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@buggachat I'm just leaving this here
"Bakery Enemies AU"
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SEE, THERE YALL HAVE IT FROM THE MAN HIMSELF, I DONT WANNA HEAR ANY MORE NICK SLANDER 👏👏👏
I already knew that before but it really bothered me how unfair people were being calling him selfish or God forbid "abusive" in comparison to for instance The Quarrys best boi Dylan. Especially cause nobody except Dylan, Laura and Emma were aware they would transform (Emma to an extent I believe as she didn't witness a transformation but she did warn abi in a haze cause something didn't feel right to her), so I am 100% certain if nick were in a different condition, he would've warned them of the incoming danger. He was always caring for abi, especially when she returned, he, despite his injuries only inquired for her safety.
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DOUBLE DOWN ON IT EVAN BBY, WOOOOO 👏👏👏
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Nick protection squad leader Evan we thank u for ur service🧎‍♀️
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slippery-minghus · 4 months
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getting really tired of my new coworker's attitude. starting tomorrow, i'm taking a policy that if she wants me to teach her how to do something, she's gonna have to ask. no more politely checking if she knows how to do a task. no more watching as she does an uncommon thing. if she's gonna give me snark every time our communication styles mismatch, then i'm just going to remove one of the sources of that friction.
#we really. are not a good fit#we miss each other farrrr more often than we match#and as much as i don't want to say i'm blameless and perfect at social things and a victim that things just ~happen to~#i feel like i'm coming to our interactions with a lot more grace and patience#i realize i could take a step back and trust her to do the job#and i'm going to#but i really want to train her well since it seems she'll be sticking around. i want her to be confident in the job and know what she's doin#though i'll admit it has been hard to see her as competent and treat her as such. she had made bad impression after bad impression#and i probably could afford being more hands off at this point#and because i'm annoyed and a little hurt i'm going to just back off entirely#which maybe is kinda a dick move#but if my training strategy has been so annoying to her then she'll probably appreciate me backing off.#even if my intnetions are from negative emotions vs my admittedly redundant reminders#coming from good/helpful intent#it just annoys me because i try to grant her good faith when i misunderstand her or she jumps the gun or something#while i feel like she isn't doing the same when i do it#and then when i explain a thing in a way that doesn't make sense to her she gets passive aggresive about it. in front of patients#tes i could've explained that better and i will try to explain things like that differently in the future#but the running joke you've made about this isn't funny#so. no more training unless explicitly asked for. and frankly#if i can. no more reacting to her passive aggression#that one will be harder but i think i can do it#i hate this so much#i'm at work to get paid not fucking struggle through Draling With Idiots 101#*Dealing#and if she's gonna proudly proclaim how much she just doesn't care? fine. just fine. neither will i#personal#okay can these feelings calm down now i need to sleep
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baynton · 1 year
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#ymataedit#ymata#you me and the apocalypse#ariel conroy#mat baynton#mathew baynton#*mat#*#you can see how fast he's talking and the glint in his eyes. he's so excited to be saying all this#he loves that he gets a chance to tell jamie about doofus and rub it in his face#he has also definitely considered all the ways jamie would khs prior to this. probably fantasising about it#because he went with two of the more passive options that don't require much other than a jump/kick of a chair tbh#as opposed to actively taking something and sitting with that knowledge/harming himself because he knows jamie and has CONSIDERED IT#he knows jamie is too 'pathetic/cowardly' to actively kill himself & that he'd back out of it if he allowed himself the time and opportunit#ariel has Thought This Through and likely so has jamie with how shitty his life has been thanks to ariel and doofus#so this probably really does cut jamie deep because it will have been those he's thought about#'what if i just threw myself in front of that train?' jamie thinks glumly two years after layla disappears#'it would be so easy to hang myself. it'd be over so fast' he stares at the chair he'd have to kick away. he remembers layla sitting there.#ANYWAY *clears throat* didnt mean to get that deep into such a dark topic ahem ariel does this to me he makes me Think Things#i feel like i'm the right amount of mentally ill to appreciate ariel fully#but what do you guys think? or do you not think this deeply about the specific things ariel says?#ariel thoughts#suicide tw#suicide ideation tw
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justaboringcat · 7 months
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I feel like a lot of people misunderstand blocking in volleyball. On a basic level, there is no point in trying to read the front row for who's getting the ball as they don't know either. Like reading the front row is only useful for knowing what hits may be coming. What you're blocking is decided by reading the setter. Also it's not the setter reading the opposing setter? Your middle blocker coordinates your front row defense traditionally.
#cat.talking#volleyball#but also if you ever use the word toss to refer to setting and english is your native language. you dont play volleyball im calling it#also people who say pinch server is a position. its not. people play that role sure but its not a position#the positions are middle libero/ds setter oppo and outside also commonly known as pins. thats it.#like the setter coordinates offensive strategy but like its not like no one else on the team has brains you know.#it doesn't even make sense for the setter to do it since they aren't trained in defense much more than outsides#but also the stereotype that middles cant pass is generally pretty true. we just spend less time on it#you have to think about it this way. a middle at a basic high school level should know like 3-4 hits. an outside really only needs 1-2.#where do you thibk middles get time to practice all that footwork for hitting transitions on top of blocking. by not doing passing practice#this is also why setters get trained so much in isolation lol#but also i have gripes with that volleyball anime and how they portray certain very common things#like yeah they may be more common in womens than mens. but the coaches shouldn't be like whats this strange move#like the fucking tempo nonsense. jumping before the setter actually sets is like every middle hit ever? at least in womens?#like every high school level middle who is any good at a regional level could do it. like its a basic competency#and the stupid special set. that's just not how physics works? balls don't randomly stop? you just fucking hit the thing?#like i appreciate how it made people like volleyball but call it a toss one more time and so help me god#also no one has time to think that much miplay lol. like that ball moves so fast its more muscle memory and habit.#you basically have time to decide where to sent the ball and the how it gets there is all muscle memory.#thats why players who are steady are important. the ability to execute something every time under stress is valuable for high school level#but also half the game of basic volleyball is knowing where the ball is going. its like the most frustrating part about teaching kids lol#they just have no sense for where the ball is going from a pass or set. thats why pe volleyball is so painful
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femme--de--lettres · 1 year
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cannot understate how jarring being on a plane is when the last three times i’ve needed to travel somewhere outside of my normal drivable range, i’ve taken a train.
also. cannot understate how gross it feels to throw up in a plane bathroom. but like. happy weekend i guess.
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Me reading the Tra//uma Cen//ter fan manga: Wow, this is a really good adaptation of the game. 😊
I get to parts that have ship tease with De//rek and An//gie.
Me: Hmmm...this is fine... 🙃
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figueroths · 2 years
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having to do lgbtq training knowing it simply will not click for some of my coworkers on this the month of pride is actually biphobic and i should be exempt
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empresskadia · 1 month
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I was gonna write before bed but now a thunderstorm rolled in, and I just wanna nap/sleep.
My to-do list for my fanfics for the next few days
-finish plotting Fractured part two and start writing. I’m aiming for 1000 words this time.
-start on Jerome’s piece, it’ll be around 700 words (I hope)
-mess around with Immortal She and get the next scene written out.
For Gentle Touches, I have to finish Halo: Ghosts of Onyx before I can continue writing, but I will say 2.4 is Kelly’s chapter.
I originally was only going to do Blue team but that went out the window. There will in fact be several Spartans receiving chapters. Blue team’s chapters revolves all around each other, so it’s gonna be interesting.
Oh-
I finished Halo: Fall of Reach and y’all will get my thoughts tomorrow and the scenes I highlighted. This was tonight’s Ted talk, thank you for joining.
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roseloon · 5 months
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POSSESSIVE EREN if he thought y/n was trying to break up with him but really she just needed some space for a little?
TELLING POSSESSIVE! EREN YOU NEED A BREAK
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“ren .. can i talk to you?” your questions hangs in the air as your boyfriend ignore the words, opting to play on the video game on the television screen in front of him.
“gimme a minute babe.” he says, glancing over to you once before going back to the game. he curses at connie over the mic before smashing the buttons on his controller rapidly.
“ren—” you try again, voice weary as you interrupt his stupid game. he yells at connie some more before as you stand there, looking stupid.
“eren i think we need a break.” your words combined with the use of his full name has your boyfriend pulling off his headphone. ayou watch them fall to the floor as he rises up out of his chair. eren’s pretty lips pull into a pout, combined with the confused look on his face you can he tell he doesn’t know what to think.
“what?”
“we need a break ren .. i just—i need a break.” you say weakly, eyes fighting to stay trained on your boyfriend. you know much he value eye contact while conversations, and despite wanting a little break from him .. you still want to make him happy by doing it.
“so .. what—where is this coming from y/n?” he says, voice rising slightly. you shake your head, slightly backing away from your boyfriend as you inhale a shaky breath.
“i already packed a bag, and i’m gonna stay at annie’s for a couple days. i—”
“no you’re not. you’re not going anywhere.” eren speaks, his tone is dark and menacing as his green eyes darken when they zero in on you. it’s as if his eyes look through you, this is why you hate looking at eren .. he makes it so hard. you feel like he’s staring on purpose to make you look away.
and it works, after a beat of silence replaces your words you look away from your boyfriend. immediately you hear him scoff loudly.
“what, you can break up with me .. but you can’t even fuckin’ look at me?” your boyfriend’s harsh words have you looking up quickly as you shake your head.
“baby, m’ not breaking up with you. i just need a break. i still love you. i always do—” you try to say, but your boyfriend’s hands dart out and grip your wrists roughly.
“who is it, huh?” he asks, backing you into the wall behind you. you shake your head in confusion, lips pulling into a frown at the question.
“who’s been fuckin’ you behind my back so much that you need a goddamn break?” he asks, and the bizarre question has your eyes widening.
this is exactly why you wanted a break. eren is in short terms .. crazy. he jumps to conclusions, he extremely obsessive and possessive over you and sometimes it’s just too much for you to take.
“m’ not fucking anyone eren, i swear .. i love you.” you words fall on deaf ears as your boyfriend shakes his head as you speak, not even listening to what you’re saying.
“why are you tryin to fucking leave me then?” he questions, letting go of your wrists. after you don’t answer your boyfriend’s question he places his hands at your waist, gently rubbing the skin of your hips peeking through eren’s blue pajama shorts you had on.
your brain is starts to grow fuzzy as your heart pounds when eren gentle fingers pulls the pajama shorts down. he exposes your bare cunt to the cold air .. even letting out a whistle when he realizes you hadn’t been wearing any panties.
“break” his ass…
“eren .. d-don’t ..” you whimper, trying to push him away. your grip is weak, and all it takes are a couple touches from eren’s greedy fingers to have you whimpering needily.
“don’t what? s’ not my pussy anymore, huh? s’ that what you’re saying?” he asks, and your eyes widen as eren puts words into your mouth .. a tactic he had done all the time during your relationship.
“i didn’t say that. ren please.” you try to say, but eren’s fingers grip your thighs, parting them for his greedy eyes despite your weak protests to see the beads of slick dribbling out of your cunt.
“you, n’ my pussy aren’t goin’ anywhere.” he speaks before flattening his tongue, licking up a stripe against your clit. on instinct, your fingers fly into eren’s dark hair as your mouth falls open.
his tongue curls, flattens and fucks it’s way through your pussy, and he adds a finger before his plump lips latch onto your clit, beginning to suck the sensitive bud harshly as you begin to whimper out from the stimulation.
“oh, fuckkk.” a soft moan slips from your lips as he adds another finger into the mix, pushing the digit through your slick walls to accompany the first one and curling it against the soft pad of your g spot.
“yeah? that’s nice hm?” eren teases, watching your eyes almost go crossed as he pushes his fingers down onto the soft spot that has your brain turning into straight mush.
“m’ gonna cum, ren ..” you whimper, eyes almost closing as your orgasm hit you like a truck. in response, eren speeds up his ministrations .. tongue greedily lapping all the slick he gets from that pretty pussy gushing cum on him.
“i c-can’t ..” your words come out broken as your legs finally give out. eren stops just in time to catch you and gently place you onto the soft carpet beneath you.
“shit..” you sigh out, trying to breathe through the hard orgasm you’d just had. eren watches you with an unreadable expression, lips glistening from your cum and his eyes dark. he looks so fucking hot right now.
“get on your hands and knees f’ me pretty.” he tells you, and your eyes widen at his tone. it’s endearing but hard, which isn’t rare for your angry and possessive boyfriend .. but it was something about tonight, tonight felt so different.
“ren i can’t .. i—” you shake your head, still trying to catch your breath from your orgasm from earlier. you don’t know if you could even go another round, you literally had no energy in your body.
“get on your hands and knees before i make you, y/n.” he says, his words leaving no room for any argument whatsoever. but you of course, seriously don’t have any energy in your legs. they feel fucking numb, burning slightly from standing so long.
“i can’t,” you whimper stupidly, and immediately your boyfriend kneels onto the floor. he roughly grabs your waist, pushing your back down into an arching position swiftly, he had absolutely no problem maneuvering you like you weighed nothing.
“thought i trained you better than this, y/n.” he speaks angrily, and you hear the sound of him shuffling around. his hands move from your waist and you stupidly try to look back at him, earning a hard slap on your ass in response.
“eyes ahead.” he harshly snaps, hard palm coming down on your ass again. your head snaps forward and you close your eyes when eren presses the tip of thick cock against your entrance, sliding it up and down to collect all that sweet pussy juice gushing from your slutty cunt.
he rubs it against your slick walls, letting out a sigh when he gently pushes the tip in through the tight ring of muscles greeting him. his cock slides in slowly, so agonizingly slowly it has your brain going dumb. eren lets out a low groan from above you as he pushes his hips forward, driving his cock deeper, and deeper into your wet walls to bottom out.
“you let someone else fuck this pussy? s’ that why you’re so loose?” his voice is slightly angry and his mean words are laced with venom to match. you shake your head, eyes watering at his degrading words as eren’s hand presses onto your back again, arching your back.
“i didn’t! ren i swear!” you cry out, when he grabs the back of your neck with his other hand. eren fingers dig into your throat as he snaps his hips up, and they meet yours with a loud slap! sound.
“why are you tryin to fuckin’ leave me then y/n? why are you tryin to take my pussy away from me?” his tone is raspy and needy as he asks the question, it’s laced with possessiveness and manipulation and of course … you fall for it
“m’ not, baby i swear!” you whine, and you feel eren’s hand apply pressure to your back in response, pushing you farther and farther down into an arching position as he drives his cock in and out of your slick pussy walls. each time he pushes down on your back, you take his dick a just little bit deeper in that slutty cunt.
SHLOP!SHLOP! SHLOP! the sound of eren’s balls slapping up against your slicked up cunt have you going dumb, your painted toes beginning to curl as you feel your abdomen clench so hard it begins to hurt.
“y’ gonna give it to jean?” he asks, a teasing tone to his voice. to par with his words, his dick drives deep into your cunt, creating a loud slick sound.
“gonna give it to armin?” a hard snap of his hips have your eyes rolling to the back of your head as his cock head begins to hit your cervix now. after the other harsh orgasms you’d had, it was so much .. so much at once.
“gonna fuckin’ give my pussy to reiner? huh? who are you gonna give my pussy to y/n?” another harsh slap from his hips have your fingers curling up into fists as your boyfriend fucks you mercilessly.
any words you want to say instantly die on your on tongue when eren’s hand comes down on your ass with a loud slap! and the impact stings before he delivers another, then another, then another until your ass is practically red and swole.
“answer me, you fuckin’ bitch.” his hand comes down the hardest it ever has in a loud SLAP! eliciting a loud shriek from your raw bitten lips. the dirty words echo in your head as your pussy tingles, abdomen clenching softly.
the brunette can’t help the smirk that pulls at his lips when he sees your eyes roll back, every snap of his hips eliciting beautifully slutty reactions from you and god .. you were fucking tightening around him again.. are you about to cum again?
“answer me,” eren speaks, practically fucking you into the floor when you don’t give him an immediate response to his question. his hips don’t cease their movements, instead increasing 2x in their speed and force. his balls slap up against your ass from each thrust, hips knocking against yours in loud slaps as your face practically is pushed into the soft carpet, your brown eyes now watering with tears of pleasure.
“nobody r-ren! s’ yours!” you scream before your cunt flexes. your body goes rigid as a small spurt of cum wets eren’s dick. he lets out a gruff moan, eyes threatening to close when your cunt deliciously clenches tightly around the girth of his cock. it has his hips stuttering slightly, but he’s not fucking done with you yet.
eren pulls his cock out of your sloppy pussy, taking notice of the string of slick connecting his cock head to your cunt. he watches as your slutty pussy clenches around nothing, and you let out a quiet breath of air as your body slightly trembles from the second powerful orgasm you’d just had today.
“come here,” eren speaks, and you look behind you. you see his arms are outstretched, and he beckons you to him with a stoic expression. your legs tremble as your stand up, eyeing the still-hard cock in front of you.
“come sit pretty,” his tone changes to that of a sweetly endearing one, beckoning you over to sit on his cock. your hands find a place at his shoulders, and you keep your eyes on your boyfriend’s as he helps line you up with the head of his dick.
it gently stretches your tiny cunt out as you sit down, down until his balls press against the rim of your ass. your eyes flutter closed as you accommodate to the fullness that you feel, it’s so delicious. your fingers curl up eren’s shirt in your tiny hands and his hand gently rub over your the burning skin on your ass, paired with gentle kisses placed on your neck your heart begins to flutter softly.
“talk to me pretty, tell me why you wanna leave me.” his words are gentle as he speaks them out, and his hands gently bring your hips up and down onto his slicked up cock, still hard and swollen.
“just needed a break. s’all.” you say softly, eyes opening when eren presses another soft kiss to your collarbone. the gentleness of his touches and kisses have your brain going crazy, you’re turning into putty in his hands after every orgasm. and right now, you’re just how he wants you … pretty and fucked out for him to have.
“stay baby. we can talk it out yeah? you don’t need to go anywhere.” your brain turns into mush at his sappy words, paired with the way he’s fucking his cock up into your overstimulated cunt it has your moral compass teetering right over the edge.
“i .. ren, i don’t—” you’re cut off with a soft kiss from your boyfriend, and his hand gently caresses your sore ass as he fucks his swollen cock up into your wet walls, eyes closing when he tastes those pretty lips against his.
“don’t leave.” he speaks onto your lips, pulling away with a soft look on his face. your body feels warm, head spinning and skin tingling as eren brings your hips down, dragging his cock up your pussy walls. each gentle thrust has your brain growing foggier and foggier, long dark lashes fluttering as your eyes threaten to close from the stimulation.
you fight to keep your eyes open, looking at your boyfriend who’s green eyes are glazed over in lust. he lays another kiss onto your lips, moaning when you kiss him back a little more passionately.
“you know i need you here pretty, ‘don’t know what i would do if you left.” he speaks against your lips, eyebrows furrowing as his abdomen flexes when your cunt tightens around him from his soft spoken words. your arms wrap around eren’s neck as he brings you up and down, up and down on his cock, fucking you slowly and gently as he coos pretty praises into your ear.
“tell me you’re staying pretty girl. i need to fuckin’ hear it.” eren’s voice is so soft and tantalizing as he speaks into your ear. your entire body trembles as your abdomen clenches from the third orgasm that night.
“m’ stayin ren—fuck.” your eyes flutter closed as you cum, cunt flexing around the girth of your boyfriend’s cock gently and slowly driving in and out your sopping walls. this orgasm has your body trembling, eyes clenching closed hard as eren rock your hips, fucking you through the powerful aftershocks of your orgasm.
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devinedoll · 7 days
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imagine giving flowers to rafe,randomly he's just so confused because wtf and he's staring at you like 🤨🤨
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the morning rafe would agree that he’s gone entirely soft for you is when he awakes with a plush pink bunny cradled between his arms. if barry could see him now, he would laugh in his face.
he acknowledges the bunny, hating that he’s snuggling it on the bed like some pussy-whipped weirdo, but what he hates more is that he’s not snuggling you.
he’s padding out of the room, adorned in the sluttiest outfit a man could wear, a pair of loose grey sweatpants.
he’s instantly hit with a pleasant aroma, waffles, eggs, pancakes, toast, you’d made it all. and you look utterly edible yourself, prancing around the kitchen to 90s pop, clad in one of rafe’s large t-shirts.
what catches his eye though, isn’t the bottom of your plush ass cheeks that become exposed when you lift your arms up to reach something in the cupboard, or how cute you look up on your tip toes, it’s the vase of fresh tulips trimmed and watered in the middle of the island.
rafe being rafe, immediately thinks the worst, “and who got you those?” he questions, walking over to pluck a piece of bacon off the plate you were moving.
you jump slightly at his presence, setting the plate down and throwing your arms around him, “good morning rafe!” you announce, “got up to make you breakfast but i left you bunny so you wouldn’t get lonely”
he’s nodding, arms placed around your waist, eyes still trained on the fresh flowers, “kid, who got you the flowers?” he repeats.
you seem momentarily confused, before a wave of understanding washes over you, “oh the tulips!” you exclaim, jumping up to place a kiss onto the boys cheek, “got em for you!”
his face twists with confusion, eyeing the pink flowers, “got em for me?” he repeats.
you smile up at him, his sweet girl who he definitely doesn’t deserve, “yep! i always love when you get me flowers and i know you’ve had a hard week, wanted you to feel special too rafey” you explain.
he seems to melt a bit at your words, still confused, but deep down he appreciates the sentiment, “know i’m a boy kid..”
you nod, “yeah i know, just thought it may help”
he’s smiling at you, plucking another piece of bacon to pop in his mouth, “yeah, alright.”
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Bakery Enemies AU prediction
But this works alone as well
Please forgive my inexistent drawing skills
Edit: stupid me forgot to tag you so here you go @buggachat thank you for creating pure art
(and thank you @sofilandstuff for reminding me)
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buckyalpine · 8 months
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Pick Me
Bucky x reader 
The new recruit has her eyes set of a certain set of super soldiers. Especially your super soldier. 
warnings: jealously, Angsty bangsty, but also so fluffy fluffy and smutty, clueless Bucky, he really means no harm, go easy on him.
A/n - editing to add: when I first started writing this I loved the concept and wrote a large chunk but then I left it for months cause I struggled to actually finish writing it. This wasn’t even the original ending I had planned but I just wanted to finish it so yes Bucky should’ve done way more, pretend there was a time jump where he does a better job with earning forgiveness 🥲
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“Everyone, meet Nicole, our newest recruit for the field agent training program” Tony walked into the common room where you were sprawled out on the couch with Nat, Sam and Wanda while a young woman walking confidently behind him. “She’s going to be staying with us for a couple of months to train before she goes onto the the field” Tony turned back to her, bringing her to his side. 
“I’m sure you know everyone but let me introduce you to them anyway. This is the very Natasha, Wanda, Sam and y/n” 
“Hey Nicole” You gave her a warm smile, happy to welcome her while everyone else also got up to greet her. “Nice to meet you” 
“Oh, ew, just call me Nic! I don’t really go by Nicole” She scrunched her face at the sound of her full name, her eyes scanning the room, clearly looking for someone. “Don’t suppose the very Captain America and Sergeant Barnes are here?” 
The hopeful uptick in her voice made it clear that’s who she’d been searching for. Right on cue, the two super soldiers walked into the living room on their way to the kitchen after a morning run. 
“Speak of the devils and I do mean devils” Tony snorted beckoning the men to meet the new recruit. “Rogers, Barnes, this is Nicole, preferably Nic” 
“Hello handsome” She gave Bucky a bashful smile before turning to Steve and batting her lashes, “and handsome” 
“Nice to meet you” Steve reddened at the way she gripped onto his hand before slinking over to the brunette, purposely sticking out her left hand so he’d shake with his metal one. “And you Sergeant” 
Bucky gave her a smile and quick shake, excusing himself to get some water while Steve quickly trailed behind him. Tony went on to take her to her room which was on the same floor as yours, all the other spare rooms occupied by a few others who had already started training. Nicole returned to the living room moments later with sweats and a hoodie, her hair tied up, plopping down onto the sofa beside Sam. 
“Hey, were doing a girls night, movies, junk food, wine, you wanna join us?” Nat offered with a smile hoping to make the new recruit feel more welcome even though a part of her was wary. 
“It’s a lot of fun, I was just about to get some snacks for tonight, let me know what you like” You add with a smile, only to be met with a scoff.
“Mmm, hard pass on that, wine isn’t really my thing, thanks though” She gave the group a tight lipped smile before turning back to the two super soldiers who had also joined at some point, scrolling through phones they finally knew how to use. 
“What are you boys up to tonight” She threw them a smile while laying back on the couch and kicking her feet up, letting her hoodie ride up in the process. 
“Bucky and I were actually just going get in a work out, nothing much tonight” He said with a smile, not noticing the way Nicole’s eyes lit up. 
“Oh wow I actually haven’t been by the gym yet but I guess it’ll be where I spend most of my time for the program” 
“You could join us if you’d like, we can show you around” Bucky offered, also missing the smirk that crossed her face, only seeing her bounce right up with an enthusiastic nod. 
“Really? That would be great, I’d really appreciate it!” 
“Of course, anytime. We’re just about to head down soon” Bucky stretched as he got up, along with Steve, waiting for her to change before heading down. She got up and went off to her room while you picked at the skin on your fingers. You felt a pang of something at the pit of your stomach at Bucky’s offer but you knew he was just trying to make the girl feel like she was part of the team. He knew more about feeling left out than anyone else; of course he’d never want anyone else to feel the same way. 
Still.
Something was off.
You shook off the inkling of insecurity you felt, not wanting to over think his intentions. You and Bucky were not official yet but everyone knew there was tension and a clear unspoken dynamic between you both. It was just a matter of time. Unless he had his sights on the new girl...
No.
He wouldn’t do that. 
Right?
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“She’s getting really comfortable around those two” Nat cocked an eyebrow watching Nicole have a field day sparring with the two men, throwing herself onto Bucky in particular, giggling when he’d help correct her stance or catch her before she slipped. Every since she joined them at the gym, she made a point to only work out when they were both there, finding excuses when anyone else would offer to help her train. 
“I guess they are really experienced, so it makes sense...” Your voice trailed off, trying to reason why she was practically glued to their side, again ignoring the uneasiness you felt when Bucky picked her up with ease and set her back on her feet. 
“Uh-huh, we’re all experienced” Nat rolled her eyes, plastering on a fake smile when the three finished up on the sparring mat, making their way over to the both you. “You three have a good workout?” 
Steve blinked, noting the iciness In Nat’s voice though Nicole seemed unbothered. 
“They’re great, can’t beat having the two best soldiers train me” She drawled out, giving them a wink. Bucky couldn’t help the blush that spread to his cheeks, not used to being praised and you couldn’t help the jealously that started to gnaw at you again. 
No.
Relax. 
“Anytime, Nic” He shrugged while Nat retched internally, deciding to cut through that conversation before it went further. 
“You know, if you come by in the afternoons, Agent Hill hosts a great self-defense workshop for women, great way for you to do some networking as well” Nat gauged the way Nicole’s nose scrunched, shaking her head. 
“Women’s workshop, sound’s like a drama fest waiting to happen, honestly most of my friends are guys, makes life easier, thanks though” her eyes didn’t leave the brunette, placing herself perfectly between both soldiers. “Besides, I’m pretty good with self-defense already, that's why I got these two helping me with a little extra” 
“Anyway! Y/n and I were talking about the event Stark is hosting later night. You’re both coming, right?” Nat looked at the two men before her, purposely avoiding the Nicole but it didn’t seem to matter. 
“Are you coming as well?” Bucky asked her, her eyes lighting up again, quickly recomposing herself after. “You could meet a few of the other agents too, get to know some more people” 
“Uh sure, I could come by for a bit” She shrugged, coming off as indifferent while shaking with excitement on the inside. “Thanks, Sarge” 
You sucked in a breath at the name she kept calling him, always dropping a suggestive tone in her voice. Or maybe you were over thinking it. It was perfectly plausible she was just being nice to the person who was making an effort to make her feel welcomed. Maybe she had bad experiences in other places that made her wary of women, hence why she only stuck to all the guys on the team. You tried to wrack you brain for answers that would make you feel a little better but came up short. 
But you didn’t want to be petty. 
You were more mature than this. 
“We have plenty of dresses if you want to come by and get ready together” You offered again, mustering a smile, making a final attempt to befriend the new recruit but she didn’t even look your way, fully focused on the brunette. 
“Uh- not really the dresses and heels type. I’m more of a sneakers girl to be honest” She tossed her pony tail over her shoulder, missing the way Nat’s eyes nearly rolled out of her head while you nodded, watching her sway her hips as she walked off. “I’ll drag myself over if I’m feeling it” 
“Oh-okay, then we’ll just see you there!” You called after her while Nat dragged you off, uninterested in your constant attempts to be friendly. 
“C’mon, lets get you ready. I’m going to make you look so hot, Barnes ends up on his knees” The red head smirked while you squeaked, feeling your face heat up.  “We’re putting you in that red dress, the one that makes his pants feel too tight, don’t think I didn’t catch him adjusting himself the last time you wore it”
“Nat!” You hissed, hoping he didn’t hear, the both of you in a fit of giggles as you made your way to your room. “Oh my god” you hid your face while she dug through your closet, pulling out the tiny dress that hugged your body perfectly, the red color making you stand out in the best way possible. 
“Go shower while I get all the make up out, I’m tired of miss pick me trying to get a buy one get one free deal with those two” 
You snorted, hopping into the shower, letting the hot water destress your muscles, feeling a little more hopeful with the dress choice you were going with. Nat didn’t waste any time; as soon as you were out, your hair was styled, make up done and heels strapped. You knew you looked good when both Sam and Tony did a double take, letting their eyes shamelessly linger on you with low whistles. 
“Y’know if you’re done playing games with terminator, I’d be happy to take his place” Tony wiggled his eyebrows while you giggled, taking a seat on the plush couch of the lounge where everyone else sat. 
“What are you ladies drinking” Steve came over with a tray of drinks from the bar, already well aware of what each person liked to typically order. 
“I’m good with a beer” Nicole shrugged, rolling her eyes when you took the pink drink from the tray, “Ugh, I don’t know how you drink those, they’re so sweet, do you even taste anything at that point?”
You shrugged, quietly taking a sip of the raspberry lemonade while she gulped her beer, signaling for another after slamming her bottle down. 
“You guys took forever to get ready, this is why I can’t deal with makeup and dresses n’shit” she snorted, directing her comment mostly at you, “That’s a pretty bright color, I thought tonight was supposed to be lowkey?” 
“Well I think you ladies look beautiful” Thor boomed, not catching the snark in Nicole's voice, his smile wide and voice completely sincere. “Especially you, Lady y/n” 
“Thank you Thunder” You smiled, though the giddiness you felt initially had taken a second hit for the night. He beamed, setting down a bottle of Asgardian mead, searching for the two soldiers.  
“Alright, where are the two that need this” He looked around for Steve and Bucky, since they couldn’t get drunk off of regular alcohol. Bucky strode in clearly dressed to kill, in all black from head to toe. Steve joined his side, their faces lit up like it was Christmas day seeing the crystal decanter in the God’s hands. Bucky’s eyes flicked back to you, his breath hitching in his throat, seeing you in his favorite dress. 
“Fuck sweets, you look- 
“C’mon Sarge, how about a little competition” Nicole nudged Bucky, cutting off the trance he had on you, her shoulder pressing into his, biting her lip and eyeing the alcohol, “Let’s see how many shots we can do” 
“This might be a lot to handle doll” Bucky chuckled while you froze hearing what he called her. Her eyes lit up again, quickly glancing over to you, her eye brow quirking before leaning into him more. 
Since when did he call anyone else doll. 
You felt your stomach sink, taking another long sip of your drink instead, but nothing distracted you from the banter that was taking place before you. 
“Ugh, finee, I’ll stick to regular vodka, c’mon Buckyyy, lets gooo!” She practically clung off him waiting for him to pour shots, inches away from crawling into his lap as he grabbed the bottles. You couldn’t tell if the flush from his cheeks was from the alcohol or the constant giggles Nicole made whenever he spoke but either way, you didn’t want to watch any longer. 
“Where are you going” Nat grabbed your arm as you got up to leave, though you didn’t need to say anything for her to understand. Her green eyes glared at the tipsy solders who were now busy with a game of pool, surrounded by the rest of the team, Nicole practically crawling up Bucky’s legs each time it was his turn. “For fucks sake-
“They’re just having fun, don’t worry about it”  You stopped Nat before she stormed over, shaking your head. As much as you wanted to red head to have her way with any of the three at this point, you couldn't be bothered. You were not about to fight for Bucky’s attention; if he wanted to give it to you, he would...
Right? 
You thought things would go back to normal at some point. But it didn’t. Nicole made a point of training twice a day, anything to get her hands on the brunette. Anything to feel the cool metal of his hand on her. In fact she’d taken up most of Bucky’s time outside of just training, always finding ways to tag along with Steve as well, all while avoiding the rest of the team.
*****
“What's wrong sweets” Bucky could tell something was on your mind while he stroked your back, his body still warm from the way he took you apart at least 3 times before filling you up till you were dripping and soaking his sheets. He had finally gotten an afternoon off, tossing you over his shoulder when he found you in the kitchen, not letting you get a word in as he shut the door behind him. You wanted to argue back that he couldn’t just have access to you any time he felt like according to his convenience, but as soon as his soft lips were on you, you melted, turning into a moaning mess seconds later. 
“I feel like I haven’t seen you in ages” You shrugged, toying with the corner of Bucky’s blanket, starting to feel more like you were just a body to warm his bed than someone he actually wanted to be with. “We haven’t really hung out recently” 
You had let yourself relax into his hold only for him to curse under his breath a second later after he noticed the time. He shifted you off him, making his way over to the closet to pull over his jeans and Henley before scrambling around for his wallet and keys. 
“Bucky, what are you-
“Sorry doll, I forgot I promised to take Nicole to the corner diner, showing her around a little bit cause she’ll be staying for a few extra weeks”
Fantastic.
“You spend a lot of time with her” You didn’t want to come off as jealous, keeping your voice even, though you were close to tearing someone's head off. Bucky didn’t seem to notice, humming in agreement while sitting at the edge of the bed to pull on his socks.  
“Yeah, she’s fun!” Bucky said casually, which only made the weight in your stomach feel heavier. “She almost beat Steve in MarioKart, just when he thought he was unstoppable”
“Hm” You didn’t bother saying anything else while Bucky threw on his jacket, patting down himself to be sure he didn’t miss anything. He caught the way your face had fallen, his cool metal fingers slipping under your chin to tilt your face up. 
“How about we hang out after? Around 7, we’ll watch a movie together, okay? I’ll grab dinner for us. Promise doll” He kissed your forehead before jogging off, closing the door behind him.
You were ready by 6, too excited to wait till 7, having showered and changed into something comfy, laying out Bucky’s favorite snacks and adding a few more soft pillows to the bed. You knew it was still early so you didn’t mind lounging around for a bit, anxiously checking the time as it neared closer and closer to when he was supposed to show up. 
An hour later, it was 7. 
Then 7:30. 
And then 8.
By 9, you had left everything as is, blinking back the hot tears that wanted to spill, retreating back to your own room, not wanting to see him at all, even if he did have a good excuse for not showing up, which was highly unlikely. You shut the door, throwing on an oversized t-shirt and crawling into bed, burying yourself under the covers, no longer bothering to hold back the tears that began to soak your pillow. 
****
Bucky cocked his head curiously, seeing his bedroom door left ajar, wondering why it was open when he definitely closed it before leaving. As soon as he stepped in, his heart dropped to his stomach seeing the pillows that were propped up against the headboard, his favorite snacks piled on the fluffy blanket, your fuzzy bunny slippers left behind beside his bed. 
He cursed under his breath when he realized the time, remembering his promise to you, running straight to your room, only to find it closed with the lights turned off. He tried knocking only to be met with silence, carefully turning the handle and letting himself inside. 
“Doll?” He felt his heart break further seeing the small lump under a mountain of blankets, curled up into a ball “Oh, doll” He strode over, sitting at the edge of your bed, careful not to wake you if you were asleep, his hand gently tucking a strand of hair from your face. 
“What” Your voice cracked, hoping he’d think its from sleep and not the fact that you had been crying. 
“I’m so sorry sweets, we lost track of time, we went out to grab food and then Sam suggested we check out that new arcade just down the street” 
We were supposed to do that you thought to yourself, swallowing down the lump in your throat, refusing to let your emotions get the better of you. 
“And then Steve and Sam had to leave half way cause they had a mission early in the morning. Nicole wanted ice cream so we went by Carla’s before coming back-
“You took her to Carla's?” You cut Bucky off, your heart breaking further. That particular ice-cream shop always felt like something special you shared with Bucky, the place he took you to when neither of you could sleep. It was the place you shared your first kiss with him, the place where he said he felt something between the two of you. It’s not like you owned the store but it felt like the final straw, your resolve finally breaking. 
“Yeah, I-
“Just go Bucky” There wasn’t a hint of iciness in your voice; just disappointment and defeat, both far worse than you being angry. Bucky froze, pulling your blanket away from you, only for you to push his hand away, burying yourself further into the sheets. 
“Doll?”
“Don’t call me that” It was the indifference in your voice that left him hurt and confused, mouth opening and closing, “Please leave” 
“Sweets, I can make it up to you, I promise-” 
“It’s fine James” You shrugged, pulling the sheets higher up, not willing to speak anymore, knowing you’d burst into tears again if you did. Bucky reluctantly decided to let you sleep, figuring you’d hear him out the next day but no.
How wrong he was. 
You avoided him in the morning. 
And the day after that. 
Nearly a week had gone by and you didn’t spare him a second glance, always finding an excuse to evade him whenever he trailed behind you. It didn’t help that Nicole attempted to stay glued to his side, not giving him chance to get you alone. 
*****
“What’s with you” Sam watched Bucky slump down onto the sofa, where everyone else lounged around, his face sullen from a lack of sleep, grumpiness amplified because why were you avoiding him so much? 
“Y/n isn’t talking to me” He shrugged, while Nat glared at him. 
“I wonder why” the red head mumbled, rolling her eyes at his confusion. 
“When was the last time you guys spoke” Steve inquired, equally concerned about why you were ignoring his best friend. Bucky was the last person to share stories about his love life but at this point he was desperate. He recalled the events of the last time he spoke to you, promising a movie night, going out with Nicole, taking her for ice cream, running late, apologizing to you afterwards, where did he go wrong? 
“I didn’t mean to forget- 
“Bucky!” Nat slapped him upside the head while he yelped, looking at her with puppy eyes. 
“What did I do?”
“Barnes, you absolute doorknob, you took her to all the spots you take y/n to, you’ve been spending all your time making little miss I’m one of the guys feel comfortable, you’ve made y/n seem invisible and you’re wondering why she’s not talking to you?” Bucky blinked while Nat continued, her annoyance only growing when she saw a message from Nicole pop up on Bucky’s phone. 
“You treat Nicole like your girlfriend. Imagine some new guy joins us, makes a point of eye fucking y/n the entire time, finding ways to constantly flirt with her and touch her, you’d be fine with it? Imagine he avoids hanging out with the guys but makes all the time in the world to chase after anything with breasts. On top of that, how would you feel if y/n went out of her way to make said guy feel more welcomed when he clearly just wants to get into her pants. You’d be fine with it?!”
Bucky shook his head, though still not fully understanding because Nicole was just a friend, not someone he’d even be into. Plus, its not like she was into him like that, right? 
“But Nicole doesn’t want to-” Bucky started, shutting his mouth when Nat nearly hissed, staring at him while he did the mental math, “Nicole wants to get into my pants?” Bucky looked at Nat wide eyes, ducking the cushion she was about to whack at his face, all the pieces finally clicking together. He groaned, running a hand over his face, realization hitting him like a ton of bricks. Just as Sam and Steve were about to hum in agreement with Nat, she glared at them, their eyes growing wide.
“And you” Nat turned to glare at Steve, his shoulders slumping when he realized he wasn’t in the clear. He squeaked when Nat pulled his ear, giving it a squeeze, “What were you thinking. You didn’t once think it was weird she only trained with you two? Haven’t any of you noticed Nicole doesn’t hang out with any of us, Just you?” Nat waved her hand at the men that sat before her, their dumb stuck faces only adding to her annoyance. “Idiots” 
As much as Bucky wanted to hit his head onto a brick wall, he didn’t have time to waste, immediately springing up from the couch to look for you. He checked everywhere he could but you were nowhere to be found. He was so desperate, he found himself shuffling outside of Tony’s lab, hoping FRIDAY would give him your location. 
“You’re asking for a lot Barnes, y/n might add my name to the hit list if I tell you where she is” 
“Please” Bucky was ready to beg on his knees while the billionaire huffed, watching the former assassin look like a lovesick puppy. He cocked an eyebrow, noting the glassiness of Bucky’s eyes on his desperate face, nodding before calling for FRIDAY to look for you. “Also, I need another favor...” 
****
“Y/n, babygirl” He’d never felt such relief before, seeing you make your way to your room, coming back from your hiding spot from the roof, the scowl on your face clearly showing you weren’t trying to talk to anyone one your way over. 
“Oh, I’m babygirl now? Has doll now been reserved for Nicole” You couldn’t hold back the sneer in your voice, walking away faster, ignoring his calls. 
“Baby, please!”
No. 
“Baby, wait!” Bucky chased after you, not willing to let another day go by without you knowing exactly how he felt. He managed to get hold of your hand, gently tugging you towards his chest and spinning you till your back was against the wall, his chest nearly pressed to you. “Please, I-I need to talk to you, tell you how I feel” 
“There’s nothing to talk about”
“Yes there is” His voice was earnest, baby blues searching your downcast eyes, his finger tilting your chin up to look at him, “There’s so much to talk about, I adore you” 
“Do you also adore Nic?” You scoffed, while Bucky’s cheeks warmed with embarrassment, the pink spreading up to his ears.
“There’s no Nic or Nicole, theres just a y/n, my y/n, only you doll” You rolled your eyes at his response, trying to move away but Bucky wasn’t having any of it, keeping you pressed against him, “I’m sorry darling, I didn’t realize what she was doing or get her intentions. I thought she just wanted to get to know the team better”
“Wow” you huffed under your breath, wishing you had the space to flick the super soldiers forehead. 
“I know, I’m an idiot, and I’m an even bigger idiot for not making it clear I’m so utterly and desperately in love with you” Bucky bit his lip as soon as the words left his mouth, he’d said everything under the sun except those words before. But they were true and he’d kept it inside long enough. “I love you, I love you, fuck, I love you”
You squeaked in surprise when he scooped you up in his arms, tossing you over his shoulder, walking over to his bedroom, smiling when he felt your small fists hitting his back, your butt wiggling to be put back down. 
“Barnes, put me down, you can’t just say you love me and then carry me away like a complete ogre!” He set you down, kicking the door shut behind him before wrapping his arms around you tightly again, falling more in love with your irritated pouty face. 
“I love you sweet girl. God, I’m so in love with you”
“You’re an absolute idiot”
“An idiot who is in love” 
“You’re so cheesy” You willed yourself not to smile, ignoring the butterflies that fluttered at his words and love struck eyes. “you’re still a dick”
“I know. M’sorry angel, I didn’t realize what I was doing, I never wanted to hurt you. I should’ve known something was up when all she wanted to do was train 24/7 but I guess I misunderstood her intentions cause I didn’t see her as anything else. I’ve only ever had eyes for you baby, you have my heart. You always will” 
“Where is she right now anyway?” You melted into his chest, closing your eyes at the feeling of his lips pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “Isn’t she supposed to be leaving soon?” Bucky didn’t respond, his hands starting to wander your body instead, slipping up your shirt, rubbing soft circles on your hips. Without warning, he picked you up again, tossing you on the bed and pouncing on you, peppering your face with kisses. 
“Bucky what are you doing” You giggled feeling his beard tickle your skin as he started to trail kisses down your neck. 
“I may have requested Tony to have her stay an extra night” Your face twisted in confusion at his words but the devious look on his face made your tummy flutter. 
“And he happily agreed because...”
“Because...?”
“I want her to hear how good I can make the girl I picked feel” Bucky smirked as he crawled off you, stripping his clothes off before tearing yours off immeitedly after. “M’not gonna waste another second, gotta let the whole compound know who my best girl is” 
****
“OH G-GOD J-JAMES FUUCCCKKK” 
“That’s it pretty princess, that’s it, cum on my dick baby, my good girl, fuck you’re so good to me, look at that, God you’re soaked baby”
“Jesus Christ” Nicole huffed, no longer able to ignore the moans coming from Bucky’s room while the rest of the team pretended to be none the wiser, your loud love making carrying all the way down the hall. Bucky happily disabled the sound proofing in his room before pushing his cock in as deep as it would go, railing you into the mattress. 
“Baby you look so pretty when you’re all stretched out like this, c’mon you can take more, spread those legs for me baby, open up, c’mon, lemme in” 
“HNG PleasepleasepleaseJames” 
“So perfect when you beg, cock’s all yours mama, m’all yours, go on and use me, that’s it, ride this dick, you own me” 
“Bucky, gonna-c-cum, gonna-cum!”
“Cum for me princess, God I love you” 
“You want a snack?”
“Nick?”
“Uh-Nicole?”
“Huh?” Nicole whipped her head around to where Steve was innocently holding out the bowl of popcorn, while Sam stood up to grab more snacks before the movie started. She stared at everyone surrounding her acting as if they couldn’t hear the way you were screaming your vocal chords raw, the super soldier moaning louder than you, “N-no, I’m fine”
Tony cocked an eyebrow at the way her jaw clenched, mindlessly scrolling through her phone while Bucky’s thrusts punctuated with each word. 
“Y’feel so. Damn. Good. baby, could spent my whole life like this making love to you” 
“Fuck, I love you James” 
“Ugh- they’re so loud” Nicole rolled her eyes again in hopes that someone would feel the same but all she got were blank stares back. 
“I mean, terminator is practically in love with her” Tony shrugged while the others nodded in agreement.
“They’re cute. It’s about time they made it official, don’t you think?” Nat asked sweetly staring directly at her while Steve tried to chime in as well, his cheeks burning hot pink between the sounds of skin slapping and moaning. 
“They sound so happy together” he stuttered out while Sam snorted, choking from laughter. 
“Oh God, oh god, fuck-Jamie-JAMIE” 
“Yup, real happy”
“I-I think I’m actually gonna call it at early night, stay at the recruiting center tonight instead” Nicole headed straight to the main doors without looking back, the rest of the team giving each other satisfied smirks. 
Bucky collapsed beside you, panting, his short locks clinging to his forehead, a thin sheet of sweat covering his body. He truthfully stopped caring about what Nicole could or couldn't hear half way through, meaning every single word he said as he took you apart over and over again. You giggled at his shy smile when he pulled you into his chest, pulling the sheets over you both, kissing your forehead. 
“I love you pretty girl. I love you so much” 
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rafeandonlyrafe · 4 months
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words: 500
warnings: reader has a black eye from getting punched
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sarah brings you an ice pack wrapped in a towel, eyes wide as they scan your face.
“i’m okay, i promise.” you say, pressing it against your eye, letting out a sigh of relief as the cold soothes your already swollen skin.
“rafe, just take a breath-” you say as he rounds the couch, not failing to notice the way sarah leaves the room while rafes eye is trained on you.
“it’s not you i’m worried about.” sarah laughs, trying to relieve some of the tension. “it’s whoever did this to you when rafe gets his hands on them.”
“who did what to who?” rafes voice suddenly says from behind you, making you jump. 
“who.” is the one word he manages to spit out.
you know the best strategy is to distract him at the moment, quell the anger rising in his gut. “don’t even care to check on me?” you ask with a pout.
rafes chest stops its heaving, eyes turning sad as he kneels in front of you. his hand cups over your own, moving the ice pack away to see your swollen eye, skin beginning to turn purple. 
“baby.” he frowns, sliding his hand down to your neck as he turns your head, seeing your bruise from every angle.
“it was an accident.” you say in a whisper.
“as someone who has gotten many black eyes from getting punched, you can’t tell me this was just an accident.” he’s right, you got into a foolish argument with some girls, and one of them punched you square in the face. thankfully, sarah found you before too much worse could happen.
“can we just not talk about this, you’re making my head hurt.” you say, putting the ice back over your eye.
“your head hurts?” rafe asks, moving his hands to squeeze your knees, needing to feel you in some way. “we should take you to the doctors.”
“nooo.” you say. “i’m not going to the freaking doctors. can we just go lay down in your bed? i think cuddles would cure me.”
rafe sighs, dropping his head down. he presses a few scattering kisses to your thighs before looking up and nodding. you know instantly that rafe isn’t going to let you even walk by yourself, letting him lift you up and carry you to his bedroom.
rafe nods, taking a deep, calming breath and laying down next to you. you snuggle up next to him as soon as his back is against the sheets. rafe opens his arms to you, letting you put the uninjured side of your face against his chest.
he sets you carefully down on his bed, already beginning to fuss over you, “is your ice pack still cold enough? do you want to get changed? did you get hurt anywhere else?”
“shh, rafe.” you giggle, grabbing his hand and tugging on it, signaling that you want him in bed next to you. “just cuddles, babe.”
“babe.” he says after a minute. “can you just appreciate how fucking calm im being?” 
“mhm, i’m so proud of you.” you say, patting his chest.
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bensolosbluesaber · 10 months
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Nowhere to Run: Part 1 (Miguel O’Hara (Spider-Man 2099) x Spider-Woman!f!reader)
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Pairings: Miguel O’Hara (Spider-Man 2099) x Spider-Woman!f!reader
Warnings: Hints of suicidal ideation on reader’s part, Fang stuff (Miguel uses fangs on reader), Chasing, Miguel is maybe ooc (I only saw the movie once and was mostly trying to keep from audibly moaning every time he was on-screen), Miguel and reader fight - he does some damage, Poison, Wounds, Not edited (but I will come back for some minor edits later on), Let me know if I missed anything
Summary: After the collapse of your universe, you resort to jumping around the multiverse to survive. Evolution gave you the powers needed to escape your universe. Technology of your own design stopped the glitches. But you haven’t found a way to escape the man relentlessly hunting you across every universe - Spider-Man 2099. ~2,500 words
Angst, hurt/comfort, eventual happy ending
A/N: This is for all of us who watched the Nueva York chase scene/train sequence and thought ‘when do I get to be Miles?’ This is dedicated to the Miguel O’Hara editors on TikTok - you guys are doing god’s work over there (especially with the captions). There shouldn’t be any spoilers in here beyond what was shown in trailers, but tread as carefully as you feel you need.
EDIT: Part 2
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A persistent tingle deep in your mind vibrated madly the closer Spider-Man 2099 was to you. It was your Spidey-sense warning you of danger.  For the first few months, you managed to stay several universe’s ahead of the terrifying Spider-Man variant, but after running for months with no one to help you, dodging the Spider-Person in each universe, and growing more exhausted with each portal you opened, 2099 was catching up.
He was catching up quite literally. The man was a few blocks behind you, pursuing you through the streets of a Queens in a universe you had never seen before. Buildings were built into trees. The entire city was a perfect symbiosis between nature and technology. It was beautiful, but there was no time to appreciate it. The time on your wrist ticked down. Seventy-six seconds. Seventy-five.
You shot out another web. It caught a window, and you took a sharp corner then another trying to lose the hunter.
Seventy seconds until you could safely open another portal. Well safe was a relative measure. Ideally you would allow a full day between jumps, but if you only had twelve hours, well then odds of survival rose to about fifty-fifty. Anything less than twelve hours and implosion was basically guaranteed.
Sixty-eight. You extended your legs for more momentum, rolled in the air, shot out two webs and used them to zip forward. Sixty-two. 2099 was fast, faster than you. You didn’t dare to look back to see if he was still in pursuit.
He protected the multiverse, kept it from collapsing in on itself, and you put the entire web of connection at risk just by being alive outside of your universe. You didn’t begrudge 2099 for what he thought he had to do. Maybe it was true that your presence could cause a universe to collapse, but you were careful not to stay for too long, not to interact with the Spider of that universe, not to fight any super-villains. If he could just understand that you were careful, that you didn’t want a multiversal collapse anymore than he did, maybe he would be reasonable.
Then again, maybe not. He was relentless, and from what little you had heard of Spider-Man 2099, he wasn’t one for talk and negotiation.
Fifty-five. You dived down, shot another web, swung again. You could never go back to your world’s boundless emptiness and not another living soul. That thought kept your exhausted muscles working. Fifty. The void was all that remained of your collapsed universe, a void in which you could not die but where no one else could live.
Forty-eight. Forty seven. This block was all future, half-built apartment buildings.
Thirty. You’d long ago lost your suit. All that remained was the mask that obscured your face. You must look ridiculous swinging around in stolen street-clothes: a baggy sweatshirt, leggings, dirty sneakers.
Twenty-one. Nearly there. Just a few-
A solid mass of muscle stole the breath from your lungs and flattened you into a cement wall. Claws shattered the cement beside your head into a fine gray powder. A hand closed around your throat, and you were crushed between the blue and red clad Spider-Man and the wall.
He was pure muscle. This was the closest you’d ever been to 2099, and his sheer size was terrifying. The red lines on his mask narrowed with his eyes as he studied you.
Eighteen. You pushed at his broad chest, struggling desperately to fight him off, but he was enhanced too and probably well-fed and rested - two things you were not.
“Stop fighting me,” 2099 growled into your ear, his voice a deep rumble that you felt in his chest.
“I won’t go back.” You choked out the words while you planted a knee against him and tried to kick him away. Your efforts were utterly useless. Quite literally, you could feel muscles rippling across his chest and arms as he held you against the wall while you trid to wriggle free.
In the corner of your eye, you watched the red numbers tick down. Six. Five. Was it even possible? It had to be.
2099 brought you forward then slammed you into the wall again. The impact made your head spin. The red lines of his mask doubled and tripled. He was trying to get something around your wrist.
“Hold still!”
Two.
With the last vestige of strength left in your body, you brought a hand to his face and shot a wad of webbing at his eyes. He growled and stopped his attempt to hand-cuff you - or whatever he was doing - to wipe the webbing away. For a second he was distracted. You imagined the glowing golden portal. Closed your eyes. Energy sparked in your body, coursed through your veins and arm. You shot a web at the wall behind you. It shimmered gold, dim gold, but still gold.
There was a moment where you thought it hadn't worked. Then the wall crumbled away and you felt wind whip you backward as a bright gold light filled the space. 2099 reached for you, claws extended. Four knife-like talons dug into your shoulder, ripping through the ratty sweater, digging into your skin, and tearing four long bloody stripes into your flesh as the portal drug you away..
You planted both feet on his stomach and kicked him off. A bright red web shot out from 2099’s hand to tangle in a tree. The last thing you saw was 2099 falling then catching himself before you tumbled away from him and toward a new universe.
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It was raining on this new Earth. Actually, ‘raining’ was a bit of an understatement. It was absolutely pouring, and you were soaked before you hit the ground. Hard.
You hadn't been as focused as you needed to be, and the portal had opened in the sky and dropped you ten feet to the roof of a towering building in some universe’s version of New York. You couldn’t tear the mask from your face quick enough as you gasped desperately for air. 2099 was strong, and he’d smashed you half a foot into solid cement.
Your ribs ached. So did your head for that matter. But it was the dull ache spreading across your shoulder, down your arm, and seeping through your muscles like liquid fire that really made you afraid.
The gray of your stolen sweater was soaked in crimson blood. Carefully, you pushed the stained fabric over your shoulder.
Shit. Shit!
Beneath the torn fabric, your skin glowed a sickly, dare you say radioactive red - the same red as 2099’s suit. His talons must have been poisoned, and now that poison was making it’s way through your body, causing unknown damage and immense pain. There had to be a lab on this Earth. Right? If you could only get there, you were smart enough to whip up an antidote.
But as you stood, it was obvious that you wouldn’t be going anywhere. The poison was potent and fast-acting. Insanely, you wondered if it was really poison or if you should be calling it venom. It didn’t matter, because a moment after gaining your feet, your legs failed. You careened forward and nearly smashed your head again, only just catching yourself before slowly laying down in the rainwater.
City lights sparkled in the distance and reflected in the puddle forming around your head. Purple and blues and few bright yellows. Not a bad view if this was how you died. If only the poison weren’t so painful. You wanted to scream, but you lacked the strength.
A familiar tingle shot across your spine a second before the bright gold light of a portal obscured the reflection of the city lights. No! He was so close when you jumped universe’s. He must have tracked you; no wonder he hadn't bothered to chase you through the portal.
You scrambled backwards weakly, your feet struggling for purchase on the slick roof as the broad shouldered man appeared. He was wreathed in gold light. You couldn’t jump again, couldn’t even stand, could barely drag your body through the rain as Spider-Man 2099 strode closer.
“Nowhere to run,” he said. His voice was flat, like he took no pleasure in finally having you trapped.
“I won’t go back!” You tried to sound tough, strong, but your voice cracked over the words. “There’s nothing there. I can’t. I’d rather die than- than go back to nothing. 2099, don’t send me back”
Your fingers felt the ledge of the building and empty air beyond it. Poison. Fall. The clawed Spider-Man. A slow descent into madness trapped in the empty and endless remains of your home universe. A fall seemed fastest. But you didn’t want to. You were scared. You didn’t really want to die. Your shoulder throbbed and head filled with fog. The skin was glowing such a bright red you could see it in the corner of your eye.
In the brief moment you hesitated, he was on you. 2099’s red webs wrapped around your chest, and he yanked you forward and away from the ledge. You crumpled at his feet, and he just stared down at you through that mask. His blue and red mask swam in your vision as you stared up at him. Was it the rain that was so cold? Or was it the poison? No, venom. Poison? Venom?
2099’s face got bigger as he knelt beside you.
“What is this?” He pulled at the torn sweater, his gaze falling on the bright red mottling your skin.
Miguel O’Hara had never seen his claws damage anyone like this. There was no venom in them… unless in whatever universe you had come from something about them was venomous. It was possible. His fangs were venomous, that he did know.
Miguel pulled off his mask, the adrenaline of the chase fading while he watched you struggle for life. He’d meant to stop you, take you back to base, figure out where you’d come from… not kill you. He ran his tongue over one of the fangs protruding from his mouth.
The next thing you knew, 2099 was sitting next to you and pulling you onto his lap. It might have all been a dream, you couldn’t tell. The lights were so beautiful. Your head lolled to one side, your whole body limp as a ragdoll in his muscular arms. His face filled your vision and blocked out the pretty lights.
He had a strong jawline, dark curls, sharp cheekbones, a broad nose, and were those fangs? And were his eyes glowing red? Yes, two orbs as red as the suit and your poisoned skin shone down at you. He was pretty too. This had to be a dream. The monster chasing you couldn’t be so handsome. You blinked, eyes unfocused. Your Spidey-sense was going wild, but you couldn’t bring yourself to fight. 2099 was warm, and you could go to sleep right here.
He shifted your body again so your side was pressed against his chest. “2099,” you whispered weakly, pathetically.
“I’m sorry for this,” he whispered in that low growl. Now it was tinged with what almost sounded like real regret. “It’s the best I can think of.”
He guided your head to rest in the curve of his shoulder, face turned toward his neck. One hand brushed hair away from your neck, the other wrapped around your waist. His fingers were no longer clawed, and his movements were gentle as he held you close, muscles tensing underneath your body. The expression on his face was tender. It seemed impossible that this was the same man who had made you his prey for months.
“Don’t panic now,” he whispered as he lowered his lips to your neck. “Stay still.”
You were barely aware of what was happening. His lips were warm, then four sharp pricks stung the base of your neck just above your collarbone and the deep poisoned wounds. Panic tried to rise in your throat, but you weren’t conscious enough to really process that a man currently had his fangs sunk into your throat. He drew back and spit out bright red poison, then bit into you again. Then again. And again.
Miguel was exceptionally careful with you, holding you perfectly still and being sure to sink his fangs into the same spot each time so as not to mark your skin any more than necessary.
Slowly, the world began coming back into focus. You were exhausted, but the poison was being was successfully being leeched from your system by his fangs. Brown curls were the first thing you became aware of, then the almost unnatural warmth coming from the man beneath you, then the cold pricks on rain on your back, then... then that something was biting you. Before you could wrench your head back, a large hand cradled the back of your head. You desperately tried to struggle as you realized what this vampiric Spider-Man was doing to you. The muscles in his arm flexed as he held your head still.
2099 pulled his fangs from your neck, spit bright red then let go of your head. You sat up quickly. The movement made you dizzy.
“I know you’re scared.” Miguel could see the fear in your eyes. He nodded to your still glowing shoulder. It was dimmer now and hurt less, but it was still obvious poisoned. “But this is working. Let me help you.”
You were looking him right in the eyes, the glowing red eyes, and though you didn’t trust him, you knew instinctively he was right.
“Okay,” you breathed lowly.
You laid your head on his shoulder. Miguel could feel how your whole body trembled, but whether it was from fear or cold or something else entirely he couldn’t tell. When his lips touched your skin you whimpered. That was fear.
Miguel still had one arm around you, but he took your hand in his free one, interlaced your fingers, and squeezed once. Then he sunk his fangs into your neck. It stung a bit but didn’t really hurt. Now that your were conscious, you could feel the poison being drawn toward the spot where his mouth connected to your skin. That didn’t really hurt either. It was like stretching a sore muscle - a satisfying pain that ultimately brought relief.
2099 drew back to spit out his poison. When was the last time you’d touched someone like this? A touch that was more than an accidental brush in the street - or a purposeful one so you could steal someone’s wallet. 2099 was your enemy, your hunter. He was dangerous. But he was saving your life and holding you so tenderly it made your chest ache.
“Once more,” he promised.
His fangs brushed over your skin for the last time. You pulled your hand from his and splayed your fingers across his chest. 2099 brought his now free hand to your poisoned shoulder and pushed the ripped fabric apart.
Miguel watched the last of the poison be pulled from your veins as it filled his mouth. He spit it out then turned back to study how your body was pressed against him.
“Can you stand?” He asked.
“I don’t know,” you answered honestly. Then panic hit and you jerked back, still sitting on his lap but with your face now safely away from his fangs. “You- you’re going to send me back. 2099, please don’t.”
“Why do you keep calling me that? My name is Miguel.”
Miguel. 2099 had a name. Of course he did, but hearing it made him seem so human. And his face was handsome. That was no venom or poison induced hallucination. The man was beautiful.
“And no. Not yet.”
“My universe collapsed. There’s nothing for me to go back to.”
His red eyes softened as they met yours.
“We won’t send you back to an empty universe,” he paused, and one side of his lips twitched up. “You ran because you thought I’d send you back to a void? I see I have quite the reputation.”
Miguel lifted you to your feet easily. He set you on your feet and tapped the watch-like contraption on his wrist. You leaned against his muscled chest for stability. Even without his poison, you were still wounded and tired and malnourished. A portal spiraled out in front of you both.
“You promise not to send me back there?” You looked up at Miguel. He squinted at the portal’s bright light and tugged the mask back over his face.
“Promise.”
To be continued... 
Part 2
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Hi babe!! I loved your Luke x Aphrodite reader and was wondering if you could do another?? If you alr have an idea go ahead with whatever you want but maybe something with protective Luke 🤭🤭
I’m on a new Luke obsession from the show
Thanks!!!
thanks for requesting<3 i hope you like this!!
warnings: fem!reader, unwanted flirting, protective/possessive behaviour (not in a toxic way though), mentions of drinks (unspecified whether it's alcohol or not), one word that i think can be classified as a swear word?? lmk if i missed any
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luke castellan masterlist part one
“Hi.”
You jump slightly. “Hey. You scared me,” you breathe a nervous laugh through your nose. What was taking Luke so long?
You and your boyfriend had gone to the fourth of July bonfire- together, obviously- and he had disappeared, mentioning something vague about drinks and the Stoll twins (probably seeking their most recent stock of soda stash, smuggled, of course) when a slightly older camper approached you. You recognised him as an Apollo camper- you had seen him train with a bow and arrow; he was good.
He sits down next to you on the sand, slightly too close for you to be fully comfortable. Your eyes dart around frantically, looking for one of your siblings to save you- but Silena was cosied up with Beckendorf, foreheads pressed together and giggling whilst Lacy was chatting up a newer camper. You curse internally, the rest of your siblings either splashing around in the ocean or helping set up for the firework display. You offer the unfamiliar camper another strained smile in a futile attempt at breaking the awkward silence.
What was his name? Something starting with 'M', maybe?
“What’s a pretty girl like you doing alone?” the mystery boy asks- a bit too directly, in your opinion, for someone you hardly know.
You give a little giggle, hoping it sounds appreciative of the basic compliment. Even after being in this agonising situation on multiple occasions, you had gotten no better at handling them. You sigh wistfully. If only your mother had given you powers to deter unwanted attention as well as attracting it.
“Uh… I’m waiting. For my boyfriend.” You ensure to place extra emphasis on the title. He smirks, unfazed.
“Some shitty boyfriend, huh?” He says in satisfaction, completely misreading the situation to fancy his own whims, accompanied with the fakest sympathetic sigh. It makes you want to scream.
“No, actually-”
“Actually, the ‘shitty’ boyfriend’s right here.”
You can’t help but exhale in relief, muscles loosening at the mere sound of Luke’s voice. You stand up, turning around to face him. “Luke.”
“Hey, doll.” The glare etched in his sculpted features (directed at the obnoxious flirt) contrasts greatly with the gooey sweetness of his greeting. “Who’s your friend?”
You try not to snort. “Uh…”
He doesn’t wait for an answer, wrapping a fierce arm around your shoulders. You melt into him. “There a problem, buddy?”
An amused smirk creeps onto your face, and you have to bite the inside of your cheek to keep from laughing. Luke never calls anyone ‘buddy’.
“N- no, course not, I was just…” the Apollo camper stutters.
Luke raises a blond eyebrow. “Just?”
“Keeping her company!” he blurts out, already beginning to edge away from the conversation. 
Luke looks at the ground, lips curving upwards in a cold smirk. “Well, for next time, don’t worry. I’ll take you with me next time, sweet thing, if you feel lonely, ‘kay?” he simpers, half- joking for your entertainment, half in seriousness in wanting to ward off the unsuspected boy. By this time, he’s already gone and Luke leans down to whisper, hand tightening around your waist slightly as his lips brush the shell of your ear. “My girl,” he mutters.
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