dr. Reid maintained an arm’s length distance from me at all times, and at first, I understood. I even empathized with him.

Besides SSA Morgan and SSA Hotchner, the only other person that he’d work the longest with was Penelope, and now she was gone, too, but the longer his rejection of me lasted, the more I was curious what he truly had against me, and the more I was less interested in changing that. Why would I work tirelessly at mending this broken friendship, if he wasn’t willing to meet me halfway?

I was more shocked that he, of all people, would be the most displeased with my arrival. When Agent Rossi replaced Agent Gideon, from what I heard, the transition wasn’t as rocky as mine. Dr. Reid was overjoyed to be working with him and to discuss all his books. When Jordan Todd, and eventually Ashley Seaver, took Agent Jareau’s place momentarily, he was happy to be working with them. When Alex Blake and Kate Callahan came in after Emily Prentiss, he welcomed them with open arms. So what was it about me that was so abhorrent to him?

I never outright asked, mainly because I feared confrontation and I also had no way of knowing if my curiosity would make the situation worse or better. But I should’ve. I should’ve marched right up to him and asked, “What’s your problem?”

Somehow, though, I finally got up the courage to do so tonight.

I watched as the team laughed at one of Rossi’s anecdotes, meanwhile, the inside jokes flew over my head, hindering that bonding experience I was so sure I’d get by coming here. So I stepped inside the house, wandering into a spare room, knowing I wouldn’t be missed.

I thought I’d only be there for a moment to get some “fresh air” even though I’d actually migrated from the outside to the inside, where there’d arguably be less fresh air, but that’d be my excuse if anyone came in. But I was forced to stay longer in the office when it finally happened.

I finally reached my breaking point.

It was building up all night. It started when I first stepped into the house. My confidence faltered almost immediately when I accidentally stepped on Rossi’s Italian leather dress shoe as I went to greet him. He told me not to worry, but of course, I did just the opposite. It was a minor bump in the road, something so minute, but still, it weighed on me thinking about how embarrassing it was that I dirtied something of his that everyone recognized as valuable.

My shame didn’t stop there. As I was talking with Krystall, there were many periods of awkward silence that I couldn’t manage to fill with words, so we each sipped at our wine until one of us would try to pick up the conversation. What’s worse was that we each knew the silence was suffocating, and I could tell we were both thinking of things to say to keep the conversation going, and yet, nothing worth saying came to mind.

And worst of all was when Penelope Garcia finally arrived at the party. Don’t misunderstand me - it wasn’t the worst part of all because she was bad - no, she was lovely. She gave me a welcome present - a Beanie Baby to put on my desk, evocative of her own style of decor, and I loved her for it, which made me hate her all the more.

Rossi’s house livened up when she came. Everyone flocked to greet her, laughter erupted and ricocheted off Rossi’s high ceilings. They were positively elated by her presence, truly happy. Which was the first time I’d ever seen them that way because frankly, they were never that happy with me.

It was a painful reminder that I could never bring what she brought to the team, and I could never be as good as her. And the general consensus I reached, sitting in Rossi’s office all alone with my glass of wine, was the same one I’d known for years now - I’m not enough.

And I will never be enough.

I hadn’t realized I was crying until a tear cascaded down my cheek, dripping right under my nose, forcing me to audibly sniffle it away. Using the sleeve of my cardigan, I desperately tried to wipe away the tears faster than they were spilling out, but it just wasn’t possible. In fact, the coarse fabric of my cardigan rubbing against my cheeks only made them redder, making the fact that I was unwell that much more obvious.

The sound of the doorknob turning sent me into overdrive, automatically engaging me into turning around and facing the wall so that whoever was coming in wouldn’t find me in the state that I was in. I sniffled a great big sniffle and fanned my face to dry it of any moisture that my silent sobs could’ve left.

“Sorry, Rossi, I was just getting some fresh air and I thought I’d check out your book collectio-”

When I turned around, Rossi wasn’t standing there as I’d assumed.

In fact, the person standing there was the last person I thought it’d be.

“Dr. Reid?”

He was lingering in the doorway, studying my face, to which I instantly preventing from continuing on any further by cowering my head and looking away.

“What are you doing here?” My voice had taken a tone of anger that I didn’t anticipate to be there originally.

“Are you okay?”

To my surprise, his question seemed sincere, but I couldn’t truly believe it was.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just allergies from being outside for so long. The pollen and stuff, you know?” I rambled nervously.

“Oh, really? Are you allergic to the grass?” He asked in a joking manner, knowing I was lying but still asking so that he’d have the satisfaction of getting to see me try and work my way out of the situation.

“Yes, I am actually. The most common outdoor allergy triggers are trees, grass, weed pollen, mold spores, dust mites, cockroaches, and cat, dog, and rodent dander. Don’t you know this? After all, you’re the one with the IQ of 187 here, not me.” I tried to joke to lighten up the room’s heaviness, but clearly, it didn’t work.

By this time, I’d already turned back to face the wall, so Reid surely couldn’t see me, but I heard the door click shut behind me, and a wave of anxiety permeated my soul.

“What’s wrong, Y/N?”

I scoffed at his question, almost hitting him back with an “As if you care.” But I decided against it in an effort to preserve what little repose we had left between us.

“Will you please tell me what’s wrong?” He sounded like he was begging - like he was practically willing to go on his hands and knees to get me to answer, but all I could focus on was the feeling of his hot breath ghosting over my neck.

Goosebumps rose on my skins once he put his warm hand on my cold shoulder, which was bare from the absence of my cardigan and where it had slipped down to my elbow.

I flinched at the sensation, causing him to recoil.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that.” He quickly apologized, regret filling his eyes. “Um, you look nice by the way. I like the way you did your hair. A-and your dress. It looks nice.”

Not even giving a chance to respond to his compliment, I asked again, “Why are you here?” Pressing him to get the point faster before I had a chance to react at another one of his physical advances.

“I saw you leave the backyard and I thought I should check on you.”

“Well, you’ve checked on me, so you can go back now.” I didn’t miss a beat when responding, fooling him into thinking that I didn’t catch his words and their intentions.

“I just want to talk.” He replied, finally answering my question from before.

“Okay. Let’s talk.”

He took a seat on a chaise lounge sofa while I stayed standing by the bookcase in preparation for a quick escape if need be.

“I’m sorry I’ve been pushing you away. That wasn’t fair of me.”

Although I hadn’t expected him to apologize, I wasn’t going to be misled and naively accept his apology with no reservations.

“Why did you do it? And for so long?”

“I was angry. I didn’t want another person in my life that I cared about to walk away, so I thought maybe if I made you feel unwelcome, you wouldn’t want to stay. And she’d come back.”

It hurt to say, but at least I knew he was being honest.

“I accept your apology, but it’s not okay.”

“I know that.”

“Okay, are we good now? We’ve talked, so,” My hand gestured toward the door, suggesting he should leave, but he didn’t comply.

“I’m not leaving.”

“And why not?” The wine glass in my hand nearly shattered at the way my hand wrapped around it since its presence hindered me from being able to actually clench my fists.

“I didn’t come here to apologize, even though I should’ve sooner. But I came here because I wanted to make sure you were okay.”

“Like you care.” I chuckled mirthlessly.

“I do care.”

I gave in, not wanting to fight him any longer, otherwise, I might cry some more from the altercation.

“I’m fine.”

“No, you’re not,” He shook his head. “I know you’re not fine. What’s really wrong, Y/N?”

I looked away immediately from his gaze, trying to hide the sheen that was inevitably coating my eyes from the presence of tears, but he would’ve known I was crying the minute I used the cuff of my cardigan to wipe under my nose again.

“I just . . . I feel so unconnected,” I whispered, the pain of my words stealing my volume. “I don’t fit in. And I’ve never fit in before, but I actually thought this might be my chance.”

“It still is. Just come back outside.”

“You don’t get it!”

“What don’t I get?”

“I just needed to take a moment to compose myself so I wouldn’t ruin the energy of the room. And I’d really like to do that alone, okay?”

“I know you don’t want me to go.”

“What?”

“You’re testing me to see if I’ll stay.”

“No, I’m not.”

“So you’re saying that if I left right now, you wouldn’t regret letting me walk away?”

“Yeah, that’s right.”

“I know you’re lying to me.”

“I’m not lying.”

“Yes, you are. I know what it looks like when you lie. Wanna know how I know?”

I entertained his question out of pure frustration “How?”

“Because I pay attention to you. I see your mannerisms. I notice everything. Do you think I haven’t picked up on how you crack your knuckles when you’re nervous? Or how your stutter goes away when you talk about technology? Or how your fists clench, like how you’re doing right now?”

My eyes flickered to my fist that was wrapped so tightly around the glass, my knuckles were white. Out of shame, I loosened my grip.

“I pay attention because I care. And I’m sorry that I made you ever believe that I didn’t. What you do, and say, and think - it’s important. So no, I’m not leaving. I’m staying right here to give you the attention you deserve.” He sighed with a breath of relief. “I care more about you than whatever’s happening out there.”

And slowly, then all at once, that barrier between us broke down.

“I care about you. We all do. And when you’re ready, we can walk back out there together so that you can see for yourself just how much we care.”

. . . That night, I made nine more friends.

And the day we came back to work, with my Beanie Baby in hand, I rearranged my desk.

A folded up sticky note fell out from between two tables. I picked it up, recognizing the handwriting instantly.

Penelope Garcia.

Even when the laughter always seems to come from the other room and the world seems busy as it carries on without you, may you know this to be true. No matter who or what made you feel invisible, unworthy, unloved, or unseen, in this ever-moving world, there is still a place for you. And you are exactly in the place where you are meant to be.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

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heyyouwiththeassbutt · 4 years

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The Christmas Gift (Part 2)

Summary - Christmas with your super-soldier friends had become a tradition. Until one of them can’t make it and everything changes, thanks to an early Christmas present. Part 2 of 2.

Pairing - Steve Roger x Reader

Warning - Smut! Dubious consent (kinda sorta sex pollen??). Unprotected sex (Please don’t do this!). Cursing. If I’ve missed anything, please let me know!

Word Count - 3,536

A/N - All mistakes are my own. Feedback is greatly needed and appreciated. ———–

December 25th, 2019 00:01 Hands were everywhere as you and Steve landed on your double bed, him kneeling over you as your head made contact with the plush pillows. The sense of urgency seemed to be decreasing as your skin touched his and the heat that surrounded you both settled into a delicious burn. Honestly, you couldn't remember ever feeling a need so strong for another person. One look into Steve's eyes and you knew that he felt the same way. Your lips were in a constant battle for dominance as your tounges fought each other.

His hand wound its way through your hair, pulling you closer as your body rutted up against him, your legs wrapped around his waist as his hard-on ground against your center. He began to pull off his t-shirt and when he pulled away to yank the material over his head you were both panting hard. You found the hem of your shirt and pulled it quickly over your head. You reached for his lips again but his gaze had traveled down to your uncovered breasts and without a second pause, he had latched his teeth around your hardened nipple. You threw your head back as he nipped and sucked on your nipple and the soft breast around it, his hand coming to the other to pinch it between his fingers, pulling on it harder than you would have expected. The moan that fell from your lips was enough to spur Steve on further, swapping his wet mouth to the other nipple and bringing his other hand to the abandoned one. You'd be lying if you said a small part of your brain hadn't thought that you could cum from just this. You couldn't remember any man making you feel this way, and that was before he even paid any attention to your already pulsing pussy. Stilling your grinding by pressing his body down hard against you, you whimpered low in your throat, looking down at him to see him pause sucking on your breasts, you saw the deeply satisfied smirk on his face. "If you don't stop that, this will be over a lot quicker than either of us wants it to be." He was almost chuckling as he peppered kissed between your breasts and lower down your stomach. How this man was so in control of himself you would never understand. Much to your frustration, he slowed his movements, his hands holding onto your thighs to keep you still as his lips made their way over your stomach, over your hips, and down your thighs, leaving you a stuttering mess as you attempted to beg him to touch you or fuck you or do anything but continue to tease you. You pushed yourself up on your elbows, staring down at the super-soldier below you as he looked back up at you with a shit-eating grin on his face. He knew exactly what he was doing to you and he liked it. Bastard. "Stevie," you were eventually able to gasp out, "Please, I... I need you." Your words seemed to stop him in his tracks, the grin slipping from his face and being replaced as he bit down on his bottom lip, his pupils somehow growing in size until barely any blue remained. Barely a second later he was yanking down your shorts hard, leaning back to remove them from your legs before he paused, his hands holding hard onto the backs of your knees, keeping your legs open for him to look down at your soaked pussy. The intensity quickly became too much and you tried to pull away and close your legs, but he looked at you with a fire in his eyes that stopped you instantly and you felt yourself become even wetter. With a final grin, he broke eye contact and slid himself down until his mouth was hovering above your wetness, his breath fanning across you and his hands sliding under your legs and resting above your pubic bones, pinning you to the bed. You didn't get a chance to react before his tongue was sliding over your pussy lips, his lips latching over your clit as his tongue left you a squealing mess above him. Your hand found purchase in his golden locks, your head thrown back and a cry escaping your lips. Your entire body felt electrified as Steve continued to make patterns over your clit with his tongue, sliding down every once in a while to lap at your pussy, your slick coating his lips and chin. Time seemed to stand still and speed up all at once. You aren't sure if he was fucking your pussy with his tongue and sucking and licking your clit for minutes or hours before you clenched around his tongue, your body vibrating as you called out his name, cumming harder than you ever had before. He continued to lick at your opening until you slowly came down from your high, your heart hammering in your chest and panting hard. Steve slid up your body and kissed you, less desperate than he had earlier, letting you catch your breath as he planted soft kissed to your lips, your cheeks, your neck, anywhere his lips could meet your skin. When your breath had returned to semi-normal, he smiled softly down at you, his hand smoothing your hair as you grinned up at him, murmuring of how good he was, how amazing he'd made you feel. Reaching below, your hands found his belt and you made quick work of undoing it, popping open the button of his jeans and pulling down on his zipper. A low hiss blew across your cheeks as your fingers brushed against the bulge in his boxers. Your fingers slid into the waistband of the offending material and your hand wrapped around his hard length. Eyes wide, you gasped as you felt the size of him for the first time. Your fingers, wrapped around him didn't meet, his girth shocking you into silence. Before you could do anything else he pulled away from you, jumping off the bed and pulling his jeans and boxers down his thick thighs. He shoved them off and rid himself of his socks. You lay on the bed, watching him, marveling at his body and the now revealed cock that stood to attention. Your mouth watered as you took him in, in all of his naked glory. He stood there, unsure for a few seconds before you began to crawl down the bed, his eyes widening as you knelt before him, his cock twitching in front of you as you leaned forward and wrapped your fingers around it. Before he could say anything, you licked up the underside of his shaft and wrapped your mouth around his tip. The growl that ripped itself from his throat had you shuddering around him. You had barely begun to lower your lips down his cock before he grabbed you by the upper arms, pulling you up as your mouth released him with an audible 'pop'. Blinking up at him in confusion, he pressed his forehead to yours, a grin on his face, "Maybe later? I need you now and having those pretty lips wrapped around me isn't going to make me last very long." You pouted but nodded, the need for him growing in the pit of your stomach again, the dampness between your legs quickly returning. Laying you back on the bed, Steve quickly captured your lips again, the kiss slow and demanding, grasping your wrists and pinning them above your head. You were groaning into his mouth, the feel of his hard cock pressed against your bare thigh too much to handle. You needed him inside you, right now. Sensing your urgency, Steve released your wrists after a few minutes and reached down, beginning to drag his cock over your soaked entrance, making you moan when it slid over your still sensitive clit. When you felt like you couldn't take another second of teasing, Steve slid his cock inside you, the both of you moaning loudly, the stretch from his size bordering on painful in the best possible way. Pausing to allow you to adjust to him, Steve kissed you long and hard, leaving you breathless before he started thrusting into you at a relentless pace, growling as he bottomed out, again and again, his quick, deep thrusts, unlike anything you'd ever felt before. Stars were flashing behind your eyelids as you squeezed them shut, stuttered sobs wracking your body as Steve continued to pound into your pussy. Your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper into you. He maneuvered and began to hit that spot deep inside you that had you screaming out and shuddering under him. You came for the second time that night, quickly and unrelenting as he kept his pace, extending your orgasm in a way you'd never felt before. Pulling you suddenly up, you found yourself straddling his waist, him kneeling below you, his hips thrusting up into you as your eyes met and you melted further into him, clutching his shoulders and dragging your nails across his back and neck. You began to move above him, your hips dropping over and over to meet his thrusts, his moans starting to come out around his pants, his lips connecting with your neck as he sucked and bit the soft flesh there, no doubt marking you with deep purple bruises that you couldn't find ourself caring about. Steve's hand came to the back of your neck and you felt his urgency as his pace increased, this new angle making his pelvic bone drag across your clit on every thrust. "Cum with me." He gasped as your forehead lent against his, your body shaking as you instantly complied with his command and your pussy clenched around his cock, cumming so hard that the only thing grounding you were his lips pressed to your own. You felt the hot spurt of his orgasm coat your insides as you sobbed, tears beginning to form in your eyes as the feeling became too much. After a few short thrusts, you felt his body relax as he maneuvered you back onto the bed. You whimpered at the loss as he slid out of you and a deep chuckle came from beside you. Your eyes fluttered open and you stared up at him. He seemed to hesitate for a few moments before he smiled, "I'll be right back, Doll." You nodded as he stood and left the room, only able to keep your eyes open for long enough to look at his ass as he walked into the bathroom. A cool, damp cloth was brought along your thighs and between your legs and your eyes opened again, embarrassment flushing your cheeks as your friend cleaned you off. He smiled softly up at you before going back into the bathroom. You managed to keep your eyes open long enough to see him walk back into the room. He stood still for a few minutes, chewing on his bottom lip as he watched you. "What are you doing?" You asked softly as you repositioned yourself enough to pull the blanket over your still naked body. "I uh... I wasn't sure if you wanted..." You blinked at him, confusion evident on your face. "I can sleep in the spare room still... If you want." He looked like a kicked puppy. You couldn't help the laugh that bubbled out of your mouth of its own accord. You pulled back the covers and beckoned him with your index finger. ~ Smiling broadly, Steve slid in beside you, pulling the covers over himself before you moved to cuddle close to him, your head on his shoulder as your arm and a leg wrapped around him. Sleep came instantly as his hand traced patterns across his back, a contend sigh falling from his lips as he too fell into a deep sleep.

14:26 You threw your head back against the pillow of your sofa, laughter ripping through you as Steve's hands wandered up and down your body, tickling mercilessly. Whatever Bucky had given you had worn off before you woke this morning, but that didn't stop you proving twice more to Steve that you truly did want him. Your body ached in the best way. Steve had barely taken his hands off you, light caresses and sweet kisses as the two of you made your Christmas dinner, holding you close against his chest as the two of you sat on the floor of your living room opening gifts. A small part of you is dreading him leaving tomorrow, as he always does the day after Christmas, but you try to push it from your mind. The difference in Steve is insane to you. The affection had always been there between the two of you, but the happiness that seemed to radiate off Steve now shocked you over and over again. You had only had a few moments alone this morning and afternoon, mostly when you had been showering for those few minutes before Steve has asked if he could join you and you'd been very happy to take him up on the offer, but when you had those few moments to think, you replayed your friendship in your mind. There had been tones of times you'd been alone with Bucky, whether it was the two of you watching tv or going for a walk, or a few times you'd go on shopping trips. But you'd never been alone with Steve. You wondered if it had been intentional, and you had to find out the truth. Excusing yourself from Steve, you lingering a few moments too long on the kiss you'd given him, almost canceling your plan as his large hands pulled you closer to him. You forced yourself to pull away, a dopey smile on your face as he looked back, biting his lip through his smile. Grabbing your phone, you went to the spare room, the furthest room in the house from the living room, and hoped it was far enough away that Steve wouldn't overhear your conversation. "Haven't heard from you since last night, I was worried you'd fallen out with me." Bucky chuckled down the line. "Why did you give us the desire thing?" You felt bad for skipping the small talk, but you needed to have this conversation quickly before your absence looked suspicious. The smirk that must have been on Buckys face was evident by his tone, "Why does it matter? It was just a bit of fun... Right?" You weren't sure how to answer, so you sat down on the spare bed you'd made up for Steve two nights before, unaware that it wouldn't be used. "Babe?" "I'm still here Bucky." You sighed before you let your words tumble from your mouth, asking why you'd never been alone with Steve, telling him how he'd reacted to your touches yesterday before they had the hot chocolate. Your words started to meld together. "Do you care about Steve?" The words cut off your ramblings and you opened and closed your mouth a few times, trying to speak but not knowing what to say. "That a yes?" Bucky asked when you didn't say anything for a few more moments. You sighed, "Does he... Care about me?" The laugh that met you had you blinking slowly at the phone in surprise. It seemed like it came from Buckys toes. When, after at least a minute, Bucky still hadn't stopped laughing you whined his name, desperate for an answer. "If you have to ask that, Babe," Bucky said as he attempted to stop laughing, "You are more clueless than I gave you credit for." You said your goodbyes to Bucky, not answering him when he asked what you were going to do. You ended the call and stood up, walking with determination towards the door. Steve wasn't in the living room when you came back. A sudden stab of worry erupted in the pit of your stomach as you considered he may have heard the conversation and left. When you heard a noise from the kitchen, you sighed with relief before quickly catching yourself and shook your head. You didn't act like this. No guy that you'd ever dated made you feel this way. But, then again, no other guy was Steve Rogers. Making your way into the kitchen, you saw Steve pouring two cups of coffee. You lent on the kitchen island and when he turned around, you smiled sweetly. "So? How's Bucky?" Your eyes went wide and you stood straighter, "You heard me talking to him?" He chuckled as he handed you a cup of steaming coffee, "No. But you aren't very good at being subtle." "Apparently I'm clueless as well." You almost cursed yourself as you spoke the words. He swallowed and set his mug down beside you. He didn't say anything but nodded after a few seconds. "Why didn't you tell me?" "You're one of my best friends. I didn't want to risk losing you." You nod. You'd had the same thought several times in the last few hours. Looking up at him, there was determination on your face as you stepped closer. He raised an eyebrow but a smile was slowly making its way onto his lips. "Do you feel like it's worth the risk now?" You asked slowly. Instantly, he had a hand wrapped around your back, your hands instinctively gripping his shoulders as he grinned down at you, "It isn't a risk with you anymore, Doll. You're mine." You grinned as you kissed him hard, it quickly turning into more as he lifted you onto the kitchen island and pressed his hard body against yours. Next year, you'd have to get Bucky a fucking amazing Christmas present.

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mego42 · 4 years

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For the WIP meme! Your monster looks like mine! Rio + Annie broTP! Annnnnd a number! #3!

ty ty welcome to the circus or whatever, hahaha. i’m still in sleep debt idk what i’m saying.

OKAY! so, rollerskating on, your monster looks like mine is the sex pollen fic I keep banging on about. I decided if I was going to do a widely panned trope I was going to go big vs going home (see also: dean pov, overdoing it in the face of perceived adversary is kind of my thing) and am trying to give it a theme and an arc and a truly unreasonable amount of angst.

it takes place not that long after s3 and the two of them are like, you know, fairly well marinated in their animosity for each other and get thrown into this situation where they have limited control over how they physically feel about their proximity (heyo sex pollen!) and by god if they’re forced to be even a little bit vulnerable with each other they’re going to make it count and like, forcibly rip each other’s secrets out of each other (the hitman! lucy! 213! 209!). the whole idea behind the theme (and title) is a kind of hazy like calls to like, they’re both monstrous in overlapping ways and how they recognize/react to it is at the root of how they act towards each other. also, it’s alternating POV.

idk, I have ambitious plans, a sprawling notes document, and probably like a third of it drafted but it’s super rough and I was in a weird place when I wrote it so it’s probs going to get reshaped a lot once I have the full draft out and see what I’m working with, but I have dug out a snippet under the cut!

He shows up a good twenty minutes after he told her to meet him, not bothering to park, just pulling up next to the van where she’s still fuming in the driver’s seat and telling her to get in. She gapes at him through the window, mouth opening and closing while she cycles through her options, deciding how she wants to play it. Curiosity must get the better of her though, because she hops in the passenger seat without a word—a fuckin’ miracle in and of itself.

She holds it in for all of five minutes which, credit where credit’s due, is about four and a half longer than he was expecting.

“Where are we going?”

She’s got that pissy little holier than thou tone going on, the one that always makes him itch to knock her down a peg or two.

“Bet you find out when we get there.”

The silence that falls between them’s thick enough it’s nearly tangible. Somethin’ ‘bout havin’ her in the car, even as big as it is, makes her feel closer than sittin’ next to her at a picnic table.

Rio takes shallow breaths, trying not to notice the hint of her perfume coating every inhale—something floral but not sweet, makes him think of night blooms and creamy, lush petals, makes him remember how much richer it smells right up against her skin.

He takes the next turn harder than he needs to, throwing them both around.

Elizabeth huffs and readjusts, making the leather creak. The tension radiating off her loosens his shoulders, and he relaxes back in his seat. He can see her drumming her fingers on her knee out of the corner of his eye, then smoothing her palms along her thighs like she’s trying to wipe something off.

“Why bring me? Why not Mick or—or...any of your other guys?”

He scoffs, playin’ it up more than he needs to so she knows it’s a stupid question. “I roll in with back up, it looks like I think I need it. I roll in with you…”

He lets the sentence hang there, lazily turns his head to look at her and watch her bristle like a cat as she fills in the blanks. The funny part is of everyone he’s dealin’ with tonight she came the closest to finishin’ him off but he’s not about to tell her that.

“‘Sides,” he continues, just to rub salt in the wound. “I need someone to take notes.”

“I’m not your secretary,” she snaps, that fake as hell yes sir, no sir mask she’s been painting on lately slipping and the tips of her claws coming out. Rio’ pulse jumps in answer.

“Yeah? You ain’t a sharpshooter either but you gave that your best go.”

That shuts her up for the rest of the ride. He’s almost disappointed.

rio + annie brotp

this one is just a concept as of now. the idea is rio and annie are roommates who maybe occasionally hook up when they’re bored, but mostly kind of just bump along sniping at each other and openly judging each other’s lives and choices but in a functionally dysfunctional sort of way, and their equilibrium is thrown off when annie’s older sister needs a place to stay for a while bc her life is falling apart. idk if/when I’ll ever get around to writing it because there is uh, lol, obvs some major yikes potential depending on what choices I make with different dynamics and I know rio and annie is v much not most people’s cup of tea for obvious reasons. I def want to write something with them being friends at some point though bc there’s a lot of comedic potential there that v much appeals to me.

this is a dialogue prompt I wrote an opening for and then apparently abandoned it entirely with no notes to myself so thanks past!meg! you dick!

Beth knows that Annie and Ruby thought she was trying to be funny when she said Rio had a habit of popping up like a genie, and she was, but that doesn’t mean it isn’t true.

She’s as used to it as it’s possible to get used to being caught continually off-guard. There’s a part of her that’s constantly on high alert every time she goes out, no matter where, scanning her surroundings, convinced that she’ll see him in the strangest of places. She never does though, and if she feels anything about that at all, it’s only relief and a continual low-level annoyance that he’s got her in a state of perpetual vigilance.

It’s easier to convince herself of that when she doesn’t take into account those three months he was gone. How she couldn’t stop herself from looking, her attention snagging on all the different pieces of him she’d see in other people out of the corner of her eye: short dark hair, a slender build, a certain way of walking more liquid than anything else. Her breath would catch, her pulse would trip, but then she’d blink and the picture would become clear. It was never him, he’d never sneak up on her again because he was—

But he’s not, he’s here, in her kitchen, in the middle of the night Beth discovers as she screams, dropping the water glass she was coming in to refill in a move eerily similar to the first time she met him but with less groceries and more potential to cut her feet to ribbons.

“What are you doing here?” She asks, pushing past him to grab the broom and dustpan from the mudroom. He grunts as he shifts to the side, trying to get out of her way but she doesn’t think anything of it. “It’s three in the morning.”

why is Rio there? who knows! not me!

my wip folder is a mess and a mystery to me as much as you but ask me about any that strike your fancy anyway

#more wip stuff!!!#actually looking back at the sex pollen draft it's not bad #it's just thin #and i think that was what was making my brain file it under ALL GARBAGE #but i can work with this it just needs a few more passes #and likee #you know #for me to finish it #wip sampler #ask me stuff #my fic #shut up meg

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buckybarnesbingo · 4 years

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BBB Week 13 Roundup!

Sorry it’s a day late, Tumblr Mod is just losing her mind a little bit!

Title: Enemy Collaborator: grimeysociety Link: AO3 Square Filled: U1 - Bucky/Darcy Ship: Bucky/Darcy Rating: Explicit Major Tags: Explicit Sexual Content Summary: Friendship with Bucky began like pulling a thorn out of a wolf’s paw. Word Count: 3522

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Title: Because I could not stop for Death - (He kindly stopped for me): Chapter 4 Collaborator: Faustess Link: AO3 Square Filled: C3 - Free Square Ship: WinterPepperony Rating: Teen Major Tags: Inspired by Corpse Bride (2005), Angst with a Happy Ending, Not Cheating, Pre-Poly, Supernatural Elements Summary: Tony apologizes and realizes his feelings for Bucky go deeper than he'd realized. Later, Dr. Strange points out that they aren't truly married because Tony is unfortunately alive. Count along - there will be three weddings and a (very hasty) funeral in this chapter! Word Count: 16,249

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Title: “That treasure of yours better be worth it Stark!” - Moodboards Collaborator: sianmcawesome Link: Tumblr Square Filled: K2 - Bucky/Clint/Tony Ship: WinterIronHawk Rating: Gen Major Tags: moodboards, snakes, skulls, medical equipents (for pics under the cut), mention of Obediah Stane Summary: 4 moodboards for the WinterIronHawk meets Indiana Jones/National Treasure/Blood and Treasure/every other Treasure Hunter movie and show out there story I´ll probably never get around to writing.

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Title: Pinup Calendar October: Steve/Bucky - Mad Hatter Day Collaborator: carnival_of_rust Link: AO3 Square Filled: C4 - Secret Admirer Ship: Stucky Rating: Mature Major Tags: art, nudity Summary: The Alice In Wonderland AU wherein Bucky fingers some butter and smol Steeb forgets his pants.

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Title: Pinup Calendar December: Steve/Bucky - Midnight Kisses Collaborator: carnival_of_rust Link: AO3 Square Filled: K2 - Love at first sight Ship: Stucky Rating: Mature Major Tags: art, nudity Summary: Ever wondered where the bubbles in champagne come from?

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Title: High on You Collaborator: hddnone Link: AO3 Square Filled: U3 - Teammates Ship: WinterIron Rating: Explicit Major Tags: Sex Pollen, Dubious Consent, Non-consensual drug use (from the sex pollen), allusion to Clint/Nat/Steve Summary: Sex pollen. Just another Tuesday as an Avenger.Strucker is wrong about it distracting the Avengers too much to fight - well, with the exception of those with the serum. It hits them a little differently than the rest of the team. Word Count: 3481

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Title: End Of All Days - Chapter 18: Part XVII Collaborator: Minka Link: AO3 Square Filled: K4 – Terrible Choices Ship: Stucky Rating: Mature Major Tags: extremely unsettling happenings, non-sexual power play and some good old-fashioned ‘torture for information’ tactics Summary: Alright guys, we all knew this was coming! Warning for some extremely unsettling happenings, non-sexual power play and some good old-fashioned ‘torture for information’ tactics. Parental guidance recommended…?? IDK. But like, if you can’t get through a James Bond torture scene, or a violent episode of Game of Thrones or equivalent, then this chapter probably isn’t for you. Word Count: 83,731

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Title: (It All Started With) A Night at the Nat - Chapter 9 Collaborator: Politzania Link: AO3 Square Filled: Pining & Apology Ship: WinterIronHawk Rating: Explicit Major Tags: explicit sexual content Summary: The three of them have breakfast together, and after seeing Tony off, Clint and Bucky hang out and discuss boundaries and expectations. Word Count: 11,746

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Title: Stardust Collaborator: Avidreader6 Link: AO3 Square Filled: Kink: BDSM Ship: WinterIron Rating: Explicit Major Tags: explicit sexual content Summary: The lights in the bedroom are dimmed to a warm soft glow when Tony enters and he’s not surprised to find that Bucky has gotten there first. He’s waiting on his knees, in the center of the room, and there’s only the slightest twitch of his shoulders to give away that he knows Tony has come in. Word Count: 6834

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Title: N/A Collaborator: zainniko Link: Tumblr Square Filled: K2 - Bucky/Tony Ship: WinterIron Rating: Teen Major Tags: art Summary: Bucky gives Tony a massage (No powers AU)

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Title: Subliminal Advertising Collaborator: Kalee60 Link: AO3 Square Filled: K2 - Kink: “Harder.” Ship: Stucky Rating: Explicit Major Tags: explicit sexual content Summary: Bucky is a walking disaster when it comes to gorgeous men. He stumbles over words, says inane things and makes a bit of an idiot of himself. So when he sees the most glorious man in all existence helping a little old lady out at his local supermarket, he knows there is no way he can string a sentence together and look smooth (considering he’s a train wreck in disguise). Cue an impromptu photo opportunity with a well placed product, that in turn somehow begins a pun laden photo game as Bucky starts to bump into the breathtaking man on the regular while shopping. Who’d have thought so many mundane advertisements were so suggestive? So with a little help from his meddling best friend, a lot of misunderstandings and a crush the size of the Empire State Building, can Bucky find enough courage to ask out the man who hopefully, will ‘melt in his mouth, not in his hand?’ Word Count: 22,770

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Title: That's What She Said Collaborator: betheflame Link: AO3 Square Filled: C2 - Shopping Together Ship: Stuckony Rating: Explicit Major Tags: Get Together, Drunk Consent, explicit sexual content Summary: Steve had a massive crush on his TA, which he was hiding from his boyfriend, until a chance meeting in the chip aisle at Target changed everything. Word Count: 3378

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Title: No Other Love (3/3) Collaborator: grimeysociety Link: AO3 Square Filled: C2: “It Wasn’t Worth It” Ship: Bucky/Darcy Rating: Explicit Major Tags: Explicit Sexual Content, References to Violence/Gore, PTSD, Angst, Hurt/Comfort Summary: While on the run, Bucky meets Dee, a working girl he can’t seem to shake. Word Count: 19,616

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Title: Pinup Calendar December: Bucky Barnes - Christmas with Captain Snowman Collaborator: LiquidLightz Link: AO3 Square Filled: U5 - Realistic Art Style Ship: none Rating: Teen Major Tags: art, nudity Summary: My December pinup of Bucky Barnes with Captain... Snowman 🙃 celebrating Christmas 🎄 🎅🏻 and Winter ❄️ ⛄️This is just one of over 40 artworks created, by 20+ artists, for the Marvel Art Party Pin-Up Calendar 🎉😍Click on the collection to check out all the other months, from July 2020 to Dec 2021, and download your favourites to put together your own printable calendar.

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Title: Missing Pieces Collaborator: LiraelClayr007 Link: AO3 Square Filled: U1 - galaxy Ship: WinterHawk Rating: Teen Major Tags: emotional hurt comfort, childhood memories, angst with a happy ending, established relationship Summary: When Clint becomes down and distracted, Bucky takes it upon himself to discover what’s bothering his boyfriend. Even though Clint won’t talk about it. Even though Bucky has too many missing pieces. Or, In which Bucky goes to great lengths to make Clint smile. Word Count: 2942

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Title: When a Bad Day (Month) Turns Good Collaborator: Purple_ducky00 Link: AO3 Squares Filled: Chapter 1 - Tony’s POV: B1 - This might as well happen Chapter 2 - Bucky’s POV: U2 - Bucky/Tony Ship: WinterIron Rating: Teen Major Tags: Broken bones, Sleep deprivation, unhealthy coping mechanisms Summary: Tony and Bucky are both having terrible days, or, in Bucky's case, months. When Bucky falls asleep on Tony, how will they both react when we wakes up? Word Count: 2106

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Title: Because I could not stop for Death - (He kindly stopped for me) Collaborator: Faustess Link: AO3 Squares Filled: Chapter 2 - B2: ‘Oh hell, no.’ Chapter 3 - U3: “Don’t say it!” Chapter 4 - C3: Free Square Ship: WinterPepperony Rating: Teen Major Tags: Inspired by Corpse Bride (2005), Angst with a Happy Ending, Not Cheating, Pre-Poly, Supernatural Elements Summary: Howard Stark and his wife are wealthy industrialists looking for an entrance into polite society. Lord and Lady Potts are aristocrats one sneeze away from the poorhouse. Their heirs will marry and both sets of parents will get what they want... as long as everything goes According To Plan. (Hint: it doesn't). Word Count: 17,099

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Title: Are You Sure About This? Collaborator: Fighting_for_Creativity Link: AO3 Square Filled: U4 - Bucky/Tony/Rhodey Ship: Bucky/Tony/Rhodey Rating: Explicit Major Tags: explicit sexual content Summary: Tony, Bucky, and Rhodey had been dating for a long while now. They were in a happy and healthy relationship, able to talk about almost everything. When Tony had down days, the other two were there to cheer him up, show him how good life could be. And Tony did the same for them. Sometimes, though, they still had hiccups in their daily life. But, ultimately, that was ok, because they were ok. Maybe that was why Tony felt safe enough to just say what he thought with them. Maybe that was a deciding factor in why Tony blurted out that he wanted both of them, inside him simultaneously. Word Count: 3658

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Heroes (II)

Part 2 : Dying

Here comes part 2 of my Heroes series! I know I had planned 2 parts… but it turned out longer than I thought, so it'll be three parts long!

I hope you all like this.

Gif not mine

Word Count : 4727

"RUN!"

Your voice came out in a shout without you even noticing. You were just too scared now. Too much adrenaline running through your veins for you to think clearly, too much fear making your heart tremble…

You grabbed Will by the arm and pulled him towards the inside of the gymnasium.

A shiver ran up your spine at the sound of the monster roaring, the high-pitched noise feeling like it pierced your eardrums…

Next to you, Will let out a panicked sob, following you now.

You closed the door behind the child, somehow struggling to manage to bring the pieces of metal together. You hurried across the room, looking all around you.

You needed to find a weapon. Or a place to hide.

Both you and Will jumped as you heard some strange noise behind you, but when you looked towards the door, it was still closed.

You could hear the beast running in the corridor and shouting. You guessed this other noise was just your mind playing tricks on you.

You looked around you again…

A weapon, a weapon, a weapon…

The loud shout of the beast again.

Your eyes roamed across the room but you couldn't find any idea.

A weapon, a weapon, a weapon…

You thought about what Steve told you a few months after you were back at Hawkins. He was so scarred that anything could happen to you again. He taught you how to fight.

"And I'm giving you this too," Steve said with a bright smile, handing you a baseball bat.

"What am I supposed to do with this?"

"Defend yourself. If you have to."

"Steve… nothing is going to happen to me…"

"You can't be sure of that… nothing is certain anymore. I…"

His voice seemed to break, and when you looked up at him, his eyes were filled with tears.

"I thought you would always be here, Y/N. Always by my side. But then you disappeared. And… it made me realize… perhaps there's not enough time after all…"

You frowned hard, barely recognizing your best friend at this instant. He seemed… too wise… but it only lasted for an instant.

"Come on, now, you lazy arse," he shook himself, getting behind you and closing his hands upon yours to hold the bat with you. "I'll show you."

"I can swing one of those things," you defended yourself.

"Yeah, I believe you. If you're as good at it as you are at throwing the ball…"

You stamped on his foot on purpose, but not hard enough to hurt him too much. He still dramatically shouted.

"Hey! What was that for? Jealous, are we now?"

"Just annoyed, Harrington."

"Let me teach you, you stubborn moron."

You chuckled, but let him guide your movements anyway.

"Okay, that's easy, Y/N. First, you aim. You look straight at what you want to hit. Then, you try to guess its movements, based on its speed, on its direction, on the way it moves. And finally, you swing."

He guided your body, forcing you to follow his movements. And your two body being so close to each other made your heart beat unrhythmically.

You didn't know yet by then that his heart reacted the same way though.

"Understood, smartass?"

"Got it."

You didn't reply using one of the playful insults you constantly used for each other. He felt something changing between the two of you. Something in the air. Something… electric.

He struggled to swallow back the lump in his throat, and blushed hard, suddenly letting go of you and shyly taking a step back.

"You're alright, Steve?" you asked softly, frowning at his reaction.

"Yeah," he nodded, letting out a breath he didn't even know he was holding. "I'm fine."

"Are you sure? You're… acting strange."

He bit his lip, hesitation tearing his soul apart.

You felt better. He knew you did. Your smiles finally reached your beautiful eyes and made them sparkle again. Perhaps you were healed enough by now… and he was so tired of waiting…

"I… You're my best friend, you know?" he whispered.

You smiled.

"You're my best friend too, Steve."

"Are you… are you free on Friday?"

You nodded.

"Sure, would you like to do something?"

"Yeah… what about we… go… somewhere… on a date?"

He had uttered the last three words in a hurry, as if he had pulled on a thorn.

"You… what?!" you asked, taken aback.

Surely, you hadn't heard him right.

"Would you like to go on a date with me?" he asked again.

"A…date?"

"Yeah."

"You… you want to go on a date with me?!"

"Yeah, I do."

You remained speechless, struggling to breathe.

"Y/N? Can you say something?" he breathed, nervously running a hand through his hair. "Cause you're freaking me out, right now."

"I… I never thought you… saw me like… that."

He gave you a sad smile.

"Yeah, well… I'm not the cleverest guy, right? But then you disappeared and it made me realize… so many things, Y/N."

He shifted his weight from one foot to the other.

"I like you… not like a friend at all."

You smiled.

"You're a moron," you whispered, tears in your eyes.

"Can't argue with that," he smiled. "But I'd love to be your moron… if you want me to be."

You nodded slowly, tears threatening more and more to escape your eyes.

"I… I feel the same," you whispered, your voice barely loud enough for Steve to catch your words.

His heart skipped a beat, his smile turning into a grin.

"You do?"

You nodded, letting him hold your hands in his.

"You should have told me," he breathed.

"You didn't either."

"But you said it yourself, I'm a moron."

You both chuckled, until he brushed a strand of your hair behind your ear, making you blush fiercely.

"You're cute when you blush," he smirked.

"Really?" you joked.

"Really."

His fingers moved through your hair to the side of your face, before cupping your cheek. He leaned down towards you, his brown eyes travelling between your gaze and your lips, but you were interrupted by the sound of a child's voice…

"Steve! Have you asked her out yet?!"

Steve cursed under his breath, blushing fiercely, and you laughed at the sight.

"Shut the fuck up, shithead!" he replied, turning towards Dustin, who happened to be passing by just at the right moment down your street.

"Hi, Y/N!" the boy waved at you, ignoring his friend.

"Hello, Dustin!" you waved back.

"So, did he ask you?"

"Yeah, he did."

"Awesome!"

"What the hell do you think you're doing, dickhead?" Steve protested. "Jesus… You're ruining the moment!"

Dustin opened his mouth to reply, but you merely laughed.

"No, he's not," you shook your head.

Steve raised an eyebrow.

"He is."

"No, he's not."

"He just screamed when I was about to… you know…"

"Getting shy, Harrington?"

You exchanged a bright smile.

"Kiss you. I was about to kiss you, Y/L/N."

"What are you waiting for then?"

He leaned down again, his lips barely brushing against yours. His breath on your lips made shivers run through your body in a delightful way. He leaned even further…

The sound of claws against the metallic doors snapped you out of the sweet memory. Instead of the sunny afternoon you remembered, white pollens surrounded you. It was all dark, and grey…

The sound pierced the gymnasium again. Will hid behind you, crying once more.

You wished Steve was there…

But you took a deep breath, bracing yourself. You were still looking for the same thing.

A weapon.

And this memory with Steve was the key… or at least, you hoped so. You turned around, pulling Will with you once more. You hurried towards the back of the gymnasium, whispering prayers as you went.

"A bat… a bat… for Christ's sake…"

You searched through some cupboards, you searched through every locker you could open. There were objects in there, just not the one you were looking for…

And then you finally found one.

"Thank God…" you breathed. "Steve, I love you."

"We need to hide, Y/N!" Will urged you, and you nodded.

Judging by the noises that came from the main door, the monster had almost managed to walk in.

"There!" you pointed at the changing rooms.

You both hurried towards the room, closing the door behind you. You took some benches, struggling to push them across the room and to throw them against the door, hoping it would slow the beast down.

You looked around you, but there was no other way to get out of this hiding place you had trapped yourselves into. Will held tightly on you again, and you protectively wrapped an arm around him as well.

"We stay silent, buddy. Okay?" you whispered.

The sound of claws and teeth tearing metal apart stopped.

Will merely nodded. Both of you kept on staring at the door. Waiting…

Waiting…

You could hear paws hitting the ground, a loud breath…

Several minutes passed this way, both you and Will standing still, your backs against the wall, holding on each other tightly, your bat at the ready.

But then…

…a shadow passed before the door.

You could see it slipping on the floor, the darkness passing under the door just enough to be seen…

You stopped breathing altogether, too afraid to let out a single sound. You closed your eyes for a few seconds…

Hell, you wished Steve was here…

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��"Y/N!"

You had just shouted at Will to run, before dragging him towards the gymnasium. You seemed terrified, both you and Will…

"Alright, Hopper is coming. You're lucky, he was near the school, he should be here in no time," the teacher walked back into the corridor, frowning at the sight of the children running to the gymnasium. "You can't stay here…"

But Dustin planted himself before the man.

"Sir, with all due respect, this is a case of extreme emergency," the boy told the teacher, his tone extremely serious. "Our friends here are not well, it is our duty to support them and try to help them. I'm certain that the police will soon be here and handle the situation with much more helpful hands than you could. So, please, just let us handle the situation for now, as we wait for reinforcements. Thank you for your cooperation, sir."

The man was left speechless before the child speaking like this to him.

By then, you had locked yourself and Will inside the gymnasium.

"For God's sake!" Steve cursed, trying to open the door. "Fuck! Fuck this fucking… bloody…!"

He heaved a sigh of relief when the doorknob finally turned and he opened the door, stepping into the gymnasium once more.

Will was hiding behind your shaking frame. You turned towards the door as if you had heard something, but when Steve and the three boys hurried to you, you were still looking through them.

"Y/N! You need to come back!" Steve went on, trying to bring you back to reality again, holding your face in his calloused hands. "Babe, please!"

"It's not working," Mike shook his head.

"Well, do you have a better idea, Mr. Know-It-All?" Steve replied.

But Mike remained silent.

"Yeah, that's what I thought."

But Steve knew the boy was right. He couldn't bring you back, not this way at least. You were too far gone…

"Lucas," Steve commanded, turning towards the boy but keeping a hand pressed against your cheek to cup your face, "go wait for Hopper outside."

"I'm not leaving him!" the child protested.

But Steve waved his finger at the boy.

"Now, you do as I say, shithead. I'm the one in charge here. Got it? You need to bring Hopper here as fast as you can. If you wait for him outside, he won't have to look for us. We'll earn some time. So now, you move your arse and you do as I say!"

Lucas slowly nodded, walking back to the corridor.

"What do we do?" Dustin asked, looking up to Steve.

But the young man had no clue…

He stared at you for a moment. You seemed less scared now, he could recognize this look you wore when you were deep in thought.

"Baby," he called softly this time.

You relaxed even more, and as he stroked softly your cheekbone with his thumb, he couldn't help but hope that it was because of him.

He leaned closer to you, resting his forehead against yours, his voice just a whisper.

"I know you can overcome this. Come on, babe. You've got to come back…"

But you started, horror back in your eyes, and Steve took a step back.

"What do we do?" Dustin urged him.

"We follow them."

"We need to bring them back!" Mike protested.

"I don't know how! Got it, dipshit?!"

Steve ran a hand through his hair, and nor Mike nor Dustin missed that his hand was shaking.

"I don't know how," he repeated. "So, we follow them, and eventually, we'll manage to help… somehow."

"So… you have no plan at all," Dustin nodded.

"Well, go ahead and find something then!"

While Steve and the children were bickering, you had run across the gymnasium. They looked at you as you seemed to look for something, mumbling under your breath, until you found a… baseball bat…

"She's in trouble," Steve breathed.

"Yeah, they're stuck in… somewhere!" Mike nodded.

But Steve shook his head.

"I taught her how to use one of those to defend herself," he breathed.

"Thank God…" you sighed in relief. "Steve, I love you."

"They're in deep shit…" Steve whispered under his breath.

"But… I thought that the Demogorgon was dead," Mike frowned.

"Perhaps there was not only one of those. Perhaps there are more in the Upside Down," Dusting replied.

"We need to hide, Y/N!" Will urged you, and you nodded.

At the same time, the door of the gymnasium opened again, and Hopper and Lucas hurried towards the little group.

"What's going on?" the police officer asked in a hurry.

"They're back there," Steve answered.

"And we think that they may be there," Dustin nodded.

"What do you mean by that?" Hopper frowned.

"Y/N keeps on saying that her visions are not just illusions. That it's not in her head, not really," Steve explained.

"We think that a part of them is back in the Upside Down," Lucas nodded.

"We've tried everything," Steve went on. "We've tried to shake them, to call them, to shout at them, to touch them… but they're not here…"

You hurried with Will inside the changing rooms, and closed the doors again. They hurried inside, trying to get through even if you were starting to push benches against the doors, as to block them.

"What are they doing?" Hopper breathed, already knowing the answer to his question, but hoping he was wrong.

"Hiding," Mike breathed.

"They're in danger, we… have to find something," Steve shook his head.

Hopper strode towards Will and you as you pressed yourselves against the wall.

"Kid! Come on!"

He seized you and tried to shake you, but you were still lost in your trance.

"We tried that already," Dustin shook his head.

Both you and Will stopped breathing. You closed your eyes, terrified, holding Will against you.

You and Will both let out a little shout all of a sudden.

"Get behind me," you ordered, Will scooting behind you.

You held the bat with both your hands, apparently thinking fast. But then, you turned to the boy again.

"Hide over there! In the showers!" you ordered. "I'll hold this thing off. While it's busy fighting me, you run away."

"I can't leave you."

"Will, do as I say, buddy. I'm not giving you a choice. Don't worry, I'll just knock it out, and will be right behind you."

"Y/N! That's a shitty idea!" Steve protested, striding by your side.

His heart was rushing under his ribs, his mind running wild, thoughts bumping into one another but he couldn't think of anything…

You pushed Will away, and the boy finally obeyed, hiding behind the corner of the wall.

You raised the bat before you, just like Steve had taught you.

You were staring straight through him, your eyes fixed on the door behind him.

You clenched your jaw, bracing yourself.

And your eyes grew wide…

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"Get behind me," you ordered.

The boy next to you slipped in the small space between you and the wall.

You held the bat with both hands, thinking as fast as you could. This thing would surely kill you. There was no place to run or hide anymore.

It was attacking the doors of the changing room…

But Will still had a chance.

"Hide over there! In the showers!" you ordered. "I'll hold this thing off. While it's busy fighting me, you run away."

"I can't leave you."

"Will, do as I say, buddy. I'm not giving you a choice. Don't worry, I'll just knock it out, and will be right behind you."

You pushed Will away, and the boy finally obeyed, hiding behind the corner of the wall.

You raised the bat before you, just like Steve had taught you.

You remembered the scene one more time, you could even hear Steve's voice in your head.

First, you aim. You look straight at what you want to hit.

You stared at the door before you, claws now tearing the metal apart slowly. The shouts were louder and louder as the beast broke more and more through the door.

Your heart was beating faster and faster. You wondered how the organ could take such a rhythm, why it didn't stop out of exhaustion. But it kept on going faster, on the contrary.

You could now see the claws that were barely visible before. And the monster's head soon appeared…

Just a few seconds, and it would pass the door…

It struggled through the hole it had torn into the metallic surface, but stumbled on the pack of benches you had thrown against the doors.

You took a deep breath, trying your best to avoid this tidal wave of fear to paralyze you.

Then, you try to guess its movements, based on its speed, on its direction, on the way it moves.

You followed the beast, the bat travelling before you from left to right while the monster slowly managed to overcome the obstacles you had set upon its path.

You could feel tears wetting your eyes, but you refrained them, preventing them from blurring your sight… you didn't need that right now, you needed… to stay calm, and follow Steve's advices.

The beast jumped to the ground and turned to you, its face opening in four parts, revealing several lines of fangs…

You saw its muscles tensing, as it prepared itself to jump, and then… then it jumped…

And finally, you swing.

The bat hit the monster hard in the chest, sending it flying against the nearby wall.

"NOW WILL!"

The boy hurried to the door, pushing the benches aside in a hurry.

Before you had time to hit the monster again, Will had disappeared.

You swung your bat against the beast another time, but instead of hitting its stomach, the monster planted its sharp teeth inside the wood and snapped it out of your hands.

You staggered backward, hearing the bat fall onto the ground a few meters away.

And before you could think of another plan, the monster was back on its paws.

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"Watch out!"

Steve pulled Hopper farther away from you, just in time to avoid the police officer to be hit by the bat you held.

"NOW WILL!"

The boy sprinted outside, and you turned towards the nearby wall.

"She's attacked!" Dustin shouted. "Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god…"

Mike and Lucas had followed Will outside, but Dusting had remained behind. Steve seemed so scared, Dustin didn't have the heart to leave him alone to deal with you. Although now, Dustin was starting to seriously panic.

"What do we do to get her back?!" Steve turned to Hopper.

But he seemed just as clueless as Steve, and the young man turned to you again.

He grabbed your shoulders tightly.

"Y/N! COME BACK!"

He had to let go of you when you raised your bat again though, but the weapon didn't fully finish its swing. It was stopped somehow, and the eyes of Hopper, Steve and Dustin grew round as they witnessed the wooden bat slowly being torn apart, shreds of woods falling to the ground, as if something was… eating it…

It flew across the room as you let go, but they could all see that you had not thrown it away, something else had.

You backed away, terror painted all over your face as you became paler and paler by the second…

You let out a shout, as you fell backwards, apparently pushing something away from you, moaning and shouting and crying by now, tears streaming down your face…

You were kicking and struggling against an enemy that was invisible to Steve. He knelt down beside you, trying to pass his hand through the space where the creature should have been, but his fingers met nothing but void. There was nothing he could do…

"Y/N!" he shouted, desperate by now.

He rested his hands onto your shoulders to try to shake you one more time, but he froze, his fingers meeting something warm and sticky…

When he looked at this hand, it was covered with blood.

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You fell backward against the cold ground. Your hands flew up to push away the monster, trying to keep its large mouth away from you. You tried to kick it as well.

But you couldn't avoid the claws for long.

You shouted as they brushed against your shoulder just enough to tear through your skin. You could feel something warm flowing down your arm, and you knew you were bleeding.

This was bad.

You had no weapon whatsoever, and there was no doubt that this creature was stronger than you. You had nails and tiny teeth when it wore claws and fangs…

You were crying by now, struggling into a fight you knew you couldn't win. But you couldn't just give up.

Steve's face formed in your mind.

You didn't want to die. You wanted to see him again…

But the paw flew up and then down too quickly for you to dodge and then…

Vivid pain

Breathless

Warmth flooding out of you

Your arms weakening

Pain

Breathless

Stinking scent of rotten flesh

Pain

Breathless

Sharp sting on your cheek

Steve's face….

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"KID!"

Hopper was kneeling next to you as well by now.

It was too much for Steve to take, you were bleeding, you were attacked, and he couldn't help, he couldn't… he couldn't save you… all over again…

"Y/N!" he shouted, tears now escaping his eyes and rolling down his cheeks.

"KID!"

They were both trying to shake you. Dustin was crying behind them, not knowing what to do anymore.

He was crying because the truth was, Steve and you were the two people he was looking up to. And now you were about to get killed, and Steve was crumbling.

"Y/N!"

You let out a louder shout than the ones before, closing tightly your eyes.

Steve looked at you with even more fear in his brown eyes, his gaze trying to scan your body. He could hear that your breathing came in short intakes of breath now…

He looked at you, his eyes going down the length of your body. But the wound was not hard to spot.

There was a large circle of blood forming on your T-shirt on your stomach.

He looked at the red liquid damping your shirt with eyes round and a mouth agape.

Hopper slapped you hard, the sharp noise cutting the air all around you, and Steve jumped, looking up at your face again.

He could see the red spot starting to form.

Your eyes fluttered open again.

He bent to meet your gaze, or at least, to try to…

This time, he could have sworn you were looking at his eyes.

"Steve…"

Your voice was just a breath.

You let out a groan, letting your arms fall to your sides.

Giving up…

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You could see him again. His face was probably an illusion created by your mind. But you were thankful to see it anyway, even if the image was not real.

You were going to die. Steve's face was exactly what you wanted as your last sight.

"Steve…"

Your voice came out in a breathy whisper. But you didn't care, you closed your eyes again.

You couldn't feel any weight upon you anymore, you couldn’t feel the monster against your hands. But you guessed that it was still there, above you, but you were too tired to feel it…

You were too tired to fight against it.

You let your arms fall to your sides with a groan.

You wished you could have had more time, there was so much you wanted to achieve in your life, so many things you wanted to share with Steve…

But your hands hit the cold ground.

Giving up.

Your eyelids lifted again. You were certain to have heard Steve's voice. You guessed that was it. You were dead…

But Steve's face was back before your eyes. You noticed tears in his eyes and on his cheeks.

"Y/N!" he seemed to be shouting but his voice sounded like a whisper. "Y/N! Come back! I'm begging you, come back!"

You frowned slightly, staring at him.

"Steve?"

"Y/N! Can you hear me?" the boy asked.

You felt his hands holding your face tenderly.

"I can hear you," you nodded slowly. "Am I dead?"

Steve let out a sob. In years of friendship, you had never seen him cry so hard.

"No, you're not dead, babe," he shook his head.

"This looks bad. We need to take her to Owens," Hopper nodded towards your stomach.

You finally noticed that you were wounded… but you seemed to be back at Hawkins.

You looked up at Steve again with eyes full of fear.

"It was real…"

Steve nodded.

"You're gonna be okay now. You're back with us," Steve reassured you, despite his tightened throat and hoarse voice drenched in tears.

"Steve… don't leave me alone. Please, don't leave me," you whispered.

"I'm not leaving you. I'm staying with you, Y/N. You'll be okay."

"Will?"

But the boy walked back inside the room with his two friends, unharmed. Their eyes grew round at the sight of your bleeding frame, a puddle of the red liquid slowly forming around you.

"Steve," you breathed again.

You felt dizzy, you were losing focus, the sounds were shushed again…

"No, babe! Stay with me!"

But his voice was a mere whisper and you closed your eyes.

"BABE!"

"We need to take her to Owens right away!" Hopper repeated.

Steve nodded, snaking his arms under you.

"I've got her," he shook his head as the police officer made a movement to help him to lift you up.

"You all, go home," Hopper ordered the kids.

"Dr. Owens may need Will's help," Dustin protested.

He was still crying, in silence, but he wasn't ready to give up on you, that was for sure.

"He's right, we're bringing them along," Steve decided.

His tears still streamed down his face, his voice was still hoarse, but he also had a determined expression on his face now.

He was going to save you, no matter what it took.

He strode out of the gymnasium, carrying you carefully in his arms.

You were unconscious by now, and he knew it.

He walked to Hopper's pickup, and Mike opened the door for him. Steve delicately placed you across the passenger seats, before climbing in, resting your head and shoulders on his laps.

The kids all climbed at the back of the pickup, and Hopper started to drive towards Hawkins Lab.

In his arms, you were laying still. No movement. Your breathing irregular and harsh.

He pressed a hand against your wound in an attempt to slow down the bleeding. His other hand came resting on your cheek.

And he just hoped that you would not leave him…

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Project: LBGT Pride Month 2018 — Don’t Turn Away Now

Don't Turn Away Now

Author: @megatraven | (Ao3)

Word Count: 1611

Summary: After a sudden reveal, Chloe must come to terms with the fact that her girlfriend isn't only Ladybug, but Marinette as well.

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Tags: Chlonette, Identity Reveal, Hurt & Comfort

Steam seeps out into the room, escaping the bathroom through the crack beneath its door. Chloe's made some headway in using up all of the hotel's hot water as she sits on the floor of the shower, brows drawn together as she battles with her thoughts.

Her girlfriend, her hero, her best friend, her Ladybug- they were all the same person. And just a few hours ago, when she'd been leaving the school after hiding from an akuma she had accidentally provoked, she found out they were also Marinette Dupain-Cheng.

Marinette Dupain-Cheng, who Chloe had dubbed her rival and mortal enemy when they were just kids. Marinette, who smiled the most infuriating smile when they got in each other's faces, even before they started dating. Marinette, who laughed when Chloe would hurl some silly insults her way before returning them.

Marinette, who Chloe had been smitten for since the first time she spotted her bouncing hair and heard her bubbling laughter.

Water suddenly pours to the ground and slops against the tiled floor as she stands up and walks over to the sink, slapping her hands down on the countertop and staring at her reflection. She pays no mind to the drip, drip, drip of water, but instead looks into her own eyes, wearing her best look of determination.

"You," she starts, pointing an accusatory finger at the mirror, "will not screw this up. You won't decide you're suddenly not good enough just because Ladybug is Marinette. You won't…" She swallows a lump down and stands up straight. "You won't push her away, too."

Giving her reflection a firm nod, she turns around with a whip of her wet hair and turns the shower off, grabbing a towel for herself and to dry the floor and counter- something she only started doing when Ladybug- Marinette- commented on it.

"She knew exactly what she was doing," Chloe mutters, and wraps a towel around her torso, tucking it into itself so it stays up hands-free. She drops the other to the floor and drags it around with her feet, deciding that that's good enough and turning her attention to her hair.

Chloe knows that to maintain healthy and beautiful hair, it had to air dry most of the way. Or, well, that's what Ladybug had told her one day, after she'd been blow drying her hair for more than half of their conversation. Running her fingers through a few times, she sighs, and lets it fall back over her shoulders.

Ladybug… Marinette…

Her heart thumps painfully in her chest and she closes her eyes, feeling her stomach twist over the earlier reveal. She'd been shocked- of course she had been, who wouldn't be? But, in her shock, she'd yelled something she can't even remember before stomping away, not giving Marinette a chance to say anything. The only thing Chloe could remember with startling clarity was the look of hurt on her girlfriend's face.

Hurt that was Chloe's fault.

Would Marinette even want to talk to her after that? That, on top of everything she'd done since the first time they met?

Heat pricks at the corners of her eyes, and it's a fight to hold her tears back as she releases the bathroom's steam into her room and faceplants into her sheets. She wishes Pollen were there with her- the little kwami gave her the best advice, especially when it revolved around her love life. But without her, Chloe had no idea what to do. Apologies weren't exactly her strong suit.

By the time she registers the sound of knocking against her window, she'd practically convinced herself that she'd ruined everything again.

Her body tenses at the tapping of glass, and her head rises from the pillows at breakneck speed. Her heart pounds to the beat of the knocking, drowning out all other sounds as her feet hit the floor in time with her stomach.

Trudging over to the door feels like walking through a swamp of chest-level water, her feet dragging slowly forward and her breathing taking more effort. But she gets there, eventually, and she almost considers walking by, but the frown on Ladybug's face is another twist of the knife in her heart, and it pushes her into opening the door.

"Marinette," she says, holding her head high, even though she hates that she's doing it. She hates it even more when Ladybug winces, and drops her transformation before her, becoming the person addressed despite being one and the same.

"Chloe," Marinette replies, and just stands there, twiddling her fingers and keeping eye contact.

Neither make any move, and the silence stretches an uncomfortably long time, until it grows unbearable and suffocating and they both move forward at the same time, wrapping each other in their arms. Chloe buries her nose in Marinette's hair, and she can finally breathe again. Marinette rests her head in the crook of her neck, and she must flutter her eyes shut, because Chloe can feel a small tickle against her skin.

"I'm sorry," Marinette whispers, the heat of her breath pulling a shiver from Chloe.

"No," Chloe tells her, firm in her opinion. "I shouldn't have reacted so terribly, I shouldn't have left, I-" she pulls away, just enough to be looking into Marinette's eyes- "I'm sorry."

"Chloe-"

"Wait- just let me finish." Taking a deep breath, she takes a moment, appreciates that the silence is lighter than before, and continues. "Look, you, for some reason, chose me to be Queen Bee. And one of the first things I had to learn was how important secret identities are. So I should've… I should've been more understanding."

Marinette watches her as she talks, a small smile finding its way to her face. When Chloe stops talking, she moves her hands up to cup Chloe's face between her hands. It feels so weird without the suit between them, but at the same time, there's never been anything more right.

"It's okay, it wasn't that bad," Marinette lies, and Chloe knows it's a lie because it makes her feel a little better. "I'm just glad I came tonight."

"Me too." Chloe closes the distance between them once more, this time with a kiss, but after such an emotional day, neither has their heart in it. Pulling away, Chloe sets her hand over Marinette's, which still rests on her cheek, and leans into it.

"I don't really want to prolong this," she murmurs," but I also want to say I'm sorry for whatever it was I yelled at you."

"I'm not," Marinette says with a laugh, taking Chloe aback. "It's kind of what gave me the courage to come."

"It is?" She doesn't even try to hide the shock. With a huff, she takes her hand away and crosses her arms. "Well, what'd I say, then?"

Marinette drops a hand to her side, and with her other gestures for Chloe to come close. Her gaze darts from side to side in a dramatic fashion before her hand makes a barrier on the side of her lips furthest from Chloe's ear.

"You said it was unfair that Ladybug just had to be the other girl you were crushing on." She pauses. "Except not in those exact words. And a lot meaner."

Chloe's cheeks grow warm, and a familiar scowl forms. "I've never been mean in my entire life, Marinette Dupain-Cheng."

"Aw, don't be like that, Bourgeois, your mean streak is something I find fascinating," Marinette claims, leaning back in.

Not to be fooled by her girlfriend's antics, she turns on her heel and storms back to her bed. Belatedly, she realizes she's still in a towel, and her cheeks grow even hotter.

"Come on, Chlo. You can't stay mad at the two girls you have a crush, can you?" Marinette calls out to her, closing the door before following after. She sits on the edge of the bed and leans forward until Chloe has to look.

Her shoulders droop a little, but in a way that makes Marinette's smile grow. "You must think you're real special, huh?"

"Maybe, but this isn't about what I think. It's about what you think," she says, and waggles her eyebrows suggestively. Chloe snorts at that and Marinette sidles closer, sobering up a little. "It really is alright, you know." Their knees knock together. "It was… unexpected. And a little rough. But now you know me a little more than anyone else does, and…" Her words seem to dry up, her gaze turning from Chloe's.

Chloe frowns at that- Marinette has never been short on confidence in all the time that she knew her. "What's wrong?" she prompts, taking hold of Marinette's chin and tilting up so they're facing each other.

Marinette's eyes search her own, and she must find what she's looking for because she breathes out a slow breath and straightens up. "Nothing. It was silly."

"Oh, yeah, I'm sure," Chloe mutters, rolling her eyes. "It's not silly if it matters to you. So spill."

"Pushy."

"Stubborn."

"That's fair."

"I am the fairest in the land. But enough trying to distract me." Chloe pokes a finger at Marinette's chest. "Speak."

"Well… I just want to make sure that this is all okay? I mean, you're okay with knowing I'm Ladybug, right? It won't get in the way?" As the words leave her mouth, she falls back against the mattress with a muffled thump.

"Of course I'm okay with it," Chloe answers, laying back beside her. "As for getting in the way…" She intertwines their hands and brings them to her mouth, leaving a kiss on the back of Marinette's.

"Not one bit."

#Marinette #Chloe #marinette dupain cheng #chloe bourgeois #themlgroup #Project: LGBT Pride Month 2018 #miraculous ladybug

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imthepunchlord · 7 years

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Me Rewatching ML: Princess Fragrance

Chat puts hand on LB, LB not in the mood for touch. Since usually Marinette is very physically affectionate and is usually fine being in touch with Chat; I’m guessing he was a real big goof this fight and LB wasn’t in much of the mood for it.

LB comforting the victim, Jean Duparc, a boy that attends Francoise Dupont. He was Magician of Misfortune, first akuma we hear that doesn’t get actual focus, suggesting that there are other akuma battles we haven’t seen.

...Why did he want to make the Eiffel Tower disappear? I suppose it would’ve been the ultimate magic trick? Also, by this, Jean Duparc likes magic, and was likely akumatized because he didn’t have an appreciative crowd or he wound up messing up.

I like that Marinette’s bangs hang down more when wet, it’s a small detail but it’s nice to include.

Tikki is sick from being in the miraculous during the rain. It’s actually really curious since Plagg was exposed to the cold and he seems find, suggesting that between the two, Tikki is a lot more sensitive than Plagg... or maybe delicate would be the better word?

A kwami being sick is serious enough that Tikki is inclined to go Fu, even before Marinette is officially ready to know about the Guardian.

Marinette doesn’t question there’s a kwami doctor. And it escapes her logic that if a doctor can treat kwamis, they probably know what a kwami is.

And by looks of it, I say this happens with lunch at school ending, and Marinette is late to return to lunch. And by the events of PF with Chloe taking Tikki, it’s after school. This gives enough time for the events of PF and for Rose to spend time with Ali with no worry of returning to school. At least I’m guessing.

Tikki is willing to wait till Marinette’s out of school to head to the doctor. I’m guessing this likely is happening not long after Jackady and her parents may still be on guard about Marinette skipping out and Tikki is inclined to avoid that issue.

Ivan sleeps trhough physics.

Prince Ali is hosting a toy fundraiser for a children’s hospital.

PRINCE ALIIIIIIII. Why do you get so little attention my sweet son? There needs to be more Prince Ali, he is so adorable and sweet and precious I love him.

Rose gets watery eyed when talking about her celebrity crush.

Juleka looks amused with Rose’s reactions.

Rose just really wants to let Ali know how much she admires him.

Oooch. That looks like it hurt, and probably wasn’t good for Tikki.

Mendeleiev isn’t amused by Marinette’s lateness. And either Marinette has lied about being locked in the bathroom or she has actually locked herself in the bathroom before... I wouldn’t be surprised.

There are physics formula on Mendeleiev’s lab collar.

Mendeleiev is one of those teachers that notices a lot, locking onto Rose not paying attention in her class and messing with perfume.

Chloe doesn’t like the smell of Rose’s perfume, though that could be her just being mean since I think she has the exact same perfume in her locker (Lady Wifi).

Marinette takes the chance to sneak to her desk. Alya is amused by Marinette’s fib.

Mendeleiev has a shirt covered in formulas.

I wonder how many kids the principle winds up seeing, cause they seem to go to him for the smallest things. Speaking up, drawing in class, not paying attention; and it seems it’s Mendeleiev who usually sends kids. I can only think of once that Bustier sent someone to the principle’s office (Lady Wifi).

Mendeleiev will be quizzing them on lab safety, she was inspired and wanted to do a refresher and see how many students do remember lab safety. Not too bad an idea. A bit of an oh shit quiz though.

Adrien was gone long enough to miss the rest of school. Since Fu healing Tikki didn’t take that long, and Plagg seems much sturdier than Tikki when facing the elements, I think it’s more likely that Adrien was at a shoot. While it is possible Adrien might’ve met Fu, I do think that would’ve gotten focus. Plus, there is the factor that Adrien isn’t ready to meet Fu yet since he doesn’t take heroing as seriously as Marinette. And if Adrien has already met Fu, Plagg would’ve probably suggested to take the book to Fu, just stating that Fu could be trusted with it. But Plagg doesn’t bring up Fu to Adrien at all, so I think Adrien went to a shoot instead of taking care of a sick Plagg, which I think is much rarer for him since he was able to take being frozen and came out fine.

Clever Alya doing her matchmaking.

It doesn’t immediately click in Marinette’s mind that she could be the girl to give Adrien notes for the class(es) he missed. Another instance where Marinette is inclined to keep to her other responsibilities (getting Tikki to a doctor), Alya though wants to see her ship sail. It almost feels like a mom sending her kid out on a mission they’re reluctant to go on.

Tikki is probably regretting agreeing to wait till after school.

Oh hey Justin Extra.

And there she goes.

There they both go, poor Tikki.

Adrien moves in to catch Marinette.

Tikki that’s a creepy face.

This makes me really wonder the kwami texture, how they feel. Does Tikki feel smooth like a ladybug’s shell? Does Plagg have fur? Does Wayzz have scales?

I wonder when Chloe gets Pollen, will she remember Tikki and note the similarities, and remember who wanted to get Tikki back? If there’s a reveal s2, what if the reveal is Chloe learning LB’s identity?

“Prince Ali will forget all about those sick kids.” Godamnit Chloe you are awful. I really, really hope we see you have a hard redemption. I feel you need one.

Chloe and Sabrina sass squad team-up.

Poor Rose. It’s even sadder that she’s just left alone gathering up pieces of the torn letter. Marinette hurries after to get Tikki, and Sabrina just walks away smiling.

Chloe is fully aware that Tikki belongs to Marinette and is enjoying the idea that Marinette won’t ever get her back. I do think she could maybe realize LB’s identity if Pollen does make her think of Tikki.

ROOOOOOOOSE. Her being sad feels like seeing someone kick a puppy. I don’t like it.

I do like that she’s an akuma who likes to sing. And she makes others sing. It’s a cute touch that feels very Rose.

“Chloe doesn’t have any friends.” The doorman doesn’t count Sabrina as Chloe’s friend, despite them hanging out here a lot. Not too surprised, I wouldn’t count them friends either.

Convenient trash is convenient.

Doorman falls for Marinette’s disguise.

“It’s usually sushi.” Sushi confirmed to be Chloe’s favorite dish (she also thinks that’s what Wang Cheng should’ve made in Kung Food).

Chloe refers to pizza as peasant food.

Angry Marinette mutters.

Fragrance refers to herself as an actual princess, and does take time to request to be let in.

PRINCE ALIIIIIIII. My son you’re beautiful. And would really rather be somewhere else.

Ali is excited for fireworks, suggesting that he doesn’t get to see them often.

Ali is still learning French.

The mayor is sad that Ali has a busy schedule and may not have a chance to see the fireworks.

The mayor refers to Chloe has his princess.

Chloe offers her hand for Ali to kiss, something saved for a woman that is above you, and Ali raises a high brow at this gesture. Even his aide looks a little surprised.

Ali counters it with hearty handshake. Can this be how he continues to greet new people? Hearty handshakes?

Chloe eye twitch. Lmao, this isn’t going how she expected. Ali isn’t charmed at all.

Chloe takes a selfie with Ali, something she does with those she deems friends or she likes. This makes me think back to a post that shows selfies between best friends, how Marinette, Alya, Nino, and Adrien all look at the screen together smiling, while Chloe and Sabrina selfie, only Chloe is looking to the screen and not Sabrina, which could symbolize future issues between her and Sabrina (there are issues there). Considering this and how they both stare at the camera, I wonder if it’s a foreshadow of a possible friendship that could form between Chloe and Ali, especially if Chloe winds up loosing Sabrina, and Ali I do feel will come back and probably join their class.

Chloe is horrified to be stinky.

Rose likes having a bit of a flashy entrance.

Ali is baffled and curious to see his first akuma, Chloe presses close to her father who wraps his arms around her.

Plagg likes to hang in the trash bin.

To Plagg, eating Camembert is more important than akuma trouble.

Lmao, even in danger everyone still backs away from Chloe.

Yeeeees, Marinette untransformed facing an akuma. There is no hesitance in her actions, Antibug has backed for Marinette that she is capable in and out of the suit and we see her acting out on that this episode.

The mayor mistakes Marinette for another akuma.

“But he is your father!”

“Who cares!” Damn Chloe.

The butler doesn’t react at all to pink smoke coming in. He is so chill.

Ali’s aide is holding his hand as Fragrane approaches.

Going down a staff is far more dangerous than an akuma, apparently.

Ali and Adrien are going to be ultimate bros, I can feel it.

Ali notices Tikki’s sneeze and is like wtf. Tikki’s oh shit face is beautiful I love it. Ali is very suspicious, eyeballing Tikki.

Ali’s aide has a priority of keeping to Ali’s schedule as much as possible. Chat thinks that’s crazy.

Tikki purposely dropped out of Ali’s pocket to avoid the smoke.

SCOOTER! SCOOT SCOOT.

Fragrance caused a huge accident. Where did all those people go?

Tikki deems LB is more important than her health and LB should go and stop Fragrance. I am curious on what could happen if Marinette did, if Lucky Charm and ML would even still work, or would she have a more limited time?

Tikki shivers. It’s so sad to see.

A gong is involved in healing kwamis, and the phonograph that contains the miraculouses is also playing.

Fu likes to proverb. Marinette is confused by proverb. I want Fu to be like Iroh please! That’d be amazing.

Either the dormant state of the turtle miraculous is a pale turquoise and activated it takes on a more green appearance (possibly), or maybe being a Guardian makes the turtle miraculous unique? Or maybe they don’t have a dormant state down for the turtle miraculous? We do see that the earrings, ring, and brooch have a dormant state, so technically the turtle should too. Either being a Guardian makes it unique, this is the turtle’s dormant state, or it’s just not done yet.

Fu requests Marinette to be quiet, but is the one making small talk. He’s enjoying Marinette trying to keep kwamis a secret from him.

Fu has a balcony garden. Red flowers I’m suspecting to be roses.

Tikki’s tail wags when she sees Marinette.

Miraculouses likely originate in China.

CUDDLES. Another really cute scene between Marinette and Tikki.

Fragrance calls Chat servant.

In Fragrance’s minions, Ali is the only one who isn’t a servant. The rest respond to being servants.

LB knows how to use Chat’s staff.

Cataclysm answers to Chat’s want, and for this, instead of destroying the ship, he caused the system to malfunction and set off the fireworks. This suggest he didn’t rush in with the intent to destroy LB, I thinkt he intent was to cause her transformation to malfunction and force it to drop.

Chat, under the spell, was licking himself clean.

Ali is surprised and curious about Rose, definitely starry eyed to see LB. Actually doesn’t know LB, asking who she is. This suggest that LB and Chat aren’t globally known yet.

LB is aware that Rose is Ali’s fan. I wonder if Rose also talked about Ali to Marinette, though it is something Marinette can easily piece together.

Ali is touched that Rose likes him for how kind he is.

Ali is able to kindly refuse Chloe and is up to go to the children’s hospital with Rose instead.

Rose actually wishes Chloe goodbye. This girl is too pure.

Chloe rages and Ali and Rose are able to enjoy the fireworks together, Ali more excited than Rose by looks of body posture.

#miraculous ladybug #Punch Rewatches ML #Princess Fragrance

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nerdymedzebra · 5 years

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Exercise-Induced Anaphalaxis test.

Ah, irony. Literally the first time IN MY LIFE I have done cardio and not reacted. ENTIRELY different from my cardiac exercise test last year where all the symptoms started up I started blacking out and it took 15 minutes to be able to leave the table the tech dragged me onto when he had to pull me off the treadmill and not almost puke and over a half hour before I was able to leave the waiting room bc I was flat on the floor, legs up, trying to breath and not puke and get the rest of my body able to move again and perhaps be less tomato-red, sweaty, and scary looking.)(they weren't testing me for exercise induced anaphylaxis then, I think I hadn't learned that was a (rare, mast cell related) thing yet either. the tech was looking for weird heart arrhythmia or something and that was it and he didn't know what to do about me.

Probably the most likely cause was that my legs stopped working before It got much chance to start. Like, literally, it was weird, I was totally fine and then all a sudden my RPMs plummeted and they kept telling me to keep going harder and i shouted that I was, but I literally could not make the RPMs even stabilize, they were just tanking. It wasn't that the resistance felt too much, it was just like my legs had suddenly out of nowhere drained of all blood and energy and powered down. It was disconcerting that my body was straight up not responding to me.

They eased me into the exercise SO much (3 minutes sitting on the bike, not pedaling, then pedaling slowly, then pedaling @ around 65 RPMs which felt normal to me (and there felt like no resistance), then 70... with again what felt like only a few seconds of resistance here or there. But then one of the 3 respiratory therapists standing around me told me to stay above 75, and I then realized the test wasn't going to get harder, so I decided to try to keep my RPMs in the 80s/as high as I could... and so suddenly i went hard. I dont know if that just coincided with an increase in resistance or what, but I only lasted about a minute doing that before I got acutely out of breath and my legs started not listening.

The last thing I wanted was to NOT have the exercise-induced anaphylaxis that the ONE time im hooked up to monitors and having my blood drawn and have witnesses. Alas. For the first time in my entire life, I did intense cardio (well, only for a minute or two), and didn't react (tho my lungs burned like a mfer and I was still coughing 15+ minutes later, which does always happen too, but none of the other things did, like tanking BP and skyrocketing HR, extreme gi upset, throat swelling, blacking out.. Not even Flushing which happens first and to an absurd degree (in gym classes my level of redness would always scare my gym teachers)

So now I have to calm my upsetness and then try to figure out HOW this happened. Because, WHAT? I have never been more confused by my body than I am right now.

Was it simply because I only had a minute or two of *real* cardio? I already knew I can ride a bicycle with no resistance (inclines) just fine. But then all the sudden my body was working HARD and then I could only last a minute or two. Perhaps that's why my body didn't really get the chance to start reacting! I remember when i taught my PT the term "interoception" (which is a struggle for most people with Autism) and she mentioned that actually, all her EDS patients seemed to have trouble with that too, we tend to go really hard, not recognizing when something is probably too much for our muscles, then we essentially collapse and are sore and wobbly for days afterwards. Maybe that played into this, too? I just straight up did not have enough legit cardio time.

Or was it bc it was a bike instead of standing? Standing is worse but I have had one of my worst reactions one a bike (tho it was also through freshly cut grass, which I'm allergic too so would have been more susceptible to bc of exercising chemicals, but no grass pollen here now and last month I started reacting on a bike.. Or was I then just having burning lungs like I did today, but since they usually come together i just assumed a full reaction was starting? ). But also if I'm on a flat area I can bike just fine. In gyms if I can set my own pace I can bike at a leisurely pace with little to no resistance and be fine. But Louisville, where I live, has the SMALLEST of inclines on the walk/ride back from downtown to our house, and I can NOT ride my bike on it)

Is it bc I was inside a Drs office and not outside, thus exposed to fewer triggers? But I majorly reacted during the cardiac only exercise test last year in a different hospital!

Is it bc the bike was weird and it was like pedaling on my toes instead of full footed? Is it bc there felt like less resistance than riding a normal bike til the end? It felt way easier than just using a regular bike Is it bc they made me ease into it so slowly my HR didn't feel like it spiked (even a flight of stairs makes it spike!) I did feel that it was just starting a minute before my legs gave out but my legs gave out before it could really show itself. (some people with exercise induced anaphylaxis react to the HR spike itself, tho Idk how they know!)

Was it because the room was the perfect temperature? I apparently have chologenic urticaria to heat (oh, that's why I'm an absurdly red sploychy mess after showers!) and I have to wear a mask in the cold bc it can set me off too. I didn't even start to sweat until a minute before the legs gave out.

Was it because I had fasted all day? Most EIAn is actually good-induced (can have allergic responses to food you're not allergic too when not exercising)? But most days I don't eat anything til dinner and I still react either way. Also, thanks to EDS causing too stretchy stomach and dysfunctional motility it was 530 pm and my stomach still felt full from dinner the day before so I'm not even sure that truly counts as fasting?

Was it some combination of things?

Am I just miraculously cured of this thing which has haunted and traumatized me since elementary school?

Is it just bc its exactly my luck to have THE defining feature of my body for 3 decades just NOT DO THE THING when I finally have the chance to prove it to the doctors!

UGH. According to the research on EIAn, a single exercise challenge is not enough to count EIAn out, particularly since most people with it only react *sometimes* (I seem to be one of the only ones in my support group that react EVERY time that it gets to the point of HR spike/sweat).. but will the immunologist who clearly had no idea what EIAn was know that? I had a bad experience with her last session so I have no desire to meet with her again anyway. Should I just leave it at this? The research also said that most cases of EIAn are diagnosed clinically, just from description of the symptoms and a case history. Should I just bring it up to my new GP when I see her (my AMAZING GP is closing her office this month :'( ) and go about it that way?

Does it really matter to have an "official" diagnosis anyway? It wouldn't change much, though the ONLY treatment that is on record for helping some people, is Xolair shots-- which I already know many MCAS patients get anyway, so do i need to bother with an official diagnosis, or can I just bring up all this stuff to the GP and see if she'll give me the go ahead to try it (though at that point maybe she'd be able to give me the EIAn diagnosis as well, if I just bring in some of the research to show her (It's a rare thing so I doubt most doctors know anything about it on their own).

Anyway... I'm sad and disappointed that the test went this way. I wish it had just been a simple inclined treadmill like at the cardiac exercise test! I didn't even last 5 minutes on that before a full reaction, but they weren't testing my lung function and blood ever minute like they were on this test!

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