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fiftyshadesgrl · 2 years

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I almost do part 8

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Part 8

Jason's pov

A week, it's been a week that she's been here in the hospital, a week that's she's been here in ICU and on a ventilator. The last scan she had of her brain they said the swelling was less but still a concern, they still hadn't woke her up. I stayed by her bedside day and night, the nurses and other staff gave up trying to make me leave after the third day as long as I would step out when they asked me to to allow them to sponge bath her and change her bandages. Something I happily agreed to as long as I didn't have to leave the hospital.

Doctor Reed walked in just as I was finishing brushing out y/n's hair. "Mr. Momoa, how are we today?"

I shook his outstretched hand, "I'd be better I she would wake up."

He nodded, "of course, well we need to take her for another CT scan to see if the swelling has receded any. If not we may have to do surgery to relieve the pressure that's on her brain. The longer her brain is under strain the greater the risk is there will be damage."

"She seems better today. Even though she hasn't moved, spoke or woke up for that matter. I can just...feel it ya know. Like her soul." I say smiling in her direction and I wasn't exaggerating, for the past couple of days the sense that she is getting better has just got stronger.

"I've seen miracles before, so I don't doubt that she will make a full recovery." He patted me on the shoulder as two nurses came and and began to make preparations to take her to have her scan. I held her hand as they wheeled her bed down the hallway I've become all to familiar with until we got to radiation area. I gave her hand a kiss and then watched until the doors closed and I couldnt see her anymore. "As you know it'll take us about 30 to 45 minutes to do the scan. So take some time to yourself alright."

I nodded and made my way to the cafeteria to grab something to eat, after I had gotten my food I took the Styrofoam container out to my truck to eat and call Chuck. I felt bad leaving him and all that work at that garage but y/n was my first priority.

I dialed his cell phone and placed it on speaker, laying the phone down on my dashboard I dug into the sandwhich that I got from the cafeteria. Chuck answered on the fourth ring, "hey son, any changes?"

I swallowed the mouthful of sandwhich I had been chewing, "they're doing another scan to see if the swelling in her brain is less. I'll know more after the results."

"She still not awake?"

I sighed and pinched the bridge of my nose, "not yet, just a precaution remember."

He sighed on the other end, "right."

He yelled at someone in the background and I heard some clanging around. "Hows everything going there? Any news on your end?"

"The police found my car, two towns over. Son of a bitch totaled it." He growled.

"Do they know where he is?" I growled in return. Just the thought of Luke made me see red and my thoughts went to some dark places.

"Not yet. They towed his vehicle from the hotel. I reckon they're searching it for evidence. Other than that he hasn't showed up here or anywhere." Chuck sighed, he sounded tired which I'm sure he is. "How you doin' son? You alright?"

"I'm fine, don't worry about me. Just keep your eyes open okay, and be careful." We conversed for the remainder of the time it took me to finish my lunch and then I headed back inside to see if they were done with y/n.

She wasnt in her room yet, so I decided to shower and change into some of the clean clothes that Chuck had dropped off for me earlier this week. I walked into the en suite bathroom attached to y/n's room, undressed and started the shower. I stepped under the hot spray, as I stood there the exhaustion from the past week hit me in full force. My muscles ached, my bones felt like jello and my mind was clouded with so much that I could barely keep my eyes open.

I stood there under the spray for what seemed like forever just thinking of y/n and how I wished I could change everything that had happened so she would be okay. I heard a door open to her room and the nurses talking along with squeaking of the wheels of her bed. I washed my hair and body quickly then shut off the water. "I'm just finishing up, be out in a minute." The nurse told me to take my time that y/n was alright and not to worry.

I chuckled at that because all I have done over the past week was worry. I dressed quickly, towel dried my hair and walked out into the room, it was just me and y/n in here now. I used her brush to brush out the snags in my hair then proceeded to tie it up in a messy bun.

I smiled at the memory of when we were younger, y/n always called it a honey bun.

'Why do you call it a honey bun?' I laughed as she sat straddling my legs at the kitchen table, she playfully swatted my bun back and forth while giggling.

'Because you're my honey and you wear your gorgeous hair in a bun all the time. So you are my honey bun.' I roll my eyes as she focuses back on my eyes. "Plus you are super sweet, sometimes sticky and you melt in my mouth."

She whispered the last part against my lips, her words sending shivers through my body and fire directly to my cock. My hands traveled down to her ass, I cupped her cheeks and harshly pulled her closer to me.

I heard her moan as she bit her lower lip, my erection rubbing against her. I pushed her backward a little then pulled her forward, watching her pupils dilate as she was grinding on my cock.

Her left hand gripped the hair at the nape of my neck while her right hand gripped my shoulder. My hand traveled from her ass cheek around to her thigh, giving it a slight but firm squeeze, 'I know something sweeter than a honey bun.' I said watching her, my goddess, my love.

She was grinding against me now on her own, her breathing became rapid, she was close. 'Whats that?' She asked breathless.

'You.' I whispered against her lips as I pushed my fingers inside her panties and into her wet pussy. She gasped and let out a deep moan that struck my cock like lightning. God I could watch her like this forever. Her movements got faster as I felt her walls squeeze my fingers, 'come on baby. Come for me.' My words were all she needed to be thrown over the edge of orgasm. Her hips jerked and rode my fingers as I felt her juices coat my fingers, she slumped against my shoulder her breath fanning against my neck.

I pulled my fingers from her and brought them to my mouth, she lifted her head and watched as I sucked them clean. I hummed at the sweet taste of her that I will never get tired of. 'Hmm, sweeter than a honey bun.'

"Mr. Momoa." The doctors words pulled me from my daydream, he walked in smiling. "We got the results back and the swelling is almost completely gone." My heart leaped into my throat and I was smiling like the Cheshire cat. "We plan on reducing the sedation tomorrow if nothing she continues to make good progress. She should be awake in the next couple of days and we will begin weaning her from the ventilator as well starting tomorrow."

I breathed a sigh of relief, tears pooling in my eyes as I slumped back in my chair. "Doc, I don't know what to say. Thank you."

He smiled, "she still has a long way to go but I think she has overcome the worst of it." I nodded and he clapped me on the shoulder, "maybe you'll be able to relax now and get some rest yourself."

"Thanks doc, but I'm fine." He checks the lines and monitors again before he exits the room. I couldnt help but chuckle, I grab her hand and place kisses all over the back of it. "I knew it. I knew you would pull through. You're gonna be okay."

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grey-water-colors · 3 years

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After All This Time (Bucky x Fem!Reader) Part 4

It's short, but I cried writing it. I've hit a bit of a writers block, but I think I've got that sorted out. I just needed to take a thinking shower and I got it. This will be my longest series and I'm trying to eek it out a bit, but I'm still new at this, so please have patience.

Summary: The real world is a scary place, even more so when you’re alone. You live alone in a apartment filed with the figurative ghosts of your memories. You’ve both changed since you last met your fiancé, but can love mend the gap after all this time.

Pairing: Bucky x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Talk of torture, death, triggers. Mentions of humiliation. Sadness, depression, self-loathing. ANGST. Fluff comes next time I think.

Word Count: 2,066 Shorter than usual, but I think I make up for it in feels.

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3

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A knock at the door startles Y/N out of her thoughts. She hadn’t really left the apartment for anything other than her job, which was only two days a week. Despite having almost completely shutting down, the house was clean.

Y/N opened the door and gaped at the person on the other side.

“Steve? What are you doing here?”

Steve just smiled. “May I come in?”

She opened the door wider so Steve could walk through, then shut the door gently. She turned around and watched Steve walk to the couch on the opposite wall and take a seat. She opted to perch on the arm of the wingback.

“To what do I owe this visit?”

Steve laughed quietly, amused with her. “I could say I just wanted to visit an old friend,” he smiled.

Y/N smiled but it fell as soon as it came. “But that isn’t the case is it?”

Steve sighed and she could see the same wear and tear in his eyes that every soldier carried around. He looked older, despite looking only in his 30’s. She supposed war does that to people though.

“I’m here to apologize for Bucky. He was out of line. I could hardly believe that he did what he did. I had hoped that if I gave him time, he would come here and do it himself.”

“You don’t need to apologize for him. I get it. I really do, and to a certain degree, he was right. But I have my own reasons for being here.”

Steve just nodded. “Has Sam told you about him?”

She let out a harsh laugh. “He didn’t need to. I was there. I know full well what he went through.”

“I wish I knew-,” he paused. “I wish I knew how to help. To ease his burden.”

“We all have our crosses to carry, some heavier than others. What we, and hundreds of others, went through was a horrific experience that isn’t easily put into words. He seems better though, right?”

Steve nodded, looking for words, “He isn’t the same.”

“None of us are,” she whispered. “That’s not the point of it though. If you’re trying to get the old Bucky back then you’re beating a dead horse. Help him become who he is now. Someone with more baggage than any person should ever carry. Don’t try to change him.”

“I’ll work on that. Speaking of people who have changed, are you ok? Sam says you haven’t been down to the VA in a while. He’s getting worried.”

Y/N shrugged and looked away. She wasn’t ok, but if she told that to Steve, he would do everything in his power to help her and she didn’t want his kind of help.

She put on a small smile. “If we’re going to talk about people changing, I think we should talk about you. What happened to scrawny Steve? You were my height the last I saw you and now you’re a buff giant.”

He laughed. “I’ve a lot to catch you up on.”

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“Steve. Before you leave, I’ve got something that I was hoping you’d give to Jam- Bucky.”

“Yes. Of course.”

Y/N handed him a letter. The writing on the outside just said ‘Bucky’.

“I’ll get this to him.”

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There was a knock on Bucky’s door, then Steve walked in. Bucky looked at Steve with a look of sadness and self-loathing.

“What’d she say?” he whispered.

“That there was no reason to apologize.”

Bucky huffed. “Bullshit. I yelled at her. I called her weak and pathetic,” he looked away. “She would say something like that though.”

Steve sighed. “She gave me this to give to you.” He held out the letter.

“What’s in it?”

“No idea. She didn’t say and I didn’t ask.”

Bucky nodded, reluctant to open it.

Steve stood up and walked to the door. “I’ll let you read that in peace. I’ll be in the gym if you need me.”

Steve walked out and Bucky stared at the envelope in his hands. It was thick, and there was something small and lumpy in it.

He looked at, debating whether to open it or to put it in a drawer and leave it there till ate him alive. Curiosity got the best of him.

He opened the seal of the envelope with care, being sure not to rip it. When it was open he turned it over and something fell into his lap. His heart dropped.

There, on his lap, was the ring that been used to propose to her with. The last he had saw it, it had been nestled next her dog tags in the master bedroom. Why was it here?

He pulled out the folded paper and opened it. Smaller papers fell out onto his lap. They were old and had yellowed with time. He picked through some of them. His Social Security card, his birth certificate, and his bank papers. Everything he needed to restart his life outside of the avengers.

He finally started reading the letter.

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Dear James,

Can I even call you James anymore? The only other person who called you that was your mother and maybe your sisters. There are so many things that I wanted to tell you when I saw you. To say to you, but then things, well you were there. I feel like I owe you a bit of an explanation.

As you know, I was to leave a week after you. My orders were to fly to London to work there for three weeks, then get new orders. That’s not important though. What is important is that week that I spent alone was torture.

I wasn’t raised ignorant of the troubles of the world. Just like the rest of our age, I grew up in the Great Depression. My parents lost their job, and we almost lost our house. I grew up with the aftermath of the first World War. According to my mother, my father never recovered. War does that to people. It rips away your soul, takes your very being. I knew that.

When the second World War started, I would lay awake next to you and pray that US wouldn’t get involved. It was my worst nightmare. When the US did join, I knew, somehow that our lives were over. You probably don’t remember that I spent almost every waking moment with you. I was so happy when you proposed, but heartbroken as well. I just knew.

Knew that we weren’t coming back.

I spent the days of that week after you left getting things in order. Papers in the lockbox, hide the lockbox key. Cover the furniture to preserve it. I took care of everything. I left the ring in the lockbox.

I spent my nights awake in your chair, wondering what you were doing. Wondering if you were thinking of me. I’ll never know.

I was in Germany during December of 44. I was traveling with a group of soldiers. Everything happened so fast. Gunshots, yelling, blood. So much blood. That shade of red in the snow will always be etched into my brain. The German soldiers took prisoners, I was one of them. Out of the 25 I was traveling with, I ended up being the only survivor.

I transferred into the hands of Hydra. A replacement for a dead lab rat. My predecessor. They tortured me for so long. Wore me down to nothing. Humiliated me for game.

Every night as I laid in my cell, all I could think of was you. The memories of us in those three years. How perfect they were.

Of course, they weren’t perfect. We had fights, but they were never too bad. The apartment itself wasn’t great either, but it was home. The ceiling leaked in the bathroom, the floors creaked in the hallway, and the water took fifteen minutes to heat up. When you’re being tortured though, I guess that the mind only sees the good. I fixated on the apartment. It became the safe place. The only place in the world where the monsters couldn’t get to me. I held onto this place as long as I could.

But as much as the apartment was my safe place, all my memories of it were with you. So you had melted into that feeling of safety.

After they blocked away those memories, I didn’t even know they were gone. I became their puppet, a lab rat with no past or identity. Until I met you again. I didn’t know you, those memories were tucked away. My heart knew you though. I felt safe around you, which didn’t make sense because you were the Winter Soldier. Oh, but we worked well together. We did a couple missions, and I was living off an emotion I didn’t even know the name to.

Love. I didn’t know what that word even meant anymore, or what it felt like, but my heart reminded me every time you looked at me.

In the end, it was my fault that you ended up with the trauma you carry around pertaining to me. I got emotional when it was time to go, and we both suffered the consequences for it.

That happened in 1997. I went onto ice for the last time with a damaged windpipe, minor brain damage, and no memories to speak of. I was sent to Africa, and was going to be undergoing testing there, but my handlers got killed. I remained on ice for 27 years until Wakandan soldiers found me.

Shuri worked for 6 months to get rid of all the damage done to me with help of the notes that traveled with me. I spent 7 more months drowning in everything. I remembered everything. Every test, every horrid thing they did to me. But the worst part was remembering you. Remembering you and knowing what happened to you broke me.

It turns out I was right all along. We weren’t going back. I had to come to terms with the fact that you weren’t going to come back to me. So I reveled in the memories of you. Of us.

I had so many emotional setbacks, I was stuck reliving memories just from small triggers. A wrong look could send me spiraling into a black hole. But then I’d remember the apartment.

I couldn’t wait to go back. The one thing that had kept me sane, alive, and hopeful. The king paid for a plane ticket and I was back in New York. I wasn’t ready.

I had been so stuck in remembering that I didn’t, couldn’t, process the new. Still I persisted, until I could be in that apartment again. I had convinced myself that it would fix everything.

That it would fix me.

But you probably know that isn’t how life works. Those same memories that propelled me and kept me afloat, are now the anchor that drags me under. I’m drowning in the memories, and they cling to me. I’m trapped in a prison of my own making, unable to leave the ghosts haunting my memories of things that will never be again.

I stay awake at night reliving the days where I was happy, carefree, and in-love. But the truth is that I can’t sleep in the bed we shared because you aren’t in it. I can’t look at pictures of us, because we aren’t them anymore. I can’t wear the ring, because we are strangers.

So I live in a museum of things that shouldn’t exist anymore because I can’t move on. This apartment is killing me inside, but I can’t leave because I’ve convinced myself that this is the only place I’ll be safe.

The truth is, I am safe in this apartment, because the only thing that can hurt me here is myself.

Along with this letter, I’m also returning the ring. It belongs to you. I have also included your bank account numbers, so that you can access your accounts. I’m sure you won’t have as much trouble as I did.

I’d offer you a key, but I don’t think you’d ever want to step foot in here again. Truthfully, if I were you, I wouldn’t either, lest you get stuck here too.

Maybe in another life we could have been together longer, but just not in this one.

Love,

Sincerely,

Y/N

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imaginesga1ore · 3 years

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Loves Harsh Reality

Summary: Life is a bitch.

Pairing(s): Bucky Barnes x Reader, Avengers x Reader (all platonic)

Warnings: swearing, mention of past/current abuse

Prompt: “You want what everyone wants. You want a love that consumes you. You want passion, and adventure, and maybe even a little danger.”

Word Count: 1780

Do not copy, translate, or post any of my stories anywhere you write stories, whether that’s here, Wattpad, or Ao3.

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Life never treated you well. Not even when you were just an innocent child, trying to navigate your way in this terrible world. You were forced into a cold and unloving organization that was run by people who don’t really give a shit that you were only 2 when they stole you. They never treated you like a human, more like a laboratory experiment, which kind of went haywire. When you were brought in, the sleaze running this entire operation stripped you of everything you had so far, which was only a name you had just barely begun to learn, and they assigned you a number, much like a court case; experiment 973. And that’s what you went by for the next 23 years of your life.

The day you were rescued from that deranged and psychotic place was...hectic to say the least. It began like any other day while you were their little pet; get woken up at the ass crack of you don’t know when, test out your powers until you physically passed out and then get ungracefully woken again only to be forced to use your powers. This continues for hours on end before these assholes make you go fight actual people in hopes that you aren’t lacking in physical strength. You fight until bodies start piling up and when your sadistic handlers are satisfied with your progress, as if you haven’t they haven’t been training you to take down monsters bigger than Goliath himself. But something wasn’t right and you could feel it in the enclosed space of your cell.

While you normally had a rough awakening by someone poking, prodding, and eventually yanking you out of bed, nobody was there. In fact, there wasn’t even a peep from the cells neighboring yours. That was until you heard multiple gunshots and multiple bodies slumping against the floor. See, the thing about HYDRA is that they’ve trained you for this exact moment but every single ounce of training they’ve ingrained in your body and mind left the building completely as you hunkered down against the wall furthest from the thick, metal door barricading you from the outside world.

Suddenly, the door you were just measly standing behind came crashing down, dust from the unwashed floor rising. After the dust settled, you looked up to see the poster boy of HYDRA himself, the Winter Soldier. “Steve, I’ve got a live one here. Female, looks to be in her mid-20s,” he whispered into his ear piece. He slowly moved closer, putting his weapon away as he noticed your frail body shaking from fear. “У тебя все нормально? Я ведь не бил тебя дверью?*” Shaking your head, the soldier stopped in front of you, kneeling next to you. “Меня зовут Баки. Что у тебя?” Shrugging your shoulders, you made an attempt to look over at him. “That’s ok. How long have you been here?”

“двадцать три года*,” you said, a bit of hesitation in your voice, finding it hard to speak after decades of being punished if you spoke out of turn. As you finished speaking, you heard another voice, one which you assumed belonged to this Steve person.

“Хорошо. Стив дал мне добро, чтобы мы могли убираться отсюда,” Bucky said, standing back up on his feet. But you weren’t too sure about this. Along with your training, your handlers had pushed on you the notion that the Avengers, and anyone associated with them, were out to harm you, always, and that’s why you needed to be able to defend yourself.

“Ты ведь не сделаешь мне больно, верно? О-или убить меня,” you asked, clear hesitation towards the soldier who was about to grant you freedom from this hellhole.

Bucky looked at you with sympathy drawn over his features. Shaking his head, he gently grabbed your hands, a shiver traveling up your spine at the coolness from the vibranium arm. “Конечно, нет. Я вытащу тебя отсюда.”

-TIME SKIP-

It had been a few months since the Avengers had rescued you from HYDRA and you were beyond grateful that Bucky had stumbled upon you that day. But the fear that HYDRA had instilled in you about being near the Avengers was still running rampant in your system. Whenever someone knocked on your door, or came up behind you, your fight or flight instincts kicked in like that of an animal in the wild. You thought it’d be better by now, considering you have been going to therapy since coming to the compound. But today, all your frustrations came to a head.

You probably should’ve been in bed considering it was 4 in the morning but you needed to burn off some steam. What you failed to realize was that a certain super soldier was sitting in one of the boxes above the training center, watching your every move. But, him being a super soldier meant that he could pick up on more than you realized. Bucky had noticed that blood dripping onto the floor, which came from your terribly wrapped hands.

He knew you were on edge, but not like you were when he first got you out. By the time that you realized Bucky was in your presence, it was a bit too late. You felt a hand on your shoulder; two seconds later you had the body attached to the arm on the floor, your other arm extending towards their throat, keeping them pinned to the floor.

Once the haze cleared, you could tell who it was that you had down on the ground. “Buck? Oh my god.” Quickly pushing yourself off of him, you started pacing the gym floor. “Fucking shit. I am so sorry Bucky. I-I didn’t mean to do it. Are you ok? I didn’t hurt you, did I?” You kept rambling and pacing until Bucky stopped you, stepping in front of you to stop you from wearing a hole in the floor.

“I am fine, кукла. Are you ok? Your hands are bleeding.” Looking down, you saw the streaks of red coming out from under the tape on your hands. “Let’s go get you fixed up, ok?” Nodding, you followed Bucky out of the gym and towards the medical center. “So, what’s got you going at 4 in the morning anyway?”

“I couldn’t sleep. No matter what I tried. I even tried that tea Wanda suggested. By the way, don’t drink it. It tastes like dirt.” Bucky chuckled as you sat on a gurney, grabbing supplies from the cabinets. “What are you doing? Shouldn’t we wait for, you know, a doctor, or an actual medical professional to come in and do this,” you immediately questioned him.

“Do you seriously doubt my suturing skills? I did serve in World War II, so I’m pretty confident that I know my way around a needle and thread,” he said, carefully unraveling the useless tape from around your knuckles, taking a look at the damage. “Yeah, this’ll probably take a little bit, but don’t you worry, Dr. Barnes is always here to help.” Bucky smiled at you, calming your nerves the tiniest bit.

After prepping and numbing you properly, Bucky began stitching your open wounds shut. “So, do you wanna talk about why you couldn’t fall asleep? Talking might help, at least it usually does for me,” Bucky asked, not taking his eyes off his work in progress.

“I, uh, I keep having nightmares. They went away for a bit, when I could actually sleep for the night, but for some reason, they’ve come back,” you admitted quietly, almost like it was a dirty little secret.

“Well, you’ve only been here a few months so I wouldn’t expect your nightmares to just instantly go away. It took me a few years to actually get a good night's sleep with them waking me or anybody else up. So I know exactly how you feel,” he said, finishing up before wrapping your hands in sterile dressings. “And you are all set. Now, no excessive force, which includes going to the gym at 4 in the morning and working out like you are about to fight the Hulk.” You laughed lightly, shoulders loosening up.

“Why are you being so nice to me? I mean, you just stitched up my hands cause I got too into my own brain after I almost choked you when you could’ve just dropped me here and gone back to bed.” Tears filled your eyes once more, a thickening feeling surrounding your concerns.

Bucky sighed, gingerly sitting next to you on the gurney. “When I found you at the base, I knew it wasn’t going to be an easy ride for you. Or for anyone here really. Adding another member to the team can sometimes jostle things around. And I knew for a fact that you would feel like an outcast amongst some of the biggest heroes the world has ever seen...so far,” he said as you laid your head against his arm, wiping away the tears that had made their way down your face. “And I thought maybe, just maybe, if we became friends or even just acquaintances, that you wouldn’t feel so alone here. Cause I know exactly how that feels. And ever since coming here, I can see what I looked like when I was found; lost, felt like I didn’t deserve anything good or even deserving of love. But even though you hide it with a sort of tough exterior and you’re used to being trapped away, I can tell you something about yourself that you probably don’t even know,” Bucky said in a matter-of-fact voice.

“Oh yeah? What would that be,” you asked, quite curious as to what he may have found out.

“You want what everyone wants. You want a love that consumes you. You want passion, and adventure, and maybe even a little danger. Cause that’s exactly how I feel right now.” At some point, of which you weren’t sure, Bucky had hooked his fingers under your chin, turning your face up to meet his. Your eyes finally met his, capturing the look of a pure and innocent love in his icy stare. He slowly leaned down, but stopping right before your lips collided. “Is this ok?” Quickly nodding, Bucky pressed his lips to your own, cupping your face as your injured hands made their way to his sides.

Pulling back, Bucky rested his forehead against yours. “Never thought that this is how we would have our first kiss, doll,” he said, making you laugh which in turn caused him to chuckle. “But, I’m not at all opposed to it.”

“I’m glad. Now let’s get out of here. I’m tired.”

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1. У тебя все нормально? Я ведь не бил тебя дверью - Are you ok? I didn’t hit you with the door, did I?

2. Меня зовут Баки. Что у тебя? - My name is Bucky. What’s yours?

3. Это хорошо. Как давно ты здесь? - That’s ok. How long have you been here?

4. двадцать три года - 23 years.

5. Хорошо. Стив дал мне добро, чтобы мы могли убираться отсюда. - Ok. Steve gave me the go ahead so we can get out of here.

6. Ты ведь не сделаешь мне больно, верно? О-или убить меня? - You aren’t going to hurt me right? O-or kill me?

7. Конечно, нет. Я вытащу тебя отсюда. - Of course not. I’m going to get you out of here.

8. Кукла - Doll

If you see this on another blog, @multifandomwhre , that is my first blog where I submitted it to @sweeterthanthis “Quote Me” challenge.

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20rubixcubes · 3 years

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enhypen as baristas

maknae line x gn!reader (comedy, fluff, mild angst)

~1.2k words ea (headcanons)

warnings: cursing

a/n: i just wrote this for funsies, please be mindful that there is heavy swearing in these headcanons (particularly in ni-ki’s part), so if that isn’t your taste, perhaps skip this one! other than that, the rest of this is pretty chill, so i hope you enjoy my shitposting. oh, and lmk if you like this enough to want part two with the hyung line 👀 just maybe i’ll do it

sunoo

was only recently employed as an afternoon shift employee and was both shocked and distressed after discovering the cafe didnt have an instagram

“what do you MEAN you dont have instagram??? how do we post selfies???” “sunoo we sell coffee” “NO ONE WANTS COFFEE JUNGWON THEY WANT CUTE BARISTAS”

starts an instagram for the cafe and takes aesthetic pictures of his latte art

his selfies get way more likes though

speaking of his latte art, he masters the skill like a week in and everyone else is incredibly jealous

their jealousy wears off when jungwon tells him that he has to start training the new apprentices

pretends he forgot how to do it for like a week but it hurts his pride so he begrudgingly agrees to train the apprentices instead

in his free time he can be found snapping pictures around the shop, eventually expanding to taking pictures of the others too

“sunghoon stop moving you look cute and i need to take a photo” “sunoo im holding hot milk” “does it look like i care beauty is pain sweetie”

other than that, he sometimes sits in the booths to snack on muffins and do his homework since he only comes in to the shop for about an hour during his school lunch break and on the weekends

you meet sunoo after applying for an apprenticeship, wanting to get a job before you finish high school and start college

seen as though jungwon looks like the boss, you approach him, nervous for your first shift

“i’m here for the apprenticeship program?” “oh yeah! one second!”

he trots off to the back room, leaving you standing awkwardly in the middle of the cafe

“SUNOO GET OFF JAY YOU HAVE AN APPRENTICE TO TRAIN” “*gasp* YOU MADE ME SMUDGE HIS LIPSTICK I'M QUITTING” “NO YOURE NOT GET OUT THERE RIGHT NOW”

the yelling pauses before who you presume is sunoo stomps through the back room door, a scowl on his face

he spots you, groaning loudly “are you the apprentice?”

“yes” you say meekly, guilty for seeming to ruin his shift

he gestures you to follow him behind the counter, pulling an apron out from under the sink and shoving it to your chest

its clear that hes pissed, yanking his tools out from the cupboards as you tie your apron behind your back quietly

“have you made coffee before?” “only instant coffee” “oh fantastic”

he seems to be getting more irritated by the minute before he takes a deep breath and starts directing you around the machines

“to do the art, you angle the mug like this and draw with the milk, but it wont show until it reaches the top so dont go crazy”

as if its nothing, he demonstrates by drawing a perfect swan in the milk, setting the latte down and dusting his hands off

“wow… thats amazing” “i know right? no one here appreciates me enough” “they should! this is the best i’ve ever seen”

he grins at your compliment, nodding with satisfaction and sending a wave of relief over you as you notice he looks less angry with you now

“um… im sorry if i interrupted whatever you were doing before” “oh, that? i was just doing jay’s makeup” “you like makeup? me too! i’ve never seen a boy interested in it though, thats really cool” you smile genuinely at him as he blinks in surprise

“really? you think its cool?” “definitely!”

you watch the gears turn in his head before he smiles widely, seeming to have come to some kind of revelation as he nods

“i like you.”

your cheeks heat up immediately, but before you can say anything in return, he starts calling out for jungwon, leaning over the counter

“JUNGWOOON, CAN WE HAVE THIS ONE?”

“well thats up to them” he looks up from the table hes wiping down, adjusting his apron as he walks over to the counter

“so youre all finished with the course? i hope sunoo wasnt too much for you”

“i wasnt! anyways, youre employed, okay?” “sunoo stop theyre just an apprentice”

he groans loudly, irritated once more as he whips his head to you

“you have to work here, ok? i said so, so come back and apply or i’ll be mad!”

you laugh at his antics and smile “i’ll see what i can do”

after jungwon pries sunoo off of your arm, you return your apron and leave the shop with a wave

“YOU BETTER COME BACK!” is the last thing you hear as you step out onto the street, the bell ringing to signal your exit

a week later, you return to the shop, slightly anxious that your new friend(?) might have forgotten about you

but this is quickly washed away when you hear a high pitched squeal from the counter

“JUNGWON! HURRY THE FUCK UP AND GET THE FORMS THEYRE HERE”

you laugh as you approach the counter, a teasing tone on your voice

“are you supposed to be talking to your boss like that?” “whats he gonna do? fire me? im the only one who can make coffee in this place” “true”

soon enough, jungwon comes out of his hiding place, his hands clasped together

“im really sorry to ask this but please, you have to work here, sunoo hasnt shut up about you all week and i dont know if i can stand him anymore, i’ll even pay you extra please dear god”

you give sunoo a look, only receiving an innocent smile and puppy eyes back

“sure, i’ll take the job!”

jungwon sighs in relief as sunoo begins jumping up and down, yelling something about having his own little baby to take care around the shop as you groan, covering your blushing face

once you have your hours established (sunoo made you take the same as all of his, but you did the nights instead of the afternoons on the weekends, to his displeasure), you get straight to working

… well, sort of

it was hard to get work done with sunoo pestering you around the clock

“you think im cute right?” “yes sunoo” “even though i have bags under my eyes? “yes sunoo” “you promise?” “yes sunoo” “good”

admittedly he is slightly of help when it comes to the more fiddly parts of making coffee, but every other second of the day he seems to be flirting nonstop

“can i kiss you?” “no” “why not” “sunoo we’ve been over this” “BEING AT WORK ISNT A VALID EXCUSE”

worn down after his incessant yelling all day, you find yourself snapping faster than usual

“we’re not even dating, sunoo! why would i kiss you!? just stop playing with my feelings already!”

for the first time since you’ve known him, sunoo goes quiet

“why not?”

“what are you talking about now sunoo?” “why arent we dating”

now its your turn to go quiet

“do you not like me?” “what? no, sunoo-” before you can reason with him, you watch him quickly rush away from you around the counter, slamming the break room door behind him with tears in his eyes

cursing to yourself, you ensure there are no customers to serve before quickly darting after him

after looking around a bit, you hear sniffling from the supply closet and knock on the door quietly

“sunoo?” “leave me alone!”

you sigh, taking a step back and turning on your heel to face the opposite direction, running a hand through your hair as you think

you spot a dog bed at your feet, suddenly remembering that jake usually keeps his dog supplies covered in dog hair in the closet

“sunoo arent you allergic to dogs?”

“... *sniffle* y-yeah”

after you persuade him to come out by mentioning that his face is going to get all puffy, he steps out, eyes glued to the floor as he looks away from you in shame

placing a hand on his shoulder, you speak to him softly

“sunoo, look at me”

he does, hesitantly, his eyes red and watery and, as you said, puffy and inflamed

despite this, you smile

“i do like you back”

his eyes start watering again, your heart skipping a beat in fear that you had said something wrong

“e-even if my face is all puffy and gross?” his voice wobbles, the tears filling his eyes giving him a sense of vulnerability as you sigh

“yes, even if your face is all puffy and gross”

he smiles at that, shutting his eyes cutely as you press a kiss to his cheek

“and theres your kiss”

he whines “i was supposed to do that!”

“you can do it after we finish work, okay?” “WORK STILL ISNT A VALID EXCUSE…. but maybe today just because i need to ice my face” “yeah you really should, can you even see?” “no not at all” “great”

jungwon

the previous manager left suddenly and jungwon was given a semi-forced promotion as he was the only employee with at least half of a brain cell

poor boy is stressed 24/7

doesnt get paid enough for this

“hey jungwon we ran out out of coffee bea-” “I ORDERED NEW ONES FOUR HOURS AGO NOW SHUT UP IM TRYING TO MAKE SURE THE BOSS DOESNT FIND JAKE’S DOG SHELTER IN THE SUPPLY CLOSET”

goes through hell every day just to make sure the others dont burn the cafe down

is supposed to be on the morning shift but he stays until the afternoon

in his rare moments of downtime, he likes to go around and water the hanging plants around the shop

is that one vine where the mom listens to nicki minaj for the first time and screams “no” over and over whenever ni-ki gets control of the cafe music

“RIKI NISHIMURA WHAT IS THAT ON THE SPEAKERS” “ITS OUR LORD AND SAVIOUR ARIANA GRANDE” “TURN IT OFF THIS IS NOT PG13” “SHUT THE FUCK UP GRANDPA”

is only 16 but acts like a 32-year-old father going through a midlife crisis

lifts boxes of supplies all day yet his joints are famously brittle

“hey jungwon did you hear glass shattering too?” “sorry jay that was my back” “you need to invest in physical therapy” “maybe if i wasnt paying for property damage every other week 😊”

you meet jungwon when you drop into the cafe for a croissant and a coffee before your class starts

usually you come at night maybe an hour before closing so you had never seen him before, but here you were watching this cute but clearly stressed boy scramble around the shop carrying boxes of supplies to the back

trying not to be creepy, you sigh, turning back to your phone after watching him for a solid five minutes straight

as you do, you hear a crash coming from what you assume is the supply closet followed by a disgruntled groan

pausing, looking around at the other customers typing away at their laptops and waiting for another staff member to go check on the boy, you stand up as you discern that he must be the only one working and hesitantly go to see if he’s okay

“hello? are you okay?” you peer through the door, your eyes widening at the sight of him rubbing his head with a wince on his features, supplies strewn around him at his feet and a box knocked over beside him

“ah… um, yes, i’m okay, sorry if i disturbed you with that noise…” he smiles bashfully, pulling himself back onto his feet

“do you need help with all of that stuff?”

he opens his mouth to protest, not wanting to have to ask for help from a customer, but after seeing the amount of crap off of the shelves, he realises that there is no way in hell he’s going to be able to clean all of it up alone before his shift ends

“um… is that okay?” his cheeks flush with embarrassment as you smile

“sure!”

over the next couple of hours you two establish a little system of bagging the spilt supplies and passes them to eachother to put in boxes, chatting never ceasing as you discover that you actually have a lot of things in common

“since you work here, what’s your favourite kind of coffee?” “i like lattes… i cant stand bitter things” “me too! my friend drinks espressos though” “ditch them”

you also find out that he started being homeschooled after becoming the manager as he doesnt have time to attend normal school

the both of you find yourselves laughing nonstop, having fun in eachother’s company

so much so that you end up late for school

“oh shit! i completely missed my first class”

guilty for making you late, he offers to take you

“i can take you?” “you drive?” “well….. not exactly”

once sunoo and ni-ki arrive to care for the shop, he takes you out to the car park, pulling a spare helmet out of his backpack and securing it on your head before giving your head a pat as he gets onto his scooter

“you look cute” “i look like a bug” “a cute bug”

once you get to school, face red after having to hold onto him the entire time, you hop off and pass him the helmet with a shy smile

“thanks for driving me” you mutter, brushing off imaginary dirt from your shirt as you do your best to avoid eye contact, your face still flushed and heart racing

is it possible to develop a crush on someone this quickly???

jungwon is so cute that he makes it possible, you surmise

“of course” he mirrors your nervous smile, a blush finding its way to his own cheeks

as you bow and spin on your heel to start walking inside, he stops you

“wait!”

“what is it?” you turn to him, your heart still thundering against your ribcage at the fond expression he has plastered on his features

“actually… can i pick you up? after school?”

when you pause, your face growing hotter and hotter, he begins to sputter

“i-i’m really sorry, its fine if not! that was way too forward, i just really like you and- oh god that was even more forward- um-” “okay” “yeah i’m sorry that was a stupid questio- wait, what?”

before he can say anything else, your smile widens

“i’ll see you later, okay? don’t be late!” you wave, skipping into the building with a fluffy feeling in your chest

with an awkward wave, jungwon watches you leave, his mouth wide open in shock before a grin replaces his expression

getting back into his seat, the lovestruck smile never leaving his face as he drives off, he begins to count down the minutes until he gets to see you again

ni-ki

works the afternoon shift

technically an apprentice but he gets paid and has been there forever so basically an employee at this point

or he would be if he ever actually made coffee

he sits with the work phone all morning and chooses the music

perpetually dancing to 7 rings by ariana grande (look up his cover. youre welcome in advance)

jungwon and jay scream at him to at least do the mopping to which he complies, but not without performing a whole ass concert with it

once they saw him twirl and dip the mop

eventually they just told him to go back to curating the music because he was scaring customers away and they were losing business

he was horrible at cleaning anyway

“hey jungwon i think i got window cleaner in your plant” “im firing you” “i dont even go here” “STOP QUOTING MEAN GIRLS AND FIX THE DAMAGE YOUVE CAUSED”

you meet ni-ki while youre drinking your coffee at a booth and he plays your favourite obscure indie song so you have to compliment his taste and get to talking

he plays your favourite songs whenever youre in the shop and audibly hisses at anyone who tries to change it

makes choreography to said songs at home and tries to impress you by casually belting it out by your booth

when you compliment his dancing and ask how long hes been practicing that choreography hes all like “oh hahaha it was just casual freestyle super easy peasy”

(hes been practicing for two weeks)

thought he was being super obvious by doing these things but apparently nOT because you have not caught the hint at all and hes getting impatient

asks for advice from the others begrudgingly

“give them flowers” “jay thats so boring” “do you want to use one of my dogs? everyone loves dogs” “wtf jake since when have you had more than one dog” “make them latte art with a heart on it” “sunoo ive literally never made a coffee in my life” “why dont you just ask them out like a normal perso-” “shut the fuck up grandpa thats so weird no one does that”

eventually he settles on sunoo’s idea of making you latte art and he embarks on his journey to make his first coffee

rather than focusing on the actual taste, sunoo tells him to just do whatever so that he can show him how to do the art

“why is it green ni-ki” “you said to do whatever” “and your first idea was to make poison? idk if this is the best idea if youre trying to ask this person out” “shut up and pass me the milk”

burns his hands on the steaming milk jug at least fifteen times and ends up with so many bandaids on his fingers

despite how stiff the bandages are on his hands, he eventually manages to make a sort-of legible heart

“it looks like africa” “have you ever had steamed milk poured on your eyes sunoo?”

poor ni-ki waits for you all day, his heart leaping every time the bell on the door rings only to roll his eyes when it isnt you

he even stays past his shift so youd better let him take you on a date or hes quitting

when you finally arrive he trips over the bucket at his feet he was using to clean and spills dirty water all over his pants

“omg ni-ki are you okay what happened” *five octaves higher* “NOTHING I'M COMPLETELY FINE WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT”

by the time he’s finished cleaning himself up (and by that i mean fixing his hair in the mirror for twenty minutes) he takes a deep breath and walks over to you, somewhat cold latte in hand

“um,” he clears his throat, his face growing red as he slides the mug towards you “i made this for you”

“aw thanks ni-ki! why is it green” “........its matcha?”

youre slightly suspicious but you look back to the mug and slowly realise that the “drawing” slightly resembles a heart, smiling a little bit to yourself

when you look back to him, youre a little confused as to why hes just standing there

“is something wrong?” you press the mug to your lips, taking a sip

“o-uh uh actually, i wanted to ask if… if you would uh maybe sort of go on a date with me”

you can only smile

“yes, but…”

his heart starts beating faster, watching you anxiously

you stand up, taking the notepad and pen from his apron pocket and scribbling your phone number

“only if you promise to learn how to make actual coffee” you wink, handing him the notepad and sauntering out of the shop

hes stood there dumbstruck, stars in his eyes at the slip of paper in his hand

but then he realises: he has a new mission

rushing to the back room, he slams the door open

“grandpa, i need you to teach me how to make coffee right now” “literally why do i pay you”

with your promise in mind, the others see him work more diligently at the counter than they ever have before

“wow youre actually working today?” “shut up i need to figure out how to do this butterfly before i pry my eyes out with a fork” “haha funny joke ni-” “did i stutter”

at the end of the week, he forces heeseung (the cafe’s best coffee maker) and sunoo (the cafe’s best latte artist) to judge his latte

“this is… surprisingly good” heeseung peers into the mug, smiling at the swan ni-ki created with the latte foam as sunoo grumbles “dont tell me im gonna have to start competing with this kid, it probably tastes gross” “it tastes amazing too” “im quitting”

with his coworkers’ notes in mind, he finally works up the nerve to send you a quick message telling you to come into the shop

when you arrive the next day, ni-ki greets you and immediately gets to work, making sure to stand as close as humanly possible to your booth so he can show off his newly acquired coffee making skills

with you only inches away, he does make a mistake and spill milk on his shirt after looking at you and not his hands for a second too long, but you decide to give him the benefit of the doubt when he sets the mug in front of you

“wow! this heart is perfect!”

you smile, looking up to him “did you seriously learn how to do latte art just so you could take me on a date?” “… y-yeah, and?”

you can only chuckle as you press the mug to your lips, readying yourself to drink liquid dirt…

“this is… really good!” you grin, taking another sip and putting the mug down on its saucer

“i think you’ve definitely earned yourself a date… or two”

at this news, ni-ki’s face lights up, shoving the urge to scream down his throat before nodding stiffly to try and contain his excitement with a strained “cool” escaping his lips

“are you okay ni-ki?” “yes just give me one second”

he quickly scrambles to the break room, a moment of silence wafting through the store before a shrill scream fills the air

eyes wide, you turn to jay, who had been manning the till, after hearing him burst into laughter

“what is he doing?”

“we told him the freezer was sound proof”

#grumbles i guess i will tag #enhypen #enhypen x reader #enhypen headcanons #kim sunoo #yang jungwon #nishimura riki #kim sunoo x reader #yang jungwon x reader #nishimura riki x reader

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supercorpkid · 3 years

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This is why you should never trust an Imp – Part 3.

Supercorp, Kara Danvers x Daughter!Reader, Lena Luthor x Daughter!Reader

Word count: 2255.

“So, Kara knows.” Brainy says after you finish telling him your story.

“She hasn’t received any verbal confirmation, but yes.” You close your eyes thinking about how you might have ruined everything. “Should I expect to be stuck here forever?”

“According to my calculations…” Brainy says and you snap your eyes open to look at him. “There’s a high probability of my calculations being inaccurate.”

“What are you saying?”

“Look. The fifth dimension is unrelated to the sheer fabric of the regular dimensional space-time.” Brainy is about to open his mouth again and you interrupt him.

“So, you can’t do any correct calculation because Mxytopelek powers don’t respect the rules from our dimension.” You add and he looks at you perplexed, like he didn’t expect you at all to have understood that. “Luthor’s brain.” You explain yourself and he agrees with his head. “So, what do I do now?”

“I…” He looks at you and clasps his hands together. “Don’t know.”

“Great.” You give him a forced smile. “If we have no idea of what will happen next, can I please, please tell my moms the truth?”

“There’s no way to know the outcome of this, but you are aware of that.” He says and you agree. “I would say, do what’s best for you.”

He doesn’t have to tell you twice. You’re already flying back to the penthouse catching both of them off guard.

“Ok. Listen, I might be tearing the fabric of spacetime, but, well. Here goes nothing.” Kara turns back at you with a smile on her face. Lena has her eyebrows furrowed. “How do I explain it?” You take a deep breath. “Lena figured out how to combine both of your DNA’s so you two could have a daughter. Then I was born, like fifteen years ago. Or seventeen, I’m not sure.”

“I’m sorry, what?” Lena is completely in disbelief, but Kara doesn’t seem at all shocked. You were right, she knew it.

“Let her finish, love.” Kara asks and you agree.

“Kara, she’s saying she is our daughter, I think I’d remember if I had a daughter.”

“Right, well, remember that hypothetical question about time travel?” Lena shakes her head agreeing and Kara looks back at her, confused. “Yeah, well, it’s not really hypothetical. Cause, you see, I met this imp from the fifth dimension…”

“Mxyztplk!” Kara yells and you agree with your head.

“He said he would show me my future, and I got curious about what I was going to choose. You know, powers or science or robotics (I’m really good at that), and I wanted to see if you guys would be happy with my decision, but I guess he tricked me…”

“He does that a lot.” Kara adds, trying to make your story more believable to Lena.

“I should’ve known better. I am really stupid.” You look down ashamed and Kara goes to you and holds your chin.

“You are not. He’s an evil prankster, and you could never have guessed what would happen.” She makes you look at her and you smile at her.

“Yeah, well. There are a few possibilities of why no one remembers me. Y’know, different reality, memory wiping, maybe this is all a dream. Brainy have considered the options, but since the fifth dimension doesn’t oblige by the same rules from our dimension, there’s no way of knowing for sure, so if he doesn’t come, I might get stuck here forever, and if this is true then I needed you to know who I really am.”

“You’re our daughter.” Kara says with the biggest smile on her face and you smile at the realization that she’s happy about your existence.

“Ok, wait.” Lena stands up and walks to where you are both standing. She seems to analyze you for a second. “Why do you look so much like Kara?”

“Kryptonian DNA is actually dominant, and since the two chromosomes involved didn’t share similar sequences, if you had decided to combine them, it would probably have damaged the cells, producing genetic abnormalities. Since you couldn’t combine them, you chose to use Kara’s DNA so I could have powers.” You say and Lena’s eyes grow bigger. Kara is smiling next to her. “You know, the usual.”

“At least she has your brain.” Kara says looking very excited.

“Yeah, she used her DNA for that part. Anyway, I would love to tell you guys more, but if I’m being honest, I’m still hungry. You think maybe I can eat some more, momma?” You look at Kara and she smiles from ear to ear.

“You hear that, Lena? I’m a momma.” Kara says making her way to the kitchen and grabbing a few things she can cook. “So, you eat like a Kryptonian.”

“Like half a Kryptonian, which is already way more than any normal person.” You are almost going to the counter when you go back to Lena, who’s still pretty shocked at your existence. “Mom, are you ok?”

“Yes, I’m fi… Wait, why am I mom and she is momma?” Lena still looks very confused, but she’s leaning into this.

“You guys taught me my first words, so I’m guessing you two chose that before?” You sit on the other side of the counter and Kara puts a plate of waffles in front of you. You start eating immediately. “Or, I don’t know. Kara looks this adorable all the time and I caught her vibe?”

“I look adorable!” It’s Lena’s defense and you go back to her, so you can hug her. She doesn’t hug you back, but also doesn’t pull away.

“Of course you’re adorable, mom.” You smile at her and Kara agrees with her head. “Maybe I call you mom ‘cause you’re the one who carried me for 9 months and so I had to make up something else for Kara?”

“I like that explanation better.” Lena smiles and Kara chuckles.

“And I like the other one.”

You go back to eating and they stay on the other side of the counter whispering to each other, you laugh at that.

“Hey, um, just so you guys know, I have super hearing.” You say and they both look back at you. Lena sighs and Kara laughs like it was really stupid of her.

“Well, as much as I want to get to know you, and I love the fact that I have a daughter…” Lena says turning back to you. “You have to go back to your own timeline. Or reality. Or even get out of your dream state.”

“Wait. Why?” Kara looks at her and pouts. “If she was erased from our timeline then I guess is ok, but what if she’s from another reality? What if she’s not our kid, and she leaves and… I won’t be a momma anymore.”

“She makes a good point.” You say looking at them. Lena looks at you and then back at Kara.

“Kara, you’ve been a momma for half an hour.” Lena crosses her arms. “I get why you want her to stay, and I want it too, but don’t you think that if she’s from another dimension her real momma is missing her?”

“Oh yeah, that’s a better point.” You agree with your head, and Kara looks back at you like you’re not helping.

“But, but…” She goes to you and holds your face with both hands. “Just look at her, Lena, she is so adorable, and cute, and beautiful.”

“Kara, she looks just like you when you were younger.” Lena rolls her eyes, and you smile squished between Kara’s hands.

“EXACTLY!” She yells excitedly. “Please, let’s keep her.”

“Honey, she’s not a dog.”

“Lena, she’s our daughter!”

“Ok, wait. We don’t know that. There’s like a 50% chance she is not!”

“That means there is a 50% chance she is! I like those odds!”

“Kara!”

“Can I just say something?” You raise your hand and they look at you. Kara finally let go of your face and you smile at her. “Mxytopolik said he’ll come tomorrow to pick me up, so… Maybe we should wait and see if he’s keeping his word?”

“I doubt that.” Kara says and you look at her.

“This will give us more time before mom invents a time machine or something.” You raise your eyebrows a couple of times and she smiles, looking back at Lena.

“I say we wait!” She holds you sideways. “Let’s go flying together! I’ve always wanted a kid to fly with me.”

“I’m a teen, but ok.”

You had a fun day flying around National City with Kara, and eating all the pastries you could. You showed her the house you all live in, and even stopped a robbery with her. At lunch, Kara dropped you off at L Corp, so you could spend some time with Lena, while she went to work at CatCo. Lena didn’t have much time for you, but you two still talked about science and your inventions in her free time. It was great, which only made you miss your timeline/reality more.

It’s been fun hanging with your moms, even if they have no idea of who you are. You never thought that telling them the silliest things of your routine will make them so excited. Kara almost peed herself when you told her that you fought Mister Freeze and won, and Lena’s face lit up when you told her that you have your own lab at L Corp and that you two often work together. You didn’t know these things made them so happy.

At night you went back to the penthouse with Lena. Kara was so excited about the next day, she had it all planned out. It was very disappointing when you told her that Mxytoplolik would probably come to pick you up. But as the night went by, you realized he had absolutely double crossed you again.

“He’s not coming!” You say walking from one side to the other. “He’ll leave me here! Stranded in the future!”

“Did you guys set up a time?” Kara asks and you go back to her.

“No, we didn’t set up a time! Who sets up a time with an imp?” You cross your arms and Lena takes a deep breath.

“It’s ok, we can figure something out. You’re smart like me, we will think of something.” Lena says being the voice of reason like always.

“What?” You cross your arms. “We don’t even know if I’m still in my timeline, or in a different reality, we don’t even know if this whole thing is actually real. We literally know shit about this.”

“Language!” Kara makes a hard face at you and you soften your features.

“You definitely sound like my Kara.” You sit back in the chair in front of them. “I’m sorry, I’m just afraid. If you’re not my moms, then the real ones are probably so desperate right now.” You hold your necklace in your hand and a tear falls from your eye.

“Hey.” Kara goes to you and squeezes your knee, reassuringly. “We will figure this out. I promise you.” You shake your head agreeing and she looks at your hand squeezing something. “What’s that?”

“Oh, um, it’s the necklace grandma Alura gave it to you.” You show it to her. And Kara’s eyes pop out right away. “I didn’t take it! You gave it to me when I turned 13!”

“Except, my necklace is right here.” Kara stands up, getting the necklace out of her shirt and you furrow your brows.

“There aren’t two necklaces in your timeline, right?” Lena already knows the answer, but she wants you to get there too.

“I’m not in my timeline.” You say completing Lena’s thoughts and she shakes her head agreeing.

“See! Now we know, so we just have to, um, figure out how to create a portal to your dimension.” Lena says trying to look confident and you agree with your head.

“You can call the Flash! He can help with that, he is always-”

“Who’s the Flash?” Kara asks and your face drops.

“Well, if the necklace wasn’t proof enough.” You’re sad again. You can’t stay where you are. Your moms are probably worried sick knowing that you’re gone. How are you even going to explain yourself to them?

Actually, that’s not what you’re worried about. You’re worried about never seeing them again. Kara and Lena from this reality are amazing, and they sound just like your moms, but now that you know you’re not with your real moms, it’s not enough. You need your Kara and your Lena.

“Hey, we don’t need the Flash, we can do it. Me and you, kid, we can do it.” Lena goes to you. She kneels before you, and pulls you in for a hug. “I promise you, I’ll do whatever it takes to send you back to your moms, ok?”

“Thank you.” You hold her tight, and it doesn’t take long until Kara joins the hug.

“We’ll figure this out.” Kara says with her chin on top of your head. “I’m just really sorry you’re not my daughter.”

“Yeah, I’m sorry about that too. You deserve a kid so adorable, and cute, and beautiful like me.” You all laugh, and Kara kisses the top of your head.

“Come on, smart-ass. Let’s figure out how to create a portal.” Lena is the first one to let go, and you stand up right after. “Let’s get you home.”

You smile to yourself. They might not be your moms, but you already love them dearly.

#supercorp #supergirl #kara danvers #kara x lena #lena luthor #supercorp fanfic #supercorpfamily #kara x reader #lena x reader #supercorp daughter #reader insert

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multifandomwhre · 3 years

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Loves Harsh Reality

Summary: Life is a bitch.

Pairing(s): Bucky Barnes x Reader, Avengers x Reader (all platonic)

Warnings: swearing, mention of past/current abuse

Prompt: “You want what everyone wants. You want a love that consumes you. You want passion, and adventure, and maybe even a little danger.”

Word Count: 1780

Do not copy, translate, or post any of my stories anywhere you write stories, whether that’s here, Wattpad, or Ao3.

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-TIME SKIP-

“Oh yeah? What would that be,” you asked, quite curious as to what he may have found out.

“I’m glad. Now let’s get out of here. I’m tired.”

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1. У тебя все нормально? Я ведь не бил тебя дверью - Are you ok? I didn’t hit you with the door, did I?

2. Меня зовут Баки. Что у тебя? - My name is Bucky. What’s yours?

3. Это хорошо. Как давно ты здесь? - That’s ok. How long have you been here?

4. двадцать три года - 23 years.

5. Хорошо. Стив дал мне добро, чтобы мы могли убираться отсюда. - Ok. Steve gave me the go ahead so we can get out of here.

6. Ты ведь не сделаешь мне больно, верно? О-или убить меня? - You aren’t going to hurt me right? O-or kill me?

7. Конечно, нет. Я вытащу тебя отсюда. - Of course not. I’m going to get you out of here.

8. Кукла - Doll

I will also be posting this on my other blog, @imaginesmcu. This is a very, very late submission to @sweeterthanthis ‘s “Quote Me” challenge.

#bucky barnes blurb #bucky barnes headcanon #bucky barnes imagine #marvel

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scripttorture · 4 years

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What are the key things to avoid in writing torture so that it does not become torture apologia? I know that it clearly needs to show that torture is not getting real information, long term physical and mental effects for the victims, but what else? My goal is to write a story that is painfully realistic and offers none of the apologia that we see mainstream fiction.

I feel like this is sort of a case of ‘how long a list would you like?’ and I don’t personally feel like listing things is a very helpful approach.

I cover the things I think are the most common tropes in this post over here.

There are a lot of things that torture can’t do that most fiction (and a lot of people) assume it can. I think that part of tackling torture properly means tackling those preconceptions, a lot of which come from fiction.

I’ll drop a couple of bullet points to give a general list of things that turn up a lot in fiction and don’t match the reality in ways that (my opinion) are harmful to the discussion generally.

Assuming torture ‘works’ as an interrogation technique (it does not)

Assuming victims are unaffected

Assuming torturers and witnesses are unaffected

Conversely assuming that victims are so effected they can’t have a life after torture

Assuming torturers can change strongly held beliefs (doesn’t work, see Rejali)

Showing torture as skilled/complicated/scientific, it is actually laughably simple

Showing torturers as violent ‘because’ they’re mentally ill, the evidence suggests they are usually mentally healthy before they start torturing

Underestimating the damage done by some torture techniques (especially clean tortures)

Assuming resistance to torture is unusual (it’s actually common)

The idea that ‘good guys’ can never torture

Moral judgements on a survivor’s symptoms

Assuming torturers control what victims experience

Assuming torture has no effect on organisations

Assuming that torture doesn’t have huge knock on effects on investigations in particular

Thought experiments with no basis in reality ie the ‘ticking bomb’ scenario, ‘well I would talk if I was in pain’ etc.

Ignoring (or misunderstanding) the memory problems torture generally causes

Ranking the pain of victims (usually this means saying victims with obvious scars had it ‘worse’ then those without)

Fundamental misunderstandings about what ‘counts’ as torture.

I could probably write an essay breaking down each of these bullet points individually.

Generally? I think if you’re new to researching this stuff and haven’t read many of the books on the sources page then it’s important to question the knock on effects of what you’re writing.

If prisoners are in ridiculous clothes is it possible they could be suffering from a temperature torture? If a prisoner is in a cell alone is it solitary confinement? If the food is bad is it to the extent that these people are on a starvation diet? (There have been cases of prisons over salting food and then rationing water.)

Question your own assumptions about how painful something is. Look up how harmful things are (if you’re unsure where to do that use the blog or my sources as a starting point.)

Remember that pain is a collection of sensations rather then a single one. We all have different degrees of tolerance for different sorts of pain. This makes the idea of a single ‘most painful’ thing nonsensical: it is at best the most painful thing for this particular individual.

Remember that inflicting pain is not complex.

Remember that torturers are human beings too. You don’t have to show them as ‘understandable’ or glorify them in order to avoid dehumanising them. I personally feel that painting them as monsters detracts from the issue: it shifts the focus from the systems that allow/encourage torture on to brutal individuals.

Because torture is by definition systematic abuse: abuse by the organisations and groups that have power/authority over others.

‘Police brutality’ is torture. Teachers abusing students is torture. Consider the systems at work in your story.

Beyond that though a lot of this does become a judgment call and I am open to the fact that people will draw the line in different places. Different survivors will draw the line in different places.

Survivors are a very diverse group of people. They’re singers, soldiers, house wives, activists, lawyers, labourers, journalists, chefs and a thousand other things.

I hope you don’t take this as discouragement but I don’t think there can ever be one story on torture. As with abuse there are dozens, hundreds of stories. And those stories may share some similarities but the differences, the diversity, is important too.

Yes there’s pain. But pain is not the end point.

Alleg describes arguing with his torturers because they called him ‘tu’ instead of ‘vous’ while he was being tortured. Fela marched his mother’s funeral procession past the military barracks almost as soon as he was released.

What I’m trying to illustrate here is that survivors are people and they do get on with their lives.

There is pain. There are lasting symptoms that make life more difficult. But this does not flatten people. There is still joy and anger and defiance and sorrow and every other normal human emotion.

There will always be more then one story.

And the positive side of that, for us, is that once you accept you can’t represent everyone at once there’s space for you to focus on telling this story. Instead of trying to tell all of them at once.

The most important things are to be honest about what you’re writing and to read about the reality of whatever it is you write.

As a simple grounding I’d suggest O’Mara’s Why Torture Doesn’t Work and Monroe’s A Darkling Plain.

Monroe’s work is a selection of accounts from survivors of different traumatic events, including quite a few torture survivors. It shows the variety and diversity in survivors really well. O’Mara’s first and last chapters provide a good introduction to torture as a topic and his more detailed examinations of what torture does to the brain provide insight into victim experiences and the mechanics of why torture fails.

Finally, be kind to yourself. Work within your limits, both for research and for writing.

We are all learning. Including me. If you’re not happy with your first draft (or even your first story) that is OK. The next one will be better. Give yourself permission to make mistakes and learn from those mistakes.

I hope that helps. :)

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#writing advice #tw torture #torture apologia #tackling torture apologia #writing torture #writing survivors #mental health #getting started #reality is not all about pain #torture survivors are not broken

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austarus · 4 years

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Harry Wells x Reader Amending Past Actions

**A/N: The picture/edit/gif does not belong to me. It belongs to @moonymartell

*Set Post-s4 but before s6, with the revelation of Harry’s cube message that Cisco and Caitlin had found in s6. I think that makes sense. Anyway, just humor me ok? I miss my grumpy and soft scientist.

Word Count: 3350

“Dad, we can’t just let that meta get away with Syberon Labs’ technoscope.” Jesse spoke in a hushed manner as to not let other wandering ears to hear her their conversation. The undergrad had trailed right behind her father as the taller Wells made his way to his office. Harry pressed his thumb on the fingerprint scan against the wall beside his door, unlocking the system to reveal an intricate pass-code sequence as well. Harry mused to himself that it’s a miracle he managed to re-learn and memorize the security code. The dark-haired man had to ensure that no one except him, you, and Jesse were able to enter his area of isolation and Time Vault if there were to be maliciously rampant around the city like Zoom. The young speedster paused until they had fully entered the office and closed the door. The dimness of the room brightened up due to the motion-sensory had had installed years ago. “We have to let the board understand the amount of damage that meta can cause even if the tech isn’t linked to their powers.”

“Jesse, while I do appreciate that you keep me around for your meta-hero work, in this case my hands are tied. I can’t speak on behalf of the science anymore.” Harry replied as he pulled off his bag from his shoulder to set it beside his desk. Long legs moved to take a seat at his workspace, Harry unbuttoned the black buttons of his suit jacket. He had an earlier demonstration pitch to make with speaking to him in his ear for the science-y parts. The not-so-genius CEO inwardly sighed at the amount of proposals on his desks. “I’m not what I once was.”

“What if you could?”

Blue eyes ceased scanning the stack of papers he held in his hand. Harry gently laid them back down the cool glassy surface. “… What are you saying?”

Jesse took a step forward in front of her father’s desk, taking a breath in to resist the urge to accidentally speed-talk her lightbulb moment whenever she got excited. “What if we enhance your neural firing up to the intricate speed that it was once at in each your nervous cells? Therefore, amplifying your neural functions to compensate for cognition and analytical/systematic processing within certain parts of your brain. We’d also have to certify that other areas of your brain are also matching the same speeds before the Enlightenment accident so that we don’t get an overcompensation of neural stimulation. If we increase the firing rate to the adequate speed without causing your body to overstimulate or overwork itself biochemically then we should be able to get your mind back to what it once was. That means we’d also have to know your body’s precise neural chemical levels to see if we need to inject increments in order to compensate for the firing rate values while balancing the fact that we’d have to scan your brain for any traces of dark matter or sub-particles. I’m sure you’d documented your initial firing rate along everything else before you did the tests on the Cerebral inhibitor back on Earth-1.”

That’s my Jesse Quick. Harry had watched his daughter with wide eyes as she spoke confidently. Pride swelled in his chest even though he found himself nodding to the gibberish that came out of her mouth. I should have been able to understand all of that… “Honey.”

“Yeah?”

“I love you-

“-I love you too, dad-”

“-but, and I can’t believe I’m saying this- but in English, please.” This is probably how Joe feels every time Barry and the others spoke with me about science and physics and all that.

“We’re going to speed up your brain back to what it once was.”

“No.”

Jesse blinked at her father’s sudden response. “What? Why?”

Harry stammered before responding, running a hand through his unusually groomed hair. No longer unruly without the anxiety from problem-solving each meta incident or the next big bad. “I’m not- I can’t do that again. Something’s going to go wrong and… I can’t put you through that like I put (Y/N) and the Team. I lost myself, Jesse. I can’t go through all of that- that helplessness again.” Jesse watched her father with a pained expression before casting it downwards, the subtle guilt of not being at her father’s side when all that had gone down. I could have prevented his pain. Was the one thought that rang within the depths of her mind each day.

“Dad, I refuse to accept the fact that there’s nothing that we can do.”

“Jesse-”

“(Y/N) will even be here to monitor your neural and physiological vitals. She’ll be the green light if things go smoothly.”

“Jesse-”

“Just let me try. I can fix you.”

“Jesse!” Harry slammed a hand down on the desk, the harshness of the impact caused a picture frame to fall and shatter. The older Wells rubbed his face before massaging his temples. Don’t give me hope from what I had sorrowingly lost. “Stop, please. It’s not going to work. I’m fine with everything as it is now.”

“But are you content?” Jesse asked with pleading eyes. Harry looked up at his daughter before tilting his head off to the side. Finally, his gazed locked back on her.

“It’s better than being a blank slate or dead.”

“But are you content, dad?” Jesse asked once more, stepping over to pick up the fallen and cracked picture from. It had been of him and you and Team Flash last Christmas. His first Christmas with them. She handed her father the frame with a sigh. “I’ve seen you… stay up late at night wandering the labs, picking up your old notes, and trying to rework things at home until the early morning. There’s nothing wrong with wanting your intelligence back.”

“My intelligence doesn’t define me, Jesse. You need to understand that. I’m balanced now, that’s good enough for me.” Is it though?

“It doesn’t define you, but it’s something you value, dad. You’re my dad. My badass dad, who fought in the War of the Americas. Who jumped breaches to find a way to save me from Zoom while trying to keep the others safe by dropping hints. Who’s stubborn and prickly but ended up making friends on Earth-1 that you now consider family more than ever and met the one other person you’d sacrifice everything in life for. (Y/N). Your skill, intelligence, and determination brought you up to that point. Brains and brawns always win the fight, brawns can’t do it alone. I just-I just want to make you happy.”

“…”

“Dad, do you trust me?”

“You know I do, Jesse.”

“Then let me try.”

“Okay,” Harry grumbled as he leaned back and cracked his stiff neck, he adorned a serious expression on his face. “But we keep this between us. I’m already receiving backlash from your hero group as it is just being present at my own Labs.”

“Don’t worry about them. Oh, and one thing.”

“Hm?”

“Did you tell Cisco and (Y/N) about my team?”

“Yes?”

“Did Cisco come up with a name? Did (Y/N) approve?”

“Are you serious?”

“Yeah! So did they?”

“He might have rattled off a few names. One of them was probably Jesse and the Quicksters.”

“Not bad, I like it.”

“Don’t get any ideas.” Harry lightly scolded Jesse, who cheekily grinned at him.

“I won’t, I won’t,” the young speedster observed her father carefully as he moved past her to a desk space. Unlocking it, the Earth-2 Wells pulled out various notes and finals a blueprint model. Jesse padded over to stand across her father as she eyed the papers. “What’s this?”

“These,” Harry started, “are all the notes and things I had with me about the Cerebral Inhibitor. The blueprints are of mine and Cisco’s as well as the ones I snagged from Marlize after she had left the labs, who made readjustments to regain my intelligence.”

Jesse had already picked up the up-to-date notes by Marlize then the blueprints. She wasn’t even going to ask her father why he even had those in his possession because some part of her felt that he had been contemplating this too. “This is some A-class sloppy work, no wonder you weren’t able to fully get everything back.”

“Think you can outdo her.” Harry quirked a playful eyebrow at his daughter, who only returned the gesture. Jesse’s mind already had been making mental notes on the kinds of improvements that needed to be done.

“Hell yeah I can. I’m a Wells after all.” The speedster grinned up at her father, taking a seat on a spare chair and already sifting through the baroque equations and mathematical language.

Nothing lifted Harry’s spirits more than having his daughter beside him, their relation had been sewn back together. Harry left his daughter to jot down and hypothesize the necessary medications needed. Knowing my daughter, she’ll want to create the Cerebral Inhibitor from scratch. Harry took a seat at his desk once more, taking up paper after paper and analyzing the business proposals sent in. He may not have his intelligence anymore, but that does not necessarily mean he can’t run the business side of STAR Labs. Jesse was currently managing the science and analytical research side. But is this really going to work?

***

Harry covered his yawn as he set down the paper packet and pen in hand. Glancing over, he noticed that he had been working away for nearly 3 hours. The war veteran reclined back on his comfy leather chair as he stretched his limbs. His eyes wondered over to Jesse hunched over, speedily working through the notes as sounds of furious scribbling filled the silent void of the office today. With every intention of getting up and taking a walk through the Labs to get the blood flowing, Harry stood up and loosened his collar.

Blue eyes widened as a breach opened. Jesse’s ears had instantly perked up and, like the speedster she is, she raced to be beside her father in a defensive position. Spluttering sounds emitted from the breach as a very disoriented Wolfgang Wells stumbled out and onto the ground. Jesse looked thoroughly confused as did Harry. The doppelganger cowered on the ground in fear as more spluttering sounds signaled another emerging traveler. Harry watched you pop out of the breach.

“Hi,” You sent a friendly wave to your boyfriend and his daughter along with a cute, innocent-looking smile.

“(Y/N)?”

“One sec,” you held out a hand to them before yanking Wolfgang up by the back of his collar with all your might. Instantaneously, you twisted the German man’s arm back tightly behind him and locked Wolfgang in place adorning a threating sort of smile on your face. Harry blinked a few times as to what the hell was going on while Jesse crossed her arms and observed in amusement much to Wolfgang’s chagrin. “Ok, so let’s try this again. What do we saw when we’re wrong about judging others and their misfortune?”

Wolfgang sneered at you when he had tilted his head make eye contact with you, “You’re joking, rechts?” Your smile dropped astonishingly at his response. A darker look in your eyes as you kicked the back of his knee causing the older man to yelp and fall to bend uncomfortably. Harry ‘tch’ed and winced at what he witnessed. Jesse covered her mouth and hid her laughs at your chosen course of action. “It was wrong for me to do that.” Sie wird mich töten!

“And?”

“Und vhat?” You kick the back of his other knee and dug your fingers in the pressure point of his shoulder muscle, allowing the man to succumb on the ground on his knees. He groaned out in pain. “Und I’m sorry for kicking you out of the Council.”

“What. Else.”

“I shouldn’t have laughed at your face for losing your intelligence. It was a horrible thing for me to do. Können Sie mich jetzt gehen lassen?” Bitte, erbarme dich.

“Now that wasn’t so hard, was it?” You grinned a bit sadistically at him, letting him go and pulling the Breach Extrapolator. Once it was open you grabbed the flinching man and shoved him back into the breach to his Earth.

You turned around and your sweet disposition had returned, sunshine and all. As if the menacing persona you had adorned vanished in a matter of seconds when that breach had closed. Throughout the entire exchange Jesse had spared a glance at her father to literally see him making heart eyes at you and a gentle smile on his face. Harry won’t even deny that your entire gesture had warmed his heart with one thought running through his mind. That’s my wife. That you had gone through the trouble to do all of that for him. Harry’s twinkling eyes never left you and Jesse just rolled her eyes at her dorky father. A smirk had bewitched its way onto his face as he stepped away from his daughter and towards you. You felt heat crawl its way to your cheeks at the hidden look behind his eyes. His arms instantly wrapped around you, holding you tightly to himself as you reciprocated the gesture of affection. You kissed the side of his head, your insides ballooning to maximum capacity.

Pulling away, Harry couldn’t help but tease you, “To what do I owe the great pleasure of Persephone coming all this way to visit my humble abode.”

“I’m so telling Cisco that you’re using his nerdy mythology reference for us.”

“Humor me this one time, will you?”

“You do know that Persephone means Destroyer of Light, right?” You gave him a quirky look, your arms loosely wrapped around him.

“I know, but it seems like the Destroyer of Light has a particular soft spot for a man like me.” Harry just wiggled his eyebrows at you causing the both of you to giggle like dorks. You leaned up and rubbed your nose with his.

“Ugh, you guys are gross. Sickeningly cute, but still gross. Just kiss already so I can give hugs.” Jesse pipped up with a gagging expression. Harry chuckled with pink cheeks and leaned down for a quick kiss, much to your disappointment before Jesse shoved her father away from you. You gave the young speedster the biggest of hugs because you truly did miss her presence and enthusiasm. “(Y/N), that was badass. I didn’t know you could even get that angry. And like, not just anger that my dad normally has when he gets frustrated that something’s not working- silent anger. I’ve been told that’s the worst and most malevolent kind of anger.”

You rubbed the back of your neck when the both of you had turned away, a sheepish laugh falling off your lips. Music to Harry’s ears obviously. “It usually takes a lot to get me that made.”

“Remind me to never get on your bad side. I may be a speedster and everything, but ‘hell hath no wrath than a woman scorned’.”

“I don’t think that’s really possible for you to do, Jesse.”

“Jesse?” Harry interrupted before the speedster could go on rattling off, wrapping an arm around your shoulder.

“Yeah?” Her father gave her a pointed look before signaling with his head simultaneously towards the direction of the door. “Right, yes. I have to go… review a few projects for class. 3 Majors and all- Anyway don’t do anything I wouldn’t do and always use protection kids-” You blinked, and Jesse was gone in a flash of yellow-green lightning. Your cheeks as well as Harry’s lit up at her last statement before she left the office.

“Man, I really wish I had superspeed,” you sighed at her rushed exit, leaning into Harry’s side. He rubbed your arm gingerly.

“Really?”

“Well yeah, think of all the things Barry normally gets done.”

“Yet, he still manages to get his ass handed to him by metas. Every time.”

“True.”

You moved your gaze up and locked eyes with those beautiful azure ones. “You breached over just in time.” Harry took your hand gently and brought you over to the couch. The dark-haired man dimmed the lights in the room, mentally knowing that he deserves a break right now and obviously he wasn’t going to waste time working when you’re currently in the same vicinity as him. You sat close to one another, just automatically cuddling together in each other’s arms on the couch-bed. Harry took one of your hands once more and kissed the back of it before moving to peck each fingertip on your hands. You raked your teeth over your bottom lip as you eyed him with a half-lidded gaze. “We need to talk, babe.” He whispered softly.

“You think so? If anything, I also think I came at the right time. I actually get to see you in a suit again.”

Harry paused with a confused look. “You don’t like my usual casual look.”

“No, I do. I love it, really. I’m just…”

“Just?”

“Really I think you’re sexy in a suit but in reality, you’re handsome in literally anything you wear especially when you roll up your sleeves when you work on something and all that jazz.”

Harry blinked a couple of times, trying to process your rapid-fire rambling response. A soft smile graced his face and he shook his head at you. “I assume that my suit shirts will also be on the list of things you steal from me this time around before leaving to Earth-1.”

“I don’t steal. I borrow.”

“Uh huh. Then can you return those sweaters that you borrowed.”

“That depends, will you actually be sleeping over at my place this time around?”

“Well, that depends on what’s in it for me.”

You kissed Harry’s nose before winking at him. “I was thinking of cooking dinner together. Jesse included as well and- I don’t know- go out for a walk in the city and then we can come back home and do stuff…”

“Do stuff?”

You nodded shyly under his smug face, before switching the conversation. “What did you want to talk about?”

“Jesse believes she can fully restore my intelligence. Not just basic necessities to be a functioning and thinking human being.” Harry ran his fingers through your hair. Confusion crossed your features momentarily as you pulled back to fully look at your boyfriend. You opened your mouth, but Harry beat you to it. “Don’t ask me about the details but- She thinks she can speed up my brain to properly retain its normal function. Before Devoe…” Harry trailed off and you saw the pain flash through his eyes.

You took in a breath and contemplated your next words. “If this is what you want, then I will be here. Every step of the way. If Marlize couldn’t do it, Jesse can.”

“You think so?”

“I know so. I believe in Jesse, she’s your daughter after all. Brilliance, character, and tenacity.”

His strong jaw had softened as his lips turned up into a beautiful smile with mesmerizing blue eyes. The sight caused your heart to beat harder in your chest. “You really are the Persephone to my Hades.” You felt jittery under his heated gaze.

“Harry, I would eat as many pomegranates just to stay by your side, oh great kind of the Underworld.”

“Is that your way of saying ‘yes’ if I were to propose?”

You held your breath in the tender moment before breathing out your response. “Yes.”

Blue eyes sparkled at your response. Harry peppered your face with kisses as giggles left your lips and small acts of adoration were exchanged. “Then as long as you’re in my life, I will be content.” You cupped his face and planted a sweet kiss on his anticipating lips. Harry smiled against your mouth and nipped gently at your lips. The tiny dark velvet box didn’t seem to bear as much weight as it initially had a few months ago in Harry’s pocket anymore.

German Translation:

Rechts?- Right?

Sie wird mich töten - She is going to kill me!

Bitte, erbarme dich. – Please, have mercy

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diyunho · 4 years

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The Joker x Reader - “Trapped” Part 5

Almost one year ago, someone tried to kill The Joker in a speeding car and Y/N pushed him out of the way, getting hit instead. With a fractured skull and broken bones, she was out of business for 6 months; when she finally recovered, The Queen of Gotham wasn’t the same anymore. Trapped inside her own mind and exhibiting severe cognitive impairment, Y/N’s life switched upside down without any hope of ever returning to normal.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

4 Months Pregnant

“I need customized stickers that say Baby On Board for my purple Lamborghini and the other cars I drive,” The Joker growls at his own idea whilst sharing it with the person fulfilling his wacko trades: Franco Rossi, the leader of best underground supply chain in Gotham.

“When would you like them ready Mister J? After Y/N gives birth?”

“Nope! Tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?...” Franco hesitantly inquiries about the sudden emergency since he can’t understand why The King of Gotham demands them so fast.

The Joker hates explaining yet certain people are obtuse thus they necessitate enlightenment.

“Y/N’s pregnant: when she gets in a car, the baby is also. Baby on board! Hello??” the father-to-be loses his temper.

Who can argue with The Joker’s logic? Nobody. It sort of makes sense anyway.

“Of course, Mister J. I’ll have them ready. If you drop by after 6pm, I’ll have your guns ready too.”

“Perfect!” the Joker hangs up among the ruckus coming from the office near the kitchen: sounds of shattered objects and yelling alert Richard aka Panda you’re at it again. He nonchalantly passes by in order to deliver the items to The Clown.

“Your drinks Mister J,” he gives one cup with Starbucks caramel latte to his boss and the other is placed on the table. Why does your boyfriend require 2 identical containers? It won’t take long to solve the mystery.

“Are the lids glued?”

Strange question but there’s a purpose in it.

“Yes sir. How is she doing?”

“She’s hormonal: breaking things makes her feel better which reminds me we have to hoard porcelain objects for her to wreck. NO glass!”

“Sure, I’ll tell the crew,” Richard leaves the kitchen while texting Frost. “Hulk needs more to smash,” he types the code name they gave you in the last weeks although The King knows about it: J’s the one that came up with it.

“Hey Pumpkin,” you are greeted as soon as you pop up from the office. “How’d it go?” he scrolls down on his phone and takes a sip of hot liquid.

“Ugghh!” a frustrated Y/N swings the yellow teddy bear The Joker stole for her on their first date, hitting his hand in the process. The drink flies near the fridge and splatters on the floor with minimal damage: only a tiny puddle instead of a disaster, that’s why the lids are glued.

Safety measure for The Queen’s unpredictability.

J grabs his reserve cup of coffee, paying attention now hence he dodges your renewed attack and keeps his coffee intact.

That’s why his drinks have the lids glued, in case you catch him off guard the second time it will result in negligible destruction.

It happened before.

“I don’t think so Princess,” The Joker strong grip on the container calms you a bit because you won’t be able to win this round. “Are you hungry?”

“No,” you pout and sit in his lap.

“I bet the baby is,” the secret weapon is unleashed: J discovered such a gem by accident and it works like a charm. How can Y/N say “no” if the baby is involved? She can’t.

A plate filled with a bunch of your favorite breakfast food is placed in front of you and strangely enough you’re instantly hungry.

“Extra bacon,” he purrs. “Plus chocolate dip and honey mustard for your pickled cherries. I added peanut butter olives as a bonus.”

In your defense, you’ve been having weird cravings lately.

You place the toy on the chair nearby and start eating, ogling a Joker texting back and forth with his business partners. He chews the morsel you just offered and shivers: waffle dipped in clam juice is disgusting. Maybe he should look at the food you shove in his mouth.

“Gross,” J washes the terrible taste with coffee and gets a kiss for encouragement, yet he’s aware of the connotations. Another kiss confirms it.

Let’s put it this way: besides the hormonal episodes and food demands, The Queen has had a fresh type of craving recently - The Joker kind.

More than usually.

That’s why he has to clear it up.

“I’m flattered for being the center of attention; we gotta keep in mind that contrary to the popular belief, I don’t have unlimited stamina, Pumpkin.”

You nod in agreement and unbutton his pants, then unzip them also.

“Y/N, pay attention!” J insists since you don’t give a damn about his woes. “Think about it as a two way street: The Joker Street and I Want To Break Things Street. Are you with me so far?” he double checks.

Why is he yapping so much??! I guess you should make an effort to comprehend: he’s even doodling patterns on his phone to emphasize the speech.

“When you get hormonal, Princess, let’s try and walk on the I Want To Break Things Street instead of The Joker Street, hm? The Joker Street is sometimes closed for repairs until further announcement.”

OK, OK, this is a lecture. Something about a Joker Street, he seems upset he doesn’t have one…?... Right?...

If you were him, you would be pissed Gotham didn’t name a street in your honor when you’re so important for the town.

Another peck on his neck, then your lips go down his collar bone.

“You’re not paying attention, are you?” J mutters when it’s clear his shirt won’t remain on his body for too long.

“I am,” you defend yourself.

“Oh yeah? What did I say then?”

“Ummm…” you try to piece together words among estrogen taking over. “No Joker Street?...”

“Bingo, that’s it Princess! No Joker Street, correct! Choose the other street, yes?”

This time he kisses you, excited his idea was well received when in fact, both parties are referring to unrelated concepts.

“Wait,” J dodges your touch, “Richard is calling.”

Because he’s on the phone ignoring Y/N, she is ensuring a nice surprise for later; concentrating to the maximum to avoid misspelling, the following message is sent to Franco Rossi from her cell:

“Make a landmark sign that says Joker Street.”

The King’s conversation is prolonged more than anticipated until he discerns you’re not wiggling: you feel asleep, softly snoring on his shoulder and he definitely can’t afford to wake you up.

The doctors said your body is trying to cope with the pregnancy the best way it can: if you doze off at random hours it means you ran out of fuel and you should rest. After cheating death and surviving the accident, the future mother is at high risk of serious complications which is why each day could lead to unforeseen problems.

The Joker rises from the chair holding you in his arms and after a few steps he realizes it’s difficult to walk: thanks to his unbuttoned and unzipped pants, they keep sliding lower and lower. There’s no way he will make it upstairs so maybe the sofa in the living room is the best option. He almost trips thus he begins to drag his feet on the carpet, the pants at knee level now.

“I’m reduced to a piece of meat,” J grumbles, finally making it to the couch and placing Y/N on it so she can have her power nap.

*************

6:02pm

You accompanied The King to a meeting with Seraphim, the best hacker/strategist J uses: they’ve been plotting for a while concerning D.A. Kevin Winchester. The politician is becoming a huge pain in the butt for Gotham’s underworld and something must be done; either annihilation or blackmail, it truly doesn’t matter since he’s bad for business. Due to a total lack of interest in the subject, you are exploring the surroundings quite angry The Joker dragged you here.

Luckily there’s stuff to do.

Bam! you punch the fragile glass sculpture and it splinters into a million pieces on the lavish marble floor.

Seraphim jumps at the noise, immediately recognizing his beloved possession:

“That’s…,” he gulps, appalled. “That’s a Vitriol!”

Yup, the one and only Degas Vitriol, the latest sensation taking the art universe by storm.

“She’s hormonal,” J sneers. “She breaks shit!”

“That’s valued at 150,000 dollars!” the hacker breaths in much needed oxygen regarding the atrocity unfolding at his hideout.

“So??!!” your boyfriend sucks on his teeth, irritated. “Serves you right for buying that asshole’s artsy fartsy crap!”

The Joker actually has 4 Vitriol masterpieces at the mansion yet you were strictly forbidden to destroy them, alas he gave you the office for your rampages.

You continue your exploration as they talk about God knows what until you perceive an alarming detail: Seraphim is literally screaming having a gun pointed at J.

You sneak behind him then in a split second you strike the pistol out of his hand and your fist lands on his temple with such brutality it knocks him out unconscious.

“What the hell are you doing, Y/N???” The Clown hisses at your erratic behavior.

“Hm?”

“What are you doing??!!!” he repeats, annoyed.

“S-saving you…,” you stutter, confused on why J is mad. “He was yelling and…mmm, had a gun,” you wince in pain because your knuckles hurt from the impact.

“The guy’s half deaf and sometimes he raises his voice without noticing, or did you forget??!! Now I have to wait until he comes to his senses and that’s a waste of my time, Y/N!!! Seraphim wasn’t threatening me, he was showing me his newest collectible!!! I suppose someone with half a brain can’t acknowledge the mess they’ve created!!!”

A lot of accusations thrown your way still… the last sentence brings tears in your eyes.

“I…” you bite your lower lip. “…I don’t have half of brain…”

“Wanna bet??” The Joker bites more instead of leveling with your logic: you though he was in danger and took action. If it was a real emergency, yes, you would have been the hero; it’s not and apparently he can’t appreciate your fast intervention in these circumstances.

“Y-you’re stupid…” you whisper, frustrated. “You don’t understand anything…”

Here it is -- the cataclysmic event of the century: someone called The Joker stupid. He’s beyond outraged with nothing better to utter besides a very childish:

“You’re stupid!”

Y/N turns around and stomps out of the house leaving a trail of destruction outside: she slaps the bottled water out of The Shark’s hand, kicks Panda’s shin and snatches Frost’s donut basically inhaling the sweet treat.

“I want to go h-home!!” you shout and enter the first vehicle you see, slamming the door so hard the window on the passenger side cracks.

“Jesus…” Jonny mumbles and being the sensible man that he is you are offered the whole box of pastries he purchased for his family. He can acquire more, but there’s no way in hell he wants to endure Y/N in the state she’s in.

Gotta keep Hulk calm somehow…

**************

3 Hours Afterwards

You sulk when The Joker strolls in the master bathroom frantically searching the cabinets.

“Did you see my shaver?” he asks.

“Hm?”

“Did you see my shaver?”

“I…I wouldn’t know. I only have half a brain,” the surprisingly eloquent phrase queues J his woman is holding a grudge for his earlier statement. Why wouldn’t she? He was a complete jerk.

At least you didn’t catch on to the obvious: The King of Gotham doesn’t own a shaver; hair just grows on his head.

He glimpses at Y/N soaking in the bathtub with a kid’s book in her left hand and the right hand fingers sunk into a bowl filled with ice placed at the edge of the Jacuzzi. The Joker leans over and switches your book since it’s upside down.

You huff at the unwanted help and stare at the pictures expecting he’ll look for his shaver and disappear.

You’re not that fortunate today.

“Imagine my surprise when I drove the main alley and detected a sign that says The Joker Street,” he brings up the topic.

Franco Rossi was super-efficient …sadly you ordered the item before J ran his mouth at the hacker’s place, otherwise you wouldn’t care he wants a street with his name.

“You said no… no Joker Street,” you stammer. “Now you have one,” the bitter tone makes him roll his eyes: Y/N’s brain got what it could from his monologue, he should have known better than to make it complicated.

“Excellent…” The King starts rubbing your tummy, “… precisely what I was aiming for. I’m washing the baby, not you!” he underlines when you move farther from him.

You scrunch your face displeased but let him do it because it’s for the baby.

“I know what you’re doing,” Y/N gives him a cold gaze. “U-using the baby… I’m not stupid!”

Busted, The Joker thinks. The schemer in him won’t accept defeat though.

“I didn’t say you were.”

“Yes you did!”

“You said it first!!!” he reckons, antagonized. “Therefore two stupid people put together gotta make up for a smart one!!’

“I… I don’t wanna make out…” you frown at his suggestion.

The Joker sighs, deciding not to correct the trajectory of your judgement; it sure sounds like an opportunity.

“Why not?”

“I’m tired and…and I h-hate you,” your heavy eyelids close.

“Both viable reasons, even if I have to admit you striking Seraphim like that got me quite worked up. He’s no small fry! I had to wait for one hour for him to recover; you got a mean punch, woman! The more I reflect on it, the hornier I get. Which reminds me, Pumpkin: guess what?... … … I’m hormonal too.”

No answer, Pumpkin’s out.

“Of course nobody gives a damn if I’m hormonal!” he complaints while grabbing you from the bathtub. You cling to him for a few moments prior to drifting back into your dreams.

“Thanks for getting me all wet,” J snarls at the cruel reality of having his favorite Prada suit ruined.

“You…you’re welcome…” his Queen replies in her sleep, somehow her mind clutching to reality amidst pure relaxation.

This is what two hormonal individuals are reduced to: one’s dozing off, the other is suffering in silence, although being the proud owner of the tiniest road in Gotham compensates for the mishap.

It’s a two way street.

Also read: Masterlist

You can also follow me on Ao3 and Wattpad under the same blog name: DiYunho.

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aforrestofstuff · 4 years

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“Is this the ask box? Dude I have no idea where to submit crap but here it goes: The S Class have a group chat, what’s it called and do they chat shit about Amai Mask in it? Does anyone send memes? What do they talk about? I feel as if you’re the best person to ask crap like this too”

You sent me a submission. But that’s ok, tumblr is hard. It took me like 4 months to figure out how to turn anon on so you’re already a step ahead of me lol.

How the S-Class heroes text and what they would do in a group chat:

So, the name of the group chat would probably just be “S-Class”. Nobody really wastes their time trying to change it because Child Emperor would just change it back.

Yes, they make snide remarks about Amai all the time. Metal Bat especially.

I’m gonna give a rundown on what each S-Class hero does in the group chat and then give you their texting style when talking to other people (with a screenshot):

Tornado of Terror:

Group chat: Only talks shit in the group chat. Pulls no punches. She’s salty 24/7 and only agreed to be a member of the chat just so she can berate the other S-Class heroes in the event that they fuck up even a little bit.

Texting style: Her texting style is a lot. Just... a lot of words in caps. If you don’t respond to her within five minutes, she’ll spam the living hell out of your phone. She’s so angry. Someone help her.

Silverfang:

Group chat: Nonexistent. He reads all of the messages but never participates in conversation. He rarely ever uses his phone anyway. The Messages app is the only app on his home screen.

Texting style: A... lot... of.... dots..... Texts like an old man on Facebook. He doesn’t know how to implement contact names so he just memorizes everyone’s number.

Atomic Samurai:

Group chat: Also nonexistent. He has that shithead boomer attitude that all new technology is evil and useless, so he doesn’t even bother reading the messages in the chat either.

Texting style: he rarely uses his phone. He just has one because Iaian’s cell carrier gave him a freebie. Atomic Samurai texts surprisingly well, he’s just super salty about it. His only contacts are his three disciples, and he would’ve had to resort to remembering their numbers like Silverfang had they not put their names in themselves.

Child Emperor:

Group chat: serves as moderator. He basically does anything the Hero Association execs doesn’t wanna do, so he’s in charge of keeping the group chat friendly (which is almost impossible).

Texting style: perfect grammar. Very professional. All of his contacts are labeled specifically and he uses a different phone each week because he’s paranoid of any information leaks.

Metal Knight:

Group chat: He would be a moderator like Child Emperor but then the Hero Association grew a brain cell and said fuck that. Because of this, he’s requested to be left out of it. He wouldn’t give enough of a fuck to read the messages nor engage in any discussion anyway.

Texting style: Very demanding. Short texts. Uses a different phone each week like Child Emperor because lord knows he’s got a lot of shit to hide.

King:

Group chat: he’s not even in the group chat and he thinks it’s because nobody’s noticed, but the truth is that everyone knows it and they’re either too intimidated or don’t give enough of a shit to ask. He gets nervous every time someone mentions it in a meeting because he would rather swallow a microwave than have to talk to his coworkers any more than he already has.

Texting style: pretty normal. Lenient on grammar, uses acronyms, texts at normal intervals. His phone is full of pics of anime catpeople and he gets Discord notifications a metric-fuckton times a day from the many, many gaming servers he’s part of (nobody knows it’s him though).

Zombieman:

Group chat: lurks. He reads only the important messages and responds with one-worded texts. Usually just things to let everyone know he understands what’s going on like “got it” or, “affirmative”.

Texting style: he knows how to use his phone, but in a middle-aged suburban dad sort of way. He only ever uses it to read the news, take pictures of crime scenes or important documents, use the notepad, and text a select few people. He gets new phones often—not quite as often as Child Emperor or Metal Knight—because he’s also paranoid about it falling into the wrong hands. In addition to that, technology hates him. Siri never listens because his voice is fucky as all hell.

Drive Knight:

Group chat: He doesn’t even have a cellphone, nor is he in the group chat. He’s basically a walking computer so he’s got 0 use for a phone. And he’s not in the group chat because he specifically requested that he not be put in it on account of the fact that he doesn’t give enough of a shit about his coworkers’ internal affairs.

Texting style: Doesn’t text. Like I said, he doesn’t have a cellphone. If he wants to get a message across, he’ll communicate it over comms. Like a weirdo.

Pig God:

Group chat: Is surprisingly active? I think I’ve said this before in a previous hc, but the main three things he does all hours of the day are use the internet, eat, and do hero work (which also counts as eating). So, lo and behold, he’s got a lot of spare time to communicate with everyone over text. It’s easier for him to talk over text than it is in person, since he’s really shy. His real personality really shines through. Proud of him.

Texting style: Basically like any regular teen. Uses acronyms, sends the occasional meme, leaves people on read for hours at time because he can’t be bothered to pick up the phone, and has no care whatsoever for grammar.

Superalloy Darkshine:

Group chat: Super active. Engages in nearly every conversation and almost serves as a mediator whenever it comes to arguments. He’s really positive and doesn’t like conflict so he’ll do whatever he can to alleviate any tension between anyone in the chat in the event that it arises. If Child Emperor wasn’t moderator, it would be him. He also exchanges boomer-ass fitness memes with Tanktop Master. The two of them just kind of have their little side conversations while everyone else is talking about a completely different thing. They’re best bros.

Texting style: Like I said, he’s super positive. He’ll use emojis every other word and a LOT of exclamation points because he feels there’s not much else he can do to express his perpetual excitement about everything. He takes care of his phone relatively well considering his whole schtick is tanking damage. He might need to get it repaired every once and a while because he absolutely REFUSES to get a new one. He grows attached to objects really easily and losing something he’s had for so long would feel like losing a close friend.

Watchdog Man:

Group chat: not even in it. He can’t even text because no phone in the world can detect his fingers through the super thick pads of his suit. He doesn’t even have a phone for this reason. Why would he need one when he’s in the same place all hours of the day?

Texting style: like I said, he doesn’t even have a phone. If he did, he’d probably eat it. Not because he’s too dumb to know the difference, but because he feels that’s the only use it’ll serve to him.

Flashy Flash:

Group chat: Only reads the important messages and engages in conversation when it serves to humor him. He’s not super talkative, but when he is, he’s got a LOT to say. He usually just quarrels with Tatsumaki whenever she gets smart with someone. It’s a wonder she hasn’t killed him yet.

Texting style: Sort of formal. He texts exactly like how he talks. He goes the extra mile to use proper grammar and even thinks emojis/acronyms are frivolous. Pretty pretentious, but he gets whatever point he’s trying to communicate across quite well.

Genos:

Group chat: I can’t decide between him either being super involved in the chat or not giving a shit at all so I’m just gonna flip a coin here... Super involved! He’s got something to say on every topic and voices his opinion with no filter. Aside from that, he doesn’t really engage in conversation very much. He just sort of drops in every so often to give the take of the century and dips the fuck out.

Texting style: Basically like Flashy Flash’s style. He texts exactly like how he talks, uses near perfect grammar, and thinks emojis/acronyms are a waste of time. Occasionally, Saitama will convince him to “act like a teenager” and type “lol”, but it never sticks. You could say... he’s programmed that way. Hehe.

Metal Bat:

Group chat: Shit-talker in chief. He initiates all discourse on Amai Mask and nobody really complains since they’re all in the same Amai Mask hate club, practically. If anyone’s sending good memes, it’ll be him. He’s got no filter and voices his opinions with no fear, taking no prisoners and shit-talking everyone equally.

Texting style: Gen Z to the extreme. Uses emojis, acronyms, the whole shebang. He’s young enough to have grown up on technology so he knows how to use his phone well. The phone itself, however, is barely functioning. If it could talk it would be saying “kill me...” because Badd drops it, smashes it, and breaks it 24/7. The only thing he does to repair it is apply some scotch tape and call it a day. It looks like shit. He doesn’t want to get a new one until the one he has now is COMPLETELY broken.

Tanktop Master:

Group chat: Like I said, he and Superalloy Darkshine have their own side conversations while everyone else is on a completely different topic. They exchange boomer-ass memes about fitness and shit. Other than that, he doesn’t really participate outside of the occasional one-word text that lets everyone know he understands what’s being said.

Texting style: Dad. He texts like a dad. Not a smart dad either, like a tryhard dad that had just googled internet terminology and uses it in all the wrong ways. He doesn’t use emojis because there’s so many that he gets overwhelmed. He tries though, by god he tries.

Puri-Puri Prisoner:

Group chat: Basically a mediator like Superalloy. He doesn’t really like conflict and does his best to spread love and cheer but to no avail, since everyone else is a huge drag. He engages well in conversation and offers his input on plans. He’s a pretty active and well-rounded member.

Texting style: one problem, though. He’s not supposed to have a phone in prison. His texting style is very abbreviated and almost illegible because he has to get the message across as fast as possible before anyone notices he has a cellphone. The phone itself is old as hell and smells like ass. For obvious reasons.

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thottyimagines · 4 years

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I really love your ideas haha! Have drunk konoha 11 + sasuke been requested yet? If not I'd love to read that

thank you!! I feel like it has been but I can’t find it and have no desire to go digging for it so I’m gonna do it again

Naruto

Gets all red when he drinks at all, let alone when he’s actually drunk. It’s so cute.

He’s also one of those people who thinks he is even more invincible than usual when drunk. He’s off trying to challenge a sober Rock Lee to insane physical challenges if no one stops him.

Talks a biiiig game shooting his shot and is super affectionate when drunk, but would chicken out if someone actually wanted to hook up.

Occasionally tears up about friendship. Super embarrassing. Super cliche.

Sakura

Is soooo aggressive lmao she’s so fucking mean I love it. The only people who can match this level of rude are Neji and Sasuke. If the three ever banded together (which they won’t, because Neji and Sasuke would fight), their target would be done for.

Desperately wants to arm wrestle.

Loves taking drunk showers. It’s just a fun time for her.

Gets kind of annoyed when people get weepy with her. She’s drunk to have fun, not to cry. If she wanted to get drunk and cry, she’d do it in her own home, by herself, as god intended.

Sasuke

Is such a wanderer. Every now and then team 8 will have to go track him down because he’s basically playing hide and seek without telling anyone.

Always tries to smoke a cigarette when he’s drunk. Always coughs super embarrassingly and painfully.

Again, Sasuke is sooo mean lmao he just sits there, wine glass in hand, critiquing everyone aloud! Drunk Sasuke immediately senses the thing you are sensitive about and comments on it.

Let Ino pierce his ear once when they were all drunk. Actually kind of liked it, but he eventually took it out because it got infected and he didn’t know how to take care of it (and was too embarrassed to ask).

Kiba

Horny drunk for sure. Unlike Naruto, he’s down to hook up with whoever happens to returning his affections that night. Claims they actually fuck, but usually they just sloppy, ugly make out and then Kiba falls asleep and is ditched.

If he drinks enough, Kiba is convinced he can communicate telepathically with Akamaru. No one can really disprove him.

Frickin loves to booty-pop to anything. My mans drops it low.

Gets angry when people try to make him drink water. He’s literally like this vid of the dude spitting his drink at his friend like one of those bath toys.

Hinata

Level 1 Drunk consists of her getting even quieter and even redder than usual. She’s embarrassed to be drunk and thinks she’s being judged. Kiba and Shino know this, so they get her to Level 2 Drunk, which is when she’s too fucked up to care and can finally let loose a little.

She’s kind of a wild card when she’s drunk enough to do abnormal things. Sometimes she confesses her weird secrets (such as definitely training herself to love ramen, even though her baseline is just that it’s ok, but a little salty); sometimes she gets uncomfortably deep; sometimes she just sits there with her Byakugan activated.

Legit will sit with her eyes clothes, in her own world, swaying to music that may or may not be playing.

Throws up often, but quietly and without drawing attention.

Shino

Hates being drunk in big groups. He really won’t do it unless he’s at home or somewhere safe with Hinata and Kiba. Otherwise he gets all weird and twitchy.

Shino is the kind of drunk who is very, very good at hiding the fact that he’s fucked up. Like, he’ll go all night with his team and the next day Kiba will bring up something Shino said and he’ll have zero recollection of that happening.

Lowkey is a huge savage when he’s drunk. He voices all of those mean inner thoughts that he definitely (and, tbh, rightfully) has.

Spills everywhere!! Mess!

Shikamaru

Has a strong preference for whiskey. He drinks it on the rocks, and has always done this. It’s what his mom drinks, so he just copied her because it looked cool and now he has a taste for it.

He’s relaxed enough to drop the totally disinterested facade. This sounds like an oxymoron, but he’s just comfortable enough to show that he gives a damn about whatever he’s talking about.

I say whatever he’s talking about because drunk Shikamaru dominates conversations. Kiba, who never really inspected him closely enough to recognize he has brain cells, was genuinely surprised that Shikamaru knew so many words the first time they were drunk together.

Doesn’t like to get deep when he’s drunk unless he’s with his team or with an s/o.

Ino

Ugh little lush. I love her. And Ino loves to be drunk.

I think she likes white wine the best and chooses to stick to it once she gets old enough to decide hard liquor just is not it for her.

Ino thinks she’s the funniest person in the world when she’s drunk. She will frequently ask, “Why don’t we have a show, you guys?”

She can also just flip a switch and go total mom friend, though. If someone seems to not be doing so well, she can suddenly function at a much higher level. Ino is always the one to notice if Hinata needs to have a nice little vomit.

Choji

Gets sooo giggly. It’s adorable. He’s just happy to be here, coach, and happy to be drinking with his friends.

He’s kind of a lightweight for his size lmao. Also, baby boy loves the fruity drinks. He’s very confident in himself and his masculinity; why would he drink something that tastes bad to prove something to Shikamaru, who was born liking straight whiskey? No, thanks.

Drunk Choji agrees with Ino in that they should absolutely have a tv show. They’re obviously comedy gold.

Volunteers waaaay too much information. He’s just…so, so honest…as soon as a drop of alcohol enters his system. That’s why all of the Konoha kids know how long he is a virgin; he informs them monthly on the status.

Neji

The third and final true savage of the pack. He’s a straight-up animal. Remember the chunin exams? Thirteen-year-old, sober, angry Neji came up with all of that very accurate and somewhat hurtful shit. Drunk, jaded, older Neji can come up with much worse, especially because he’s gotten some more humor injected in there as well. It’s horribly accurate and then everyone will laugh at what he said.

Picks fights with Sasuke sometimes. He’s just so fucking annoying, man. If Neji can be normal in mixed company, so can he, god damn it.

Gets really, really competitive. Sometimes he’ll take Naruto up on challenges on behalf of Lee.

Neji only eats junk food when he’s drunk. It is always a night of indulgence, meaning he doesn’t do it super often. Tenten usually has to bully him into joining her (and then she has to bully Lee).

Tenten

Just bodies shots like it’s nothing. She takes shots of the nastiest shit and her face doesn’t change. She started out like that in her quest to emulate Tsunade, then she just got a taste for it.

Usually tries to do damage control with the dumbass “challenges” Naruto gets up to with her teammates. Sometimes, though, she’ll just join in herself to prove she can beat them all. And she can.

Sings her fucking heart out. Take her to a karaoke bar. Please.

Suuuuper supportive. If someone gets in their feelings too much, she’s there to help them out and bring the mood back up. She’s here for a good time!

Rock Lee

Rarely, rarely drinks. His body is a temple, for one thing. And for another thing, he can’t finish a whole drink and everyone roasts the shit out of him.

Genuinely tries to hold back with the drunken fist stuff, but Naruto won’t stop challenging him! He turns into an agent of chaos.

Has written so, so many apology letters to different establishments and friends for destroying property. They are often tearstained and so sincere that he has never been asked to pay for damages.

Makes a lot of drunk impulse purchases. And if all the stores are closed, he’ll end up just picking flowers from yards as he walks by. He never goes home empty-handed.

#naruto #naruto headcanons #drunk headcanons #naruto uzumaki #sakura #sasuke #kiba #hinata #shino #shikamaru #ino #choji #neji #tenten #rock lee #konoha 11 #konoha 12

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marireadshellblazer · 3 years

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Hellblazer Issue #7

There are a couple of big gut punches in this issue. Forgot how hard the one with Ray hit, though.

Okay they need to stop with how amazing the cover art is. My heart cannot take it!

Whooo boy, ok, the guest art there at the beginning caught me a bit off guard. Good way to separate his dream from reality. Also, pretty hot. It really let’s us see into John’s mind; how he subconsciously views people and where is passions are. Where his curiosity overlaps with sexuality. Got some flashbacks to The Horrorist.

Also, I’mma have to agree with John here; public transport does suck. It was amazingly convenient in Japan, and it was nice to have around the college campus, but it isn’t exactly a pleasure experience wise. Worst I had was the subway in New York City. It was the single most disgusting place I have ever been.

So, another friend of John’s brought in here; Ritchie. Now, the computers he works with make this particular issue stand out as really dated. It also had me thinking about some stuff.

In my horror film history class, we talked a lot about what makes something scary. A lot of the time, the “monsters” in film represent the anxieties and fears that are present among the masses at the time. Movies about zombie outbreaks and viruses got more popular in the wake of COVID 19. Movies with people based on real-life serial killers prey on the fears people have about those in the community and their fear of being victimized. Movies with demonic possessions can be metaphors for all kinds of things, and werewolf films are often the most easy to decipher as parallels for everything from puberty to mental illness. Horror films are, in short, often scary because the thing to fear in them is often grounded in things that are real, thus the popularity of found footage and “based on a true story” horror films.

In our modern world technology is still a great source of anxiety. People watching you through your webcam, Google knowing your location, Alexa becoming one of those things from The Terminator, etc. While it might seem lame or dated now, movies like Ringu (or the American version called The Ring) play on these fears as well; our dependence on and the prevalence of technology and how it can victimize us. For instance, at the beginning of The Ring there are two girls talking about how they heard TV waves cause brain damage or something to that effect. This stuck with me since, when I was a kid, there were rumors that cell phones could cause cancer and that you shouldn’t sleep near them or have them on for too long (something about radiation, I think). Even now you hear about people thinking 5G will either kill us or be used for mind control.

What I’m saying is, even though it’s dated, it makes sense to me that technology and it’s use as a portal for the mind is brought into Hellblazer. Computers becoming more accessible and the rapid upgrades that came with them, I imagine, caused a lot of anxiety. What can they be used for? Are they dangerous? Can the Russians use it to take over??!!! (I assume that’s what people from the 80’s were like IDK). The idea of using it in order to access the spiritual plane, although farfetched, falls into the question of “well, what can’t a computer do?” which is something that people still ask themselves today.

Poor Ritchie. Another victim of the curse that is being near John Constantine. Making me think back to what happened during the séance during the American Gothic arc of Swamp Thing; another magician dead after being pulled into something dangerous by John.

My God…I mean since I read his before I knew it was coming, but Ray…breaks my freaking heart every time. It’s no surprise that Delano includes his feelings about the treatment of gays and those with AIDS. I imagine, at the time, it might have been an unpopular opinion. Showing Ray speaking of his illness bravely and being open about who he loves…it gets me every time. He was murdered by brainwashed cowards for ultimately no reason. He stood his ground bravely for a friend. This is some real horror, here. What’s more horrifying than the murder of an innocent old man via hate crime? This was the first time (but not the last) I felt my stomach drop when reading this series. Delano made him a martyr for the message. It could be argued that this fits into the bury your gays trope, but it does get the point across. His death is haunting. The reader may not know him well, but they know very well Ray did nothing to deserve that.

Something I didn’t notice before: John being on a train bookends the issue, as does the subject of sex. At the beginning he’s sleeping, so at least somewhat relaxed, on his way to see a hommie, dreaming about banging a friend. Pretty standard stuff. At the end of the issue, he is stressed and dealing with the reality that the aforementioned hommie is now dead more or less because of him. The ghost of his ex then chastises him for having sex as a partial motivation, which does appear to be the case. Sex goes from something good (as good as unzipping flesh can be, anyway) to something shameful and is being something thrown at him as a problem. Nice touch there.

Ok so the journal entries at the end from when John was in Ravenscar were a bit of a surprise. The one about his sister…I have heard of people having experiences like that with siblings or other family. Is that normal?

Words I had to look up:

Duck- dear, term of endearment. (aight, I have heard this one in this context before, and I could kinda guess at the meaning, but this time I knew I needed to be sure. Also, not gunna lie, it’s kinda weird).

kia ora- Maori word, used here I think to mean lively or cheerful.

Cosh- big-ass stick, used as a weapon.

#Hellblazer #issue 7 #thoughts #reading

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faithylilac · 3 years

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The Party Party part 2

“DAX YOU HAVE TO PAY FOR THINGS!” Faithy chaises Dax as he ran out of a random shop with a bundle of flowers. What was he going to do with these? I don’t know, keep reading and you’ll find out. I don’t have to tell you everything you lazy—

“Back in my times, you could find flowers everywhere! You mortals just HAD to invent roads and took up all the good flower land!” He yelled in defiance, still running away from the priestess.

Carter and Echo were still in the flower shop with the store owner who was trying to process what was happening. She was quite short with red and purpled hair, along with a giant mushroom hat to top her off. An absolutely adorable creature

“Man, leaving the hottest two people in this party to deal with his tab...” Echo said with a sigh. “Oh could I stab him? He’ll live.” Carter said, almost too excitedly.

“It looked like your mate might kill em first.” The store owner piped in.

carter sadly put the dagger he was holding away, while nodding in unison with Echo.

Faithy slams the door open, dragging an unconscious god by his foot with a bunch of destroyed flowers. “I have killed god, what will you do now?” Faithy announced with a dark look. He was very much alive, evident by his snoring. Apparently the store owner didn’t hear, because she didn’t react.

Faithy walked over to the desk, still dragging the god and slams a bag of gold and the flowers down. “He committed insurance fraud last week, this is his punishment.” She then tenderly smiled at the girl, “can you wrap these with red ribbon? That’s his favorite color.”

The store owner is taken aback. She actually takes a step back and looks at the large bag of coins, then at the flower pile. There seemed to be around 300 gold coins in the bag, though two could have payed for all the flowers the hooligan took.

“You said he committed insurance fraud?” She asked while sliding the bag of gold towards her to behind the desk so they couldn’t change their minds. The conscious members of the party nod in shame. The store owner quickly tied the beaten bouquet together and shoves it at Faithy.

“Yo! If you want to hear the rest of the story, meet us at the tavern tonight! Dax will even buy you a drink!” Faithy suggested.

“OooooOooooh! Dax buying drinks, I’m in I’m in I’m in!!!!” Echo shouted in excitement.

“Not to be the one that’s actually using the brain cell, but did he agree to that?” Carter asked.

Faithy just smiled and shook her head “no.”

“I’ll think about it, but no promises.” The store owner finally replied.

Without warning, Dax jumps to his feet, fully conscious. “I’m buying what?”

“Awesome! What was your name again, I did get to catch it earlier.” The priestess asked, all while ignoring the god. Dax just huffed and sat down on the floor. The store owner peered over her desk and giggled at his behavior. “You lot can call me CJ.”

After some time, the party was looking for the tavern in town. Echo said he was gonna scout it out, but forgot because he got swarmed with people for being hot. He first started wearing mostly black to ward people off, but his great fashion sense contracted that and gained many fans.

Carter ended up finding it, thankfully. He only found it because he was planning on robbing someone that went inside. Much to his dismay, Faithy was behind him and started praising them for finding the place. In other words, he didn’t get to rob the person.

The poor tavern owner had no idea what was in store for him and the amount of damage that will soon take place. It started as a normal evening, Dax had a crowd around him as usual to listen to his stories, Faithy and Carter were trying to tune him out, and Echo Hijacked the stage; though the owner didn’t mind, the whole tavern loved it.

“And in the mouth of the dragon, I threw the bag of carrots that my party members borrowed from a local farmer. The dragon then gagged on the bag, it was made of linen of course— and passed out long enough for us to make a getaway with the golden chest!” He ended yet again another tall tale of how he joined the party. Faithy was slouched over her chair snoring, it was the only thing to free her from the urge to correct him. Carter was just pickpocketing people while the priestess couldn’t stop him

But enough about the party, we’ve seen them in a tavern before; kinda boring if you keep retelling the same thing over and over and over and over— what’s do you mean this is only the second chapter? Anyway, our adorable shopkeeper friend, Cj made her way inside quietly and sat by Faithy who was still asleep.

As soon as CJ sits down, The priestess shoots up from her slumber and tackles her with a hug. “You made it!” She shouted. “Yeah... I’m not normally one to come here, you lot seem to be good fun.” To be honest, CJ didn’t know why she decided to come, they were a bunch of wackos.

But before she blinks again, the whole party is at the table with hot chocolate, all of their eyes on her. “Got you some hot chocolate kiddo.” Dax said, voice mumbled by the mug he was drinking from. She looks at the cup in front of her, filled to brink with marshmallows. That’s suspicious, that’s weird. She ignored her suspicion and the group before her started talking about recent adventures.

“I’m was actually in the running for being high priestess of Gjhar feiiled, but this one loser, Richard sabotaged me and now I’m on the run from the followers of my god!” The woman slumps in her chair, slightly sobbing as she drank her hot coco. “Like the cat god?” Cj asked. “Oh you should have seen it! Carter is terrified of cats!” Dax shouted. Cj just raises her eyebrow, but it didn’t seem like they were going to explain the story. She takes what she thought was the last sip, but as soon as she set down her mug, it started rising to the top again. She took a quick glance, surely she didn’t slip up, no no no! Who noticed, did anyone see what happened?

Dax was pointing his finger at her mug and slowly pulling his finger upward as her cup began to fill. A chocolate fairy? No those probably didn’t exist.... probably. “Um, what’s with the uh— uh that?” She asked, pointing at his finger. He just shrugs.

She looked elsewhere and her eyes landed on the goth one of the group. “Ummmm is your friend ok? He looks like a gargoyle just about now.” Cj asked the party leader. True, he was just sitting there menacingly, knees pulled up to chest and everything. “Listen I look really hot, like super hot. When you’ve managed to this level, you’ll understand sitting like this”

The next morning CJ opened up her shop and heard a lot of commotion outside. She peered out the front door to see a giant gold statue of— DAX? She runs outside to see a few people carving out details they really shouldn’t, not that she thinks they should be working on this statue to begin with. There were also people praying to it, not the weirdest thing people have done in this village, but still. She found Dax and ran up to him, hoping he would have some sense of what was going on.

“Is there a reason they’re building a gold statue of you?” Dax just laughed. “I’m serious, what is this?”

“I kinda just sneezed and one of the elders woke up from a coma or something. But it’s whatever, I don’t really care if people figure out I’m a god.” He replied. Cj’s jaw dropped. He didn’t say what she was thinking, no.... So he wasn’t a chocolate fairy like she originally thought.

“Come with me.” She quickly grabbed him by the arm and dragged him into her shop. She locked the door and closed the blinds so no one could peer in.

“What did you just— I. Who goes around Willy Nilly saying they’re a god?” She shouted, not loud enough for anyone outside to hear. He just laughs, “and you aren’t?”

Her eyes blew wide open. “WHAT!”

“Listen kid, I’ve lived for a very long time. I can sense you baby gods from a mile away.”

If you haven’t caught on, this is just a silly thing writing about my friends and I’m going to do my best to keep it no context needed :)

Masterlist

#the party party #friendfiction #part 2 #original story #fantasy setting #basically a dnd session #Garfield #cottage core goddess might fight chaos god???

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penpatronuswhump · 4 years

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WHUMPTOBER 2020

No. 19

Fandom: Avengers

Whumpees: Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Clint Barton, Bruce Banner, Thor

Caregiver: Steve Rogers

Title: We’re the Avengers

By: PenPatronus // PenPatronusAooO

Author’s Note: I cried THE ENTIRE TIME I wrote this.

It happened in slow motion, as such things do.

Maybe it was fate, or maybe it was luck that they all got to the same place on the battlefield at the same time. Or maybe it was because they were all keeping track of Thanos and of each other, hard as that was with the entire universe fighting around them. It was habit, really. How many battles had they been in? They knew where the others were at all times. They recognized the hitches of breaths over the coms that meant that other man needed backup. They recognized when punches got a bit slower or arrows shot slightly askew or lightning went a bit sideways. They recognized when a shield was thrown with less gusto or a roar was less enthusiastic. And they knew the sound Tony made when he was in pain.

Tony was in pain.

The Infinity stones synched up with the Iron Man gauntlet, and the greatest power in the entire universe shot through the suit. For half a second – less than one – the suit absorbed and dissipated some of the energy. It pushed it through Tony’s knees and into the ground where it branched like tree roots. But then the remaining energy ricocheted, and erupted in Tony’s body. It enveloped the gauntlet and transformed every cell in his body into fire.

Someone grabbed Tony’s empty left hand. Tony saw Steve in his peripheral. Their fingers interlaced, and purple and blue energy skittered across their connection and into Steve’s body. Together, wordless, the two friends stood up to face Thanos together.

Movement on the right. Thor landed beside Tony and put a hand on his brother’s shoulder. Red and yellow energy flowed into his body. Thor faltered for a moment, like he might kneel, but he called on all his strength and remained up.

Rumbling. Bruce dropped into the scene right beside Thor. Without hesitation, he took the god’s hand. He roared when the energy again went into his injured right arm.

Clint had never run so fast in his life. He dropped his sword, dropped his bow, dropped his arrows, just so he could get to his teammates a quarter of a second faster. He made it, taking Steve’s hand and standing beside him. The blast of energy nearly knocked Clint backward, but Steve held him aloft.

Together, as one team, the five Avengers faced the Titan.

And Clint could swear he felt Natasha’s hand in his…

“I am inevitable,” Thanos said.

Tony summoned that precious Stark smirk. He raised his hand. He flexed his numb fingers. “And we’re,” he said, “the… AVENGERS.”

SNAP.

Within a minute, Thanos and all his ships and minions and philosophies across the entire universe, turned to ash and disappeared. Everyone left standing on the battlefield turned to look at the Avengers.

The explosion of power had blasted the Avengers out of one another’s grips. Steve lost consciousness for a minute, then woke up on his stomach, gasping, having the wind knocked out of him. His right hand felt like it was on fire, and he pushed it into the dirt as if flames needed put out. He tasted blood in his mouth, and spat out a clump of it. The right side of his body felt like one giant bruise. Clint lay on his left. “Barton!” Steve coughed. “Clint!”

Clint’s eyes were closed, but he waved his fingers in Cap’s direction. “’m ok,” Clint mumbled. “’s Tony?”

“Come on.” Steve crawled over and the pair helped each other stand up. Clint nearly toppled over. Blessed, he was not, with super soldier serum, he had to be held up by Steve’s strength. Bleeding wounds crisscrossed his skin like Lichtenberg figures.

Thor and Banner were on their feet. Bruce’s left arm wasn’t nearly as damaged as his right, but it was smoking in places. Thor was limping. Both his eyes and his nose were bleeding.

The four Avengers made their way back to the middle, back to Tony.

He’d always been the center.

Stark was standing. He took two steps to his right, three steps to his left, and then collapsed to the ground with his back up against a pile of debris. Thor knelt beside him and yanked the gauntlet, and the Infinity Stones, off Tony’s arm. Tony’s right hand looked like raw meat. They saw bone.

Steve helped Clint sit down against the same pile of debris. Wanda ran over. “Oh my god,” she squealed, “are you ok?” She fell into Clint’s arms and the pair hugged. “Clint, where is she? Where’s Nat?”

Steve’s attention was on Tony. He took off his cowl and used it to put out the small remaining fires in the Iron Man suit. Then he started ripping up parts of his dirty uniform and pressing them against the bleeders on Tony’s neck and collarbone. The right side of Stark’s face and head was sliced and seared. His ear was gone. But his eyes were open and alert and following Steve’s hands as they worked. His breathing was quick, but consistent. Steve put his fingers against the pulse point in Tony’s neck and found his heart beating strong.

Tony didn’t say anything. He just watched Cap work. Tears built up in Steve’s eyes and they wiped away the dirt on his face when they fell. “You did it,” he whispered. “You saved the universe.”

Tony coughed and cleared his throat. He tried to speak, but only managed a whisper. “We did it. If you guys hadn’t… I’d be dead by now.”

“That was the most incredible…” Steve shook his head. “You’re incredible.”

Rhodey landed. The spider kid dropped in. Steve had to hold him back from hugging Tony so that he wouldn’t hurt him. Pepper took Steve’s spot. She smiled at her husband, then gently kissed his cheek, followed by his chapped lips. “My hero,” she told him, eyes watering.

Firetrucks and ambulances wailed in the distance.

More people crowded in. Everyone wanted to see the five men who saved the universe. Bucky and Sam ran over and hugged Steve so hard they lifted him off the ground. T’Challa shook each of their hands. Drax, Scott, Quill, Dr. Strange, Rocket – they all poured in.

Nobody knew who started the clapping, but clap they did. Everyone on the battlefield either clapped or bowed or saluted the Avengers – the men who saved the universe.

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Thanks to Steve, Thor, Clint, and Bruce, Tony got another three weeks of life.

His organs got fried. The ones that could be replaced, were, but there was just too much damage to his brain, heart, and lungs. He returned to his bed in their cabin on the lake, knowing he’d never leave there. It was only a matter of time. And during that time, Rhodey, Happy, Steve, Peter, Clint, Thor, and Bruce all but moved in with Pepper and Morgan. They all wanted to be there, to take shifts to be with Tony, to provide any comfort they could, to divide their grief between friends just like the energy of the Stones.

And one morning, around 2am, Tony’s breathing changed. Steve was keeping vigil beside his bed. Tony turned his head and looked at him. “Hey, Cap.”

“Hey.” Steve put his book down and stood. He gave Tony a long look, then knelt, and took his friend’s hand. He turned both of his lips inward and bit down on them. “Hey, you.”

“I think… I think…” Tony was struggling with breathing, but there was no fear in his eyes.

Steve’s nostrils flared. He squeezed Tony’s pale, cold hand. “Should I get Pepper?”

“Yeah.” He looked so brave. “Yeah, I think so.”

“All right.” Steve couldn’t help it – the tears rose and overflowed in barely two seconds. His heart ached with a grief he’d never known. He nodded his head at Tony, put on the bravest smile he could, and whispered, “I’ll see you soon.”

Tony called Steve’s name right before he went through the door. Cap sniffed and turned around and looked at his friend for the last time. With what very, very little strength he had left, Tony raised his hand, and saluted.

After he retrieved Pepper from Morgan’s room, and watched her close the door to their bedroom, Steve walked slowly downstairs. Half of the boys were passed out in their sleeping bags, but Bruce and Clint were teaching Thor how to play poker at the dining room table. All three put their cards down and stared at Steve. Cap collapsed on the bottom step, put his arms on his knees, and wept. It was Thor who approached him, who put his hand on Steve’s shoulder, who squeezed Steve back when he stood and went in for an embrace. Steve waved the other two in, and the four remaining Avengers hugged.

The End

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gustafsnightangel · 3 years

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Shattered Lives Ch 24 Pt 2

That’s how Gustaf found her when he walked through the door just after ten thirty. Leaving his bag, he locked the door and came to her quietly and sighed. She’d run herself into the ground and the events of the day hadn’t helped. “My sweet lady why do you do this to yourself?” He sighed.

He glanced at the laptop open to her budget spreadsheet, the figures scrawled on her legal pad, the pile of tissues. Upset, stressed, work, kids, and it was all too much, her body had pulled her under to make her rest. He knew she’d be angry at him for calling Bill, organizing help, denting her independence again but it infuriated him that she insisted she do everything herself when she didn’t need to. How were they supposed to be a family, to work together if she wouldn’t let him close, wouldn’t let him help?

He tidied up her work, closed the laptop and once everything was ready for the morning he ran his knuckles down her cheek as he knelt beside her. Those glacial blue eyes fluttered open, that flinty steel look warning him to tread very carefully. He knew her temper, that ice cold fury, and could see it simmering.

“You’re home.” She said wearily as she sucked in a breath and sat up.

“I am.” The irritation in his tone not lost on her as her eyebrow arched. She hadn’t taken care of herself while he was away and he was furious. He could see the dark smudges under her eyes, that drawn look on her face, exhaustion, stress, and something under it he wasn’t sure of yet. Anger and irritation, sure, grief, expected, but there was something else.

His thumb brushed her cheek as the tears fell, she was too tired and fed up to keep them in. “I’m furious at you for manhandling me.” She said in that low tone all women had.

“Ok.” He chuckled, not the welcome home love he was expecting. Buckle up and hold on, he thought, this was going to be some ride. “I just wanted to take care of you and the kids love, that’s all.” His fingers stroked her hair, the feel of it grounding him, home.

“I know, but you do it so forcefully and it irritates the fuck out of me.” She spat. Ok, he thought, still riding on the fury from earlier and she’d had a few hours for it to stew. “It makes me feel stupid.” She said crisply. “Like I can’t cope unless you’re picking up the pieces or holding my fucking hand like three year old.”

“You’re not stupid.” He said honestly and kept his voice low.

“No, I’m not, but there are times when you make me feel so fucking incompetent that I question whether I have two brain cells to rub together. I’m not some damsel that needs a white knight every time something goes to shit.” She steamed. “I can handle my shit when you’re away.” She snapped and rose to pace. Not very well if she was being completely honest but she’d handle it regardless.

He carefully got to his feet. They would go a round then, he thought, he had to let her burn it out of her system. He could sense there was much more to this than the car breaking down and he didn’t want her imploding like the night she got drunk outside her apartment.

“Sildie you’re not incompetent or stupid. Just fucking stubborn.” He said gently and scrubbed a hand over his face. He was tired after the long day and the flight home, fighting with her would do him in. “I was simply miles away, with my family stranded at a restaurant, with the temperature dropping, and no way of getting home. I did the only thing I could do for you, I called my brother.”

“I did have a way to get home Gustaf. I’d spent a good forty five minutes on the phone organizing it, getting a tow truck, ordering a maxi cab, it’s not fucking rocket science. What I needed was for you to ask. To ask if I was ok, to ask if I needed help. To have the common fucking decency to trust me that I had it under control. You have to trust me that I can take care of it.” She said evenly, looking at him and boy did he hate that look, the one that screamed you don’t trust me.

He didn’t think, something inside him just snapped and he moved on the rage that had suddenly clouded his mind. Distrust for him was like a red rag to a bull. He closed the gap between them in two strides and backed her up until he had her pressed against the counter, his fingers gripping her chin so he had her undivided attention. “I do trust you.” He growled. She watched his temper surge forward, those usually placid blue eyes flash with anger. It was a tone she’d not heard from him before and never wanted to hear again, the promise of violence. Though she knew he would never raise a hand to her, she felt the threat radiate off him. “I know you can and would fight tooth and nail for yourself and for the kids, but it doesn’t mean you have to, not on your own. I felt so useless stuck in a cab miles away from you that I had to do something, anything to get you home, to see that you were safe. It doesn’t mean I don’t trust you.” His tone was flat, his gaze poignant as he released her chin. He’d stepped over a line and he knew it. He hated himself for getting in her face and letting his anger get out of control. Rarely did he get in someone’s face and he regretted it almost instantly.

She wasn’t fearful as she locked her gaze onto his. He had to admit, she had balls. Where other women would shrink away from an advance like that from a man, Sildie didn’t. She just stared at him and took another swing at him verbally. “And what about Bill paying for dinner, you know how I feel about that? I couldn’t even buy him a hot chocolate to say thank you.” She spat, still not done, and he could hear she was on the verge of tears.

“That’s not how this family works love.” He said softly, and at the risk her biting his fingers, or worse kneeing him in the balls, he toyed with the wisp of hair that had worked loose from her clip. Had he damaged their relationship with his outburst? He knew better than to let his anger gain the upper hand on him like that. “Our family sticks together. You and the kids are part of that now.”

“Well I wouldn’t know would I? I never had one.” There was venom in her voice as she lashed out at him. “So what am I supposed to do, call you every time I get a fucking paper cut to get you to come fix it, to kiss it better?” She was so angry all reason had gone out the window. Pushing her way out from where he had her pinned, she moved to the kitchen and angrily made a pot of tea, the teapot taking a beating. She needed distance, and something to do with her hands before they ended up ripping her hair out, strangling Gustaf, or throwing the teapot across the room.

Rarely did she get this worked up and lash out, but there was no stopping now she was in that headspace. “You don’t fucking get it do you? I couldn’t even mentally prepare myself, let alone the kids, for meeting your brother and his wife, the potential questions, the possible meltdown from the kids. You forced me to deal with a situation I wasn’t ready to deal with Gustaf. I wanted to meet your family with you, instead of freaking out on the inside because.... I had to slam my defenses up befo...” She let out a shuddered breath, the panic rising way too fast. “Don’t.” She said flatly as he stepped toward her seeing her body and mind was about to completely implode. “Don’t you fucking dare.” She gasped in a wheezed breath. She didn’t want or need his touch, or the sympathy. She forced air into and out of her lungs, her head spinning, the unmistakable rush of intense heat, the black spots dancing before her eyes, she would not pass out. She kicked the cupboard in frustration at the fact she’d let it escalate into a fucking panic attack.

“I’m sorry Sildie I didn’t see it that way.” He said gently, backing down immediately when he realized he’d fucked up, the concern in his voice at her struggle to keep her panic attack from consuming her. It stung that she hadn’t let him come to her.

He was an idiot, he’d completely forgotten her unease with meeting his family during their call and felt like an ass for pushing Bill and Alida on her. “I didn’t think.” He sighed and closed his eyes as he pinched the bridge of his nose willing the headache that was brewing to go away. How fucking stupid could you be, he berated himself?

“No, you didn’t, because you don’t stop and think, you just fucking manhandled me, bullied your way over the top of everything. You didn’t even ask if I wanted help, you just assumed I couldn’t take care of myself, of the kids, and took control.”

“And you wonder why when I come home to find you asleep at the table, exhausted, stressed out, working yourself ragged, with dark shadows under your eyes.” He shot back. “And that’s just two days of me being away Sildie.”

She glared at him. “I’m always going to be stressed, half dead at the table working because that’s what life is for me now, one big fucking ball of stress. I live a life I never fucking wanted, yet I do it because there’s no other choice. It fucking presses on me every second of every day and I’m sick to death of it, like I’m fucking suffocating. It doesn’t mean I can’t take care of the kids or my own sorry ass when my car breaks down. It doesn’t mean you get to breeze in and take control just because I’m having a shit day. I will not give up my career, my independence, or my life for you. I won’t change who I am for you Gustaf. I maybe a stubborn, insensitive bitch but that’s who I am and that’s what you signed up for.” She spat, as she slammed around the kitchen some more, that tell tale wheeze of her anxiety attack winding up for a second round. She knew it was unfair, he hadn’t deserved her fury as she verbally slapped him with everything wrong with her life, but damn it he’d pushed all her fucking rage buttons today.

“I’m not asking you to Sildie and never will. I just want to help.” He said calmly, fighting fire with fire now wasn’t going to end well and he knew she wasn’t going to back down once she’d dug her heels in. I just want to love you he said silently. I just want to see you hurt a little less, stress a little less, anything but this, he thought.

“Well it’s not fucking helping, its setting me up for failure.” She let the sob out and continued to keep busy. She knew if she stopped moving she’d crumple to the floor and it would be the end of her.

He sat at the table and let her storm around the kitchen watching her closely. So much rage and adrenaline still pumping through her system another panic attack would hit her easily if he pushed. He knew better, he knew he should have dealt with this calmer than he had. Would she come to him now he wondered? Would she let him touch her, hold her, care for her?

He only stood again when she placed a cup of tea on the counter for him, her hands shaking. She stayed silent as she sipped her tea and washed the dishes and he gave her the headspace, he’d have to wait for her to come to him now. Pushing it would only push her further away and he’d done enough of that tonight.

“We take care of each other Sildie.” He said softly as he brought his tea to the table, she needed distance, to see he wasn’t crowding her. “I wanted, I needed to take care of you, the kids. I’m sorry for manhandling you, that wasn’t my intent.” He stayed on his feet, the nervous energy making him fidgety. He had to give her something, her emotions were too raw, her anger still simmering. “I didn’t mean to get in your face either, you didn’t deserve that and I’m not proud of it.” He watched her carefully, he’d half expected her to slap him across the face when he’d lost his cool but she hadn’t, she’d just stared him down. “I’m sorry love, I stepped over a line and I’m sorry.”

She took a measured breath, the anger had run it course and now she was just tired. “I’m sorry too. I said some pretty shitty things.” She said softly as she sipped her tea and loaded the dishwasher. They were things she couldn’t take back.

“I deserved it.” He said honestly.

“No, you didn’t.” She murmured. “I was irritated but the rest of it was me being overwhelmed and I’m sorry. I don’t like it when I’m that person.” She dried her hands and held one up when he went to answer. “Don’t.” She shook her head. “It was unfair. I had no right to say some of those things to you and I can’t take them back.”

He gave her the time she needed to find her equilibrium. The task of wiping benches and getting ready for the morning was what helped to level out the remaining anxiety. She’d beat herself up over it, he was sure, because that’s the person she was.

“How am I going to fix the car and get Lily’s bedroom started?” She said softly as she stood at the counter finishing her tea, her rage quenched for the moment. It was a rhetorical question and he let her talk without interruption. “I’m so sick of shit breaking. I just want the universe to cut me a goddamn break. I mean, haven’t we been through enough already?” She scrubbed her tears away and looked at him. “And no, you’re not fixing my car.” She added as he opened his mouth to offer exactly that. He snapped it shut.

“We can work it out together, if you want?” His tone was low, soothing. “We’ll figure it out love, it’s just a car.” He just wanted her in his arms, to comfort, to ease the overwhelming pain he felt radiating off her.

“I’m just tired.” She said as she hesitantly reached her hand across the counter for his, the olive branch he’d been waiting for. “Tired of everything I fucking feel right now.” Her fingers toyed with his as the tears fell, her voice weary. How did she fix everything she’d just thrown in his face? Some of it was valid, a lot was her blowing off steam and throwing a bitch fit.

She snatched her hand away and swiped at the tears before making another pot of tea, feeling idiotic for blubbering. She felt as if her words had poisoned him tonight with all her emotional shit, her touch just as toxic. More poison to add to Ana’s, she thought, way to go.

He waited until she placed the pot of tea on the counter before moving it to the table and sitting down, relieved that she’d followed him. Taking her hand in his he tugged on it hoping she’d crawl into his lap.

“Today was just the last fucking straw for a lot of things and I’m too tired and emotionally beat to hell to cope with it all.” She said quietly, looking down at him she felt the guilt surface. The things she’d said to him tonight. She didn’t deserve this kind hearted, loving soul sitting at her dining table.

“We’ll figure it out love, but for right now.” He tugged her hand a little harder. “Please love.” He asked, his voice catching, she hesitated before she flopped onto his lap defeated. “I missed you.” He murmured and wrapped his arms around her pulling her in close. Nuzzling her neck he breathed in her scent. Goddamn he’d missed her and felt his eyes prickle at having her in his arms finally. She’d slammed all her defenses up tonight and he would have to chip away at getting her to lower them again.

“I’m sorry.” She said quietly, relaxing into him, toying with the collar of his white dress shirt. “For all the things I said I’m sorry. You didn’t deserve it.”

“So am I love.” He held her close, rubbing her back in soothing strokes, his lips lingering at her temple. “I should have asked instead of doing what I did. I’m sorry I sent Bill and Alida, I didn’t think about how that meeting would affect you or the kids.”

“I don’t want my birthday to come.” She blurted, so quietly he almost missed it. His lips gently kissed her brow and he breathed out carefully. Now we get to it, he thought. “It’s going to though isn’t it?” It had been going through her mind since she’d pulled the charm from the rear view mirror. The grief for her brother pushing it’s way to the surface again and pulling her under. “It’s going to come and go just like last year and he’s not going to be here.”

“Yes.” His one word answer struck her heart. “But you’re not alone love.”

“I know, but it hurts.” She let the one sob hitch in her throat. “It always fucking hurts.”

“It will.” His heart broke for her. “But I’m here love.” His hand tangled into her hair gently and tipped her head back to look at her. “I’ll always be here for you.” His kiss had her tears falling.

“I don’t like being older than him.” Her sobs were quiet and all he could do was hold her and let her talk. “It doesn’t feel right, none of this feels right. He was always older than me.” He let her purge it, with her head resting on his chest he ran his fingers through her hair soothing her as well as himself.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to fall apart on you.” She sniffed, sitting up to look at him quickly, kind ocean eyes looked back. “Again. Fuck, I’m a mess.” She huffed, there was no humor in her voice.

“It’s fine.” He said as he sipped his tea.

“Are we ok?” She mumbled, her voice shaky. She fidgeted with the button on his dress shirt and she couldn’t look at him. His fingers gently hooked under her chin to ask that she look at him, the complete opposite to earlier where he didn’t give her the choice. Her gaze found his hesitantly, not wanting to linger and see the aftermath of her handiwork reflected in his eyes.

“We’re ok.” He said gently, her eyes were full of regret. Tonight would haunt her for while. He kissed her, that tenderness flowing from him to soothe her. “Bed time?” He asked as he kissed her again, those ice blue eyes uncertain, grief clouded them but the rage was spent.

“I need a shower.” She said wearily. She was exhausted and the now the anger and anxiety had departed it left her a husk of her former self.

“So do I.” He said softly and kissed her tenderly. “Come shower with me?” Her nod had him smiling before he kissed her so thoroughly her mind went blank and her toes curled.

“I missed you love.” He said softly.

“I missed you too.” Her voice was thick with tears. “I’m sorry.”

“We’re ok.” He scooped an arm around her shoulders and half carried her to the bedroom. Pulling the clothes from her body with tenderness, his fingers soothed as well as aroused. He would see her satisfied if that what she needed but his main goal was to see her relax, to see that mountain of stress she carried disappear.

He stripped and started the shower and held her to him with an arm wrapped around her tightly. Once under the water he soaped his hands and let them cruise over her body, soft and supple curves greeted his hands. He felt her relax as his fingers dug into her shoulders, washed her hair, the stolen wet kisses as he tended her soothing them both.

He quickly washed himself as she stepped out of the shower to dry her hair. As they crawled into bed he pulled her close groaning at the feel of her against him.

“Damn I missed this.” He sighed.

“I missed you.” She murmured sleepily.

“What’s this?” He asked toying with the string wrapped around her finger. She hadn’t let go of it the entire time he’d been home.

She held it up for him to see. A simple silver Celtic knot on a dark blue string. “It was from Quinn.” She said simply.

“Hanging from your mirror in the car.” He murmured and held her closer kissing her temple. “I remember. It’s beautiful.”

“He bought it for me on our first trip to Ireland as a birthday gift when we were sixteen.” She said quietly. “He told me it was to keep me safe.” She unwound it and reached to put it on the nightstand. “It’s stupid.” She grumbled and felt like a fool. It was just a lump of fucking silver. She was still so angry at him for leaving her, yet missed him every second of every day. These emotions were so raw she had no idea how to handle them when they swamped her system.

“It’s not stupid love.” His voice a low rumble, hands holding her tightly. She was still torn, angry Quinn was gone, desperate to hold onto everything he was.

“How are you getting to hockey tomorrow?” She asked out of the blue trying to take her mind off her current train of thought.

“I’ll catch a cab or go hire a car or something. I’ll figure it out tomorrow. Sleep now love. Turn that wicked smart brain off.” He said stroking fingers over her hip and thigh. “Let it rest.”

She half turned in his arms to kiss him. Feeling that jolt to her system she deepened it and he followed, letting her tell him what she needed. His hand dipped lower to brush over her mound as the other gently cupped a breast.

“I’m sorry.” She sighed as she gave her body to him. Her hands searching his frame for forgiveness.

“It’s done now love.” He murmured as he aroused and soothed, his fingers gentle, tender. She’d done the same for him, she’d forgiven him and they moved on, he’d do the same for her.

He shifted down her body, his erection already pressing against her. Straddling her lower leg he wrapped the other around his hip, pushing it up toward her shoulder as he towered over her. Devouring her mouth he slipped inside her, that wet heat consuming him.

“My Sildie.” He whispered as he settled on his elbows, caging her in. “You are beautiful love.” Her eyes met his, regret, remorse, and pain looked back.

“I’m sorry.”

“We’re ok love.” He soothed and kissed the spot just below her ear. “Let it go now, just feel. Let me make you feel better.”

He made love to her, gave her the gentleness she needed. Slow deep thrusts brought her undone, the feel of him moving inside her, that familiar scent enveloping her. She’d raged at him, all but tossed his kindness back in his face yet he was still here, he didn’t leave, and she didn’t deserve him. His finger slipped over her clit, the soft cry one of relief as he circled it, the harshness of the words she’d thrown at him starting to fall away from her mind as he filled her.

“Go over love.” He whispered and felt the familiar flutter from her around his cock. She turned her head enough to look at him, those ocean blue eyes so intent on her, the love he let shine through for her to see.

“Gustaf.” She breathed, her hand cupping his cheek bringing him closer for a kiss. It asked for forgiveness, for love, for understanding. He deepened it as she came, swallowing her cry so not to wake Lily.

He kept his rhythm at the same maddening pace as she gasped for air, her next orgasm already building.

“I need you.” She whispered, her voice choking on the emotions of the night that still lingered.

“You have me love, all of me.” He murmured.

“I’m sorry.”

“I know you are love. I forgive you Sildie.” He said gently and the slight nod of her head told him that’s what she’d needed. “Let it be done love. We’re ok.” She relaxed at his words, her emotions settling. He kissed her, a kiss that made her pussy throb and her mind blank, giving her the respite she needed from her own thoughts.

“Relax on your side.” He said softly, and kissed her shoulder as she moved, his hand guiding, soothing. His body weight pressed her into the mattress as his thrusts went deeper, long purposeful strokes that bottomed out inside her. “Let me take you.” He whispered. “Relax love.”

His teeth grazed her throat as her release crested, his fingers teasing the length of her thigh. He would wreck her so she’d slept tonight, that dreamless sleep of healing and recovery. Pistoning his hips faster, she came, the body of a goddess writhing beneath him, as her pussy clenched his cock.

Her head was spinning as he pounded into her. She didn’t need to ask him to take her harder, he knew what she needed, what she wanted. She needed to feel anything but the storm of emotions that had flooded her earlier. As soon as one orgasm finished the other built and rolled through her. Over and over he took her until she was nearly screaming from the pleasure he was inflicting on her.

“Sildie.” He breathed, the cascade of orgasms causing her pussy to suck and grip his cock into oblivion. As her next release thundered toward her he slipped a finger over her clit and rubbed furiously. She buried her face in the pillow and screamed as he bit down on the pulse at her throat. She came so hard she saw those pretty stars flash across her vision, his lust filled groan in her ear as he joined her making her shiver delightfully.

He was expecting the tears, hoped for it really, the last of the emotional rollercoaster of the evening. “Roll over love.” He soothed as he gently pulled out of her and lay beside her. “Come curl into me.”

“I’m so sorry.” She wept. “I said some things I shouldn’t have said to you.”

“It’s all ok love, we’re ok. I said some things I shouldn’t have either. I’m sorry too.” He kissed her head as she burrowed in. Her face scrunched into his chest. “Let it be done now love. Fresh start tomorrow?” She nodded her head not trusting her voice to be steady enough. His fingers danced along her body, the soothing touch visibly relaxing her. He watched as each muscle went lax and her breathing become evenly spaced.

“I’m glad you’re home.” She slurred after the tears were purged, sleep trying to pull her under.

He tenderly brushed his fingers through her hair, the constant movement soothing him. “I’ll always come home to you love.” He felt her slip into sleep. Even when you’re raging mad at me, or I’m irritated at you, he thought. “You’re my home.” He whispered and let sleep claim him too.

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