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grimreaperschild · 10 months

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bones 2

summary: the group starts to adjust to life, you run into a familiar face on a supply run.

warnings: violence, gore, language if i’ve missed anything lmk

a/n: pls im kinda falling in love w this series 😭 but im exited for what’s to come, hope you guys like the new addition to the group ;) happy reading-🦷

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the first few seconds of waking up are always so blissful, your head tucked into the crook of tara’s neck nuzzling yourself impossibly closer as she raked her hands up your back lovingly, but as soon as you blink the sleep out of your eyes the weight of the say settles itself on your shoulders, digging it’s claws in like some oversized evil bird “good morning sleepyhead” tara’s lips press to the shell of your ear and you snuggle closer, she giggles “you slept in a little today baby everyone’s already awake” you stretch “well everyone’s gonna have to wait for me to brush my teeth” you shuffle around and throw some marvel pj pants on to match your spider-man t when you open the door to your and tara’s room your met with ethan fist raised, he jumped back at the sight of you and opened his mouth to talk you hold your finger up “im brushing my teeth first” he follows you like a lost puppy to the bathroom tara appearing beside you shoving a toothbrush in her mouth and promptly disappearing again.

as soon as your spit hits the basin ethan voice reaches your ears “so i was thinking and there has to be others hauled up in houses i mean if we survived so should other people” you turned the tap, no water great. things are going just great. you push past ethan and into the kitchen in search of your girlfriend she’s stood with sam and mindy, you pick up a pan and spoon and knock them together a couple times “family meeting everyone to there seats” you call thorough the house chuckling as you watch everyone scurry to the living room, it’s been a couple days since the outbreak, a couple days since quin. yesterday you and sam had taken the boards down from her room and thrown her body out the window and you’d all spent the rest of the day cleaning the carpet and making her room as nice as possible, you’d closed the door and boarded it up again out of respect.

you stand in the middle of the room, the coffee table having long been pushed out of the way the only person your missing was anika and you eye the stairs through the door you mentally count to 5 smiling as she rushes down the stairs right on cue “sorry im late sorry guys im here, here” she holds her hands up stepping between people to claim her spot bedside mindy “the waters out sooner than we thought” a collective groan could be heard from the group and you held a hand up to silence them “yes i know, not ideal but we planned for this remember? me chad and sam go scout outside see what it’s like” “im still mad i pulled the short straw if we were measuring dick sizes i wouldn’t have to go out there” “that’s only because me and y/n don’t have dicks, bird brain” you snort and cover your mouth pretending to cough when chad shoots daggers your way “i guess i can’t put this off any longer anyone have any weapon ideas? i atleast wanna be iconic” tara gives you an unimpressed look but you continue on anyway “i was thinking we could hit up the wilderness shop down the way they have guns and stuff good place to loot” sam nods her head “yeah and for the way there i’ve got some climbing gear like picks and stuff” you cock your head to the side “how do i literally live with you and not know we both climb?” her head shoots up “your my sister in law and i don’t know you climb?” excitement lacing her tone “whoa hold your horses im not your sister in law yet” tara gives you another unamused look as sam goes to grab her gear “what do you wanna get married” anika pipes up “i can officiate, chad can be the flower girl” mindy laughs at the statement elbowing her brother in the side “why cant i be a flower girl” liv frowns “because your gonna be the ring bearer” “ethan’s definitely gonna be my best man” ethan’s head shoots up at your words a grin on his face “minds your my maid of honour and sam you can walk me down the isle” “deal” sam agrees having only heard the last end of the conversation.

you grab 2 picks from sam and throw one to chad “let me get out of my pjs and we can go” the light atmosphere turns thick the weight of what’s about to happen, you lean against the door and rest your hands on your knees in out, in, out everything’s ok it’s all gonna be ok you take a shaky breath standing tall, your ashamed to say you jump when you hear 3 soft knocks on the door tara’s head peers in “baby” she breathes and it’s unnaturally soft, it makes you crumble tears cascade down your cheeks “oh, baby” she takes you in her arms “i’ll be waiting for you right here when you get back” she rubs your back softly “when did i become leader” you choke out voice muffled by her neck “i cant do it, why do they all look to me, im not enough” you let yourself cry on her shoulder till there’s nothing left to cry tara whispering sweet nothings in your ear until you pull yourself away turning to get dressed.

when you walk back into the living room dressed in black cargos white t and a light brown knitted jumper tying your hair up in a ponytail chad and sam are waiting shoes already on, you flop onto the sofa as tara brings you your combat boots you tug them off tying the laces tight. “you guys ready?” you look at the faces of the people around you “as i’ll ever be” chad mutters sam nods solemnly in acknowledgement, you stand and make your way to the front door slowly “ethan, liv i want you on door duty, tara mindy i want you on watch” you strain as you move the dresser from the front door you step back and grab your pick as sam unbolts and swings the door open slowly surveying our surroundings “y/n” you turn at the sound of her voice and she presses a soft kiss to your lips your heart flutters at the action “come home, be safe” you allow chad and liv to have there moment before slinging your bag over your shoulders and taking the first steps out the door.

your hands are griping the pick so tight your knuckles are white as the 3 of you make your way down the street towards the hunting store, you’d never seen woodsbrough so deserted some bodys were laying on corners or in the street but you tried not to focus on them as you push on forward, you stifle a laugh as chad bumps into a lamppost while trying to look behind him “good job superman” he rubs his head and shoots you a glare “i don’t see you trying to watch our 6” sam bumps his shoulder “what is this? cod zombies? roger roger” you snort “that’s actually from starwars cod zombies kinda just screech like metal heads” you shudder at the thought “bookie” before anyone can call you a nerd for your starwars comment someone barrels into you knocking you to the floor, you let out a grunt as the person lands an elbow into your stomach effectively winding you “SHIT y/n, fuck i didn’t know it was you im so sorry” the girl stands quickly pulling you to your feet with her.

you stumble into the wall hands falling to your knees pick long forgotten as you suck air in threw your teeth winded for the second time this week it feels like there’s a running theme here. then you look up at your assailant and any air you’d managed to scrape into your lungs was knocked out of you again, amber. my amber, our amber. you blink up at her eyes wild, she was your and tara’s ex of a few months her parents had forced her hand as it “wasn’t normal” or whatever, your thoughts are interrupted as she throws herself into you “tara?” it’s a question you wrap your arms around her “safe, you hurt” you pull away quickly inspecting her “n-“ she’s cut off by chad letting out a yell, you see the brute before she does and you shove her aside diving for your pick in the road, he’s big. easily 6’4 and built he used to be in the biker gang but his leather jacket hangs off him in tatters sam swings her arm back and gets him right in the chest definitely breaking a few ribs by the sound of it she tries to pull her weapon out but it’s stuck he lets out a groan and swings her to the side following quickly as she tumbles to the floor, you make your move while he’s distracted hitting him in the back of the skull, he goes down but you don’t stop 1, 2, 3 hit after hit to his head, brains are smushed onto the pavement and your sprayed with blood as you feel hands on your waist pulling you back “he’s done he’s gone it’s ok” you breath again looking for sam thankfully she’s ok.

the 4 of you make it to the hunters shop with no further incidents sam opens the door for you nodding as you pass by her ok definitely not shaking the title of leader anytime soon better embrace it your eyes land on a hunting knife 7 inches long, Damascus steel with a leather bound hilt you pick it up and it fits your hand like it’s made for you, you smile as you clip it to your belt turning to the pistol rack to choose your gun, gotta pick something iconic you see a revolver not too dissimilar to the one rick in the walking dead has bingo. you silently thank your dad for the shooting lessons he gave you as a young teen clipping the holster to your belt you chuck all the guns and amo in your bag as you can then the gleam of metal catches your eye.

oh, now that, that is iconic overkill? sure but who’s gonna miss out on the chance to carry round a fucking sword you grin as you pick up the roman style sword “really?” you look up to see amber stood with a familiar glint of adoration in her eyes “you telling me i don’t look badass right now freeman?” you smirk as you situate the sword on your hip “im from the fucking roman times, unkillable if you will” she chuckles to herself “you dork” “yeah yeah whatever” she’s armed with a baseball bat and a shotgun good decision. you take a look at everyone, chad is playing with nunchucks and sam is stuffing knifes into her bag “it’s getting dark out, we need to head back ambs you coming with” you wince at the hopefulness in your voice “tar won’t want you out here alone” sam shoots you a knowing look and your eyes fall to the floor “yes. i’ve been in my house alone i was terrified” a pang of sympathy shoots threw you “your safe now, i promise” she holds out her pinky and you interlock it with yours “always?” “always”

oh fuck me. this is going to be the death of me.

#jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega #tara carpenter #tara carpenter x reader #tara carpenter x yn #tara x reader x amber #amber freeman #amber freeman x reader #scream #zombie #zombie apocolypse au #amber x tara

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thetraingotsetonfireonmidnight · 1 year

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IM SORRY I ASK SO MANY MARVEL CROSSOVERS I JUST LOVE THEM.

Bakugou x spiderman reader who doesnt show his face :3

DONT APOLOGIZE, I LOVE THEM

AND I LOVE THIS UGH

𝔅𝔞𝔨𝔲𝔤𝔬𝔲 𝔵 𝔪!𝔰𝔭𝔦𝔡𝔢𝔯-𝔪𝔞𝔫 ℜ𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔢𝔯

Warnings: mentions of death, the reader is kinda an asshole at the end my bad, angst cause I got carried away

Let me start this off by saying that he did NOT mean to fall in love with you.

You had crashed into his room while handling a villain.

The villain of course decided to use Katsuki as a hostage, because he was just there, and your villains never seem to give you a break.

You saved him, thankfully.

You dropped him off at his house, quickly telling him to stay safe as you tried to run off and go change

"WAIT!"

You stopped, worried that the blonde angry guy had been hurt.

No, he just felt the need to go on a long rant about how you didn't save him and how he didn't need your help.

Not everyone in the city liked you exactly, but never once had you saved someone and get this as a response.

You found it entertaining for a moment

You kinda tuned out for the most part

Just more Spider-man slander, the usual that you had to deal with

Until he said

"So that's why you owe me!"

You raised a brow, your cartoonishly huge mask eyes following the movement, "I owe you? I think I repaid you by saving you."

The spikey man scoffed, "Yeah and you destroyed my house. And you were the reason why I was in danger in the first place. If you hadn't crashed into my house like a dumbass, we wouldn't be here!"

You stared at him

Was he being serious???

"So," he continued, "make it up to me by checking out my designs."

"Designs?"

"Yeah. I made...designs...for gadgets. They aren't for you, but I guess you could find them useful."

You did in fact check out his designs.

You soon learned that Katsuki Bakugou, the same man who cursed you out, was an absolute genius who had been designing gadgets for you in hopes you two could partner up some day (though he never would admit it).

You visited him regularly to test out his latest idea, web bombs.

You visited him so often that you often forgot that you were supposed to be a superhero, and he was supposed to be a civillian

You both had grown so close. Equals at this point because he did demand that he'd also become a vigilante.

He also demanded that he'd learn on his own and that he would surpass you.

Bakugou was insane, but you loved that about him.

You loved him in general, you soon realized.

And that was bad.

You couldn't do that.

Using his gadgets was bad enough, but to date him?

You'd be putting him in danger.

You tried to hide how you felt as much as you could.

And thankfully, Bakugou was more of a fighter than a lover, so he made things easier by not reciprocating.

At least that's what you thought.

Until Mr. Tough guy started blushing whenever you got too close.

God forbid you compliment him, then he curses you out.

Other than his embarrassed outbursts, you realized that he was...different around you

He didn't yell as much.

He was calm...it was weird.

You tried to ignore the signs, but you couldn't.

Not when you both had been sitting on his bedroom floor, fixing up a few pieces of equipment that had gotten damaged.

"Why won't you take it off?"

You nearly choked, "Excuse me?"

"The mask. Why won't you take it off? That shit can't be comfortable." He wasn't looking at you, instead focused on fidgeting with his tools. He tried to make it seem like he was fixing it, but he wasn't. You could tell.

"I don't get a date first? Jeez, chivalry really is dead."

"Shut up, I'm being serious." He finally looked at you, with those blood red eyes of his. "How come you won't show me your face?"

You frowned. You knew eventually this would be brought up, you just wished you could stall it a little longer.

"It's too dangerous. You know that, Bakugou-"

"Katsuki. Call me Katsuki, damn it. Stop acting like we're just business partners or something! I know how you feel about me, so why won't you show me who you are?"

You froze in place.

So your worst fears had been true.

Bakugou Katsuki fell for you.

Just as you had fallen for him.

It was a shame that Spider-man couldn't afford to fall.

It was a shame that Spider-man had already promised his commitment to his city.

It was a shame that you had to promise your commitment to the city.

"It's not that simple." You set the tools down and stood up. "It's too dangerous."

"And coming to my house everyday isn't? I don't see you giving me a speech about how a villain could follow you here? My safety isn't what you're worried about!"

Perhaps he was right.

Maybe his safety was a scapegoat.

Something you could blame to avoid the underlying problems you had

But if there was anything you hated more than seeing Bakugou upset,

It would be to see Bakugou dead.

Dead like a past lover who you had stupidly thought you could protect.

"I'm sorry, Bakugou."

You turned around, heading to his window.

You opened it, pausing

You wanted to take it back

But you couldn't

You had to do what was right

Bakugou cursed you out.

That was fine

He had every right to

You'd rather him be mad at you than see him get hurt

So you left

And you hoped he'd forget everything the next time you'd need to get gadget updates.

#bakugou x you #bakugou x male reader #bakugou katuski x reader #bakugou x reader #katsuki bakugou x reader #bnha bakugo katsuki #katsuki x male reader #katsuki x reader #bakugou katsuki #bakugou angst #bakugou headcanons

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80pairsofcrocs · 2 years

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baby scarab || 53

@yikesitskennawrites - Rough idea of a chapter thing (my dude, I just woke up from my post dinner nap so excuse me): Khonshu uses his god powers to kind of play puppet with y/n and make them fight the moonboys for funsies. Y/n has zero control in their actions and the boys don't want to hurt her so when Y/n comes back to reality (because they aren't aware of it, kind of like blacking out and coming to) y/n finds the boys beaten up because they didn't want to lay a hand on her.

I love your series :) <3

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anon - For baby scarab in maybe one of the chapters moonboys found out reader can play guitar or an instrument or like the drums and there all super shocked bc when she lived alone she had some free time to try something diff so she's kinda good

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@r4tch1ld - Khonshu and y/n watching two birds fight over scrap and being like,...who's gonna win?

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A/N : pls read the announcement!!

masterlist - marvel masterlist - series masterlist

A/N : THERE IS NO MORE SCHEDULE, IM SORRY also thank you all sm for the support and requests :)))

please enjoy, and don't be shy if you want to be in the taglist, just ask <3, sorry for the long wait

pairings : steven grant x (platonic)reader, marc spector x (platonic) reader, khonshu x (platonic)reader, jake lockley x (platonic)reader

TW : medicine (pills), spidey stuff, mentions of violence, language, fighting, nothing else really, crack, let me know if i missed anything.

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it was two in the morning.

how do you know that? it's because you're wide awake.

your migraine has ceased, and now you were just bored.

you would get up and go do something but steven had an arm around you since you ended up falling asleep with him.

and tiktok could only do so much before you got too bored of it.

"spiderling! get up" you hear khonshu whisper shout from the now open window.

"why?" you whisper back, looking back to steven to make sure he was still asleep.

"your friends are quarreling" he leaves back to what you assumed was the roof.

you roll your eyes and look to steven, who was still sound asleep.

you decide you follow khonshu, so you carefully move stevens arm from around you, replacing yourself with a pillow.

you slip out of the bed and watch as steven cuddled a bit deeper into the pillow, making you smile.

making your way to the open window, you start hearing crows cawing at each other.

that makes you smile even wider.

you peek out the window and shoot a web up the brick wall outside, slipping out of the window and pulling yourself up to the edge of the short wall.

you pull yourself over the roofs edge, seeing khonshu perched on one of the huge vents and looking down at something that you can't see yet.

you curiously and quietly approach to see that khonshu was looking down at two crows.

and they were fighting over what looked like half a slice of pizza.

you chuckled, alerting khonshu of your presence. he jumped when he realized you were there.

"still a damn shadow" he mumbles and moves over so that you could crawl up to sit next to him on the vent.

"yeah, love you too buddy" you deadpan, watching the crows fight over the food.

it only takes another three seconds for you to talk again. "who do you thinks gonna win?" you ask khonshu and he tilts his head and hums.

"the one on the right" he decides, and you nod.

"yeah i had my bets on him too. his names charlie" you start. "the other one is elden" you add, and khonshu nods.

the two of you sit in silence, watching the crows until khonshu is the one to break the silence.

"i have a question" he states and you look to him to urge him to continue.

"it was many moons ago but.. i saw something when you and your parents were flailing about in the water" he begins to explain, and you make a face at the wording.

"yeah? what was it?" you ask, getting the idea of what he was trying to say.

he was referring to when you and your parents went to the beach.

"it's about you" he continues as you furrow your brows. "i noticed.. scars. on your back. i'm surprised none of the idiots said anything with how attached they are to you" he finishes and you take a breath.

"..how many did you see?" you question hesitantly.

"four"

"shit" you mutter. "did you tell them?" khonshu doesn't move or answer you verbally, but just by the way he was staring at you gave you your answer.

"khonshu i know you want to help but i really didn't want them to know about those" you start and he looks back down at the birds.

"i didn't want to explain how i got them yet" you ended quietly.

"then i apologize, child" he says a bit quieter, and you can tell by the tone of his voice that he meant it.

you just sigh tiredly and run a hand down your face. "it's fine" you mumble and you both go back to watching the crows.

"i'll tell you who wins in the morning. you should go back to bed" khonshu says to you quietly and you look at him in surprise.

"since when do you care if i get sleep?" you question is all seriousness.

"in my defense, you are cranky when you're tired" he says simply and you nod.

"fair enough. i'll see you tomorrow. night" you hop off the vent and make your way to the edge of the roof, ready to jump back in through the window.

"sleep well, little spector" is the last thing he says before you disappear back into the apartment.

you close the window after you get back inside, to see that steven was awake, and patiently waiting for you.

"i'm sorry, khonshu wanted to show me something" you apologize and steven gives you a tight lipped smile.

"that's alright, just try to get back to sleep" he says in a hushed voice and you nod, laying back down to have steven bring the blankets up to your chin, pressing a light kiss to your head before laying back down himself.

now that's what you would call an under reaction.

if this was marc, he would've lightly scolded you then order you to get back to bed, and steven would've given you some kind of lecture.

but this time he didn't, and you had no clue as to why.

do you just went back to sleep, half expecting to get a lecture in the morning.

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"you need your sleep, kid it's non negotiable" marc shakes his head at your pouting figure.

instead of steven, it was marc. which is so much worse since he doesn't sugarcoat anything.

"well my crows were fighting. and khonshu even said that charlie won" you argue and marc raises an eyebrow at you.

"y/n i'm not joking around" marc says sternly and you look down at your lap, fidgeting with your fingers.

"you need to get at least 8 hours-"

"8 hours? marc-"

"don't interrupt me. you think we don't notice every time you leave, but we do. and we always trust you to come back but you need a better sleep schedule now that schools starting soon" he explains and your eyes widen at the last part.

"school? it's already the end of august?" you ask and marc nods.

"shit" you mumble, which earns you a stern look from marc.

"as i was saying" he begins again. "that also means no more arachnid" you scoff.

"that's not fair" you whine and he just shakes his head.

"i know but you have to finish high school, this is your senior year it's the most important" he reasons and your eyes drift to the open window across from where you were both sitting at the kitchen table.

"don't even think about it" you hear jake warn and you sigh, looking away from it.

"oh please, just let the girl be" khonshu makes himself known.

"no, idiot. this is to make sure she has a shot at a normal life" marc defends himself.

"no. she's going to be bored now" khonshu argues back and looks towards you with determination.

"and if you can't see that this is what she really wants to do then i'll do it for her" he stalks over to you, making you get up from your seat in alarm, marc coming towards the both of you as well.

"khonshu wait-" you hold our your arm towards him to stop his movements.

he just sighs. "i apologize little spector, you won't feel a single thing" he rushes in saying, moving to poke you in the center of the chest with the tip of the crescent on his stick.

nothing seemed to happen after that.

or so you thought.

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third pov

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y/n raises an eyebrow at khonshu, as nothing happened when he poked her with his stick.

marc let out a breath of relief until y/n froze in place, her eyes glowing a bright white for a second before her suit formed onto her.

marc panicked, causing jake to front out of habit.

"khonshu what in the absolute fuck is wrong with you?!" steven exclaims from where he was watching in the mirror hanging next to jake.

khonshu only answered by making y/ns head tilt to the left, right before making her shoot a web out at jake, sticking his arm to the wall.

y/n was in a dream like state, not able to control her own body.

and another thing, she wouldn't be able to remember anything that happened while khonshu played puppet with her.

jake easily ripped his arm from the wall the moment y/n started towards him.

jake wasn't stupid, he knew what khonshu was doing.

now, the bird was planning on fighting them. but only in the way that y/n would.

he dug through her brain to see what kind of fighting moves she used, so all he was really doing was using her body for things she has already done.

khonshu in all honesty wanted to help. he was always stuck up and quite frankly a cranky bitch, but seeing as marc was being unfair he had to do something.

and he knew that not a single one of his avatars and would ever lay a hand on y/n.

even if she was attacking him.

and he keeps being proved right.

she was swinging at jake every moment she could, while he just blocked her fists and tried to lead her away from anything that could possibly hurt her.

but the kick to the shin followed by a punch to the nose made them all finally surrender.

jake had a hand up to block y/n from going any further to which khonshu gave up his short control on the girl.

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second pov

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you blink a few times in confusion, trying to remember when you walked across the room and asked khonshu for your suit.

and that's when you noticed the man in front of you, with a now bleeding nose with a hand out towards you in defense.

you gasp at the sight, your hood and mask disappearing from your face as your eyes widen at the scene.

jake put his hand down, noticing how it seemed like you were back.

"oh my god- what just happened?!" you cover your mouth with both of your hands after seeing the blood drip from jakes nose and onto his shirt.

you rush to the kitchen to get a small towel and running it under water before going back to jake who was now just sitting on the floor.

he didn't know how to explain what had just happened, so he simply stayed quiet while you sat down on the floor as well, adjusting yourself so that you were sitting comfortably on his lap.

after getting all the blood cleaned up, you were just holding the towel to his nose to stop the bleeding.

"i just blacked out and now i'm in my suit, can one of you explain?" you ask into the air and jake sighs, bringing a hand up to brush a strand of hair from your face.

"to put it simple, that bonehead possessed you and you may have broken my nose" he shrugs and tears gather in your eyes.

"i did that..?" you trail off and jakes eyes widen before moving to comfort you.

he needed to stop you from crying, basically.

one time you were upset about god knows what, and jake happened to be the one fronting.

you cried into his chest for like an hour while he just stood there not knowing what to do exactly.

that was more stevens thing. comforting you, that is.

jake tried his best, he's still learning how to 'parent' and all that.

"princesa, it's not your fault. it's khonshus, and i can barely feel it" he shrugs and you see his eyes wander all over your face until furrowing his brows at something.

"and it appears that your nose is still broken too" he points out.

shit.

"what? no it's not" you wave him off.

you completely forgot you broke your nose when your dads almost died.

that night that you murdered that man in cold blood.

shaking your head, you get rid of the memory and keep the towel pressed against jakes nose.

"what did i do?" you try to change the subject, and jake just guides your hand down, taking the towel off his face.

"nothing, just let me fix your nose, hm?" he offers and you frantically shake your head.

"it's fine- i really don't-" jake holds your face still and puts a hand up in surrender.

"listen, i'd rather hurl myself off a building than hurt a single pelo en tu bonita cabeza" he assures you and you just sigh.

"is it gonna hurt though?" you ask and he simply doesn't answer, moving both of his hands to clasp them together over your nose, making sure you weren't going to move to much.

"you ready?" jake asks and you just squeeze your eyes shut, giving him his answer.

"alright, i'll do it on the count of tres" he starts and you tense up.

"uno" he squeezes your nose a bit tighter.

"dos" and then there's a sting and a sickening 'crack' before jake takes his hands away from you.

your eyes watered as you gaped at jake who had an unapologetic look on his face.

"you said on three! you ass!" you exclaim, getting off of him while he just chuckles, staying on the floor until steven decides to take over to get up himself and follow after you.

you were in the bathroom, poking at your now non crooked nose, and seeing steven walk in behind you.

"tell jake he's a bitch" you wipe your watery eyes, as you see jake shake his head in the mirror.

"jake can hear you" he says and you chuckle.

"here, how about we forget about all this and go to town, how's that sound?" steven offers and you nod.

"sounds great, just give me five minutes" you nod to yourself.

~~~

you and steven left the building ten minutes later, due to marc taking over the body and having to fix their own nose before going out.

they couldn't believe they forgot to bring up the fact you'd broken your nose days before.

and now, you and steven were walking contently down the sidewalk, just browsing at all the items in the windows.

and it was one that caught your eye, a f/c guitar sitting brand new in the window.

steven noticed how you halted in your steps for a moment, so he guided you inside without a word.

"steven wait-" you started before seeing all the different instruments inside the shop.

steven simply smiled and followed you as you wandered towards where the guitars were.

you were lost in your own little world as you just stared ahead, running your fingers along the base of one of the guitars that are set up for anyone to use.

"you play?" steven asks when you turn back to him and you nod with a smile.

"i had a lot of free time" you shrug and he nods.

"can we see?" steven questions and you make a face.

"i don't know.." you trial off and you hear both marc and jake start complaining.

"oh come on, we didn't even know you played" marc starts.

"si, why didn't you tell us?"

"because it's embarrassing" you mutter and steven just shakes his head.

"no it's not, is anything it's impressive" he assures you and you just sigh.

he darts his eyes from the guitar to you, so you roll your eyes picking it up and sitting down on the empty chair next to it.

there was a small container or guitar pics on the table next to the guitar stand, so you just waited a second as steven moved a chair over next to you.

you were only doing this because there was literally nobody else in the shop, only the cashier who was listening to music with airpods.

steven had a small smile on his face, watching as you adjusted the guitar so that your arm was resting comfortably, so that you could play whenever you wanted to.

you just decided to play the beginning of 'sweet child o' mine', just in a more quiet and mellow way.

steven watched in amazement as you expertly moved your fingers, holding down the correct strings at the right times, marc and jake staying quiet as to not distract you.

you finished it up after a second and put the guitar back on the stand, and the pic back in the container like you never even picked it up in the first place.

"oh sweetheart, that was amazing" steven helps you up, giving you a quick side hug and a smile.

"thank you" you murmur.

"no really, we had no idea" marc breaths out.

"well, now you do" you shrug and keep looking around with steven.

"is there anything else you're hiding from us?" marc asks dramatically, referring to the instruments in the shop.

you just give steven a look, knowing marc could see it.

"maybe" is all you say before moving on to walk forward again.

the day started rocky and ended the opposite.

marc and you decided you can only be arachnid if you aren't failing any of your classes once school starts, and if you promised to be careful.

oh, and also only on weekends.

being arachnid meant you had to get at least 7 hours of sleep each night, no exceptions or excuses.

you agreed of course, especially because khonshu took over your body and broke jakes nose with it.

he was fighting for you, i guess so it works.

you also had a great time showing your dads that you could in fact play multiple instruments, and they were all very impressed since they had no idea you had even touched one before.

now, you four were all in your little world the whole day.

that means none of you noticed someone following you on the sidewalk and watching you from outside the shop.

that meant you didn't know they also followed you home, and had an entire notebook where they had written every single time you left the apartment.

nobody noticed that they've been watching for a while, not even khonshu.

nobody knew when they were going to strike.

and not even your spidey sense could warn you for what's about to come.

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A/N : omfg im so so sorry it took so long and ITS STILL SHORT

anyways, i hope you liked it and ill see you hopefully in a few days :)) ily all sm

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that-one-weeb-buts-its-the-main · 2 years

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Being Frank Castle's Daughter in Hawkins Pt 6

Gif Caption: Top Gif- Matt Murdock and Frank castle in Marvel's Daredevil, Aka Frank yeets Matt off a boat. Bottom Gif- Steve Harrington eating pringles from Netflix's Strangers Things

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Reader: 17-18 age range | female reader

Characters Mentioned: Frank Castle (MCU), Matt Murdock (MCU), Dinah Madani (MCU) Curtis "Curt" Hoyle (MCU), Karen Page (MCU), Peter Parker (MCU), Foggy Nelson (briefly MCU), Thor Odinsion (briefly MCU), Steve Harrington (ST), Billy Hargrove (ST), Max Mayfeild (ST)

A/n: this was a roller coaster of emotions

Warnings: Max is in the hospital, Neil Hargrove >:( , revenge sweet brutal revenge, also has a chunk of really sad Billy and U

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Let's just say Steve was thinking he was gonna hear "Oh Steve. I love you too." Or an "I love you too bro"

Not a line of compliments back that would cause him to fluster intensely

"I think, you misjudge yourself, you know you're a person, you make mistakes, and you make great choices. I think they stereotype you too much. Ya know? If they took the time to get to know you. They'd actually really like you like I do."

Wait. That's also Super unclear.

Do...do you just really like him? Or do you just really like him?

It's unknown and you're already getting out of the car and you're both walking down a path now

Talking about life and random shit: avoiding the actual topic he needs to talk about you guys reaching the lake

It's beautiful

"Thanks again..ya know for takin' me around." Y/n spoke, "This is a lot more calming than yesterday."

Steve chuckles, "I bet."

Y/n smiled at him "still its nice to see them once in a while."

"Yeah..." he picked up a stone off the floor and walked closer to the lake, skipping it across the water, "I. I've gotta ask you somethin'."

Y/n hummed in response grabbing her own stone and joining him, "what's up?"

"Would you uh, go with me- out." He spoke.

"We're out right now-"

"On a date."

Y/n through the stone across the water, watching it skip farther than Steve's had gone.

"We could go somewhere fancy? Or not." Steve suggested.

"Oh." Y/n spoke looking down at her hands, "Steve...I..."

"No! No its okay we don't have to..." Steve suggested, "yeah we don't have to..."

Y/n looked at him, that look caused his heart to squeeze his face to grow warm.

I don't want to hurt you..." y/n spoke.

"I. I get it. Yeah." Steve answered, "yeah..I don't want to hurt you either...its uh. Chilly. Im gonna go grab my jacket..."

"Wait. Steve." Y/n stopped him, grabbing his wrist, She let his wrist go figuring she had grabbed it too roughly, "Sorry..."

"I just. Im scared."

Steve looked at her concered, "Of me?"

Y/n shook her head: "Of loosing someone....again."

"Hey," Steve started, feet shuffling closer, tips of each others converse touching one another, "Im not going anywhere. I'll follow you where ever you go...Might have to deal with me tailing you like a lost puppy with his mom."

Y/n chuckled, "Im use to people followin me. God I've gotta take you to New York."

He laughed shortly, a smile on face, "Id love to go...with you."

His hand found her cheek, thumb coming out to rub her skin softly. Y/n leaning into the touch the slightest.

"Can...Can I?" He asked softly, "can I kiss you?"

Y/n was quiet for a moment, "...yeah..."

He leaned over as he tilted her head to the side the slightest, allowing him easy access to her lips, his hand falling from her cheek to the side of her neck, her eyes closing as he did so. Letting his lips ghost hers before he pressed his firmly against hers. They stay like that for a moment, before Steve pulls away, Y/n quickly catching his bottom lip in a kiss, pulling him back in to her.

Yep. You and steve harrington kissed

And it was diffrent that the Billy kiss, this one was... heart pounding, and hip grabbing, and well hot

But it was also sweet, you wanted this one to go way off the road of platonic: you didnt even want the word platonic to EXIST

Soon you two had to pull away, and the warmth from the kiss dispursed and the cold of Fall came at you once again

So you both walked to the car

Where you both looked at each other for a short moment and just had to kiss again

He just wants to kiss you, constantly now.

Not that he didn't want to kiss you before

But now that he can? That's all he wants to do, no not wants, needs

"Okay! Haha! Steve!-" Y/n laughed pulling away from him.

"One more. Your just so damn beautiful."

One more kiss as he says and he pulls away to start driving.

He cant stop holding your hand either, or kissing your knuckles especially when your both stopped at a light or at a stop sign

He still contuines to take you around, Hawkins just this time hand in hand

Oh he's so excited!!

He drops you off at the end of the day, still all giddy from earlier

"I'll see you later." Steve spoke.

"See? You mean call?" Y/n protested with a smile.

"I don't mind sneaking through the window. Ya know. For a good night kiss."

"Jesus H. Christ." Y/n rolled her eyes playfully, "i'll see you, Steve."

He smiled leaning over to kiss her softly goodbye, "I'll see you later...babe?"

"Mhm." Y/n grimmanced, "Too cheesey."

He laughed as she got out the car, he watching her walkin in before he drove off.

He's immediately calling Henderson when he comes home, he doesnt care how loud he is or who can hear

"Steve?"

"I got the girl! I got the girl!" He cheered.

"What!? Seriously!? How!?"

"I don't even know! You're going to love her man! I swear! She's the coolest!! Get your little shithead gang together. Icecreams on me!"

Meanwhile, you're eating dinner with Frank, talking over dinner plans when Matt comes along.

You heard it was Curt coming along to see him along with Matt, Madani, and Karen, Foggy is still kinda nervous about Frank in general.

They said they were bringing someone else but didn't say who exactly confusing you

Secret Person? Scott yeah Scott seemed like the type to hide in the back of a truck and pop out and scream he's here.

Could be Kate, but Kate seemed to have worked all the time

Maybe it was Foggy actually coming to see you

You'd give anyone 100 bucks for it to be Natasha

But you seen there's no point in guessing and you both continue making plans

"Are you inviting ya know who?" Y/n asked eating some of the chicken soup in response, "your new friend."

He looked at her with a 'really?' look as she shrugged, "How long that been goin' on?"

Frank messed with his food, "I met her, two, three weeks ago. Somethin like that."

Y/n nodded, drinking some of her soup.

"I didn't want you to find out how you did."

"Eh, doesn't matter to me." She spoke, "As long as your happy...are you happy?"

"Yeah." Frank spoke, "I am."

Y/n smiled, "Good, thought you'd never get a girlfriend, Just like I never thought I'd be sucking faces with Steve Harrington."

"What?"

well if your both coming clean you might as well come out fully

You had been kissing Steve Harrington basically half the day

and he vaguely told you about Joyce Byers, now that you knew her full name, you didn't want all the details anyways

Frank seemed to really like her, and you were really glad he had someone besides you

"Don't let Matt find out though."

"God damn it Y/n."

"What!? oh come on: you guys argued like an old married couple still do I bet."

"You must be dating a lot more than I realize then." Frank joked as Y/n let a playful scoff out.

"Oh so it's like that huh?"

"yeah it is."

you're glad dating has changed either of you, it's hasn't been too long since you guys both started down your separate paths but still you're glad your able to talk to him

you take dishes for the night and then go to bed to read

and then there's knocking on the window

you should just install a door where your window is you swear

Opening it it's Steve.

"hey baby doll." Steve smiled.

"Still real cheesy." Y/n responded leaning on the seal.

"Sweet Cheeks."

"Ew."

"Gum drop."

"No."

"Stud Muffin?"

That one made her laugh as she held out a hand, and helped him climb in.

"Stud Muffin, I like it." Y/n spoke.

Steve rolled his eyes and laughed, "I'll remember that one."

She smiled, his hand holding her check he smiling back.

"you're beautiful you know that-"

He paused in shock, "Hm?"

"is...Is that a knife collection?"

"Hm? Oh yeah!" Y/n smiled pulling away, "you haven't seen it before?"

He shook his head no, he had never actually been in her room.

"I'm thinking the nickname killer may be the best for you." He joked as she smiled.

"I like that one, but I still like Stud Muffin."

He chuckled as Y/n walked over, grabbing his hand, "Don't worry, If i ever use them, I'll watch the hair."

"my god."

"What?"

"your a weirdo."

Y/n laughed, Steve smiling, grabbing her by her arms as they rocked back and forht "My werido."

"yeah?"

"yeah."

He leaned over kissing her softly as she smiled kissing back.

He stayed over for the next hour and a half, you two talking...making out...just a bit tho, just a bit

You told him and invited him to the dinner, and he said he'd gladly come because these people meant a lot to you and he was up to redeem his name after the last dinner

you told him who you're inviting and he rolled his eyes almost, Billy Hargrove, he hated Hargrove but knew somewhere deep down you two were extremely close with one another, plus Max also really liked you

He knew there was something else going on between you two though, you were just, so close; hiding a secret he assumed

Maybe just Billy knew you better: plus he realized Billy had stopped being a massive shit disturber at school and had actually helped in defending you during a fight

So the guys had some redeeming qualities: or was at least starting to gain some in Steve's eyes

"You okay?"

"I'm a fine killer." Steve spoke with a smile, "Lost in how pretty you are."

Y/n smiled looking up at him, her head in his lap, "I don't mind Killer ya know."

"Good, Stud Muffin and Killer."

Y/n laughed, "Yeah..."

"look at the time I should go."

Y/n nodded.

"Alright, Mr.Prince of Hair."

Steve chuckled as she sat up, kissing him softly- but the phone interrupted her. She looked confused as she got up and out of the room answering the wall phone beside her door.

"Hello?"

"Y/n!" Billy spoke, he was frantic, sounded worried even, with a serious tone to his voice,

"Billy?" Y/n answered, "Hey. Hey, What's wrong-"

"I need you to come here now."

"I'm comin', I'm comin'," Y/n spoke quickly hanging up the phone and going back into the room.

"What's wrong?" Steve asked.

"I need you to go home-"

"What No way."

"Go home, Steve." Y/n argued, "Please,"

"We're not done talking about this," Steve argued, before following her out the door, he went to his car, and Y/n took Frank's truck

Fuck you've never been so worried before.

Also, driving over the speed limit? Absolutely you're flying down those long roads to where Billy and Max live.

You swear you could hear the arguing a mile away as you parked and went through the glove box finding Frank's pistol and one of the masks from the previous Adventures of Y/n, Billy, and Max

You had to conceal yourself somehow

And rushed in, the door unlocked and everything.

But Billy was already coming out of the house with Max in his arms, he has a bloody nose and cut across his cheek

"What the fuck?!" He shouted.

"It's me! It's me! What's the problem?!" Y/n demanded lifting up the mask.

"She has a fucking peanut allergy! And the fucker was so drunk he put fucking peanuts in her food! I don't know where he put my keys!"

"Shit!"

You rushed so fast to the truck letting Billy drive, he figured you had at least better medical experience than him.

"Max! Max can you hear me!"

"Can't!" She tried to get out unable to breathe.

"Fuck Billy drive faster!" Y/n shouted, he floored on the gas, and she turned Max on her side.

Soon they were at the hospital and Y/n grabbed Max out the back, rushing into the emergency room and within seconds they took her from you

Luckily within a few hours, they were able to come out to you and say everything's fine now and said they were gonna send her home with EpiPens.

You guys were allowed to see her.

"Hey Max." Y/n spoke with a smile sitting on the bed, "You okay?"

"Y/n?".

"Mhm and-"

She turned her head but didn't see Billy there, and frowned, "Just me...sorry I don't have your best friend Loki here."

She smiled weakly, "what happened?"

"You had an allergic reaction to some peanuts." Y/n spoke, "you're okay now. They wanna keep you for a few more hours though okay?"

Max nodded as Y/n held her hand.

"You know." Y/n spoke, "I was thinking when I see Loki again. I could ask him to take you to Asgaurd for a week."

You tried to entertain Max until the doctors asked you to step back while they did some other test. You told her you'd be back and was gonna get both you a snack

Just to find Billy smoking in the hallway by the vending machine.

"She okay?" Billy asked messing with the pack of cigrattes.

"Yeah. She'll be fine." Y/n told, "Promised her a trip to space seemed to make her happy."

He chuckled but shook as he lifted his cigarette to his lips, Y/n taking it from him.

"She's okay, alright?" Y/n spoke crushing the burning tip before grinding the cigarette and dumping it in the arm length away trash can.

"I was smoking that."

"Its racking you with anxiety." Y/n spoke.

He was silent as she looked at him concered, "You have to say something to someone."

"I did."

"Who?"

"You."

Y/n sighed, "Billy."

"You're a superhero. Fuckin make this go away." Billy spoke looking down, "Just...fuck..."

Pulling another cigarette out he stopped himself, "just make it go away."

"By doing what Billy? You realize how I make shit disappear?" Y/n asked, leaning into him, "I kill people to make shit go away. No Mercy. I torture people Billy. You understand what the means?"

"Don't you get it?" Billy argued, "I don't care. I don't fucking care. He almost killed Max!"

"You have to tell the cops." Y/n spoke in defense, "Or I will."

"You fuckin promised."

"Billy this crosses the line." Y/n argued, "I love you, but what are you gonna let him do? He's gonna get tired of you and move on to her."

He was silent, "hard to swallow?" Y/n asked.

The look in his eye told her so, "then its the truth."

She grabbed the snacks and left Billy to think, on her way back to Max's room she stopped at a payphone dialing the house

"Dad."

"Y/n?"

"Dad I think I gotta put that vest on. Just one last time."

"The hell." Frank spoke, "where the fuck are you?"

"At the hospital." Y/n spoke, "Max's in the hosptial."

"Mayfield?"

"Yeah..." Y/n spoke, "Billy's with me...I can't tell you much more. I promised. But I'm taking on Neil Hargrove either you like it or not."

"I can't stop you can I?"

"No." Y/n spoke, "I'll be clean. I promise."

Frank sighed on the other end of the phone

"You listen to me." Frank ordered, "You do this. And you fuck this up. You fuck up what you worked for. You get that's the consequences of getting caught."

"Yes." Y/n responsed, "I love you."

"I love you too kid."

You went back to Max to sit and chat with her, you told her you had to leave for about an hour and a half but had brought her lots of sweets just in case she got hungry

"You're leaving me here?" Max asked.

"I'm coming back. Don't worry." Y/n smiled, "I always come back."

She nodded, "When it hits 3:30 am. If I'm not back in time, call my house phone okay? My dad will come help."

She nodded Y/n kissing her head as she got up and walked out, leaving in the opposite direction that Billy was sitting in.

You left to Billy's house, house quickly

If the trucks still the same as you hoped pulling up the back seat was some knives you kept on hand.

You left the mask behind and walked to the front door knocking.

"What!!?" Neil answered half assed and drunk as he opened the door, Y/n grabbing him by the shirt and rushing him forward into a wall the heavy door closing behind her.

He sobered up real quick as he tried to grab at her.

"Stop squirming fucking dick!" Y/n shouted throwing him roughly into a small decorative table causing him to fall to the ground, she grabbed him by the back of his shirt dragging him up and against the wall.

"You crazy sum of bitch! You're Frank's daughter-"

Y/n pulled out a knife, "You're gonna shut the fuck up right now."

She pressed the knife to his neck.

"And what you're gonna use that?" He threatened.

"Yeah, I am," Y/n spoke slicing quickly, the knife just passing the first layer of skin on his neck as he squeezed his eyes shut.

"So this is what you're going to do." Y/n ordered, "I'm gonna beat the shit out of you, till you bleed and you're gonna stand here and take it like all the others who have taken it from you. Then. Your gonna call the police station and turn yourself in for child abuse. And you're going to forget we ever had this chat."

"Yeah right you fuckin bitch-" A hard punch sent him to the ground.

"sure. We can play it the hard way," Y/n grabbed him by the back of his head, dragging him into the kitchen the hard tile would hurt the worse as she threw him into the island head first.

Resulting in a splat of blood.

"Does that hurt?" Y/n spoke standing tall above him, "one batch, two batch."

Y/n took a deep sigh cracking her bones: "Penny and Dime"

She returned to the hospital earlier than the time given to Max she smiled as she sat back beside her.

"Look what I brought you!" Y/n cheered, "Comic book based on one of my favorite heroes."

"Venom?" Max asked looking at the cover.

Y/n nodded, "I promise he's a lot nicer in person than on the page."

She smiled, "everything's okay?"

Y/n nodded once again, "Everything's fine Max. I heard they're gonna bring you your stuff in a few and we can leave."

And when the time came Max was released from ER, and Billy was out smoking by the truck.

It was a silent ride, you were taking their house, now that it was safe.

"Max where's your mom?"

"She was spending the night at a friend's house, her friend just had a baby."

Good they were safe and alone for the time being then

You tell Billy his dad won't hurt him. Not for a long time now anyways.

Max gets out first leaving you and Billy in the truck.

"I tried to be the superhero." Y/n told him holding out a pinky.

He looked down at it and linked pinkies with you.

"Thank you."

"Don't thank me yet Hargrove."

And you drove back home in silence.

By the time you get home, it's what? 5? 6 am?

And when you get out: you didn't expect Frank to come rushing out the way he did to check you over.

"Hey. Kid. Jesus." Frank spoke kissing her head holding her close.

"Hey..." She responded holding him tightly.

"You okay?"

Y/n nodded hugging him tighter.

He took you inside, and immediately put you to bed, you needed it

It's one thing to attempt to kill someone but its another when it's personal

Its mentally draining, and you feel like you are on a mental break if you haven't experienced it all ready

"Get some rest. Alright?"

Y/n nodded, "Just. Stay till I fall asleep."

"You got it kid. I'm here."

He stayed with you for a solid hour until you fell asleep, tucking you in

The gang from New York was meant to be there early as well.

So when they arrived,.they were more surprised that you weren't out to greet them

"Where's Y/n?' Matt asked hands mapping out the cabin.

"In her room sleeping."

"You sound on gaurd." Matt explained, "more than usual."

"She went after a Neil Hargrove." Frank suggested.

"So Much for low Profile." Madani spoke, "what he do? Bully her?"

"Nah. She was too set on doing this." Frank answered, "he did somethin' bad."

"Glad to know neither of you changes." Curt spoke greeting Frank with a hug.

"Hi. Uh. Mr. Castle. I'm Peter." He spoke, "Y/n's uh. Good friend."

"I know who you are Parker."

"Right."

Matt knocked on your door, as you got up reluctantly with just a few hours of sleep

"What? OH HOLY SHIT!"

"Hey-"

Y/n hugged Matt quickly happy to see him, he laughed: "Good to see you too."

You've never been so happy to hug someone. And that hug lasted a while. Matts hugs are just, they just feel like home

You were happy to see everyone else

But you man. Your main man. Your partner in crime. Peter Parker was there

"Ah!!!" You shouted

"Ahh! I know!" Peter laughed, the two hugging happily

Your lego buddy is here finally

"Oh and matt!" Y/n cheered leaning into his ear.

"What!? He did what?!" Matt argued, "how dare he cheat on me."

"We were never god damn dating!" Frank shouts from the kitchen.

Y/n laughed, "come on come map out my room!"

You took him by the hand and let Peter follow Matt careful maping out the new area.

"Hey! Is that the alien head thor sent you?" Peter asked, "awesome."

"It makes a good desk lamp."

Matt stopped, "there was a boy in here. Well Boys. They like there hair products."

Y/n laughed, "yeah my friends."

"Wow. You have friends?" Matt joked.

"Jealous?"

He laughed, "extremely."

"Yep." Karen spoke from the doorway, "this is definitely your room."

"For sure." Madani spoke poking her head in, "Im surpised. Seems....alot more mellow than I thought. Was expecting blood and heads-"

She seen the floating alien head in a canister used as a desk light, "I spoke too soon."

Y/n laughed

It was good to catch up with the group, Frank was glad to be able to talk with Curt: they went way back and Karen was someone who showed him compasion

Wonder how that'd turn out when Joyce and Karen met.

Madani was middle ground between you and Frank. She knew her way around both of you in a way

Peter and you were actually normal teens together despite the pairing up when needed.

And Matt. Well Matt just made sense to be paired with you

He understood how you felt, especially about your past.

"Damn these are dark." Y/n spoke Matts glasses on her face she sitting on the couch in the living room.

Matt chuckled, "they are to block out light."

"Right." Y/n spoke, but there was a knock on the door and Y/n got up to answer it, "Hey Hair boy."

"Hey, nice glasses," He smiled, "I wanted...to talk to you about yesterday...oh uh. These are for you."

The flowers were stuck out to her, a bunch of lavender, "last of the season..."

"Thanks." She smiled, walking out the door closing it behind her.

"I...I promised I wouldn't talk about yesterday-"

"I don't care what happened." He explained, "that's not my business. I just want to know are you okay?"

Y/n smiled small and nodded, "Im okay."

"Good." He spoke, "you seemed really worried. And...I'd hate if anything happened to you and I could have helped."

"I'm a big girl Harrington. I can take care of myself."

"I know you can killer." He smiled.

"Come inside and meet everyone."

"Wait there here already?"

"Yeah."

"I look okay?" He asked.

"You look great." Y/n spoke, "Just be you."

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interlacrimas · 3 months

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Love in your blade - chapter 1 the new job

Once you are born a disgrace, you always will be a disgrace. That always been very clear to me. Not even the biggests of the efforts could make me ever be worthy, not even magic itself did…still, I need something for my unneeded survival… even if I am not valuable enough for the mere act of being alive, it is in my unholy nature to beg to live.

I've woken up early, and looked at the ceiling, that was almost falling, falling together with my hope, i've stared at it silently, for at least 10 minutes straight

“Why am I even alive…Is just to remind me of how useless I am? Or do I actually am deserving of anything…” Until i reminded myself, that spending so much time immerse in my own thoughts is a privilege i will never have, I quickly dress up, on my New uniform for my new job, it is way fancier then my other clothes, I was terrified of having to pay for these, i couldn't afford it, even if I save money for 2 years straight, i was relieved at receiving not only the clothes, but free food as well, it's rare for the royalty to show any kindness

I went walking towards the almighty castle, leaving the house 30 minutes before my shift, the long road didn't gave me the luck of eating breakfast before going to work.

Until I was there…“Wow…this is…stunning…! I've never seen something as shiny as that…”

“Could you stop admiring the castle and come to work?” Someone tall yell at me, probably my superior, i just nodded and enter, following them, my job was cleaning that giant building…daily…I can already feel the back pain, but i'm not in the place to wine about it

The hours went quickly as i sweep the place and its most varied corners, making sure each place is clean, i was just hoping i wouldn't get fired in my first day, no one gave me instructions about the place, i've found myself lost many times, why did it need to be so big…is it to make sure we are aware of how inferior we are to them?

It was almost night, and i was on the last floor…finally, the place sure was fancy, the paintings were marvelous, just like if each detail had been discussed and had hard thought about its meaning when suddenly i just felt myself falling down to the stairs, my eyes widen as i felt no control to my body, i already accepted defeat, or i would have a severe injury, or i would broke something i couldn't pay even if i sell my lungs, or, in the best hypothesis, I would die and finally rest for a bit…until i felt my hand being touched, and i wasn't falling anymore

The person holding my sweaty and dirty hands were using fancy clothings, and a crown, my eyes widen at knowing it was the king himself…i was just hoping that if he was going to kill me, that he left me fall, and not take my head out…the king stared at me for a couple of seconds till he says:

“Your eyes are pretty unique, you know?”

I was totally surprised at that comment…that surely wasn't what i expected

“Are they contact lens?”

I've created courage to answer the fancy looking man

“No…its a long story, to summarize…magic”

the man quickly push me back to the ground, as we get closer i take one step back and look at him, sweating a little

“I don't see how someone like you could ever get involved with magic, thought…”

“It didn't make much result with it …your majesty? Im sorry but i'm not aware if you're…like…the king or something?”

“I am, i thought it was Basic knowledge to a citizen of this kingdom"

“When you have almost anything to survive, your priority has nothing to do with the king and his fancy life…”

Crap, I said this out loud…! My head is gone for good…He stared at me and smirked at himself;

“You're very brave to say that to me, peasant.”

Maybe i was being to kind to myself, not only my head is gone…i can already be seen as dead…its the end

“I appreciate that, no one ever talked like that to me, brave idiot”

“Hm…you're welcome? I guess…” i said relieved, at least i will keep my head in place for a little longer

“And about your situation, i will take care of it, you can spend your days here while you work here, you don't need to pay for nothing, is this already a great help?”

My eyes shined, my heart beating faster, as i open my mouth in disbelief, my eyes widen, as i stare at the king himself, offering a room for me to stay, why…? Did I hit the jackpot or something? I couldn't allow myself to question it, its too good to be true…but im fine with beautiful lies, i've seen hope for the first time, i could only say one thing for him, show him how much grateful I was.

"Thank you…thank you so much, your majesty!”

"don't thank me, by the way, i'm assuming you don't know my name, if you had a hard time figuring my position in the kingdom”

“yeah…i really don't know” i said with a shy smile, embarassed

“Fuyuhiko kuzuryuu, and you, who are you, mister commoner?”

“Hajime…hajime hinata.”

“See you again soon, hajime hinata” He left quickly, down to the stairs, and reminded myself i had work to do, i've cleaned the last floor, with a new income about the situation

Maybe everything will be fine after all…

#fuyuhiko kuzuryu #hajime hinata #hajime x fuyuhiko #kuzuhina #super danganronpa 2 #interlacrimas

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Pretty Girl - Coriolanus Snow

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You are the daughter of Dr Volumnia Gaul, previously a close friend (and lover) of Coriolanus Snow. Until one night, a fight with your mother leaves you stranded with nowhere to go but The Snow Penthouse, despite Dr Gaul banning you from contacting Coryo ever again - and you and Coryo agreed to stay away from eachother as you only distracted eachother from your work. Although, what else could you do? Sorry guys, im new to the whole Tumblr thing, this is acc a snippet of my ao3 fanfic - "The Sound of Snow falling", so if you enjoy make sure to check it out :) https://archiveofourown.org/works/51943126/chapters/131348863

For what felt like hours, you sat alone, summer air enough to keep you from a shiver as the day drew along - deciding whether or not it would be socially acceptable to sleep on the central steps, or if your Capitol Influence had already taken a hit when you disappeared for two months. It was uncomfortable, that was evident, the gravelly yet fresh steps scraping at your skin through the thin dress you wore, the matching blazer draped over your shoulders.

They had only built the Gamemaker Hall a couple years ago, following the successes of the 10th and 11th Hunger Games - the Citadel becoming too small of a space for the research conducted, now the affluent marble-coated Hall housing more than enough of the equipment needed to murder 23 children each year. It marvelled you how easily you had broken into the guarded building after Flickerman's Feast - security lacking to a degree you could hardly comprehend, although you guessed the help of your cunning, now ex-friend Snow played a large part in the easy task.

Eyebrows furrowing, you realised the Snow Penthouse was only a few roads away - offering inevitable warmth and comfort that was severely insufficient where you currently sat, though you guessed Coryo wouldn't even open the door to you. Furthermore, you doubted you could possibly manage to stay with him for that long without your feelings for him driving you mad - yet another precaution that would only harden your current situation.

No matter what you told yourself, it did seem incredibly inviting - particularly as your Mother had commanded you to stay away, the rage still absently bubbling at the back of your mind, sourcing a need for defiance. To upset Gaul, that is what you convinced yourself as you stood from the steps and began to amble along the dark roads.

To upset Gaul, as you took the elevator to the top floor of the apartment building.

To upset Gaul, as you knocked gingerly on the door marked 'Snow'.

Cold and sweet, your eyes met his as he pulled the hinge - immediate confusion and somewhat annoyance lacing his expression, your stomach fluttering at even the sight of him.

"What the fuck are you doing here."

His words were impossibly sharp, yet months of knowing him so well assured you that this was the same facade he displayed to every Capitol resident - thick-skinned and hardened, inviting no such disagreement.

"I have nowhere else."

"Your mothers?"

"She sent me away."

Murmuring like a child confessing to their Mother, you watched as a deep sigh overtook his form - a hint of pity behind glassy eyes conveying a spark of hope.

Hesitantly, he let you in, shutting the door behind you as he attempted not to let his eyes fall on you for too long - well aware that if they did, he may just go crazy. Your perfume seemed to fill the air instantly, flooding unfairly into his nostrils as he took a step away to try to regain some control of the situation - his hands bawling to fists as he shoved them far into the pockets of his dark slacks.

'You can sleep in Tigris' old bedroom. She's away studying."

You briefly thanked him, pulling off your blazer and hanging it on the Coathook beside the door. The room you stood in was Grand - expensively decorated with a large dining table stretching across one half, the other with large armchairs and matching sofas placed strategically below a lavish chandelier, all leading to a slim hallway across your gaze.

Coryo began to walk away - you following him like a lost puppy, curious footsteps attempting to map out the large space.

"I'm going to my room. Call if you need something."

Silence.

"Yeah, um, of course."

Silence.

Coriolanus was growing painfully aware of the feeling in his chest as he stood across from you, warmth trickling slowly down his body - only to rest guiltily between his thighs. Fuck, he wanted you so badly - overwhelmingly, all controllingly. He hated himself for it.

Although, that hatred had never stopped him.

He turned with such ferocious yearning you thought he was about to strike you - flinching for a moment before he instead slammed his lips to yours with indescribable hunger, an attempt to drink every moment he missed of you from your lips. It was heavenly.

Reaching a hand to hold his jaw, bringing him closer, he released a breathy gasp into your mouth before pulling you backwards and onto the large dining table with powerful need, a clatter echoing around the room as you slammed against the wood - his heavy form already caged above you. It was hard to breathe, tounges deep in each other's mouths - desperate and starved, relapsing into an addiction that was sickeningly sweet - making you unsure whether the warmth prickling at your skin was pure arousal or the relief of touching him again. Your warmth began to throb as he occasionally relaxed his weight onto you, his spare hand reaching to grab your waist with more strength and force than he had ever touched you before - fingers grasping tight enough to leave a bruise, the pain delicious, forcing muffled moans into the kiss.

Writhing against each other as your bodies grew impatient, time seemed to race, heartbeats thumping so intimately against each other it almost fulfilled every moment you had missed.

"It was cruel of you to come over."

Coryo reprimanded, breath hot in your mouth as he spoke hopelessly into you - however not fazed or truly angry enough to draw his hands away from you, still desperately pawing your sides, sliding your dress up your thighs, mouth growing slick with the now shared saliva. "You don't care to seem too dearly."

The grunt in response seemed to ripple ecstatically along your body, pleasured shivers reaching down to your fingertips - now gently clawing at his back, breath hitching as his hand edged to your thigh, grabbing roughly at the fleshed underside - bare skin against his enough to make your eyes close in ecstasy.

As he pulled you closer, your pelvis brushed his - throbbing cock restrained by his slacks already making your cunt tense around nothing, his curious fingers eventually pulling the skimpy panties you wore down along your legs and onto the floor, his eyes drifting to you arrogantly as he brushed your dampness.

"You're so wet."

Accusingly, he said it - though you were too far in to accept the shame by now, instead rocking your hips closer to his hand in needy request, smirk twitching his pretty mouth. Without warning, he thrust two fingers into you, thumb practicedly playing with your clit, your whole body convulsing at the sudden pressure, back arching against the table with broken moans. He relished it, seeing you a bundled mess under his hands - proud you were his, only his to play with.

Vision beginning to haze from the already strong overwhelming, he continued pistoning his fingers cruelly into your cunt without mercy - some sort of revenge for teasing him so awfully for the past two weeks. Beginning to ease a third finger in, he watched as your eyes widened, looking down to see where his fingers met your pretty cunt.

"You can take it, baby, I know you can."

His words came out strained and gravelly, everything about you driving him to madness as he reached into you deeper, noticing the exact spot that made your eyes roll back in a beautiful lack of control.

"Is that where it is, baby?"

Hitting the same spot, he confirmed, pumping in and out down to his knuckles now - the moment your velvety walls began to tighten making his chest tighten with anticipation - dick pressing painfully against his pants.

You came surprisingly quickly, unable to hold yourself any longer - the touch driving your legs to shiver seemingly uncontrollably as Coryo finger-fucked you through it, prolonging the deep orgasm almost inhumanely. His careful arms hoisted you up as soon as you finished, wrapping your arms around his waist as he carried you to the large, affluent sofa in the other half of the room - placing you on his lap as he sat, eyes trained unforgivingly on your every moment.

Recovering as quickly as you could, you rolled yourself immediately away from his seated form, instead kneeling on the floor between his spread legs - tenting in his trousers fluttering through your already shaky limbs. Glancing up at him for approval, you slowly undid his belt, a smirk spreading across his face as he helped your lightly quivering hands pull away his trousers and underwear, revealing his throbbing cock, tip a deep red and glistening with precum. The night in the cabin, you had hardly seen it in the candlelit dimness, only felt the sheer size, yet now, looking upon him anxiously close - you worried you wouldn't be able to fit it into your mouth. Fuck it, you would try anyway.

Pride beckoned in your eyes as you gently placed your lips against the head of his cock, his neck immediately tensing in an attempt to hide his sharp breaths, your confidence immediately returning alongside a need to please him. You began to swish your tongue over the hotness, healthy hand reaching to stroke the base of his length as the splinted one traced light patterns into his thigh with your nails - savouring the look on his face as he bit his lip - his hand reaching to grab a handful of your hair, a gentle pull every time you made his cock twitch providing you with more then enough will to continue.

Your lips began to burn as you brought your head further down, stretch hitting the back of your throat - tears immediately threatening your eyes - his moans growing more shameless, low groans and gasps music to your ears.

"You feel amazing, fuck-"

He managed, hand bawling to a fist in your hair as you began to bob your head - his eyes screwing shut agonizingly tight.

Swirling your tongue over him, he flinched, muscles contracting - taking his whole cock almost sorely in your mouth, nose brushing the groomed hairs at the base in delectable pride. Staying in that position for longer than he could bare, his hips bucked against you, your own hand sliding along your body to toy with your clit, his breathless strives to hide his moans slickening you further.

His heartbeat became evident in your mouth as you bobbed again, muscles tensing and flinching at every detail in your movement - holding himself back to relish this moment for as long as he possibly could, his hand abruptly pulling your hair as he spilt into your throat, a low growl-like sound escaping his lips as you swallowed the salty thickness.

Eyes glued to you in admiring fondness, he pulled you back onto his lap, finally removing your dress to reveal the pretty tits he had craved to see again, immediately trying to make a mental note of the image - still hazed and fucked-out, yet so desperate for more. That feeling in his chest was still there, stronger and ever, and to him, lust needed to be sorted.

Grip returning to your hips, he gazed at you in an unfocused mess, crazed and fuckdrunk as you unbuttoned his shirt to reveal his muscled torso, immediately kissing your way down his neck as he aligned himself with your burning cunt - lowering your body onto him in a painful stretch that made your legs tense, nails scratching into his skin as you released a cry.

"Come on, baby, breathe through it."

Just as overwhelmed as you, he whispered into your ear, nuzzling against it fondly as you brought yourself off him, then back on, deeper into you this time, tip brushing that spot deep inside you as you stifled a moan. Rolling and grinding yourself against him, you shared frantic and already sensitive breaths, his abs tensing each time you lowered, hips bucking up into you desperately. Coryo's hand snaked back down to your cunt, circling your clit so overwhelmingly you could've passed out.

The eagerness for the other only heightened, the man below you driving his cock into you in perfect unison as you rode off him, pace quickening as the room echoed with pornographic slaps of his balls against your ass, your whimpers and pants contrasted with his low moans, sweat trickling down his forehead and onto yours. You were well aware your hymen was not going to be forgiving tomorrow morning.

The room grew hot with thirst, greediness and lust that only the other brought you, rough movements more frantic than you had been the first night you'd touched each other, overtaken with hungry need. Fluttering around him, you arched your back, leaning your head to the tall ceiling and screwing your eyes tight.

"m'gonna cum-"

You muffled, his grasp firm on your ass, holding tight as he thrust mercilessly into you. "go on, baby, let me see you-"

His hand reached to hold your jaw, tilting your face to lock eyes with him, gaze so intense on the other it held more emotion than your words ever could. A loud gasp erupted from your mouth, face morphing in uncontainable pleasure, coating his cock in your juices as you reached your high - better than any drug, yet more addictive. The extreme tightness paired with that expression on your face only made Coryo orgasm seconds later, gravelly groans filling the air between you as you sat, slumped against each other, dick softening inside you.

Coryo tiredly brought his hand to massage your shoulder as you rested yours against his chest, twirling your hair carefully between his fingers -gentle movements starkly different to the force he had previously impaled you with.

"You pretty, pretty girl."

A shy flutter flushed your cheeks, catching your breath in your throat in an innocent timidness like a girl with a crush - what you supposed you were, now. Every feeling towards him was so thick, suffocating you but in such a beautiful way.

For Snow, that feeling in his chest was yet to disappear - despite fucking you so well, physically unable to continue due to the sheer amount of effort he had ploughed into you with, the so-called lust was still well present. It had to be lust. What else could he possibly have the humane capacity for?

#coriolanus fanfiction #coriolanus smut #coriolanus snow #coriolanus x reader #coriolanus x you #snow lands on top #tom blyth #tbosas #smut

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st4rgzer · 9 months

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SECRET SANTA (charlie tbobaw)

summary: charlie gets overwhelmed after secret santa

genre: fluff and angst

cw: mentions of smoking, kissing? Is that a warning?

a/n: this was requested by the marvelous @iha8you 😘 (sorry its short and sweet babes)

It was charlie’s turn to open his last present, He had already received the suit earlier, but now this was the big one, I found this typewriter at an old thrift shop and immediately thought of charlie. It was hid in a bag and wrapped with a white ribbon, I smiled giddily, excited at the thought of him opening it

“C’mon char, your turn!” I said eagerly, pointing at the brown bag with his name written on it in cursive.

He laughed and gently grabbed the bag, nearly dropping it underestimating the weight of it. He looked around and saw me smiling right at him god im bad at secret santa. Carefully, he pulled out the typewriter, his mouth falling agape.

“I-i” it warmed my heart seeing his smile, he was at a loss of words but Patrick cut him off before he could say anything

“What?? Thats waaay over the price limit” he bickered, flaunting his hand and exagerating his words.

“Who was it?” He looked around scanning our faces, its not like he cared that much but honestly he was a little tipsy and not really thinking straight (haha joke)

“I think thats for charlie to guess” i spoke up, looking over and smiling at him

“Um…i think it’s” he cleared his throat as he sat up, looking around but clearly having a person already in mind “y/n…?” I stood up and clapped a little, a dumb grin on my face.

“Of course it was you” patrick laughed and rolled his eyes amused.

He put the typewriter on the living room table safely and turned to me

“Thank you, y/n” he said softly, his voice was a little above a whisper, I grabbed his hand and squeezed it lightly.

“No problem” i copied his tone, smiling warmly before letting go and sitting back on the carpet along with the others.

“No but, there was a price limit right? I know I’m high right now but I’m not making things up right?” He dragged, rambling on, the others just nodded, they were way too high to care, and they didn’t seem to notice charlie get up, I of course followed him. He went outside in the snow, i stayed quiet, curious as to what he was up to, then he laid down on the snow.

“Charlie! its freezing what are you doing?” I said rubbing my hands together, i stop my pace when I see tears in charlies eyes.

“Hey, hey whats wrong?” I sat next to him on the icy pavement, nearly slipping. I rubbed his back gently, he sniffled and turned to me, his cheeks were rosy pink from the cold, a quiet sob escaped his lips while he tried to talk.

“I…I’ve never had someone love me before, not like you…i dont deserve it…” his breath trembled and I watched the cold air escape his mouth while he talked, I furrowed my eyebrows and shook my head, pulling him into a hug, his head rested on my shoulder soflty, squeezing his eyes tightly. I didnt care if it was -100º, I could’ve stayed here like this forever.

“Of course you deserve it char, you deserve everything” i whispered softly into his ear, not separating from the embrace, his hands wrapped around my waist tightly, it was almost like he was scared to let go.

He lifted his head from my shoulder, his eyes were glossy. I intertwined my fingers with his, we didn’t seem to notice the cold anymore, the warm feeling in my stomach was more than enough to make me forget about the ice underneath us.

“I really want to kiss you” he sighed, trying to not look at my lips, though failing greatly, I let out a breathy laugh and he smiled at me as if i was the only person on the planet, before i could say anything he cupped my cheek and he leaned into me, pressing his lips onto mine, they were as soft as the very snow around us, his other hand moves up under my shirt, lightly placing it on my waist, i winced a little at the sudden cold contact. My hands were tangled in his hair and his movements grew more desperate, our lips moving in a synchronized fashion, melting into eachother. We pulled apart to gasp for air, we were catching our breath and looked at eachother, we laughed at our looks, our lips a swollen mess.

“I love you, y/n”

“I love you too, char”

Best Christmas ever.

Idek why it looped but ig i fixed it 🙄

#charlie the perks of being a wallflower #charlie #emma watson #fic prompt #writing

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vervainium · 8 months

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Well im never quite sure what to tell people I like sometimes, but im more of an anime person. I just finished "Battle after 5 seconds" what im going to assume is an older anime.

My favorite thing of all is pokemon and like crime shows/ghost + parnormal shows n media online. I get hyperfixated really easily......

I spend a lot of my freetime watching youtube and chatting with friends on discord. I'm a little socially awkward though and sometimes can't keep up conversations.

i thought about adding what music i like but i never know what my favorites are since i listen to so many genres at once....

and any other important stuff should be in my carrd bc im a little forgetful..

sorry i was doing homework BUT allow me to introduce myself as well

i haven’t really watched any anime, the most i watched would be avatar the last air bender but beyond that, not me. i was more of a warrior cats girl yk i also fall victim to heavy hyperfixation. i have a tad of the tism so i hook into things with my nails like claws i’m so serious. right now i’m super into ncis and harry potter. ncis and i go way back like we have lore. i want to start reading again idk.

i spend my time drawing or watching movies and homework. school has become a big part of my life rn 😬 it’s getting kind of scary. but when i’m not doing those three things, i hang out with my friends i guess. my only friend actually is townes (i hate her).

i love music, i love instrumental music when i study ummm. i like lana, jeff buckley, the smiths, modest mouse, radio head, WEEZER LMFAO IM A PROUD WEEZER FAN. umm as far as fandoms, you can catch me with my toe in the following pools: game of thrones + house of the dragon, ncis (but only the original), the last of us, both the games and the tv show, teen wolf, harry potter + marauders, marvel and dc if you squint really really hard and you’ll occasionally hear tvdu but really you should just ignore that.

this ending up being longer than i wanted it to be but 😁 hi friend

#vervainium #vervains tad bits #vervains asks #mutuals #vervains mutual!?#that’s crazy #i’m omw to devour my third pumpkin spice crème frap this week #i’m wearing a red sweater #i don’t regret my decisions #thanks bye

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vvolfstare · 10 months

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✪ main ✪ bio ✪ face ✪ muse ✪ wishlist ✪

about:

This is a sideblog, and I follow back from my main @grimmusings. Please direct IMs there, since it's easier for me to keep all my messages on one blog. It's also easier to start interactions with me there, where I regularly post open starters and meme prompts. For a full list of rules and verses, see my main. Honesty hour questions will largely be answered IC and treated as anonymous unless signed by a muse.

All details vary based on verse, but in general I play Bucky based on an MCU timeline with 616 plots/connections added as needed. Specifically, I almost always include his history with Natasha in the Red Room, whether that relationship was romantic or platonic.

wanted connections:

This is by no means a comprehensive list, and I can roll with most muses as far as basic interactions. I’m happy to ship Bucky with other Marvel characters and OCs/fandom crossovers based on chemistry, but unless they’re on my OTP list, they need plotting and interaction first. There is never any pressure to ship with me, even if they’re on my list.

OTPs: Steve Rogers (happy to write and rewrite every AU for my favorite idiots), Natasha Romanoff, Sam Wilson Possible Ships: Natasha Stark, Clint Barton, Brock Rumlow, Matt Murdock, probably most of the Avengers NOTPs: Peggy Carter, Sharon Carter, Howard Stark, Alexander Pierce, MCU Wanda Maximoff (I will play against her, but he thinks of her more like a little sister), MCU Peter Parker (same), most muses who are significantly younger (if he's calling them "kid," he's gone dad-mode, sorry) Family: I have a lot of love for Dad!Bucky and Brother!Bucky, so I'm always happy to play against his canon or OC kids and siblings Other: all Avengers, Kobik, Ian Rogers, Logan Howlett, Howling Commandos

verse specific:

earth-3490: A blip universe in the comics where Steve and Natasha Stark are married, and the Avengers Civil War never happens. Also open to a poly ship with Steve/Toni/Bucky in this verse.

superhusbands: Bucky doesn’t fall from the train in the Alps. Steve catches him, and they go after Red Skull together. They’re both on the Valkyrie when it crashes into the ocean and wake up together seventy years later.

#mobile navigation #welcome

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witchthewriter · 2 years

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Hullo!

I'm the quotev reader that said they'd get a tumblr jsut for the specific writings lol

I've followed, done 5 reblogs & a shout-out I'm pretty sure because i wanted to go all the way with level four!

literally have never requested from a fanfic book before so yk i kinda have to keep going back and forth to see what i need to do. So i'm just going to list stuff off that i see is required and whatnot.

personality: It changes depending on the person but I'm consistentley trying to make people smile and laugh, and I gernerally observe lot's of people, I'm quiet around people I don't know but as soon as you choose to talk to me first I'm going to sound insane.

sexuality: Pansexual! :D

pronouns: She/They

MBTI: ESTP-T

Zodiac Big 3: Aries Sun, Taurus Moon, and Aquarius Rising

Hogwarts House: Slytherin

likes/dislikes: I like wearing hoodies all the time, I love music, I love dying my hair, I don't like people who make fun of things before they try it (please don't kill me because I like pineapple pizza-)

hobbies: Drawing digitally and traditionally, writing fanfics, improv

fandoms: Stranger things, Harry Potter, Marvel (my fav three out of the billions im in)

and just as a little extra thing, my fav characters from the top 3 fandom both boy and girl; ST: Steve "The Hair" Harrington & Robin Buckley, HP: Fred&George Weasly & Luna Lovegood, Marvel: James "Bucky" Buchanan Barnes & Yelena Belova

Want one? Here be the rules 🦋

What each ship has in common:

⋆ Kind-hearted ⋆ Brave ⋆ Loyal ⋆ Fun-loving ⋆ People look up to them

𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬

𝐷𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛

I ship you with Steve Harrington. I think he would be a great match for you - he’s such a charismatic but good natured guy, that you couldn’t help BUT fall for him. The way he would look at you, would make you swoon.

𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠

・Always driving you in his car - you’re like a passenger princess. You’re things are scattered around his car; hair bands, perfumes, receipts, bobby pins etc.

・He lovingly gazes at you, and sometimes it’s weird because it goes for ages. And you’re like, “Steve? Steeeeveeeeee! Stop!”

“Huh? Oh sorry babe, you’re just so amazing.”

・Will be the bf that talks about you to everyone.

“And look at this picture, look how cute she is!”

・Will always be there for you - even if it’s 3 am and he’s fast asleep. You’ll call him and he’ll jump in the car, bleary eyed and pick you up

・SUPER protective of you

“Ugh, no. No way, you are NOT coming with us.”

𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑓𝑎𝑣𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢

You’re determination and ideas. He loves listening to you talk, how you think and what you believe in. You’ve had a lot of discussions that he’s never had before, and he thinks you’re amazing.

𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑏𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑

Robin Buckley! I think you guys would have such awesome conversations, a deep connection and she would see you as family.

𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐏𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫

𝐷𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛

I ship you with George Weasley! I think you would be better suited to the more sensitive twin. He’s more emotionally mature.

𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠

・Not caring about the opinions of other people - especially other Slytherins because they are constantly judging you.

・Always standing up for each other

・Probably getting into trouble, a lot of detention.

・He’s so much taller than you are, so you have to stand on your tippy toes to kiss him

・ Ginny being wary of you at first because you’re a Slytherin, but when you first visited the Burrow, and she actually got to know you- her opinion changed. You were so much more chill than she thought you would be.

𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑓𝑎𝑣𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢

Your good heart. And your humour. Don’t forget about the humour. He loves making you laugh, and you have so many inside jokes. He feels so safe and comfortable around you.

𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑏𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑

Fred Weasley - I mean c’mon. You would totally egg him on and rev him up to do pranks. Sometimes George has to set boundaries because you told Fred how to get into the Slytherin common room. And he had all these pranks ready, especially for Malfoy, but George reminded you that you would get into a lot of trouble if it got out.

𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐥

𝐷𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛

I ship you with Bucky Barnes! I think you would be enamored by his grumpy demeanor, and constantly call him ‘old man.’ He would secretly love it though.

𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠

・Showing him what he’s missed out on - shows, movies, books, social media, the internet etc

・I think he’s more of a homebody and would love to stay home and snuggle. He’s a great cuddler.

・Getting pets together, probably a dog and a cat. And although Bucky initially says he doesn’t like cats, he grows to absolutely adore it.

・You’re the only one that can make Bucky genuinely laugh and smile. It makes you feel like you’ve achieved something great when you do so.

・Bucky and Yelena initally hated each other at first but then started to bond over their past. They would randomly dip in and out of Russian.

𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑓𝑎𝑣𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢

You’re his hope, he just loves you as a whole person. Every part of you brings him joy and it’s like life is worth living with you around.

𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑏𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑

Yelena!!!! She almost like a female version of Bucky, although less grumpy and more gen-z like. She loves doing normal best friend things with you - shopping, movies, sleep overs etc. So Bucky better get used to her, because she’s sticking around.

#ship game #ships #let me ship you

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irl-dogboy · 3 years

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hello clintbucky nation

#clintbucky #winterhawk #clint barton #bucky barnes #first time drawing marvel aside from strange so i apologise if it sucks #idk the logistics of buckys arm and how its attached to his body but sleeping with a metal arm sounds like it SUCKS let him take a break #pov youre me making everything purple and making clints hearing aid obvious and adding stickers to his laptop to emphasise that is Not steve #dogboydraws #idk any other tags #sorry to my other followers im falling into marvel

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reidsnose · 3 years

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Nose Taps (spencer reid x reader)

overview: the newest member of the bau develops a cute secret language with the resident genius

genre: fluff

a/n: this is my first fic so my apologies if its bad lol i tried. also its very short sorry ! but yeah lmk if u like it :)

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From the first day you walked through the doors of the BAU, you were incredibly charming in a unique way. You knew exactly how to talk to everyone, an amazing intuition letting you know just what to do. Spencer's curiosity had fallen on you; he was absolutely enthralled by your entire being.

the first thing that caught his attention was when you hand had accidentally grazed his.

it was a small meaningless gesture as you slipped past him, but he thought about it for weeks afterwards, in a good way. he thought about your smile as you apologized for "bumping into him". he missed the tingles that shot up his arm where your skin met his.

the second thing was much larger, he began to notice your kindness.

on only your second day in the office you stayed late to help hotch with paperwork so he could get home to jack faster. it was not a selfish act to get on his good side, rather an act of complete and utter kindness.

you brought JJ cheetos when she was feeling down because you saw her munching on them on the jet once.

you even got morgan to talk about his feelings for 4 hours one night after something was clearly bothering him. and morgan never talks about his feelings.

though you had just recently met them, you showed them how sweet you were without even trying. and Spencer Reid was no exception.

you stayed attentive to everyone who spoke to you, and when you noticed that people would often interrupt him or brush him off, it didn't sit right with you. after talking to him about it, the two of you developed a system. every time he didn't get to finish his thought, you would tap your nose to show him you noticed and wanted to hear about it later. then, at the end of the day, either in the hotel or on the jet, you would tally up the number of nose taps and he would get to ramble about all of it to you. it wasnt intentionally a secret but it was kept between you two, your little thing.

spencer thought it was the most endearing and kind thing anyone had done for him.

and you ate up every second of it, watching his eyes grow wide and then crinkle at the corners when he grew giddy about a certain statistic or historical story. you didn't understand how anyone could not want to listen to him.

soon, however, the nose taps evolved into something more. a whole little language grew between the two of you.

one nose tap from either party meant "im listening".

two nose taps meant "i have to tell you something".

three meant "i have to tell you asap".

an eyebrow tap meant "this reminded me of you" or "im thinking about you".

so on and so forth.

the team picked up on this little code between the two of you, but couldn't for the life of them understand what it all meant or when it had started. to be fair, they didn't have much time to decode while on cases.

to Spencer, this secret language was his most treasured peice of knowledge. And to you, it was your most treasured secret. and to both, unforgettable.

though Spencer had noticed your striking beauty when he first laid eyes on you, spending tome with you only intensified it. he found himself often marveling at the little details, especially on the jet.

the way your hair fell on your shoulders, the angle of your eyelashes, the blush that graced your cheeks when you laughed, the way you chew on your lip when you're thinking, even the barely noticeable wrinkles you have in your forehead from raising your eyebrows all the time. he was falling helplessly in love with every bit of you.

you did that same to him. admiring the itty bitty bump on the bridge of his nose right above the perfect little button tip, the curls in his hair, the way he puckered up a little as he talked, the way his whole face would crinkle up when he laughed really hard, his eyes squinting so hard they were barely visible. you were falling helplessly in love with every bit of him.

the team had OBVIOUSLY picked up on this, and though they would tease the both of you in private, they didn't dare embarrass you in front of each other. they weren't that sadistic. or so you thought.

one evening at rossis the team decided to have a powerpoint night. everyone chose a funny topic to make a power point and present about.

jj went first, presenting the slideshow titled "ways my clashing aesthetics present themselves through my sons"

next went morgan: "reasons i should be allowed to not wear a shirt under my bullet proof vest".

followed by Rossi who did "list of the fakest Italians weve ever encountered (they cant even pronounce gnocchi)"

after him was prentiss with "things i did while pretending to be dead"

and then hotch who made "ranking the bau from most to least childish"

then you went with "animals i think all of you resemble"

followed by reid who did "top 5 worst hospitals based on jello rating"

and last but not least, garcia. she went with "agents i think should just get married already we are literally not getting any younger"

you all laughed until the slide moved and there was a picture of Spencer and you, asleep on each other on the jet. his arm was wrapped around you protectively as you were cuddled up to his chest. you looked over at spencer who was matching your bright red face.

"y/n and spencer." garcia spoke before clicking to the next slide.

"wow she just cut right to the chase huh," prentiss laughed.

more images that the team had sneakily taken of the two of you riddled the screen.

one of you braiding his hair. one of him wiping frosting on your face from your birthday. on of the two of you mid laugh, mirroring each other exactly. a few more of you two on the jet, on cases, or even out at bars or at rossis with the rest of the team. so many of them and as much as you were embarrassed, you really loved all of those pictures.

"i really dont think i need to explain much, these speak for themselves," garcia chirped.

"i like that one," reid spoke up, pointing to the braiding one. ok so were going about that like this.

"i was just about to say that, but this ones also a close contender," you replied pointing to the frosting one.

"and that my friends, concludes my slide show!" garcia laughed.

"wait seriously? just us?" you laughed.

"yea.." she started, a giddy smile decorating her face. you looked over at Spencer and tapped your nose twice. he did it back but three times, cracking a cheesy grin. "see! and they have their little secret nose code thing! is that not relationship material?"

"you guys noticed?" spencer asked, clearly oblivious.

"duh." rossi joked.

#criminal minds #spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #aaron hotchner #reid #hotch #jj #jennifer jereau #jereau #emily prentiss #prentiss #derek morgan #morgan #penelope garcia #garcia #david rossi #rossi #spencer reid fanfic

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for drabble night- which i am so excited for, by the way!! you're a marvelous writer and one of my top favorite bucky writers- my personal favorite trope is oblivious idiots to lovers (like the love is requited but they're just idiots)

dialogue prompt: “I’m too good for revenge.” “Well I’m not. Give me the gun.” - from anon pairing: bucky x reader word count: 1.4k warnings (provided by @jessalyn-jpeg): idiots to lovers, mutual pining, shouted love confessions, (and warnings from me ->) past torture, descriptions of blood, canon level violence, sorry I made this so dark??? a/n: guess who already broke the 1k rule!!! but hey I loved this one and Im a little sad it's a drabble and not a monster fic. it may not be idiots per say, but definitely two people who love each other who havent admitted it yet and are scared of what it means

A man withered on the ground at your feet, scrambling along the prodding edges of crumbled concrete. Crawling as blood streaked in his wake. This man – this monster – you'd been chasing for weeks was reduced to a helpless, crying mess as you towered over him. His hands shook as they shielded his face, tears streaking over his cheeks. This time, you held the power. You held the leverage. He wasn’t so scary without the table of surgical tools at his disposal – your blood stained upon his hands and a maniacal grin upon his lips.

You didn’t know his name. He was only ever ‘the Doctor’ when you spoke of him in your head. You’d only uttered the phrase once since the team rescued you from his basement two months ago and even then, it had tasted of venom. He haunted you in your sleep, followed you in the shadows of every room, drew screams as he pleased even when he could no longer touch you. Safety was not a luxury you could afford – not after what he’d done to you.

Bucky was your only reprieve. A broken man who had found the pieces of himself again – who had offered pieces of himself to you to soothe the mess you’d become with gauze and tape. It was his arms you woke in when your throat was burning raw, his voice lulling you back to sleep, his hands that had taught you peace again.

Bucky saved what his man destroyed.

“P-please,” the Doctor begged, his trembling hands reaching out for the toe of your boot – like a peasant before a king. You flinched before he could touch you. His back pressed against the wall. There was nowhere else for him to go. You flexed the gun at the end of your grip.

“You ruined me,” you spat, barely able to taste the words as they left your tongue. They did not sound like your own. “You expect me to grant you mercy?”

It only made the man sob harder. He was struggling to breathe – hyperventilating between sobs as his hands curled tight against his chest. Pathetic. Weak. Certainly not the type of man who could orchestrate the kidnapping of an avenger without help. He was sick and twisted and evil down to his bones, but he was not the mastermind behind your abduction. He was the executioner.

“D-don’t kill me,” he whimpered, bowing his forehead to the ground. “Y-you’re an Avenger. You wouldn’t.”

You had every intent to put a bullet through this man’s chest the moment you laid eyes on him again. You’d expected to be afraid, to see the surgical mask over his mouth and the cold, dead look in his eyes. You’d expected him to lunge at you with the scalpel and add to the array of scars he’d drawn upon your body. You’d expected violence from the psychopath you knew him to be.

Instead – you found this trembling, frail man who could not manage the courage to meet your eye. It was only when you were chained and drugged that he felt powerful enough to torture an Avenger. You were disappointed.

“You’re not worth my soul.” Tears welled into your eyes as you stared down the monster who had taken residency within your nightmares. “I’m too good for revenge.”

“Well, I’m not,” Bucky’s voice growled from the edge of the room. He stalked across the floor of the basement, his boots stepping over the stain of dried blood you’d left behind months earlier. His expression was cold, unemotive. The plates of his left arm whirled as he clenched his fist. “Give me the gun.”

Bucky’s hand slid over yours, the gun falling slack in your hand. You parted your lips to tell him that justice was due, that there was still more at play than just the sick mind of the man crumbled at your feet. But the safety was already unlatched and Bucky unloaded the weapon into the Doctor. Blood trailed through the cracks in the floor until they touched your boots. The echo burned into your eardrums.

You gaped, stumbling a few steps back before Bucky could slide the gun back into the holster on your hip. He raised an eyebrow, concerned, but you couldn’t find any air inside your chest. Your gaze flickered back to the Doctor as his body slumped down the wall, sinking into the pool of his own blood. It would stain into the rock amongst your own.

Your stunned stare returned to Bucky as he gently reached a hand towards you. You slapped it away. “Why-- What did you—Why would you do that?”

Bucky stilled, his eyes narrowing. He retracted his hand, genuine confusion upon his features. “Are you serious?”

“We could have brought him in, Bucky!” You threw your arms in the air, pacing over the red stain at the center of the room. “We could have interrogated him! You saw him – he clearly isn’t working alone!”

“We don’t need him, Y/n, we can—”

“He’s a pawn! He deserves a hell of a lot worse than death but we needed him, Bucky!”

“No,” Bucky snapped. His face was growing red, his jaw clenching so tightly the muscle flexed beneath his stubble. “No — that monster should have been shot on sight! I don’t give a shit what he could have been useful for! He got what he deserved!”

“Dammit, Bucky! We’re right back where we started.” You pressed your hands to your eyes. Tears wiped at the edges of your palms – angry, frustrated tears. Helpless tears. A lump burned so terribly in your throat, you thought it might choke you.

“We’re not,” Bucky eased, trying to calm you though his own breathing was labored. “We killed the bastard who took you, Y/n. He’s dead now. He can’t hurt you again. It's a hell of a lot more than we had yesterday.”

“Not when the guy who’s making the calls is still out there!” you cried, shoving away his efforts to reach you, though he kept trying. “We were so close, Bucky! He would have talked!”

“You don’t know that! He could have been manipulating you!"

“He would have rolled over in a second!” you roared, fire and fury and agony coursing through your veins. “And you just—you threw that all away for—what? For revenge?!”

“For you!”

The moment the words left Bucky’s lips he held his breath. His boots carried him several steps back, putting space between you as if it might draw the words back from the air before they could touch you. The anger drained from your body, washing away in a matter of seconds. Bucky exhaled a tensed breath.

“I did it... for you,” Bucky repeated slowly, his voice dangerously quiet. “I couldn’t stand the idea of that monster living another second after what he did to you.”

You swallowed, though your throat was aired dry.

“I can hear you cry at night,” he confessed and your heart clenched. Slowly, Bucky lifted his gaze to you, blue eyes startling through the wash of tears. “I know what he did to you, Y/n. You don’t have to tell me, because I know. I know what it’s like to be stripped of your power, to be helpless. I know what that does to a person. You... You never should have had to know what that feels like, too. It would have lingered over your head, Y/n -- to have that monster in the compound with us. It would have driven you mad. So I did what I had to do. I won’t apologize for that.”

You stared at Bucky, lips parted. “Fury will be pissed.”

You didn’t know why you said that. Perhaps because you were too afraid of what Bucky was really saying – the meaning behind his actions. Why it tortured him to allow this man to live after what he did to you.

Bucky chuckled dryly. “Yeah, I suppose he will.”

Quietly, you inched closer to him, stepping over the wet bloods of crimson as it slithered along the floor. Your arms wrapped around his waist, your head pressing to his chest. Bucky stilled for a moment, surprised, before his arms folded around you. It was warm in his embrace, safe. You listened to the gentle thumping of his heart as a hand circled sweetly over your spine.

And then, so quietly you knew only his advanced hearing could pick up, you muttered, “thank you,” against his chest.

this is your reminder that on drabble night I'm barely reading this over after I write it instead of taking weeks to edit and draft and redraft lol so if there's mistakes or the quality is not on par, that is why

#drabble night #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes drabble

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