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Time & Temptation - Roommates w/ Benefits Pt. 3

Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader

Read parts 1 and 2 first if you haven't!

Summary: Bucky took a bullet for you and your ungrateful attitude is exactly what will help end his unwanted attraction to you, his new roommate. Or at least he thought it would help, until he found out how pretty you look on your knees.

Warnings: profanity, teasing, alcohol consumption, mutual masturbation, hint of a size kink, blood, gunshot wounds, MINORS DNI, 18+!!!

Word Count: 5.7k

A/N: According to @littlemiss-yeehaw, this is the filthiest thing I've ever written. Idk if I agree but it's a lil tiny bit filthy. Sorry for the long wait but I did NOT want to risk half-assing this chapter when I was so focused on getting through the 12 Days of Smut in December. Hope you all enjoy!

Pissed. That’s what you are in this moment, beyond pissed. You’re in the backseat of Sam’s car as he drives you and Bucky through the city, heading back to your apartment complex. He should be heading toward the nearest hospital but of course, the stubborn ass super soldier who you now call your roommate adamantly refused to go to the hospital after being shot.

“If I see so much as one drop of blood on my leather seats...” Sam threatens coldly, shooting Bucky a side-eye from the driver’s seat. You don’t even have to see his face to know that Bucky’s returning the calloused look. You let out an annoyed sigh as you start unbuckling the strap of one of your heels, your shimmery body glitter reflecting the mix of moonlight and streetlights streaming in from the windows. “And you,” Sam says, casting a glance in the rearview mirror and catching your gaze, “don’t get glitter all over my damn car.”

“I’d be getting glitter all over Elias Leveaux’s car right now if Bucky hadn’t inserted himself into my op.” You put extra emphasis on the word my, using the rearview mirror to look at Bucky’s stoic expression. He keeps his eyes trained on the road ahead, refusing to dignify you with even a brief darting of his eyes in your direction. After kicking off your heels and stuffing them in your duffel bag, you reach behind yourself to start undoing the back of your lacey corset top. Though it looks hot as fuck on you, it’s also uncomfortable as fuck and you’re not wearing it for a moment longer than you have to. Your breasts are one more snap away from spilling out of the top when Sam catches Bucky’s gaze drifting to the rearview mirror so briefly that he’s surprised he even noticed it. Sam’s quick to reach a hand up and tilt the mirror to point at the ceiling, shooting Bucky a disapproving look. He would’ve expected a man from Steve’s era to behave a little better than that. “What the hell were the three of you even doing there tonight? This was meant to be a solo op, I didn’t need any more backup than I already had.”

“Right, you’d be safely on your way to Leveaux’s house right now, wouldn’t you? Without a bullet wound in your head or your chest or wherever else?” Bucky seethes, growing more and more tired of your stubbornness. Do you not realize that it was a planned shooting? Someone knew Leveaux was going to be at the club tonight and they plotted it all ahead of time, aiming to either scare him into staying off of the streets of the city or maybe even aiming to kill him. It was going to happen regardless of how much backup you did or didn’t have tonight.

“You know, Bucky, you can’t say shit. You got yourself shot tonight. You should’ve stayed in the club.” As soon as the words leave your lips you feel a tinge of regret settling in the pit of your stomach. He got himself shot protecting you. He shielded you with his own body. He was observant of your surroundings, he saw the dark car slowly coming down the street with its windows halfway down, and his first move was to shove you against the wall and put his body between yours and the danger behind. He likely saved your life, yet you can’t find it within yourself to offer him even a measly thank you. He’s actually a little bit thankful for everything that happened after you left the stage earlier, because he was really starting to wonder how the hell he was going to find enough to dislike about you to keep his cock from getting hard every time you cross paths, which is way too often when you live together. But you acting like this? Acting like he did you a disservice by not only saving you from a hail of gunfire but also by saving you from going home with the most notorious arms dealer in the northern U.S? He thinks this ungrateful attitude of yours might cure him.

When the sound of your last corset fastener snapping open disturbs the short-lived silence in the car, Bucky clenches his teeth together. He wishes you would wait until you were home to change, but he also couldn’t stand knowing that you were sitting there in that fucking black lingerie set with nothing but another man’s coat covering your skin. Maybe he isn’t as cured as he thought.

“You should’ve called me Sam, you should’ve told me that you guys were going to be there tonight.” Your tone is a little softer as you slip on a black Calvin Klein bra and then pull your black sweater from earlier over it.

“Fury didn’t brief us until the last minute, I had no idea it was your op until it was too late to call you. You were already onsite.” Sam explains, trying to diffuse your anger a bit more. You sigh as you slide your black jeans over your legs and begin zipping and buttoning them closed.

“I’ve been waiting to get him alone for months.” You’re sulking. You put so much time and effort into tracking Leveaux’s every move, every hobby, every place he frequents. You know the man inside and out, and you knew this night was your only chance to get what you needed from him. You lift your right hand and massage your temples with your middle finger and thumb, feeling the start of a stress headache coming on.

“You’ll get another chance. He was pretty damn interested in you and what you had to offer.” Sam points out, fixing the rearview mirror back into its proper position and using it to make eye contact with you. He knows you work hard and that you’re good at your job, and he hates to see you so frustrated over one op being blown for reasons that were out of your control. As much as you want to blame Bucky, it wasn’t even his fault. However, you plan to hold a bit of a grudge regardless.

“Answer this one for me, when you were briefed, did Fury tell you that my cover name was the same as my real first name?” You ask, perking up in your seat a bit as you fish around in your bag for your socks. It’s freezing outside and you can barely feel your feet after wearing your heels out in such a low temperature.

“You really think I would’ve blown your cover unintentionally?” Bucky questions, his blue eyes boring into yours in the mirror. Clearly he takes offense at your insinuation. He might’ve inserted himself into your moment with Leveaux on a whim, but he isn’t reckless like you, he knew what he was doing outside the club. He was saving your ass. You stare right back at him, malice lighting your gaze on fire.

“You’re telling me you meant to do it on purpose?”

“Calm down, we knew your cover name was the same as your real name. Your cover wasn’t blown.” Sam interjects, trying his best to stomp out the flames of the fight that’s brewing between you and Bucky. His eyes leave the road for a moment as he casts a glance between the two of you, unable to ignore the growing tension in the car. “What the hell is up with you two? I’ve barely ever seen you guys interact, much less be at each other’s throats like you are right now. Am I missing something?”

“No.” You and Bucky speak the word in unison. The last few minutes of the car ride are taken in silence, no one daring to say another word as you and Bucky stew in your own anger and Sam focuses on avoiding patches of black ice in the road. You’ve almost forgotten that Bucky’s been shot, until you get out of the car in the parking garage and see the sizable, dark red wet patch smeared across the fabric covering his torso. He’s keeping his flesh hand held tight over the area, in an attempt to abate the blood loss. It looks a lot worse than he’s been making it seem, but you’d expect no less from someone so damn stubborn.

It only takes a couple of minutes to make it to your floor of the complex, and as soon as the elevator doors begin sliding open to let you both out, you can feel that urge somewhere deep inside, tugging at your conscience. You’re going to end up breaking out your first aid kit and using it on him. You can’t even argue with yourself, it’s what’s going to happen. It’s inevitable. Fuck your medical background and inherent need to take care of everyone but yourself.

Bucky’s planning to shower the blood off of his skin and maybe throw a couple of bandages over the entrance and exit wounds that he knows he’s sporting. That’s the most that he thinks he’ll need. He’s barely ever needed any more than a little wound cleansing and maybe some gauze here and there, he heals so quickly that first aid always been an unnecessary comfort. As he trails behind you down the hallway, watching the way you fiddle with the set of keys in your right hand, he wonders what you’re thinking now. He imagines you’re probably picturing yourself leaving him standing on the curb as you ride off into the dark of night with Elias Leveaux. Would you really have made it all the way to Leveaux’s house and let him put his hands on you? Would you have let him have you? All for a little bit of intel that you could probably gain in a much safer way? God, Bucky can’t stand you or the way you operate in the field. The next time Fury calls him in on anything related to you, he’s waving a white flag of surrender and saying hell no. He isn’t going to be tasked with sitting on the sidelines to watch as you let some criminal touch your ass and whisper sweet nothings in your ear. Fuck that.

You deftly slide your key into the lock, turning it to the right before pushing the door handle down. When the door swings open, the darkness of your apartment greets you, mingling with an eerie silence. That’s another thing that you and Bucky don’t have in common. You always leave a light on when you go out, whether it’s a table lamp or the light above the stovetop in the kitchen, you hate coming home to darkness. But Bucky never leaves a light on. It’s like he’s allergic to all things cozy and comforting. You’re acutely aware of his presence behind you as you step into the apartment and stop in your tracks when he shuts the door behind you both. It’s dark, too dark. Of course, when you freeze right in front of him, Bucky’s next step sends him crashing into your back, which sends you nearly sprawling to the floor. He reaches out with his vibranium hand and grabs you by the elbow, steadying you quickly before letting go. It only takes him a second to figure out why you’ve stopped short, and he turns around to feel along the wall by the door until he hears the way the scratchy sound of the rough painted wall gives way to the smooth plastic covering of the light switch panel under his metal fingers. When he flicks the living room light on, you let out a breath that you didn’t know you were holding.

Bucky watches as you cross the living room and disappear down the hallway, making a left turn into your bedroom with your duffel bag in tow. Maybe he’s imagining it, but he swears he sees a trail of glitter and being sprinkled across the floor in your wake and cartoon-style steam billowing out of your ears. With you gone, he can finally think without a cloud of anger fogging up his thoughts. His first move is to turn on the lights in the kitchen and fish a cold beer out of the fridge. His second move is to lean back against the edge of the island and take a long sip of said beer as he gauges how much his gunshot wound hurts. Not that much. Listening to you give him shit over nothing was more painful than the bullet he took for you. God, you’re fucking infuriating. As much as he detests your presence here tonight, he still finds himself tuning an ear in your direction. He can hear you rummaging around in your room, presumably searching for something by the sounds of your sighs and various objects sliding across the carpet. For a second, his mind floats back to the first night you moved in. The soft moans and whimpers that fell from your mouth, quiet enough that he had to strain his ears to hear them but loud enough that he was able to fucking memorize them. His grip around the beer bottle tightens as he tries to focus on anything besides those sounds, anything besides the recurrent sighs traveling down the hall right now. What the hell are you even doing in there?

“Take off your shirt.” Your voice sounds out from down the hall, reaching Bucky’s ears and making him do a doubletake.

“Last time you saw me without one you asked why I never wear one.” Bucky points out, now he’s really wondering what you’re doing in your bedroom. He hears your socked feet pattering against the floor of the hallway just before you turn the corner and step into the kitchen. His eyes lock onto yours first, but then they quickly dart down to the compact, army green tactical bag in your hands. He recognizes it in an instant. “I think if I got myself shot, I can handle the wound care on my own, sweetheart.” Bucky throws your earlier words right back in your face. You narrow your eyes at him as you step up to the island and set the first aid bag just a few inches to his right. You’re silent as you unzip it and start pulling out a few supplies you’re sure you’ll need.

“Just take off your shirt and sit your ass on the island.” Your tone is really starting to convey how fed up you are with his shit. He thinks about arguing a little more, but he’s as ready to be done with you tonight as you are with him. He figures the fastest way to get this over with is to let you take a look at his wound and see how fast he’s already healing, and then you’ll leave him alone and you can go your separate ways for the night. So, Bucky turns and sets his now half-empty beer bottle on the island next to the first aid kit before grasping the hem of his shirt and pulling it over his head. He drops it on the floor by your feet, watching with poorly masked amusement as your eyes rake over his toned shoulders, his chest, the rippled muscles of his abs, and then… “God, you should’ve gone to the hospital, Bucky.”

Though the lighting in the kitchen is pretty good, Bucky being so tall casts a shadow over his lower body, making it hard to get an illuminated view of the bullet’s exit wound. Your hand lands on his vibranium shoulder without hesitation and you tug him forward and to the side, urging him to turn around. He complies, gritting his teeth at the feeling of your palm and fingertips brushing over the scars where vibranium meets tortured skin. It doesn’t hurt, in fact, he finds himself annoyed at how soothing your touch feels. He wants this whole thing over with. You lean over to examine the entrance wound on the side of his lower back as Bucky runs a hand through his hair and squeezes his eyes shut. It doesn’t look anywhere near as bad as the exit wound on his frontside, which is exactly what you’d expected. You don’t give Bucky any warning as you swipe a pre-soaked pad of iodine over his wound to clean it. You want to check for bullet fragments, to give him a few stitches and maybe even a shot of a local anesthetic, but you’re sure he’d rather take another bullet than let you do any of that. So, you simply clean the wound and fashion a secure, waterproof bandage over it. When you stand up again and tap his shoulder, he turns back around to face you, looking even more annoyed than before. He doesn’t make a move to sit on the island, so you let out a frustrated sigh as you do the only thing you can think to do, the thing that Bucky wishes you hadn’t done. You sink to your knees in front of him.

You notice the way he draws in a deep breath and casts a displeased glance down at you, his eyes narrowed and brow furrowed, but he doesn’t move a muscle otherwise. You look up at him just for a moment, taking in his cold expression and everything below it…the taut muscles of his chest and abdomen, the way both of his hands are gripping the edge of the countertop, his beer long forgotten with you now on your knees. If you could hear his thoughts, you’d be hearing a chorus of not now, not now, not now as Bucky attempts to rationalize with his already-hardening cock. Bucky decides to give you thirty seconds to finish whatever the hell it is that you’re about to do down there before he pulls you up by your fucking hair. As if you can sense his short fuse, you get to work. Swiping the iodine pad over the significantly messier exit wound and then tearing open a packet of gauze with your teeth. You press a couple of the soft white squares against his still oozing wound and they quickly soak up the fresh blood, soaking through to your fingertips. Bucky’s wondering why you didn’t put on any gloves, aren’t people usually worried about catching some bloodborne illness when they do shit like this? The fact that his blood turning your fingertips red doesn’t even seem to bother you almost turns him on more. God, this is starting to feel a little bit too twisted. Bucky’s flesh hand moves on autopilot, his fingers coming to rest over yours as he applies more pressure to the wound and lets out a soft grunt at the pain. You let him hold your fingers there for a moment and you make the mistake of looking up at him again. Fuck. He can’t handle this. Bucky screws his eyes shut and tilts his head back a little, making sure when he opens his eyes again his only view will be of the ceiling above and not of you on your knees in front of him.

“Are you almost done?” He asks harshly, removing his hand from the top of yours and gripping the edge of the counter once more. You start fashioning another bandage out of gauze and medical tape as soon as his hand leaves yours.

“I would be if you’d sat on the island like I asked you to, you wanted to do this the hard way.” You retort. You can’t seem to get the tape in a good enough position, not with the waistband of his tactical pants in the way, so you take the initiative and curl two fingertips into them before tugging them down an inch. That one inch is enough to reveal the beginning of a v-line and your breath hitches in your throat. You’re suddenly all-too-aware of the compromising position you’re in. Even more than that, you’re aware of something you’d been completely oblivious to just a moment before: Bucky’s hard-on outlined through the fabric of his pants.

You’re frozen for a second too long and when you come to your senses once more, you look up to find Bucky staring down at you, his gaze a little less cold but every bit as intense. You decide that making eye contact with the man that you’re currently non-sexually on your knees for might not be the smartest move, so you’re quick to avert your gaze back to the task at hand. You’re able to get the bandage in the right place just fine after tugging his pants down an inch, and as soon as the tape sticks to his skin you rise to your feet. You’re the only thing standing between Bucky and the short walk to his bedroom door. You’re ready to collect your first aid kit and leave him standing in the kitchen to steep in his anger, but your mind can’t seem to get past the fact that he has a hard-on. He saw you staring at it too, and he simply stood there looking down at you, as if he was waiting to see how you’d respond to it. God, who the hell does he think he is? Crashing your solo op, taking a bullet for you like he’s some all-American hero, and then getting turned on by what? You giving him shit for it all?

Bucky’s waiting a bit impatiently for you to take your leave, for you to gather your medical supplies back into the little tactical bag and disappear into your bedroom for the rest of the night, leaving a trail of body glitter all over the kitchen and hallway. But instead of leaving, you’re standing in front of him, your eyes analyzing every twitch of the muscles along his jaw, every little move he makes with his eyes as he stares right back at you. Your boldness seems to intensify as you stand there taking in the sight of your roommate. You want the last word, and you want it to be something he’ll remember, so he doesn’t go screwing up your hard work ever again.

Leaning into Bucky’s space, you’re met with his intoxicatingly pleasant scent, he smells so uniquely like him. There isn’t any other way to describe it, it’s just Bucky. You brace your hands on the edge of the island on either side of him, your arms brushing against each of his as you rise up on your toes and position your lips so close to his ear that you could stick your tongue out and taste him if you wanted to. Fuck, you kind of want to. The thought only graces your mind for the briefest moment before you let your eyes flutter closed and focus on the anger you still feel bubbling up in your chest.

“Stay the fuck away from my solo ops.” You whisper softly but pointedly. Your bottom lip just barely grazes the shell of his ear as the last word leaves your mouth. That tiny, brief point of physical connection between the two of you is seemingly nothing, yet it sends a spark of electricity from your bottom lip all the way down to your toes.

Bucky’s form is rigid, trapped between you and the island, simultaneously hating and loving the position he’s been placed in. He wishes he only hated it. He wishes he could fist his hand in your hair and angle your head back until your neck is exposed to him like a blank canvas, ready for him to leave his mark. He wishes you would’ve locked yourself in your bedroom the moment you both got to the apartment, not even bothering to fish out your first aid kit and clean up his wounds. He wishes he’d never given you the idea to switch apartments with Vision, and yet, in this moment, his cock is harder than it’s ever been. That’s why when you let go of the island and turn away from Bucky, leaving your first aid kit on the countertop as you take the first step to leave the kitchen, Bucky reaches out and curls his hand tightly around your upper arm, stopping you in your tracks before using his grip to turn you back around to face him. In one swift motion, he tightens his hold even more and pulls you in until your chest is pressed against his and his warm breath is fanning across your face as he looks down at your widened eyes.

“I don’t take orders from people who don’t give a shit if they live or die.” Bucky spits, holding you against him for just a second after he’s spoken his piece, before dropping his hold on your arm and letting you stumble one step back. He expects you to maybe mutter something under your breath before stomping off to your room, annoyed that he didn’t let you have the last word, but you’re every bit as stubborn as he is. Every bit as stubborn and feeling like you have a leg up in the situation since you know what’s currently fighting to escape the confines of his tactical pants. A smirk tugs at the corners of your mouth as your eyes flit from his icy expression down to his waistband that sits right above the outline of his hard-on, and then back up to his eyes once more.

“Right, it’s probably bad form to take professional orders from someone you wanna fuck anyway.” When you say the word fuck, you let your eyes drift down to the front of his pants one final time, ensuring that he knows what led you to your choice of words. Now Bucky returns your smirk. His tongue darts out to wet his bottom lip as he shakes his head at you.

“That’s all adrenaline, sweetheart, nothing else.” His denial is both enraging and laughable. You tsk, closing the distance between the two of you one more time before reaching out with your right hand and letting the tips of your fingers, still tinged red with his blood, tap lightly over the center of his chest. He’s looking down at you, completely unable to force himself to look anywhere else, as you drag those fingers down his bare torso, so lightly that he feels goosebumps forming across the expanse of his skin. Your hand travels lower and lower, over the hills and valleys of his abs, ghosting over his navel, and down the thin trail of hair that leads straight to the thing you can’t stop thinking about. You let your fingertips skim over the fabric of his waistband just barely, just enough to really piss him off, and that’s when Bucky snatches your wrist away, his grip so tight that you’re sure it’ll leave a mark.

“Watch it.” He warns, with his eyes dark and narrowed as he casts you a disapproving yet sinful glance. You feel your bloodflow splitting in two directions, half of it rushing up to color your cheeks and the other have rushing down to pool low in your stomach, sending heat swirling between your legs. You swallow thickly. What the hell? Your body is clearly loving the way he’s talking to you and it’s pissing you off. You’re learning that you’re attracted to men with the unhealthiest of attitudes, and Bucky’s currently rising to the top of the unhealthy-attitude-yet-hot-as-fuck mental list that you’re keeping. He’s actually the only person on it. He just invented the list for you, in this moment, when he told you to watch it.

“I think I heard a button snap there, soldier.” You tease, letting your eyes flit down to the waistband of his pants again. Bucky’s jaw ticks as he flicks your wrist away from him and tries to ignore the new nickname you’ve decided to test out. How do you make such a common, simple title sound so damn filthy? Bucky thinks you could’ve actually heard the button of his tactical pants snap open, considering the way his cock has been twitching every time you open your mouth. He decides the only way for him to get out of this is to let you have the last word, so he stands there in silence as you study his tense face. He so badly wants to say something back, to anger you every bit as much as you’ve angered him tonight, but he knows how stubborn you are and every word he breathes will only keep you here in front of him longer. His tactic works like a charm and he watches with bated breath as you step away from him and take a few steps toward the hallway. You stop short right before disappearing behind the wall, looking over your shoulder and making eye contact with Bucky one final time.

“Let me know if you need any help with all of that uh…” You wave your hand around in the air as you refer to Bucky’s hard-on, with a near-permanent smirk plastered on your face. “Adrenaline. It’s the least I can do.”

Bucky’s left alone in the kitchen at last. He thought he’d feel instant relief once you left, but he doesn’t. He feels like he has a damn loaded gun tucked in the front of his pants. Let me know if you need any help? It’s the least I can do? Bucky has no doubt that you were simply being a sarcastic pain in his ass, but still. Your words were laced with innuendo and the sexual tension in the room was so thick that he could barely breathe. He is so beyond fucked.

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The softest, sweetest little hum escapes your lips as your right hand moves of its own volition. The back of your hand feels the fabric of your cotton panties, which are a little bit damp even after you showered and changed into a fresh pair. The pads of your fingers are sliding back and forth along your folds, gathering your wetness and spreading it around, dragging closer and closer to your entrance with each downward sweep. When you let the tip of your middle finger dip down and inward, just barely entering where you’ve been feeling an empty sort of ache for the past hour, the steady string of hums and soft pants that were leaving your lips before become whispered moans. This is exactly what you needed.

Bucky’s fist is wrapped tightly around the shaft of his cock as he gives it torturously slow strokes from the base to the tip, prolonging his pleasure as long as he possibly can. He closes his eyes and instantly recalls the mental image of you on your knees at his feet, gazing up at him like you being in that position for him wasn’t at all out of the ordinary.

“Fuck.” Bucky groans lowly, speeding up the work of his right hand as his head presses back harder into his pillow. It’s burned into his eyelids, the image of you on your knees. It’s burned into his eyelids and he fears he’ll never be able to forget it. His brain takes the image and adds to it, evolving it to include your hands sliding up the fronts of his thighs and adding a flash of hunger behind your eyes. He gets far too close to finishing himself off too soon when he imagines you tugging on the waistband of his pants just like you did earlier, but enough to free his cock right there in front of you. God, he knows he’s well-endowed, but he can just picture how much bigger his dick would look if your hand was wrapped around it instead of his own. Another groan rumbles past his lips, louder this time, as he starts to lose a little bit of his self-control.

Bucky. His name is swirling around your mind for two reasons now. The first being that you’re touching yourself because of him. Because of the way he looked at you, talked to you, because of the way he pissed you off. You slowly pull two fingers out of your pussy and drag them upwards until you reach your clit, beginning to stimulate it a little too excitedly as the second reason presents itself again. He groans. Bucky Barnes groans for the second time. The first time that you heard it a few seconds ago you assumed he was rolling over in bed or maybe he accidentally laid in a way that aggravated his wounds from earlier tonight. But the second time you heard it you had no doubt about what he was doing. It has to be exactly what you’re doing, and you’re fucking thrilled. You know it isn’t the most honest or decent way to reach an orgasm, but hell, if he’s going to be so damn vocal with such thin walls, how can you resist? So, you rub circles against your clit, letting hushed pants and moans fall freely from your lips now, sure that Bucky’s too engaged in his own arousal to hear you.

You sound like a fucking goddess. Bucky doesn’t even take a moment to feel guilty, no, he only picks up the speed with which he’s desperately tugging on his cock to get to his release. A thin sheen of sweat has formed across his brow and his chest is burning with a mix of desire and near-hyperventilation as he touches himself and listens to the sinful sounds coming from across the hall. All cares have been thrown aside as yet another loud curse is torn out of him, and then an equally loud, provocative moan is returned from your room. That’s when Bucky’s eyes snap open and his thumb glides over the slit of his cock where precum has been steadily leaking out since your dangerous kitchen encounter earlier. If he’s being honest with himself, his dick has been leaking precum since you took the stage at the club earlier tonight. As the two of you exchange moans and broken swears through the walls, neither of you using an ounce of rational thinking, you race toward your separate releases simultaneously. When Bucky finally feels his balls tightening and his cock twitching against the palm of his tiring hand, his release comes at the sound of your final audible sentence of the night.

“Fuck, I’m cumming.”

You always get the last word.

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insufferableprotagonistpoll · 2 months

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Propaganda why Tony Stark is insufferable:

>Makes weapons

>Billionaire

>Made multiple AI Surveillance Robots

>Gaslight a child into fighting a super soldier in a foreign country for him

>His fans are annoying

Portrayed as a hero because? He chose to no longer mass produce war weapons and bombs after suffering the consequences. Huge hypocrite. Doesn't care about anyone but himself. Will backstab people if they believe in human rights when it's inconvenient to him. Seen as a hero while he's the personification of privileged people saying they're not privileged

There’s the usual “he’s a war criminal who only felt bad about it when he realized his weapons were killing white Americans as well as Arab people” reason, and also he’s just super annoying. You had to be there for the original Avengers shitty dialogue a la “we have a Hulk” that had Tumblr in a vicious chokehold. Also he was supposed to FINALLY go away after destroying all his suits in Iron Man 3 but he just… didn’t! Which is bullshit.

Tony is so annoying. When they first meet he straight up bullies Peter into fighting for his personal bullshit, insults and objectifies Aunt May in front of him, spits into his trashcan and is in general being pushy af. He blackmails Peter when he doesn’t wanna come to Germany with him AND HE DOESNT EVEN EXPLAIN WHY HE WANTS HIM TO COME. Uncomfortable vibes lol.

Tony being the one to tell peter “if Captain America wanted to hurt you he would’ve” when Peter was trying to state his case, yet HE’S also the one who put Peter in harms way when he didn’t even want to go with him???

Telling Peter that he should stick to being a “friendly neighborhood Spider-Man” (stealing his thing once again) when that’s what Peter _was_ doing before Tony took him out of his zone and filled his head with grander things to be apart of….bitch? Die. Ohh waaaait (jkjk) but yeah

Super long, sorry lol

Thinking about how in Homecoming when Peter accidentally caused that boat to get split in half because the Vulture’s gun exploded and Tony was acting like as if Peter was completely in the wrong for going there just because he did it without his permission. He was acting like as if Peter was out of line and “disobeyed him”, trying to act like his father. And then I remember how in CACW he’s the one who scouted Peter in the first place just because he saw he might be useful against a personal squabble between him and Captain America despite knowing that he was a kid and he’s just now acknowledging how dangerous it is because Peter “acted on his own”

Completely hijacking Peter’s superhero story and trying to control his every move (Training wheels protocol and baby monitor thing he put in the suit), acting like Peter should’ve known that Tony would send someone in despite the fact that he’d been ignoring him for 2 months since Civil War and not keeping him updated on anything!!

How the hell is peter supposed to know Tony is going to listen to him when he treats him like a kid instead of a superhero when it’s convenient for him? And when Tony loses his temper after Peter says he’s 15 not 14 like “the adult is talking” bitch he could literally flatten you without your suit!!!

I guess in a way he is acting like a father but like the absentee kind. He’s more like a sperm donor father trying to act like he has any rights over Peter’s life smh.

It’s not that reprimanding Peter for the situation is bad, but the way he makes it seem as if Peter is irredeemable as if Tony wasn't a literal weapons dealer lmfao. He could’ve said what was the truth about it without completely invalidating him saying shit like “no thanks to you” after Peter asked if everyone is okay when it’s literally thanks to Peter finding a lead on those guys in the first place that they were even noticed and it’s not like the FBI being there could’ve in no way caused a similar situation.

And then near the end of the movie when he’s getting crushed by the building rubble screaming and crying for someone to help him where the fuck is Tony?? That scene just proved that he never needed Tony’s suit in the first place to be Spider-Man since he had to use 100% his own strength to lift it off of him. I know he would’ve found the motivation even if Tony hadn’t been involved in the first place to give him the suit, take it away from him and have the words “if you’re nothing without the suit you shouldn’t have it“ echo in his head. Why did Tony even take the suit away? Like as if he expects Peter to stop being spoderman without it??? Holy fuck. This is why you don’t make it out of endgame /j /srs.

When Tony took this suit away from Peter he was like “God I sound like my dad“ shouldn’t that be a red flag to him? Wasn’t he literally just saying that he wished his dad was better than he was?? Lmfao

Propaganda why Victor Frankenstein is insufferable:

Victor Frankenstein is so pathetic not even tumblr could love him. The best parts of Frankenstein are the ones where your blessedly saved from being in his whiny, self deprecating, self centered pov. He’s so conceited that when his creation tells him directly “In revenge for killing the wife you were making for me I’m going to kill YOUR wife to see how YOU like it!”, Victor Frankenstein thinks that the creation is going to kill him and *only* him. (A decision And on top of it, he’s a shitty dad. Truly the worst.

this fucker has zero self awareness, which could maybe be fun to read about! except that 3/4 of the book consists of him constantly woe-is-me-ing about his own mistakes and how he shouldn't be responsible for any of his own actions.

He's not irredeemable, but his refusal to take accountability til it's too late is irritating

#tony stark #mcu #victor frankenstein #frankenstein or the modern prometheus #insufferable protagonist poll #insufferable protagonist tournament #tournament poll

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sofie-toffy · 5 months

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Mizu Headcanons

AN: Broo ive just finished blue eye samurai and im obsessed w it..so here are some headcanons! SHE WAS SO FINE IN THE LAST SCENE BTW UGHH

(I’ll be separating it based on genre eg. angst or fluff)

Warnings: Angst, Contains mentions of death & murder, spoilers! The fluff is x reader

(if you know me irl, no you don’t)

Angst:

- Mizu often thinks about how life would be if she chose to forgave her husband and didn’t kill him

- After Ringo leaving her she feels awful for what she’s done and wishes that she could let go of her revenge path but cannot

- Once Mizu’s “mother” betrayed her and Mizu killed her, she still had the motive of killing her father, but instead of the motive to avenge her mother it was to curse the man that made her live in the first place

- She understood that she never should’ve been born in the first place and was born as monstrous, hence her obsession with revenge. But there is obviously a part of her that wants to live a peaceful life

- She normally has panic attacks but no one has ever witnessed them except Swordfather

- When she was with her husband (the night before the sparring) that was the only time she felt loved for who she was

- She wanted to show who she really was as her husband asked to, and once she did she was called “a monster” and now she’s reluctant to show anyone even half of who she really is

- She overworks herself to the point of exhaustion and most times collapses, forgetting to eat and rest

- Whenever she checks her reflection, she imagines herself with brown/black eyes

- (Canon) she wears the same clothes she wore since she was a child and stitches them whenever they tear

- because of her binder she often has trouble breathing but she’s so used to it she thinks it’s normal

- She once wanted to gouge her eyes out so she won’t witness the looks of disgust when they see her eyes

- She’s entirely convinced that there’s no way she’ll ever be truly loveable. She’s convinced she’s monstrous in every way, from the hues of her blue eyes to the violence she bears

(MY POOR BABY I LOVE HER SM I JUST WANNA SEE HER HAPPY N SATISFIED 😭😭)

Fluff/Not angst(finally)

- Love language is quality time & acts of service

- Although she’s not aware of it, she has an unconscious fixation with music. Mizu has always been drawn to musical festivals and it both calms and excites her

- If given the time, she normally asks if you want to go to festivals (her unnamingly pleading for you to agree) and her face is relaxed the whole time, her fingers intertwined with yours

- I feel her normal dates with you would be very simple. She’d enjoy just spending time with you, quietly or with small chatter

- She loves stargazing with you. My god. Laying beside each other, feeling each others warmth contrary to the harsh snow as you look at the different constellations

- Actually, you’d be looking at the constellation while she looks at you with a small smile tugging at her lips, while she adores the light in your eyes as you gaze up

- Speaking of holding hands she LOVES to hold your hand, doesn’t matter if your hand is cold or warm, it intertwines with hers perfectly

- Whenever you compliment her eyes she doesn’t believe you until you say it a thousand times

- takes a LONG time to warm up to you, but once she does it is SO worth it

- unconsciously misses your warmth, once sleeping she searches for your hand to hold or for you to hug

- speaking of hugging, i think she can be both spoons but mostly big spoon

- loves resting her head on your chest but loves wrapping her arms around you, ensuring that you are safe

AN: GUYS I NEED HER SO BAD U DONT GET IT

#blue eye samurai #blueeyesamurai #mizu blue eye samurai #mizu #mizu x reader #mizu x you #mizu headcanons #mizuxreaderhc #headcanon #headcanons #mizu fanart #fluff #besfluff #besangst #angst #fanfic

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togrowoldinv · 6 months

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Teamwork

Natasha Romanoff x Female Reader

The Avengers, Natasha’s family, and you and the kids watch your youngest daughter play soccer. Natasha coaches the team with a little extra motivation coming from the spectators when the team is struggling

Note: This is soft soft soft. Featuring a lot of the Avengers and Nat’s family. Enjoy!

Natasha Romanoff Masterlist 1, Natasha Romanoff Masterlist 2, Main Masterlist

Natasha stands on the opposite side of the field from you as she tries to coax three and four year olds into playing soccer.

“You’ve got to run, Taylor! Come on! You got this!” Natasha tries to encourage your daughter. She puts her hand on her shoulder to get her attention.

She’s the most uninterested of any other kid out there. You try not to laugh at the way she just keeps getting distracted by her surroundings.

“Let’s go team!” You cheer from the sidelines. The other parents clap along with you, trying to encourage their kids.

“Taylor, kick the ball!” Your youngest son shouts to her. Soccer is his sport, so it kills him to see all of the kids just running aimlessly.

“The ball didn’t do anything to me!” Taylor yells back.

You have to giggle at her words. Everyone who is watching, including the Avengers and Natasha’s family, die laughing at her words.

“I think you’ve got quite the debater on your hands, y/n,” Yelena says from next to you.

“She’s just genuinely too nice to play sports,” you say, shrugging. Sure, you love sports and wish she did too but they aren’t for everyone.

At halftime, the other team is demolishing Taylor’s team. Natasha, who stepped in as coach while the actual coach is out of town, calls in the Avengers to give a pep talk to the team.

“Alright, little ones,” Steve addresses them. “What we have to do here is continue to play as a team. You’re all doing great at that. Keep it up.”

“Yeah, you’re really working together out there,” Thor agrees. “Excellent work!”

“Oh forget that. Rogers and Thor here have gone soft,” Tony pipes in. “Five dollars to everyone who scores this half!”

“Make it twenty, Mr. Iron Man, sir,” one of the little boys argues.

“Hm, you drive a hard bargain,” Tony ponders the deal.

“Twenty, Unkie Tones,” Taylor pipes in. She looks up at him with sweet eyes. He can’t say no to her.

“Alright, twenty bucks. Let’s do this!” Tony says, clapping his hands.

Natasha sighs at the boys’ antics. She should’ve known.

“We can do this, team. I believe in all of you, okay? Team on three,” Natasha says.

All of the kids cheer on three. They don’t necessarily say team but Nat just smiles. The second half goes much better. It seems money is a motivator for the kids.

Even Taylor is more into it. She is running for a goal, so everyone cheers for her.

“Go Taylor!” You say. She turns and looks at you with a smile on her face. “No, no, keep running! Don’t stop!”

“Oh,” she giggles to herself. “Okay.”

She ends up successfully scoring a goal. Her team cheers for her so does the sidelines. Her first goal of the season and everyone who loves her got to see it.

“Otlichnaya rabota! Well done, Taylor!” Nat says as she lifts her in a hug. She kisses her cheeks softly. Taylor preens at the attention, snuggling into her mama.

The kids finish the game and end up still losing pretty badly, but they had so much fun. Nat gives them a final pep talk once the game is over and directs them to another parent that has snacks for them.

“Nice job, coach,” you tell her once she approaches the spectators.

“That was stressful,” she says. “But also fun.”

You wrap her into a hug. She gladly reciprocates. A crowd of kids who scored gather around Tony. He realizes he’ll have to pay up.

Taylor is the last one to make her way to him. She was no doubt taking her time eating her snack and drinking her juice box.

“Saved the best for last,” Tony says, getting a final twenty from his wallet.

“Tony, you don’t have to pay her,” Natasha hops in.

“No, no. A deal is a deal, right underoo?” Tony kneels in front of Taylor.

“A deal is a deal, Mama,” Taylor agrees.

Natasha chuckles. Tony hands Taylor the twenty dollar bill and she gasps. To her, it’s so much money. She gives Tony a hug and runs to Wanda, her current favorite aunt, to show her the money.

“Where was Uncle Tony when I made my hat trick last season?” Your son Jack wonders aloud. You laugh and give him a soft smile.

“Alright, let’s go home family,” you say. All of the Avengers look at you too. “How about lunch at the compound?”

“Now we’re talking!” Thor shouts. Always a loud one, that man.

“Works for me, babe,” Nat agrees. “Melina, Alexei, Yelena?”

“We’re in,” Melina answers for the group.

“Okay. Let’s all go home then,” you say this time.

The group all file into cars and drive to the compound. You have a nice cookout and enjoy each other’s company.

It’s truly the best family in the world. Days like this these days are rare, but you’re always so grateful for them.

#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff #soft natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff fluff #natasha romanoff comfort #steve rogers #tony stark #yelena belova #wanda maximoff #thor

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ivysoul · 1 year

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i know i have so many requests that i have to get to but i wanted to write something for ethan landry bc he’s my lil psycho pookie bear

cw for reader being just as fucked up as ethan, quinn, and bailey lmfao

the fear that encapsulated the old theatre was strong. it floated around like the dust that fell upon the old furnishings, flooding into the veins of anyone near enough to sense it. the two dark figures in the ghostface masks standing on either side of detective bailey should’ve scared you. they should have—but they didn’t. because you knew them.

they were the family you had been all too well acquainted with. the family you had spent many nights with playing board games and watching movies. they were the family of your boyfriend, ethan bailey—better known now as landry.

you knew about their plans to kill sam to avenge richie, you had even helped them at some points. making sure the group was in the right place at the right time, suggesting ideas on what to do next knowing that they were all ideas to aid in the killings, even going as far as impersonating ghostface yourself while bailey eliminated jason and his partner before they could get to sam themselves.

you loved them like they were your family, because that’s exactly how it was. when you and ethan started dating, you were welcomed with open arms. and ever since, you’ve been inseparable. with not only him, but his family.

all of this only made ethan’s infinite love for you grow, and yours in return. which was why you weren’t scared, surprised, nor turned away when he took off his mask.

his tone was taunting as he said, “y’know, it’s kinda funny. you don’t even need to pretend you’re not ghostface. you just have to be an accomplice.”

“what are you talking about?” sam asked sharply, eyes going back and forth between the family of murderers in front of her. she grabbed tara’s arm subconsciously and tugged her closer to her side. you however, were counting the seconds until you could walk up to ethan and watch the girl’s faces when they realized.

quinn laughed airily and rolled her eyes. “you were too focused on who could’ve been the murderer, that you didn’t even care to ask who could’ve been working with them.”

“never trust the new ones, right?”

the words left your lips smoothly, laced with venom. you didn’t take your eyes off of your boyfriend as you walked up to him and wrapped your arms around his neck, reaching up to place a passionate kiss on his lips. his free arm wrapped around your back and squeezed your waist.

it was such a dirty thing; love. a feeling that would drive you somewhere you never thought you’d go.

you pulled away only to look at tara and sam, gaining a new tint of satisfaction against your ribcage. a sick a part of you wanted to take a picture and hang it on your bedroom wall when this was all over. but you figured that the real thing was better than a photograph.

you looked back up at ethan, gingerly placing your thumb on his jaw. your featherlight touch had him looking at you immediately with a smile that was only saved for you.

“did i do good, e?”

he kissed your lips once more, gently, and full of love, not once taking into account the scene at hand. “perfect, baby.”

#this was so corny bye #and bad too good lord #i’m very much prepared for this to flop horribly #anyway #ethan landry #ethan landry scream #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry smut #scream #scream 6 #scream 2023 #saintlulls

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sanjisboyfie · 5 months

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๑ keep safe : more in common than you'd think 彡 skypiea arc begins (21)

one piece x male reader

cause i'll be you and you'll be me

there's lots and lots for us to see

lots and lots for us to do

she's electric, can i be electric too?

『 prev 』

it took maybe an approximate 20 minutes before the crew began crying about how much they missed vivi. zoro and [name] were the only ones keeping some composure.

“don’t be whiny! if you wanted her to stay with us that bad, you should’ve just taken her by force!” zoro crudely remarked.

“you savage!”

“you’re the worst!”

“moss head.”

“three sword style!”

“hey, wait, luffy, three-sword style isn’t an insult,”

“four sword style,”

[name] laughed behind his hand, finding the annoyed expression on zoro’s face entertaining.

“what about you, [name]? aren’t you sad that we left her?” chopper asked, tears in his eyes, “or are you as heartless as zoro!”

“no, i’m sad,” [name] nodded, “but we’re gonna see her again so there’s no point in crying about it,”

“it’s a different kind of heartless!” usopp said in an accusatory tone, pointing a finger at [name].

“cursed orphan.”

“heartless [name].”

“you’re the second worst.”

“hey! wasn’t my take more optimistic than anything?!” he shouted at all of them, shaking his head as he saw that there was no use getting through their teary eyes.

“well, if anything, it looks like we finally made it off of that island,” a new voice spoke, not phasing the crew at first. but then [name] turned around and squinted his eyes at the new figure.

”wait…” he held his stare on her for a moment longer, lips pressing into a thin line as he began to hum in thought. her face was familiar…but he couldn’t remember from where he had seen her.

“enemy attack! enemy attack!” usopp began shouting, crocodile tears running down his eyes.

“here to avenge your organization, i’ll take you on!” zoro said in his usual aggressive tone.

“who is she?” [name] and chopper asked at the same time, much calmer than the others on board.

nami hid behind [name], usopp beside her before he took ahold of the sheathed sword that was resting on [name]’s back, “i’ll take care of you like i did last time! don’t come any closer, woman!”

“wait, who is she?” [name] repeated in confusion, smacking usopp on the head for touching the sword.

“who cares?! she’s that beautiful lady!” sanji answered, hearts in his eyes as he was rather excited about the situation.

the woman walked across the deck, using her devil fruit abilities to knock the weapons out of zoro and nami’s hand.

”i thought i asked you guys before to not point such dangerous things at me,” she said in a disappointed voice, “and you, how could you not remember our meeting when you were so passionate in killing me?”

“killing you…first meeting,” the crew watched as [name] mulled over his memories before he came to a conclusive: “don’t remember!”

“that doesn’t matter now! what matters is, how long have you been on this ship?” nami shouted at the woman, pointing a finger in her direction.

“all this time…”

“wait, you guys didn’t know she was on board?” [name] asked, looking at the rest of them.

they all whipped their heads around to look at him, eyes turning into angry slits as they shouted all in unison, “don’t tell me you knew she was here!”

[name] put his hands up in surrender, “well listen! i didn’t know it was her, but i knew someone else was on board with us! i thought she was someone luffy brought along with us…also i don’t even know who she is, so don’t get so mad at me!”

the crew couldn’t even begin to be that angry with [name] as they realized his reasoning wasn’t far off from reality. luffy was definitely a captain that’d drag new crew members onto the ship without telling anyone. so they all lowered their angry gazes from [name] and instead refocused on the woman.

“what’re you trying to do, baroque works?!”

the lady ignored nami and looked at luffy, “monkey d. luffy, you haven’t forgotten what you did to me, have you?”

“wait, can we at least get an introduction?” [name] pathetically asked, his request falling onto deaf ears.

“hey, you! don’t lie, i didn’t do anything to you!” luffy cried out, fighting against the grip sanji had on his collar. a childish whine was in his voice as he looked at the woman.

“yes, you did. what you did to me was unbearable. take responsibility,”

“you don’t make any sense! what do you want me to do?!”

“let me join your crew.”

everyone, minus zoro and m/n, shouted in surprise. well, sanji shouted in infatuation. everyone else was just baffled to hear such a forward request. [name] was still hung up on figuring out her identity, the piercing blue eyes she had were definitely memorable. but he could think of where he had seen them.

“you made me live when i wanted to die. that’s your crime.” she revealed, making sanji calm down and luffy hum in thought. “there’s no place for me to go or go back to. so let me stay on your ship,”

“oh! i see, then i guess we have no choice…okay!”

“good job, luffy, every life is valuable. you’re a good captain,” [name] praised, roughly patting the captain on the back.

“hold on a second, it can’t be that easy!” nami shouted at the duo in annoyance.

“don’t worry, she’s not a bad person!” luffy said in a confident tone, smiling so wide, but it didn’t ease the entire crew’s worries at all.

“if you say so!”

“and you! don’t be so willing to let this woman join us! don’t you remember?! she’s the one that wanted vivi dead!” nami reminded [name], shaking him back and forth. “she was crocodile’s right hand woman! you can’t trust her so easily,”

“what’s her name even?” [name] asked, allowing himself to be throttled back and forth by nami.

“nico robin,” the woman replied, eyes set on focusing on [name]. “you know, we have more in common than you’d think, [name]. i have a feeling we will get along just fine,”

“nico…robin,” he said her name slowly, looking at her with his eyebrows furrowed. nami stopped shaking him, seeing the gears turning in his head and praying that they were turning in favor for kicking her off of the boat.

”yeah, we will get along just fine,” [name] finalized after thinking to himself, “but if you try anything on this ship to endanger this crew, i’ll throw you over this ship and watch you drown to your death,”

“scary!” usopp shouted from behind the mast.

but [name]’s words only made robin laugh and say, “then, i look forward to it,”

“alright, well, this begs for a cup of coffee,” [name] gently pushed away from nami, promising that he’d come back with a cup for her as well.

[name] carefully brewed a cup of coffee for two, bringing it back on deck and blinking several times when he saw that there was debris falling from the sky. the ship began shaking as pieces fell in the ocean and the crew screamed in shock when a huge ship also fell right next to them.

he kept himself steadied on the deck, moving his arms with the motion of the ship so that the cups of coffee wouldn’t spill over. when the sea around them finally calmed down, he walked onto deck with everyone else.

”who did that?” he asked, sliding the cup over to nami who slapped his hand away.

”it’s not appropriate to drink coffee after such a terrifying experience!” she scolded, but [name] easily sipped the hot drink and hummed in delight.

“i’ll take it off your hands, cursed one,” robin’s voice spoke up from the side, making [name] chuckle.

“here, but drop that stupid name,” he handed it over to her without issues and watched in delight as she took the first sip, “how is it? i’m good, right?”

she nodded her head, taking another sip, “it does taste really good, i’m familiar with the beans you used. you took some from alabasta?”

he hummed in confirmation, looking to the rest of the crew as he sipped more of his favorite drink, “so what was all that?”

”does it look like we’d know?” zoro snarkily replied back, making [name] stick his tongue out to him.

“doesn’t hurt to ask, you negative swordsman,” [name] said in spite, not appreciating the attitude.

as the crew was trying to figure out why ship remains were all falling from the sky, nami had noticed that the log pose on her wrist was pointing straight upwards.

“what’re we gonna do?! our log pose is broken!” she announced, making everyone look at the compass-like device on her wrist. oddly, the needle was pointing directly upwards rather than in its usual horizontal way.

“that’s not it. it was updated by an island with a stronger magnetism,” robin corrected her, looking at the device, “if the log pose needle is pointing upwards, that means that there is a sky island it had locked onto.”

“sky island?!” [name] cried out, stars in his eyes as he imagined the scenary. “in the clouds?! are you serious, robin!?”

she chuckled at his excitement before continuing, “more precisely, there’s a sea that’s floating in the sky that so happens to have an island.”

once again, [name] cried out at the crazy idea, stars in his eyes as him and luffy began jumping in a circle. their shouts of excitement easily drowned out those of usopp and chopper, who were fearing for their lives.

“i’m getting more and more confused,” sanji sighed.

“what’s there to be confused about? robin explained it clearly, idiot cook!” [name] said in a very cheerful tone, his eyes turning to crescent, “island in the sea sky, island in the sea sky!”

“shut up!”

“yay! there’s a sea with an island in the sky, let’s go!!” luffy cheered, pointing up at the sky.

robin sighed and used her ability to cover luffy and [name]’s screaming mouths, so she could continue explaining in peace.

“to be honest, i’ve never seen the sky island, nor do i know much about it.”

“yeah! it’s impossible for an island or a sea to float in the air!” nami said, happy to hear a voice of reason over [name] and luffy’s childish babbling. “so the log pose must be broken!”

“our concern right now should not be the log pose, it should be how we get to the sky,” robin corrected once more, “no matter what weird situations this ship gets caught up in, or how panicked we get, we must not doubt the log pose. this is an iron clad rule!”

“so we are going to the sky island!” [name] said victoriously, finishing his cup of coffee and licking his lips, “nami, get us there!”

“stop ordering me around like you’re the captain!”

“nami, let’s go to the sky!!” luffy chimed in.

“idiot captain, we can’t just go to the sky!” sanji butted in, kicking down both [name] and luffy.

“well, let’s figure it out!” [name] walked over to the remains of a coffin on the deck, pulling on the skeletal figure out of the box, “can’t these guys give us some answers? maybe the ship over there too?”

“don’t just casually touch a dead person’s skull like that!” usopp and chopper cried out in fear, seeing [name] so nonchalantly prodding and poking at the bone.

“[name] has a point. we can dig some clues up from these remains, as well as the ship over there,” robin said, walking over and gingerly taking the skull from [name]’s hands.

“i call going to the ship,” [name] cheered, jumping over the railing without waiting for approval and swimming his way over to the wrecked ship.

“hey! no fair, [name]!! you’re hogging all the adventure to yourself!” luffy shouted from the deck, jumping up and down in annoyance.

“wait, i wanna see what’s over there too!!” usopp cried out in frustration. he grabbed ahold of luffy, who launched them over the side of the ship and to the wreckage.

“exploration!” the two shouted into the air, roughly landing on the wooden planks.

[name] was already on deck and going through old treasure chests with an unimpressed look on his face. most of the stuff was already emptied out or there was nothing worth while.

but finally, he hit the jackpot. he excitedly called out to luffy and usopp, holding up a piece of parchment with a proud grin.

“look! this just proves that it’s real! there is a real sky island and its called — skypiea!”

“amazing! let’s bring it back to the deck — oh, but i can’t move, i feel weak,” luffy suddenly collapsed into [name]’s arms and the cold rush of water hitting his legs made him realize that the ship they were on was beginning to sink.

“shit!” he cursed, bringing luffy to piggy back on his shoulder and grabbing usopp by his collar. he shot them forward very quickly, harshly landing on deck and spitting out some sea water he accidentally swallowed.

he weakly held up the parchment, grinning when he saw it was still in tact.

”see! see! it’s real!!!” luffy cheered, still collapsed on [name]’s back.

“alright, the sky island exists! it’s a dream island!” chopper and usopp began cheering together, creating a dance line in celebration.

“don’t get too carried away! this could be a fake, there are a ton of fake maps out there anyway,” nami chided the celebrating trio, making [name] face palm at her blunt attitude. she seemed to realize her mistake when she saw the absolutely horrified looks that luffy, chopper, and usopp were giving her.

“nami didn’t mean that, right nami?” [name] said, trying to calm the group’s depression.

“y-yeah! there’s definitely a possibility it’s real…”

luffy and nami began arguing back and forth with one another and [name] tried to block out the sound of their screaming. instead he opted in searching the sky, as if there were clues of the sky island right above them.

robin seemed to take note of his daydreaming and engaged him in conversation, “are you willing to go to the sky island, [name]?”

he looked at her with a smile and nodded his head, “wouldn’t that be so fun! no one would even believe us when we tell them,” he laughed to himself, thinking of being able to boast of going to skypiea. “they’ll all think we’re insane!!”

“well, this bunch already can accomplish that without even needing to go to an island in the sky,” robin mused, watching the scene unfold in front of them. the two were now sitting on the stairwell and conversing as if they were the only two on deck.

“i wanted to get the chance to talk to you alone,” [name] said suddenly, a serious look on his face, “nico robin, i’m sorry about what happened to you,”

the woman blinked, not showing her surprise in [name] knowing about her past. she didn’t expect him to know simply because he was a good amount of years younger than her. but with the amount of people on the crew, there was bound to be someone that was aware.

“were you the one that made it happen to me? then there are no need for apologies,” she spoke softly, smiling when she saw that he was still frowning.

“it’s just…no child deserves that,” he says after a couple of moments of silence, “children that have to suffer, tch, it makes my blood boil thinking about what they’ve done to you.”

robin waved her hand, “you weren’t there and we barely know each other, why the sudden cause for concern about this?”

[name] shrugged, “like i said, no child should have to go through that. no matter how old you are now, it doesn’t change the stuff you had to endure as a child,”

she felt a part of her heart thaw at his confession. [name] was being truly sincere with his words, she could tell. and it made her feel comforted that someone was being so nice to her amidst all the changes. but, she couldn’t indulge on this feeling for so long. so she simply smiled once more, gazing at him knowingly.

“i do suppose we share an experience in that aspect, huh?”

[name] spoke carefully, “more in common than you think - wasn't that what you said earlier?”

and not wanting to leave the man in such a saddened state, robin poked his side with a sprouted hand and laughed at his shocked expression, “well, it’s best not to dwell on things like that for so long,”

“of course, of course!” [name] cheerfully replied, his expression doing a complete shift and showing his usual optimistic side.

internally, robin wondered how [name] could be so carefree. she didn’t doubt that he shared some similar troubles. so it baffled her to see him so carefree and uncaring. but she decided that it could be a conversation for a later time, or not even a conversation at all.

[name] and robin’s intimate conversation coming to an end made them turn their attention back onto the rest of the crew. while they were temporarily in their own world, luffy, sanji, and zoro were sent down below the sea to “salvage” the ship. so when they looked back on deck, the only people of the straw hat crew were nami, usopp, and chopper.

then looking to his left he realized, there was an unknown huge ship that was next to them and it seemed that there was a monkey leading them.

“monkey.” he said simply, pointing a finger at the creature and looking at the rest of the crew in confusion, “hey, guys, who is that?”

“as if we’d know,” nami sighed in annoyance.

“did you just say i was very monkeyful?! hehe, thank you for taking note of my ruggedly good looks,” the creature said, making [name]’s eyes widen in shock.

“why can it speak?! it’s not going ooh-ooh-aah-aah!! lame!!”

“is that really what you should be focusing on right now? those guys could be trouble,” usopp came running over and hiding behind [name]’s figure, pointing a finger at the ship, “go on and sink them before they can get the chance to attack us,”

“what obscene power do you think i have?” [name] sweat dropped, feeling usopp’s legs shake behind him. “i can’t just do that to these people — they haven’t done anything to us!”

”not yet they haven’t!”

“what do you guys think you’re doing on our turf though?! even though you called me handsome just now doesn’t mean i’ll let this slide!”

“who called who handsome?” the crew said in unison, bored looks on their faces as they didn’t understand what the monkey was talking about at all.

“your turf?” robin called out, taking the initiative to get answers out of the monkey.

“yeah! everything in this turf is mine to salvage! it’s all mine! so explain to me why you were here, are you planning on taking my treasures?!”

nami and usopp looked nervous, beginning to shake and sweat where they stood.

“oh, if you’re gonna salvage it, could you show us?”

the scared duo looked at [name] as if he were out of his mind, turning their heads slowly to shout at him. but then they heard the monkey on board the other ship begin laughing to his heart’s content, as if [name] told a good joke.

“are you so flattered by my good looks you wish to accompany me in salvaging this ship, pursuing this career together for the rest of our lives?!”

the crews’ jaws dropped as they saw the flattered and blushing expression on the monkey’s face. [name] smiled, seeing that this was the perfect excuse to buy zoro, sanji, and luffy time — since they were the ones underwater and actually salvaging the ship.

“yes, yes, handsome man!! please! show me and i’ll consider sailing with you and joining your salvaging crew!”

“well, since you asked so nicely!!”

“i can’t believe that that worked!!” usopp and nami said in a hushed shout. “there’s no way this guy is that stupid!”

“hey! who knows, if he finds us some really great treasure, i’ll elope away with him!” [name] said jokingly, making the rest of the crew look at him with deadpan faces as if to say, “that’s not even a funny joke.”

the monkey on the other ship began to show off his abilities on salvaging, whatever that entailed. [name] was only pretending to pay attention. his eyes were scanning the water to try and see how close or far the three of their crewmates were.

he clicked his tongue in annoyance when he saw that he couldn’t even sense their presence, that’s how far down they were.

as the crew now had no other option but to watch the others salvage the ship, they just stood along the railing and made sure to keep an eye out for any of their three crewmates.

then suddenly, luffy shouted about something happening below water and the entire crew tensed up as his voice echoed on their end. there was a tube that connected them, auditorily, to sanji, zoro, and luffy underwater. this caught the attention of the salvaging pirates, who turned their heads at the unfamiliar voice.

usopp slapped his hand down onto the speaker and [name] took the reigns in distracting the monkey, “say what’s that monkey doing over there? does it do something cool, mr. monkey?” he was pointing at their ship's mascotted head, a big body of a monkey.

this was effective in making the monkey blush and direct his attention elsewhere, “please, simply call me masira, mr. monkey is too formal for future lovers! oh! and that monkey there, i’ll just show you what it can do!”

[name] grinned, high fiving nami behind him as he successfully got masira off of their backs. then masira started huffing air into some sort of tube and the crew began to piece everything together.

“ah, so they start filling it up with air to make it rise to the surface-”

“help!!! help! there’s someone on the ship!!” an unfamiliar voice echoed from below the water surface, making the crew get on guard again.

“i bet it was zoro’s dumbass that started attacking them,” [name] said to himself, easily blaming the swordsman. masira jumped under water and [name] eagerly waited for who would emerge from the water.

it took a long while before anything happened, but the next thing to shock them wasn’t even anyone from their crew coming back up from the water.

instead it was a giant turtle. and [name] felt stars in his eyes show as he saw its huge size.

“that’s so cool, can we use it as a boat instead?! say, robin, didn’t you use a turtle before, we can use one again!!”

robin chuckled, finding [name]’s childish nature amusing, “i don’t think this one would listen as well as mine back then — it’s too big to control,”

“hey! you two, don’t talk so casually when something as weird as that is in front of us!”

“but it’s just a big turtle,” [name] whined at nami’s scolding, then he grinned devilishly, “alright, it’s decided! scaley! your name is scaley!!”

“don’t go naming the giant turtle, idiot!” nami shouted once more. “aren’t you worried for your crewmates?! they just got eaten by that thing!!”

“huh? they did?”

”pay more attention, won’t you?!” usopp cried out, crocodile tears running down his face.

“oh, i’ll take care of it then,” [name] simply said with a shrug. just as he was about to get the rest of their crew back, the day light had suddenly turned dark. this made the entire crew stop and focus their attention on the switch.

“hey, who turned off the lights?” [name] asked no one in particular, looking around and seeing that everything around them was pitch black.

out of nowhere, a figure broke out form the water and crashed onto their deck. unfortunately, it was more like they crashed into [name] as he was standing right in the spot where it landed.

luffy, all wrapped up in some fabric, was laying on top of [name] and he wasn’t even conscious. soon following, sanji and zoro jumped onto deck.

”why did it have to be me?” [name] sighed, pushing luffy off him and coughing as he tried regaining his breath. nami came running over, slapping their captain several times over and demanding answers to questions he wasn’t even conscious to hear.

“set sail! let’s hurry and get out of here while we still can!” zoro huffed, a huge package resting on his back.

sanji, who had the same amount of loot behind him, added in, “he’s crazy — he must of been one of the sea animals.”

the two began finishing each others’ sentences in explaining what happened underwater. then just as they were about to set sail, the monkey from before had popped up out from underwater and demanded they give him back his treasure.

at the sight of his imposing figure so close, chopper ran away from the front and hid behind [name]’s leg. but [name] didn’t look at all intimidated. instead, he was too focused on the sky and what was making it so dark.

figures of enormous size were all standing on the horizon. his eyes were blown completely wide as he took in their sheer size and tried to stay calm when he saw that one of them began moving.

“everyone start rowing, now!!” [name] shouted, being one of the first to snap out of their stupor. the rest of the crew that were capable of rowing got ahold of the oars and started frantically trying to get out of the giant’s sight. after their rowing efforts and [name] directing the currents beneath their boat vey minimally, they were able to get away - somehow.

“what the fuck was that?” [name] breathed, resting his hand on his chest to calm his racing heart. he was collapsed on the deck and the others were debriefing on what just happened.

after kicking out masira when they realized that he was still on board, the discussion turned into what they should do now that they had no clues as to where they were.

robin saved the day, though, when she presented an eternal pose of an island named “jaya.” after arguing back and forth, mainly between nami and luffy, they decided to start their journey to jaya, get as much information as quick as possible, and then go to sky island.

“thanks for the takoyaki, sanji!” [name] proudly proclaimed, showing off the octopus that he had stolen off from robin and nami’s plates.

before the chef could kick some sense into him, he jumped up the stairwell and hid behind zoro.

“don’t use me as some shield!” the swordsman grunted, but he didn’t move from his position in front of [name]. instead he challengingly stared down at the blonde chef, who was glaring at the both of them.

“if you’re gonna wanna get to me, sanji, you have to fight zoro!” [name] shouted, inciting a fight between the two almost instantly. the two began bickering and [name] was forgotten.

and he hummed in delight when he felt the food warm his once empty stomach.

“yummy!” he cried out, showing it off to robin so she could take one as well. she grinned, thanked him gently, and took one off of his plate. it was hers to begin with, but she wasn’t interested in eating it.

but seeing [name]’s childish grin staring her down as an invitation, she couldn’t help but indulge the man. and when she hummed in delight at the food, [name] grinned and nodded his head even faster, “so yummy, right? here, have the rest! i’m gonna steal some of luffy’s!!”

robin took the plate off of his hands and watched as the h/c haired man ran across the ship shouting for luffy to hand over his food. and now two fights were happening on deck, between sanji and zoro and then luffy and [name] wrestling one another.

it seemed that no matter what was going on, like escaping from giant mystery shadow figures, the merry was always bursting with life. robin sighed, taking another takoyaki into her mouth and wondering how the rest of her journey with the strawhats would play out.

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Bring you back

natasha romanoff x reader

summary: since vormir, you haven’t been in touch with any avenger, you went missing. no one knew where you were or if you were even still alive. until one day, you hear a knock on the door and a familiar face awakes something inside of you, you thought was long gone. hope.

warnings: swearing, panic attack

authors note: sorry it took me like 2 weeks.. i kind of forgot what the story was supposed to be lol. anyways !!!! hope you enjoy it ! <3

you can find the previous chapter here.

11:07 AM

You’ve been in the compound for less than an hour and you’re at Tony and Bruce’s lab, being overwhelmed with theories of how and why they think they can bring Natasha back.

But the thing is, they only have about 2 days. To be precise, 56 hours. Natasha died at 7:13 PM. That’s why is always so hard to sleep when every night around that time, your mind goes back to Vormir.

“We think that, if we find a way to get to Vormir in time, we might have a chance to stop her”, Tony said.

“Stop her? Won’t that reverse the whole ‘saving the world’ thing?”, you say while looking at the place. It’s a mess. Natasha would’ve hated.

“No, you see, time doesn’t work that way. We can’t go back in time and undo something. It would just create a different timeline, but not change ours. If we go back in time and kill Thanos, everything he’s done will still be done but, the second we kill him, another string of time would be created.”

“Says who?”

“Someone who knows about this stuff, trust me”, Bruce tries to convince you without revealing his source. You look at Tony who just makes a gesture suggesting you to ignore this part.

“So you’re saying that, basically, all we have to do is… Go to Vormir?”

“At the right time, yes”, Stark seems hopeful.

“And why don’t you just get a quinjet or something and go?”

“Because, and that’s the problem, Vormir is about 15.000 light years… We can’t get there.”

You knew it. All of this was just bullshit and suddenly you hated yourself even more for believing there might actually be a way of bringing her back. You try processing what Bruce just said and it’s like the whole universe is laughing at you for being so stupid. How could you. You were fine. Or at least you tried to believe you were. She’s dead. She is dead. Natasha is dead. Your girlfriend is dead. Girlfriend. God, you couldn’t even propose to her, the ring long forgotten somewhere in the locked room. This is all so stupid. You’re so stupid and your girlfriend is dead and you never even get to call her your fiancé or wife or nothing. Nothing. She was nothing now. You’re not even a widow, you’re just nothing. You’re no one and you have no one. You’re alone. It should’ve been you. Not her. She was perfect, she deserved to live. She deserved to win. She should be here.

“Woah, hey! Y/N! Hey, what happened?” Tony is holding your face between his hands and you just now realize you were crying. Bawling. You heart was beating so fast you felt like throwing up.

Fucking panic attacks.

You couldn’t speak, your eyes going back and forth but never really looking at the man in front of you. You shake your head and dries your tears with the back of your hands with a certain strength. You whole face is red and Tony and Bruce are giving you pitiful looks.

God, you hated this. So much.

“I’m fine, it’s fine” you take a deep breath, “Just keep going… How- Is there a way to get there or not?”

“Are you sure you’re okay? We can-“

“I’m fine!”, you cut Bruce, “I’m fine, okay? Just answer me”

“Uhm, there might be a way”

“Stop with this might this might that. Just fucking say it already”

“You know Carol? Captain Marvel, Space chick, blonde and tall?”

“I know of her”

“She got her powers from the Tesseract”, Tony continues, “And now, she can fly trough galaxies like, super fast!“

“So we need her?”

“Not exactly”, this time, Bruce says, “Carol is really, really far away, not even with all her powers she could get there in time. We can’t even reach her”, the scientist looks at you, “We need the Tesseract”

“To create a machine?”

“To hit someone with it”, Tony says while cleaning his throat. You barely even listened.

“What? Are you- Are you serious?”

“It could work”

“It could kill someone! This Carol chick only survived because she was half Kratos or something!”

“Kree, and yeah, maybe, but”, the sortear guy keeps trying to convince you, “It worked! All we need is someone willing to do it. Without risk tests and all the regular procedures we are legally required to do”

Oh. A lab rat. They needed a lab rat dumb enough to sacrifice their life’s for a maybe.

Maybe the person will die. Maybe the whole compound would explode. Maybe it wouldn’t even do nothing.

Maybe they’d get Natasha back.

“I’ll do it”

“Yeah, we know Romeo”, Tony smiles. Bruce walks fast to a closet, opening and grabbing a suit.

“We made from your old measures but…”, Banner looks at you up and down and you feel embarrassed and exposed, “We might need to tighten a little bit”

Ouch, what a way to call you malnourished.

12:33 - 55 hours and 20 minutes until Vormir

Bruce was still measuring you in the lab and it was quiet. You knew he had questions but you were grateful he didn’t asked them.

Yelena enters the place holding a bag os chips and a bottle of water. She doesn’t say anything just gives it to you.

“Eat. And drink it”

“I’m not really hungry”

“I literally did not asked anything”, she opens the bag while still in your hands and grabs some chips, “Natasha will hate to see you like this”, she smiles, “I can picture her complaining about your habits”’ now she laughs, “I mean, when she sees your house she will freak out! You killed all her plants! The place is a mess”

“You’ve only seen the outside”

“Sure”

“What do you mean, ‘sure’?”

“I mean…”, she steals more chips, “Sure”

You get this weird feeling that she’s been visiting you without you realizing it. It says a lot about you.

When Yelena stops rambling about her sister, that’s when you realize you’ve eaten some chips. Basically the whole bag, per se.

“You talk as if you’re sure this will work”, now you’re drinking the water. Yelena is smiling not only because of the conversation.

“Someone has to, right?”

Yeah. Someone has to.

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bluebellhairpin · 9 months

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Thou So Long Hast Mourn'd

Bruce Wayne X Batmom!Reader

Summary: After Jason's passing, your grief and anger combined causes you to leave Gotham - swearing only to return when you have a perfect chance to kill the Joker for what he did to your son. (Part 2 to 'Hell Hath No Fury')

Warnings: Loss and Grief (Mentions of a funeral and repeated mentions of Jason dying. We miss Mumma's Boy Jay a lot :( ). Bad coping mechanisms all round. Clark Kent acts as a marital buffer. (Reader is fem coded; has she/her pronouns; is referred to as ‘wife’ multiple times. Has the hero name of 'Valentine'.)

Listening to: 'Skyfall' By Adele - "I know I'd never be me without the security of your loving arms keeping me from harm."

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Yes, thou shalt know, spite of thy past Distress, -

Jason’s funeral was attended by a very small number of people. Yourself, Bruce, Dick, and Alfred all front and center.

For days, weeks, the media pestered asking question after question. “A tragic accident.” Commissioner Gordon would reply. It became you answer too, like a well-rehearsed prayer.

A tragic accident. Tragic. Accidental tragedy. Accident.

Except it was no such accident. Someone killed Jason. A man, who still walked free, murdered your son.

Even now, a month after you buried the child, as you sat listening to rain pat against the window panes in Wayne Manor, you remembered what you’d told Bruce the night he brought Jason home for the last time.

“I’m going to kill him.” you said. “I’m going to kill the Joker.” You told Bruce you’d do what you’d vowed to never do again. You promised yourself to avenge your son, to make sure no one else would ever lose a child to that monster ever again.

Ever since that night you’d felt a wedge slide between you and Bruce. Dick, only sixteen and having lost the closest thing he had to a brother was feeling it - you could see it on his face, and they way he held his shoulders at dinner. How you were feeling, how little Bruce was doing about it - none of it was doing Dick any good.

Aside from the anger, you didn’t know how you were feeling. You never thought you’d ever be a mother - you had no idea what to do to help anyone. So you left.

Bruce was out on patrol - he dove into Batman head first, a bitter feeling in your stomach had you thinking he was compensating. Dick was out - gymnastic practice, which Alfred was in charge of tonight. You were left alone in a huge house, and you couldn’t stand to stay there any longer.

A small bag was packed with basics - clothes, cash, a few weapons from the cave, and a single family photo taken while on vacation just that past summer (stolen from its frame and folded into a jacket pocket close to your heart). As you walked past the main living space, you stopped, and looked up towards the item hanging above the fireplace.

The sword - Excalibur - a god-given gift to humankind to exact true justice, now resting as a collectors antique catching dust. You knew if you took it that you would be able to do what you needed to. During your time using it there was no greater pull than to execute Joker - yet something always stopped you.

You knew it was Bruce.

Even already, your own guilt over what you meant to do wouldn’t let you take it with you.

Naturally, on that night, Alfred brought Dick was home first. It was already nine thirty, and while Dick would be up for a long while, he knew the boy wasn’t sleeping proper anymore.

Alfred sent him up to his room anyway, reassuringly with a hand on his shoulder, telling him to go try and get some rest.

But Alfred knew something wasn’t right in the Manor the moment he stepped inside. It was too quiet. Like it had been empty as long as they’d been away - even though he knew full well you should’ve been there to keep the house alive.

Although not trained, the butler had a sixth sense for a lot of things - he was a natural at whatever he sent his mind to (in his youth it was acting, and hence so seeing through lies and reading rooms (for improvisation, obviously) went with it). He set out to find you. Looked in all the usual places, and the unusual ones, in the big rooms and the small ones.

In the last week or so you’d taken to spending time sitting in the walk-in-fridge. He worried about you a lot. While Dick still had school and his friends, and Bruce threw himself into Batman, you only really had yourself. It wasn’t healthy.

But no matter how much he looked, or where he looked, you were nowhere to be found - not in the house, nor in the grounds. You’d said nothing about going out when he left, he would’ve remembered. In a last ditch effort to find you, he looked in one last place.

But you hadn’t been in the Batcave since Jason came home.

It was there, as he walked down a set of stairs, that he noticed a piece of paper haphazardly taped to one of the center computer monitors.

He grabbed it, and flipped it open, reading quietly to himself the words inside, scrawled in your handwriting.

‘Bruce, Don’t look, you know I won’t let you find me. I’m going to do something you will hate me for - probably forever. I can’t keep living like this knowing Jason’s killer is out there killing more mother’s sons. Take care of Dickie. Don’t take Alfred for granted.’

The older man found himself sinking into the chair beside him.

He had a hunch this was coming - he wasn’t in the cave the night Bruce brought Jason home, instead at the time he was upstairs taking a call from an excited Dick who was recalling his day spent doing a treasure hunt around Blüdhaven for a school camp trip that lasted the whole week. Alfred had no idea how you first reacted - he didn’t know how Bruce reacted to your reaction.

He knew it wasn’t good. Especially since in your note you didn’t even say goodbye to your husband.

You’d been hiding in a place you knew Bruce wouldn’t ever look - he always hated visiting Metropolis, the city was too bright.

You knew no one there would snitch on you - most didn’t even recognize you, and the one person who did, conveniently the man who was the closest thing Bruce had to a best friend, wouldn’t ever snitch on you. Not for this.

‘I needed a break,’ you’d lied, ‘Couldn’t handle being in Gotham after…’ You never finished, and you knew Clark could see through a lie like glass - but the grief he could see. He could also see the anger simmering underneath. He never called you out for it though.

You’d been there a while, waiting, watching Gotham from a distance Bruce wouldn’t see you from. You kept tabs mostly on Batman - although interviews with Bruce having to explain where his wife went were entertaining (in a sick, satisfying way). Sometimes you were sick, others you were out of town, most times you ‘weren’t feeling up to it’ - the latter two would be closest to the truth, not that he’d know that.

You often looked fondly at whatever information came though about Dick - he took out the gymnastics first place for his age bracket in the Gotham state. The picture made your heart ache - his smile was wide and toothy, but even though your printed newspaper you could tell it wasn’t reaching his eyes.

Who you were watching most, though, was the Joker. You combed through old reports and new ones. Even called up Harley Quinn a few times, just to get a perspective on him from someone who was - at one point - much closer to him. She asked you why you wanted to know.

“I need to know.”

“O-kay. And where exactly have you been Val?” she’d said, voice crackling down the hotel landline, “You ain’t locking yourself up in that Mansion are ya?”

“No. I’m not in Gotham right now.”

“So what’s even the Joker to ya if you ain’t even here huh?”

“When I come back,” you said, “I’m going to kill him.”

You became a Joker expert in almost one night.

You got a late night visitor less than a week after that phone call. Clad in red and blue, with a gaudy cape and that stupid ringlet you and Bruce would always bitch about on late nights under bed covers.

You were a little happy to see Clark - you actually had nothing against him, it was all just in jest (or solidarity because Bruce was your husband). He was let in pretty quickly. Mostly to avoid questions from the nosey couple who’d been staying in the room next to yours for the past three days.

He stood around awkwardly while you watched him from the seat next to the room’s microwave, posture screaming Clark Kent, journalist, even though he looked like Superman, world-know superhero.

“I’m, uh -” he started after you stared at him hard, wordlessly willing him to speak, “- I’m worried. I think you should go back to Gotham soon. To Bruce, specifically.”

“And why’s that?” He looked at you like you’d just said you had Kryptonite in your pocket.

“Because you’re in trouble.”

“I’m here in Metropolis, I’m with you right now, I couldn’t be in less trouble if I tried.”

“You know I have super hearing.” he said sheepishly. It was like he was telling his Ma he ran over her peonies with a bicycle. You put two and two together quickly though.

“You’ve been spying on me?”

“For me!” He said, stepping back with his palms towards the sky, “I feel better about not telling Bruce if I know what’s going on with you.”

“And so what part of your spying brought you here tonight?” Both your arms and legs crossed, you could tell from his face he didn't mean for you to get so offensive so quickly.

“You were talking to Harley Quinn?”

“Oh that,” you scoffed with a wave of your hand, “Even Bruce does that. She’s not so bad. Taught me how to roller-skate you know.”

“About the Joker?”

“That happens often when my husband is being a pain in my ass,” you said, “Reminds me he could be much, much worse.” Clark motioned his head - ‘fair’, but then he returned serious once more. This time it wasn’t a question.

“You said you were going to kill him.”

You knew he couldn’t read your mind, but he could hear how your heartbeat picked up. He had to know you knew you’d been caught. He sat down on the edge of the bed, waiting for your answer in the most approachable way he knew in that moment.

“I’d be doing everyone a favor.”

“Bruce - I don’t know what he’d do. He could hate you.”

“I’m sure he hates me right now anyway.”

“You can’t believe that,” Clark said, looking up at you with blue eyes that almost looked like Bruce’s. “You don’t really believe he hates you right now?” You took a great interest in the patterned carpet. Clark said your name, and you reluctantly looked back at him.

“He misses you.”

“I miss my son.” You bit back at him bitterly. His face remained hard. This was suddenly no longer Clark. You were talking to Superman now.

“I’m not sure how to say this kindly,” Clark said with a firm voice, “But you’re so focused on the child you lost that you’re abandoning the one that’s still here. Bruce misses you, but Dick misses you even more. He doesn’t need to lose another Mom.”

His stare was hard, stubborn - he wasn’t going to let up. Your stare was hard too - sour and angry, not because you didn't believe him, but because you knew how right he was.

“I think you can leave now.”

Two weeks later, after a late night grocery run that consisted mostly of chicken noodle cups and instant coffee, you found a lump of black sitting in the dark with its back against the door of your room.

Clark told Bruce.

He didn’t seem to notice your approach, but once you stood toe-to-toe with his polished Oxford shoes, you kicked his leg.

“Get up.”

His head of messy hair lifted, and when his brain fully processed you - his wife, finally! - standing before him, he almost jumped to his feet. Uncharacteristic of him outside his prior - and now ditched - playboy persona.

He breathed your name, stepping forward with hands outstretched as if to hug you. You took a step back. Clark, apparently hadn’t told him everything - if he had, he was taking it very, very well.

“Where’s Dick?”

“With Alfred,” he said, hands falling to his sides again after you hummed in acknowledgment. You both stood in silence for a while, before you gestured to a door with a full hand. He got the hint, stepping away, then taking the bags away from one hand as you fumbled for your keys.

The quiet continued as you let yourselves in, you sat the shopping on the bench, and he made himself at home at the table near the door. You sat back down in the microwave chair, the furthest place from him you could be while still staying in the room.

“Been keeping busy, Bruce?” you asked, he turned to fully face you in his seat.

“Not really,” he said, “I’ve been looking for you. Never thought you’d be here,” You almost smiled, thinking about how right you were for coming here. Almost.

“Heard you went to Saudi Arabia while I’ve been gone.”

“It was nothing. Really.”

“You couldn’t have been looking too hard if you were able to take a ‘nothing, really’ trip to the Arabian Mountains.”

“I’m not here to fight with you,” Bruce said, resting a palm on his knee, “I’m here to ask you to come home. We all miss you.” his last words came out very quietly. “It’s been months. Nothings going to get easier if you stay away.”

“Are you listening to yourself?” you said with a soft scoff, “He who literally spent every single night after Jason died away from home. He who spends every moment he can down in a dark damp cave rather than with his family - I don’t think you get to tell me where I should be.” You felt tears well in your eyes - hot and fat if they fell, but you willed yourself not to let them. Bruce’s shoulders softened, and he stood and walked closer slowly, coming to kneel before you with his fingers just touching yours.

“We both haven’t been doing well, have we?” his head shook and his voice was barely audible. It was like he was speaking to himself. His admission - finally, his own pride and stubbornness aside, and it made yours disappear like dust in the wind.

“You need to see my bathroom,” you said. His head cocked, a sly smile twitched onto his lips.

“Oh?” he said, “And what might I find there?” But you weren’t smiling. You were trying to be honest.

“Just go look.” you said, turning away from him, bringing your hand away. Telling him with your actions that you weren’t going to be talking until he did.

He stood, opening the bathroom door behind you and flicking on the light. You could feel how still he was. Taking in the room, and what was inside it.

All across the mirror and walls were taped up newspaper clippings and photos and articles printed off from the library, old and new, a few of him - Batman - but most of the Joker. Beside the toilet was a case - one he knew would hold parts of a rifle (parts he'd seen you pull apart and put back together in a minute flat) - and across the sink were knives and gun magazines.

Bruce stepped off the carpet and onto the tile. There was a little list in the center of the mirror, written in red and with the last line underlined.

‘Kill the Joker’.

When he returned to you, he was holding the list in one hand.

“When were you planning on doing this?” he asked. You weren’t able to meet his eyes when you answered.

“Whenever I go back to Gotham.” His body went rigid beside you. Audibly, he let out a breath.

“I’ve thought about it too. Just getting rid of him like that.” he admitted, voice quiet and with a rough edge, “But I know it won’t help. It won’t bring him back.”

“This isn’t about bringing him back. If I knew it could bring Jason back I’d have done it weeks ago.” You looked up at Bruce as you spoke, watching as his face crinkled in disbelief.

“You’re so serious about this.”

“How could you still think I’m not serious?” you said, standing to help convince yourself you weren’t as unsure as you felt. “I will do it. A time will come when that monster dies - wherever it is I will be standing by watching.”

He watched you. Analyzing your face and the way your eyes moved. His face set like stone, hard and sure and you knew he was much more upset now having found out than what he was when you were missing. He took a step back.

Bruce was moving towards the door.

“I won’t stop you. I couldn’t bear to.” he turned, hand on the door handle, “But Batman still will.”

As far as you knew, you’d made it back into Gotham City undetected.

You knew the route’s Bruce - no - Batman, took while out on patrol. You knew the surveillance he constantly would check. You knew because for years you’d helped him do it all.

Thankfully, you had a not-so-little little helper - Joker assassination aside, Harley was more than happy to put you up for a while. After you’d killed Joker you’d planned to turn tail and leave again - maybe hide someplace in Australia where no one barely goes. It wasn’t like you had to put up with her long anyway.

Harley was great, but you’d have to love her a whole lot to live with her longer than a week. But you weren’t planning to stay that long.

You’d tracked Joker to an apartment complex near Arkham - you knew he wouldn’t stay there forever, so you needed to act fast.

Your weapons of choice were clean and ready to go, your escape routes A through to D were memorized, a hood and bandana combo were acquired to hide your identity long enough for no one around to know it was you. By all means and definitions you were ready to go.

You left Harley’s place wordlessly. You were sure she didn’t even know you left.

A cloak and the shadows of night concealed you from most passersby. Slowly, slowly you stalked towards where you knew the Joker to be. When you climbed the fire escape to find your vantage point, you almost didn’t make it all the way there because you saw Him.

Sitting, lounging. Acting like there was not a single thing in the world to worry about. It made you so angry you could scream, claw your eyes out, you could do so many things all because that man couldn’t care less about your son dying.

In fact, you didn’t make it to your original vantage point.

You settled right there, three levels lower than planned, and took the rifle off your shoulder. Clipping on the scope, twisting the silencer on, packing the magazine in. Settled your body into a comfortable position, then raised the gun to look at your target through the scope.

With greasy green hair and yellow teeth, you watched him smile through the crosshairs. With a sneer you flicked the safety off. You were ready to take the shot.

A flash of red, green and yellow came in front of the Joker. You frowned, confused. Pulling the scope back you looked again with a wider range and saw something that made your heart drop. Someone was tied up and presented to him like a present.

The Joker had Robin.

Your Robin. Your son. Your Dick Grayson.

Suddenly this was more than just a chance to avenge Jason. A switch flicked inside your heart. This wasn’t a chance to avenge Jason anymore; this was you, saving the son you had left. This was you not giving that monster the chance to keep you in black.

The lethal rifle was ditched right there on the fire escape, not caring if a lowlife found it before you could return. The knives you’d stashed - ‘just in case’ - were now your swords. Their piercing blades becoming the only thing shielding those who stood in your way a feral beating from bare fists.

No one was standing in your way of taking Dick home safely.

Your veins pumped white hot, you saw red all over. This was not going to happen a second time. It wasn’t ever going to happen again.

A goon at the door stood in your way, he was met with a knee to the crotch and a wound to his shoulder to keep him down. More on the stairs were thrown over bannisters. One had his head smashed into the doorway of the Joker’s apartment. Another was given a hard elbow to the back of his neck.

You weren’t aiming to kill - you were aiming to get them out of your way, and keep them that way.

When you reached the room which window you saw through, there were only four other people aside from yourself, your son, and that murdering bastard. They all stayed quiet, goons waiting on a call to action from their boss. You missed the way Dick’s eyes widened as he realised his Mom was here. You were busy staring down the Joker, trying to make him feel just how much pure hate you had for him without a single word.

“Give me Robin,” you said, voice low, venomous. Dangerous.

“Well if you want him so bad, and since you asked nicely,” His smile spread wide and uncanny. “Come and get him.”

So you did.

Like a blur of back and blue, you had all four men either out cold or groaning on the floor. The Joker himself was under your kneeling form with his teeth now stained red and an eyes swollen shut.

“Listen well because I’ll only say it once.” You said, your hand a rough fist in his hair to make sure he looked into your eyes and saw exactly how much of a threat your promise was.

“I spared your life today. I will never do it again. I am not the Batman. The next time I find you trying to pull something with one of my Robin’s and you see me coming you'd better run the other way because I will kill you.”

After untying Dick, retrieving your abandoned gear, and throwing Joker into Arkham, you reconvened with Dick on a nearby rooftop.

You barely stood upright on two legs before he barreled into you, arms thrown around your waist with his face squished right into your collarbone. He’d grown taller in the time you’d been away. You felt tears fall as your arms wrapped around him in kind.

“I’ve missed you Mom.” he mumbled into your shirt, “Please don’t go away again. Please.”

A hand raised to the back of his head as you pressed your covered nose into his hair. You took a deep breath with your eyes closed, then opened them, peeling you both apart just enough to take in each other's faces. Even with his mask on you could see how much he was pleading with you to stay.

You brushed his hair away from his face - he needed a haircut soon.

You wanted to stay, you never wanted to leave him ever again, not after tonight. But would Bruce let you?

Out the corner of your eye you saw a black drop fall onto the rooftop a little ways off. Batman. He stood, tall and intimidating. In that moment you had half a mind to take a step back even though he made no move closer to you.

Instead you just held Dick a little tighter.

Bruce's hand reached out to you, palm open, outstretched, and empty. Waiting for you to take it.

“I think we can go home now.” he said, “We all can.” Like that, Batman disappeared. Bruce was here. You guessed he bluffed - when it came to you Bruce was always there.

Things were not going to go back to normal. They weren’t for a while. But the best thing you could do was stay together, all together. As a family.

Nothing was going to push that away from you again.

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goldenempyrean · 11 months

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Hi, can you write a fanfic where Natasha gets sick but still goes to work?please ? 🥺

Conflicting Priorities

〚 Notes - Heyy, long time no see? Its been a few days :,) Guess which idiot caught a cold in the summer? Yup. Anyway definitely feeling better now so hopefully I can get caught up with some writing :D 〛

〚 Pairing - Natasha Romanoff x Reader 〛

〚 Summary - Nat’s sick and is insisting on working but you find a way to work around that. 〛

〚 Wordcount - 830 〛

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“Seriously its almost noon! Why is she still sleeping?” Tony grumbled in annoyance as he paced back and worth, “Thats it, I’m waking her up.”

“No, let her sleep.” You interrupted with an equally annoyed grumble, only your irritated was directed towards the inpatient man in front of you, “She needs to sleep Tony, she was up all-night coughing. It wouldn’t kill you just to cover her shift.”

Tony stopped in his tracks and turned to face you, a frown on his face. "I get that she's sick, but we have a job to do, and we can't afford to have someone slacking off. It’s now her shift, I was meant to be in a meeting 10 minutes ago.” He retorted.

You crossed your arms, meeting his gaze with an assertive look. "We also can't afford to have an exhausted and unwell Avenger working. It's not just about her well-being; it's also about the quality of her work. If she's sick, she won't be able to perform at her best, and that could impact everyone.”

“What could impact everyone?” A quiet, raspy voice mumbled as Natasha shuffled into the room. Her usually fair skin was sickly and pale and her messy hair hung clumsily at her shoulders. She definitely should’ve been in bed.

“Oh baby, you’re meant to be resting.” You sighed as you rushed over, cupping her feverish cheek as you felt her temperature.

Natasha weakly leaned into your touch; her eyes half-closed. "I know, but I couldn't sleep anymore," she murmured. "What's going on?"

“Nothing sweetheart, it's okay.” You said reassuring as you wrapped an arm around her waist, guiding her towards one sofa leaning against the wall, “C’mere baby, sit down for me.”

The site of the main desk and observation equipment must’ve sparked a thought in her fevered brain though because she suddenly gasped a little - which led to her throat rebelling, sending her into a series of chest-rattling chests - and you instantly knew that she’d remembered it was her shift.

“Fuck. Sorry Tony, I’ll get right on it.” Nat blurted, pulling out of your hold and heading to the desk before clumsily falling into the seat behind it, “What needs doing, where are we at with the- the.. Hhi’tshoo!”

Natasha sneezed suddenly, her head dipping forward as she effectively contaminated all of the older man’s files and schematics, sending him visibly recoiling whilst you on the other hand, rushed around to find a box of tissues to bring to her.

You quickly grabbed a box of tissues and rushed back to Natasha's side. Placing the box on the desk within her reach, you gently rubbed her back to soothe her.

"Hey, it's alright. Don't worry about the work right now," you said softly. "You need to focus on resting and getting better. I'll take care of everything here. Just let me handle it.”

Tony, still visibly annoyed by the situation, sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "Fine, but we can't afford to fall behind schedule. Make sure you keep me updated on any important developments."

"I will, Tony," you assured him. "I'll make sure everything stays on track."

Natasha, her voice weak and hoarse, interjected. "It’s my work though, my responsibility. So, I need to do-“ Her breath caught on a sudden inhale and you speedily swiped some tissues and pressed them into her hand just before she set off into a series of desperate sounding sneezes.

“Oh baby, bless you.” You sighed, knowing you’d need to find a way around your girlfriend working before she would ultimately exhaust herself further, “How about I make you a deal, I’ll do half of your shift whilst you nap then I’ll when that's up, I’ll wake you, how does that sound?”

Of course, you had no actual intention of waking her up. You’d just make some excuse about being in the rhythm and forgetting the time. She’d probably be too tired to question it anyway but luckily enough your deal seemed to be a good enough compromise.

Natasha nodded and slowly rose from the seat, letting you take her place, “You’ll wake me up when it’s my turn?” She murmured sleepily as you nodded.

“Sure baby, I’ll wake you up when it's all over.” You said, carefully watching your words, “How about you go lay down on that sofa, or even better go back up to bed for a bit.” But to your surprise, Nat instead came and sat back down on your lap. She cuddled into your chest as her legs slipped around the back of the chair. She honestly looked like a baby koala clutching into your chest.

“Well, I guess this works too.” You murmured softly, placing a little kiss to her forehead as she led her head on your shoulder. Sure, it wasn’t the comfiest way to work, hell it’d probably slow you down. But you didn’t care. All it mattered was that Natasha was safe and loved.

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Unpopular Phase 4 & 5 Opinions

Quantumania is the worst Phase 4/5 movie. And it wasn’t even because “kang got beat by ants.” (I liked kang in this movie). It’s just that the Spy Kids aesthetic & bad acting & overall weird vibes just weren’t for me.

Love and Thunder is no worse than Ragnarok. I would argue that it’s better in a lot of ways, actually. I really liked it.

Taika Waititi ruined thor with bad humour all the way back in Ragnarok tbh, but y’all weren’t complaining about it then 😒.

BuckySarah is better than sambucky every day of the week.

The Marvels was a good ass movie & they’re one of my favorite teams in the mcu. I’ll never forgive cbm sites & online dudebros for killing the hype from the moment the film was announced.

I adore America Chavez & Kamala Kahn and I want to see them in everything. They must be protected at all costs.

Multiverse of Madness had shitty characterisation & basically just copy-pasted the ‘grief made me go off the deep end & hurt people, then I realised and stopped myself’ storyline from Wandavision… but Wanda was extremely selfish & apathetic to other people’s suffering from the time she was introduced in the mcu. MoM didn’t make her like that.

Wanda should’ve been looking for Vision (her actual real life boyfriend whom she spent years with irl) in MoM instead of the kids that weren’t even real that she spent like a week using as characters in her sitcom.

Making everyone forget Peter Parker wasn’t profound or poetic in any way- it was just frustrating and needlessly cruel.

I’m begging marvel to understand that heroes don’t have to be in constant suffering to be heroic & villains don’t have to sacrifice themselves to achieve redemption. Let characters heal and atone, you absolute weirdos.

What If…? is the most boring show ever. I’d rather watch Secret Invasion or She-Hulk.

Season 2 of Loki is, in a cinematic & artistic sense, the best marvel project period.

Loki season 1 was meh- more of a fun au than anything because his characterisation kinda sucked. Season 2 fixed it, though, and made it way easier for me to incorporate this version of Loki back into the larger mcu.

Having Steve stay in the past with Peggy was stupid af.

I don’t hate Peggy (or Captain Carter), though. I actually think she’s pretty cool.

I don’t really love Steve. He’s arrogant & they never really let him have flaws & something about him being a perfect metaphor for the American military industrial complex (and marvel painting that as a good thing) doesn’t sit right with me.

The Illuminati got done dirty and the only reason they went down so fast was because Wanda had all that plot armor.

I thought the retcon of having Wanda be “destined” to become the Scarlet Witch since birth was an annoying cop-out. Her powers originating from being experimented on with an infinity stone was way more interesting.

Loki & Wanda have almost the exact same powers.

Nebula deserved a bigger rule in killing Thanos & everything else moving forward.

I love Kathryn Newton but her acting as Cassie Lang was the worst acting I’ve ever seen in the mcu, like it was outrageously bad.

I’m glad Sam is the new Captain America and not Bucky.

The fact that Bucky probably isn’t gonna be one of Thee lead characters in the upcoming avengers movies feels sick and twisted.

Secret Invasion was actually passable until the G’iah scene at the end. That ruined it. And Nick Fury deserved way better for his solo series.

Kang is so much more interesting than Doctor Doom. I really hope they just recast him.

Carol Danvers does NOT deserve the hate she gets.

I actually disliked Carol until The Marvels. That movie made me a stan.

The way people treat Monica as Wanda’s little inferior pet creation or smth & then brag about it is uhh very sus.

I don’t like sylvie (bc she’s an amalgamation of 3 different comic characters- which killed any hopes of them appearing individually in the mcu, the creators used her existence to butcher Loki’s genderfluid rep, & she was written poorly) & I HATE sylki (bc it’s weird & unnecessary).

Marvel isn’t dead. I actually love where they’re taking things. But that’s just me.

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mikasa-imadebiscults · 7 months

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Bittersweet Revenge

Alcina Dimitrescu x FEM! Reader

(A/N- I hope you enjoy this! Tell me what you think about this in the comments or reblogs, I would really appreciate it!)

(Warning: Angst, swearing, heavy description of blood and gore)

In all your years of life you’ve never expected to meet a person like Alcina, but damn were you grateful for her. Despite how Alcina treated the other maids, she had a soft spot towards you. Always taking good care of you whenever you were ill, made you feel safe, and much much more.

You were hiding in your bedroom, slightly shaking from fear. You had just encountered Ethan Winters, luckily he didn’t see you. You knew who he was because Cassandra told you about how he entered the castle and got captured. So why was he roaming around? How in the hell did he manage to escape?

You take a deep breath in before breathing out, your anxiety starts to calm down as you think about Alcina. You have faith in her that she can defeat him, she is incredibly strong after all. A mere human cannot be able to kill her.

Some time passes by and you hear a loud menacing roar, you know instantly that it’s Alcina. It concerns you that she had to result to that form, but you still hold a strong sense of faith in your heart.

You waited and waited for what felt like ages until you heard the fighting come to a halt. Surely Alcina would’ve come find you after she transformed back to her usual self, right?

So you waited..and waited..and that’s it you’ve made up your mind. You are going out there to check on your love.

You walked around to where they just battled, stepping over some debris before you saw her. Your one and only love of your pitiful life crystallized on the cold ground.

Your heart dropped to the bottom of your stomach as you felt a overwhelming feeling of sadness and guilt for not protecting her. You should’ve done something, anything to help her win. You walk up to your deceased lover and hug her tightly, warm tears fall on the ice cold crystal.

Soon your tears stopped and you felt the blood in your veins boil with rage. You are gonna kill that ma- no, monster you are gonna kill that fucking monster.

You gave a soft kiss on the crystal head before whispering a quiet “Rest my love” to it. You got up and quickly but quietly went to your bedroom to avoid drawing any unwanted attention to yourself.

When you got to your bedroom, you opened the bedside drawer and pulled out a steel pistol. The look of it saddened you as you faintly remembered Alcina gifting that to you just in case something ever happened and she wasn’t there to protect you anymore.

Loading up the pistol, a sinister smile appears on your face, “Don’t worry my Lady, I’ll be sure to avenge you.” You say with certainly. Opening up the drawer below, you pulled out a belt, sheaths, and a few knives.

The rage continued to boil throughout your blood as you suited up, putting on the belt, attaching the rough leather sheaths to it, and putting the knives inside and the pistol in it’s holster. You had everything set now for your perfect revenge.

You carefully walk outside, the cold breeze hitting you. It was a weird feeling to be in the freezing cold but not feel cold at all, you can thank your anger for that. You were looking around for awhile until you finally saw him. He was trading stuff with the Duke and you carefully walked closer.

The Duke gave a small glance towards you, opening his mouth to speak. You shot a rage filled glare at him and he kept quiet, but still had that smile on his face.

You got closer and closer until you stopped. You were right in front of him. That monster. You swiftly but quietly pulled out your already loaded pistol and fired two shots. One of the shots hit Ethan’s left arm and the other on his right. The bullets went through his bones so he couldn’t move his arms, he turned around and tried to back away. There was nothing he could really do to defend himself without the use of his arms.

You tighten your grip on the pistol before firing two more shots hitting his knees, causing him to fall on the hard ground. You drop the pistol and pulled out your knife, getting on top of him you say,

“I’m gonna make sure this hurts.” You stab him in the shoulder making sure the knife is as deep as it can go and cut all the way to his wrist. A loud pained groan erupted from him, making a smile appear on your face. “Ah that’s music to my ears. Come on, you can be louder, right?!” You yelled over his groans.

He was struggling but you overpowered him using pure rage and the struggling only added fuel to the fire. You pulled the knife out of his wrist and brought it down, stabbing one of his testicles. You laughed and laughed as his pained groans turned into yells and failed attempts to get the Duke to help.

“He ain’t gonna help you so just give it up.” As you said the last word you pulled out the knife and stabbed through his digastric muscle, you also managed to stab his tongue in the process. You grabbed the other knife with your free hand and stabbed his right eye. When you got the knife out, you took the stabbed eye and shoved it in his mouth, grabbing his jaw and forcing him to chew on the organ and turn it into pure mush.

When you forced him to swallow it, you stabbed his throat and he started to suffocate. You took the knife out of his digastric muscle and sliced through both of his cheeks, carving a smile on his face.

“Great I’m glad you’re just as happy as I am!” You say in a psychotic manner, your crazed smile never leaving your face.

You watched as he slowly stopped struggling and the light in his left eye died. You laughed one more time as you thought about his pained face, “Finally the monsters dead.”

You got up off the corpse and gathered all your weapons, and walked to the castle. You didn’t care if you were all bloodied you just wanted to go home..

Home, that single word brings a question to mind. Where was home? Home is supposed to be a place where you feel comfort and peace. Oftentimes it’s a place where you can come back to someone, but where was it? You didn’t have what everyone called a home, instead the only thing you had was..

You fell hard on your knees, as tears came down your bloodied cheeks and made a pitter-patter noise as they made contact with the ground, you had nothing now.

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