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peejsocks · 2 years

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How about a f!reader x Bam fic where Bam comforts you after a breakup with someone outside of jackass crew and ends up confessing he’s loved you ever since he first met you? ;-; love your writing 💜

a/n: oh this is so sweet, i loved writing it. thank you for requesting, angel <3 disclaimers/tags: implied smut

It always bugged you how after a breakup you're supposed to be okay with the fact there is a person out there who knows all these intricate details about you but isn't part of your life anymore. How do you play around with intimacy like that?

"Hey. I'm in West Chester. Are you busy?" Bam's unique accent fills your ears, clearly confused but the answer is still the correct one. It's the happiest you've felt in a week. "Wanna get ice cream?"

The taxi driver must have somewhere more important to be, because as soon as the tires screech (and the back of your head slams pretty harsh against the seat) a cupped hand is shoved in your face. Fumbling with the seatbelt after paying, he seems impatient and you apologize.

Just as quick as the small man driving had breaked, he runs off again before you can say goodbye. It sucks, a polite interaction with a stranger could have really helped your mood right now. Hopefully hanging out with a friend you hadn't seen in a while would do the trick.

Ringing the bell, you're greeted by a very shocked April. Of course he'd forget to mention you were coming by. It wouldn't surprise you if he had forgotten the call completely, only now noticing he sounded sleepy on the phone.

"I'm sorry to show up lik-"

Quickly, you're pulled into a motherly hug, hands patting your back and rocking you side to side. It's a delightful welcome, better than you expected.

"Never apologize, there's always people in this house and not often enough are you one of them. Come in, Phil's in his office and Bam is in the shower. I'm watching this ridiculous soap opera…"

Biting your nails, you're trying to catch up with April's explanation of the convoluted plot when the person you were waiting for waltzed into the living room.

"Twenty-five minute shower? Who are you and what did you do to my friend?" Getting up from the couch, you walk right into Bam's open arms. A warm feeling brews in your stomach. Safe right where you are, not anywhere else in the world.

You knew you could count on it.

The fabric of his black hoodie is right up to your nose and it smells strongly of body cologne, and you can't not tease him. "You smell nice. A little strong."

Arms still wrapped around your lower back, his question comes quicker than you expected. "You don't like it?"

"I mean, it's still you, just better." Finally stepping back, Bam rolls his eyes when you wink at him.

"What are you doing here out of nowhere?"

"Get your keys, we'll talk on the way."

When he asks which keys, you can't help but request the Hummer. It's the type of night where the feeling of wind in your hair might temporarily fix all your problems.

Waiving goodbye to the blonde woman now turned around on the couch, you graciously dismiss her plea for you to stay longer, offering the guest bedroom.

It's quiet outside, the faint noise of crickets and leaves rustling with the wind calming your mind as you walk alongside Bam to his garage.

Your friend speaks for you during the drive to the furthest convenience store. It's on purpose, Bam catching on to the fact you didn't feel like talking and probably needed to enjoy the ride in the fresh air of the night. You don't know what gave it away, but it's relieving.

Sitting on the hood of the car, parked in front of the store but away from the bright streetlamps, you end up buying one big milkshake to share and pouring mini bottles of liquor on it. The taste is atrocious, but the colorful plastic straws you insisted on buying made it too fun to complain. You also bought canned wine and cheap beer with no need to take out your fake ID.

"You came all the way to West Chester for ice cream? It's not like we're famous for it. Or for, well, anything."

Laughing with the straw in between your lips, you prepare to start the uncomfortable conversation. "I wanted to see you."

It's not untrue. Hanging with the CKY boys was the best, fitting in so well you constantly considered abandoning the L.A. lifestyle and switching it for the smaller district in Pennsylvania.

"I'm flattered. But it hasn't been that long, the Jackass break started, what, two months ago?" He hands you a napkin to wipe at the side of your mouth and offers to open the can of wine with a slightly disgusted expression.

"I disagree. I think it's been too long, actually. Why can't I just go out with you?"

"Because your boyfriend doesn't like me very much. I bet he's fuming about you being here."

Declining the last sips of milkshake, you decide to try the wine even if it's definitely going to upset your stomach. "I didn't tell him. We broke up a week ago."

The red warm liquid almost comes back up. Whether it's because of the truth or the horrible taste, you're not sure.

Bam's frozen, body turned to you, words uncertain and robotic. "Sorry. What happened?"

"Don't be, you couldn't even stand to talk to each other for more than five minutes." Your chuckle is cynical, always a point of contension how you couldn't share your time between your then boyfriend and one of your closest friends and co-stars. "Nothing happened, it had just been shit for a while. He said some things I didn't like, there was an argument and we ended it. Haven't talked since."

Half of the drink in the can is gone with just another gulp, fighting to keep it in for better or worse.

"And that's why you're here?" He still sounds confused, treading carefully.

"Sort of." Brushing hair behind your ears and shutting your eyes, a deep sigh turns shaky as you fight back tears. "I was stuck in a shitty mood and I couldn't think of anything else I wanted to do besides this. Hanging out with you, listening to some Metal band I don't know, drinking disgusting alcohol and not thinking about shit."

"Cheers." You laugh, throwing your head back, not minding the tears actually spilling out. "But if it's only been a week and you haven't talked, how can you be sure it's over?"

"Oh, it is. There's no feelings anymore, for a long time actually." Shrugging and finishing the wine, a hiccup turns your sob story even more pathetic. "I wasn't having fun, I missed laughing and enjoying life. There were so many times these last two months I wanted to pack up and leave, come here to fuck around with you guys."

"You should have, it's been a lot of fun. Dico's kinda mad you don't call enough."

That information breaks your heart, and when you laugh, it's laced in sadness. "I think I was just holding onto the familiar, you know? I opened up, he has all that information against me, and now what? I pretend he doesn't know me at all? Relationships are for crazy people."

You moveto open a beer can, but Bam does it for you.

"Right, but did he even know you that well?" Asking what that means, it's comforting when the sleeves of his hoodie are used to dry your wet face. "You're talking about all this stuff he has against you, but you never seemed that close. Sorry if I'm wrong but from my point of view he never even made an effort to look interested in you."

"What makes you think so?" It's a fair question, never looking at your now ex-boyfriend that way. Maybe you had it all wrong but didn't know.

The removal of his hoodie to hand it to your shivering self is natural. On the other hand, getting distracted because of messy curls framing Bam's face is a little less common. Of course he was a pretty boy, but you hardly ever stared at him like this.

"I never saw him on set, only at 'industry parties', which is lame. The one time he went to a skate park with us he looked bored as hell. Stood you up for the Turbonegro concert." He's rambling, but not entirely off. "Did he even tell you he was proud of all the cool shit you do? I never heard it."

"There were good parts. Did you really notice all that?"

There's something in Bam's voice that makes you silently wish for him to look your way. You need to see if it's in his eyes too before making assumptions.

Stealing back the untouched can in your hands and taking a sip of your beer, he shrugs. "He was a fucking douchebag who didn't really deserve you. Not hard to see."

Your head remains turned to the dark-haired boy avoiding your gaze, suspicious of the unfamliar way he's speaking, never hearing him say anything like that before. "No one else pointed it out."

"Maybe you need better friends." He's still looking away.

"Apparently you're the only friend I need."

Bam finally graces you with a smile, but his eyes aren't exactly meeting yours, focusing somewhere else.

"What if I didn't want to be just a friend?" He's clearly uncomfortable, body leaning forward, one arm stretched down pretending to dust something off his pants. It's always been adorable when he cringes.

"What are you saying?" It's all you can think of, unfortunately, disconcerted by the cold air clashing with the heat under your skin.

"I'm saying…No, you just broke up, I'm not putting this shit on you right now."

"No, please, you can't do that. You have to tell me now." You put a stray dark curl back in its place. "If you don't, I'm just gonna get anxious about it, so you're giving me more problems to deal with. It's being a bad friend."

"Ah, man." Nervous laughing, he runs a hand down his face and stares right ahead. "The thing is- Well, the thing is, I don't know if I believe in shit like love at first sight but that day we met, before Jackass even started filming, I felt something."

Pondering a little, expecting him to maybe elaborate, you prod. "So you had a crush on me?"

The tiny bit of information makes you giddy. You had felt a connection to the skater kid immediately but didn't know he felt it too. It's curious, and you wanna know more.

"It's not a crush. It's more, trust me. Or I would have told you to break up with the asshole so we could hook up. But it's not like that."

"I didn't notice."

"Yeah, that dickhead was taking up all of your attention. It sucked. He didn't even earn it." The way Bam is talking now is like he forgot you're there, which leads you to think it's genuine. "I don't know if I'm what you deserve but I can do much better than him, that's for fucking sure."

Prolonging the last four words, big blue eyes widen when they finally meet yours, seemingly remembering who was listening and what he was confessing.

Still drinking from your beer can, he finishes it and launches it right into the closest trash can.

Softly, you ask, "What do you feel now?"

"I used present tense in everything. Read the room, dude." Opening another beer, he doesn't look your way still. His repression and sudden shyness around you is funny, the muscles in your face sore as you try to contain your smile.

"Do you think you're in love with me?"

A bold question that receives an even bolder answer.

"I know I am."

There is no hesitation or shakyness in his voice. Sure, it's drenched in fear, waiting to be rejected, but it is also unapologetic. Your friend is stating he loves you, not asking if you love him. He leaves no room for misinterpretation, exuding the confidence you looked for in past relationships.

Letting the awkward silence linger, the sound of a deep intake of breath is resounding as you adjust on top of the car.

"Bam, I want you to kiss me now."

Turning, his eyes scan your face to asses if you're serious. Putting down the beer can, he moves closer, grabbing your chin and slowly leaning in.

You close your eyes, anxiously waiting.

His lips are surprisingly soft, a little cold from the beer and sugary from the milkshake. Like the dreamy ending to a sweet date.

Breaking off, one of his fingers is still holding your chin up, letting you dictate what happens next. So you close the small distance.

Bam does not hesitate to push your lips apart and using his tongue right away. It's delicate, gentle. Patient. You're on cloud nine.

That kiss tells you enough about his feelings.

Before you know it, the both of you are making out in the backseat of the Hummer. Sitting on his lap, pulling at his hair, it's really hard not to drive things further. Especially when his fingers are running up and down your legs, teasingly exploring under your skirt before retracting again.

All you want to do is grind down, just for a moment, to see his reaction.

"We should stop, before it's too late to go back."

"You're right." As one hand squeezes your thigh, the other comes up to cup your face and plant a small wet kiss on your lips. Humming, it sounds more like whining. You don't want to stop yet. "Wanna stay over at mine?"

"The hotel is already payed for the night, might as well." If he asked again, you'd say yes, but instead he helps you back into the passenger seat.

The drive is peaceful, blasting music and almost falling asleep with your head leaning on your hand.

Getting to the hotel's parking lot is depressing, not wanting to cut short your time with Bam. Fuck being rational. "Wanna come up?"

In the room, Bam raids the mini bar fridge while you're in the shower, promising he'll pay you back.

You put on skimpy pajamas and fine lingerie, just in case, but it's not necessary. The night is spent away watching shitty movies, getting drunk on overpriced alcohol and wiping tears off your face from painfully laughing at the absurd stories Bam shares about his friends.

He has to call April and Phil to tell them he won't come home tonight, and you sit on top of the thin bedframe next to the phone - which he made sure to use simply to run up your bill - to make fun of him. The call is on speaker and it kills you when April reminds her son to 'use protection'. You had never seen his face so red, covering his eyes with his hand.

When he hangs up, your giggling is taken as a challenge and Bam pulls on your legs, causing your body to drop onto the mattress. Laughing louder, you kiss him back when he climbs on top of you.

Exhausted, you fall asleep with the TV on and over the bed sheets, clinging to his body for warmth.

You wake up earlier than expected, the sun still mostly hidden, and have morning sex under the blue-greyish light of the sky coming in. It's quiet, and meaningful. Intimate. It's healing.

Room service has to kick you out twenty minutes past the arranged check-out time.

Back in his passenger seat, you have no idea if you're leaving today or in a month, maybe taking the Margera's up on their inifinte offers to lend you their guest bedroom. Maybe you'll stay in Bam's.

All you are sure about is that there's a lightness in your heart you don't want to let go of.

#bam margera x reader #bam margera #jackass #jackass fanfic

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zwei-rhunen · 4 months

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I'm pretty surprised how well I've "avoided" spoilers past heavensward tbh lmao, given how much I read on all the ffxiv subreddits + tumblr xD

(probably 5.0/6.0++ spoilers down below)

Don't correct me if I'm wrong lmao

The "avoid" are also bc I didnt really avoid them, likeeee yeah id duck out of a thread if they blatently put spoiler tags around it but, like.... I had already gone out of my way to watch most of the major cutscenes/storybeats for shadowbringers when it first came out, BUT that was 3-4 years ago. I did that primarily bc 1) I wasn't sure if I would stick around, and 2) frankly, I KNEW that if i did end up staying with the game, the chances were pretty high that I'd forget about most of it by the time I got to there, anyway. Also 3) I'm kinda blasé about spoilers, like yeah I'd prefer not to hear about it but sometimes I spoil myself bc i just gotta know if it gets good, and if it DOES get good then i'll still want to experience the journey myself, ykwim?

But anyway. I WAS RIGHT LMAO I DONT REMEMBER FUCK ALL 🤣🤣🤣

Like this is what I remember for shadowbringers:

Aalsj TELEPORTATION aksrhhfkfl TOWER alsjdhfjfl BELOVED CAT BOY akshdhdjfkglgj GETTING OLD amsskfjl GHOST ARDBERT ajadfl SINEATERS alssjdhfjfl MEGA SIN EATERS and also ALOT OF GRIEF and SOME INNOCENT GETTING GOT AND ITS VERY TRAGIC BECAUSE WE WERE TOO LATE aksjdjdkdlf HI ARDBERT! GLAD YOU ONLY SHOW UP WHEN WE'RE ALONE OR ELSE PEOPLE WOULD THINK WE'RE CRAZY alajdhdjdl GRUMPY ASCIAN??? I think they show up here?????? And also CUTE MIQOTE COUPLE and also A KICKASS-LOOKING WHITE LION that i wouldn't mind having as a mount 🥺🥺👉👈

....And then some things happen somewhere in the middle...... and then

FREEDOM

and SAVING THE WORLD

and ???? Maybe puking?????

Honestly I'm not sure what part of any of that is shadowbringers and what's endwalker.

I could go and figure it out with a 2 minute google search,

But I think it's funnier this way.

I know endwalker has elephants. And bunny. And body snatching. And a Cafe At The End Of The Universe, or something like that (that's what I got from reading the achievement tags over people's heads lmao) and ascian lore ofc

#zwei writes

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n3onwraith · 2 years

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Chap. 1 Part 1; the first day in hell (affectionate)

"5 more minutes.. mmmm" i whined angrily, my alarm going off as loud as it could. I peeked my eyes open to see what in the FUCK was going on before i remembered "Shit it's my first day!!"

i shot out of bed like a firework (cause baby your a fiiiiiiirework! NO no not the time, focus.) and ran to get ready. now was NOT the time to be distracted. I quickly threw my work shirt over my shirt from yesterday and threw some shoes on. i could worry about my black sweatpants looking obviously slept in and taking off my t-shirt, now buried under my work shirt, later. i stuffed my motorcycle keys, phone, headphones, wallet and a handful of suckers into my jacket pockets before throwing it on and zipping it up. i checked my hair one last time before dashing out my condo door, yelling a good morning to Mrs Daisy, my elderly neighbor, on my way out. "BYEMISSESDAISYHAVEAGOODDAYGOODLUCKATBINGOILLSEEYOUAFTERWORKFORTEATIME!!" I shouted over my shoulder, hoping she understood what i said as i sprinted down the stairs and to my bike.

~•~

As i pulled up to the Plex i was stunned. i mean, i knew this place was massive but holY SHIT!! i couldn't tear my eyes from the massive sign above the doors as i made my way towards them. "Fazbear's Entertainment presents the MEGA PIZZA PLEX" it read, most of the sentence was tiny, so small i could barely read it in the glaring sunlight, but i could tell none the less that this was the place.

I made my way through the doors and was blasted with the sights and sounds. children screaming and running, neon lights in every corner, parents and couples strolling by and trying to wrangle their kids, all while music and the savory aroma of pizza rolled through the air is endless waves.

I jogged to the nearest turnstile. Hopelessly searching my pockets as my face fell. did i forget my name tag at home? impossible, it was mailed to me yesterday! surely i remembered it. i kept searching and patting myself down, hoping the families behind me wouldn't say anything. i felt the cold metal weight on my shirt pocket. i was fUCKING wearing the damn thing. i tugged it off, slammed it as gently as you could slam something onto the turnstile, and hoped the light turned green fast. as soon as that color changed i was off. i didn't even bother to turn the turnstile like i should, i simply jumped over it.

as i calmed down and approached my new place of work, the closed down Superstar Daycare, i realized id forgotten to take my helmet off. well fuck. great first impression there y/n, killing it. i decided I'd use it as a bag in a way taking it off as i approached the empty area where crowds thinned out into nothing but a few stragglers and the less-frequented restaurants and games. I slipped my jacket into my helmet just as i reached the Daycare doors.

Caution tape littered the big wooden doors, some near the bottom ripped by little hands and wandering curiosity. i glanced around. sure they'd emailed me a map the night i got accepted, but they sure as hell didn't tell me how exactly I'd get into the place.

i sat and waited for what felt like forever but was maybe 5 minutes before a S.T.A.F.F. bot rolled up nearby. i dropped my helmet and jogged over to the bot, flashing my name tag that i had re-clipped to my shirt and asking how one was supposed to enter the Daycare. The S.T.A.F.F. bot lead me to a side door not far away.. clearly marked "Employee entrance." Fuck.

I thanked the bot and sprinted back to grab my helmet, finding a map tucked into my jacket and a Map Bot wandering away. i feigned offence at it's turned back, gasping and slapping a hand to my chest. that's another thing i forgot. my binder. shit.

I quickly shook the thought out of my head and grabbed the stuff i DIDNT forget before running back to the door. the S.T.A.F.F. bot was long gone, having ran off somewhere when i wasn't looking. i shrugged and pushed the door open. .. or tried to. of course the door is locked idiot! grab your keys!

I had to set my helmet down and untangle my jacket from itself. holding it by the hood i rummaged through the pockets. thinking i had my keys in-hand (keyword; thinking) i pulled my hand from the pocket to find... a root beer flavored sucker. i shrugged after a moment of disappointment, at least it's a good flavor. i tugged off the wrapper with my teeth before spitting the trash into the can that was oh so conveniently by the door. I continued to rummage while sucking on the root beer flavored orb on a stick (hehe, ponder the orb. get it? get it?? shut up brain, not right now.)

i finally pulled my keys out after what felt like forever but was in reality maybe 3 minutes. so, yeah. forever. i quickly located the key i needed, marked with SD in blue sharpie, unlocked the door and stuffed my keys back into my jacket pocket before picking up my helmet. as i stepped into the threshold i shoved my jacket back into my helmet and crunched right through my sucker. (it's not sucker then? is it a cruncher?? woaaaaah. cruncher! shut. up. brain.) the door closed behind me not long after, plunging me into darkness. "GAH WHAT THE FUCK?!" jumping like 6 feet off the ground but not really, I'm exaggerating, i turned to the door. there was a ominous sticky note on the back, clearly from a adult based on the height it was at, maybe 6 feet off the ground. i plucked it gingerly off the door and shook my phone twice as i pulled it from my pants pocket to turn on the flashlight.

the little note, light blue for the record, reads "Hello y/n! we here at Fazbear's Entertainment are glad to have you working in the daycare! please seek out Moon and KEEP. THE LIGHTS. OFF!!! ... good luck!!" wow, so not ominous guys, im so calm and not terrified right now haha. (haha girl help, i might piss myself I'm terrified. shut up PLEASE!.. why am I telling myself to shut up if i can just sing a song and the thoughts'll stop cause I'll be so focused on the lyrics and..?? come on brain think of things! be so smart! haha reference- SHUT.)

I shook my head to clear my thoughts before trudging through the dark room, flashlight casting the dimmest fucking glow EVER. i can't see, this is pointless- i decided to take myself up on the singing thing to calm down a bit. "... my little ponyyyy my little ponyyyy ah ah ah ahhhhh My little pony! who ever knew that friendship could be- my little pony i forgot the words please he-ee-elp me" i continued to sing, staying in tune as best i could while forgetting the lyrics. eventually my made up lyrics faded to just me humming.

i continued to attempt humming the My Little Pony theme song before i gave up and randomly blurted "Shawty like a melody-" fucking hell- umm.. good thing I'm alone! ..right??

(ahahahaha cliffhanger!! for the record, i am STRONGLY basing y/n off myself because i literally have no clue how other people would react to this- We'll meet a certain someone in part 2! i have up to chap 15 planned out so far, albeit loosely! there should be 3 parts to chapter one before i finish it and upload it to AO3! I'm off to go make the Tumblr specifically for the fic and I'll re log this post from there. although the fic DOES need a name- I'm tempted to call it "Moth to the flame" but that sounds stupid... unless i make it RLY angsty in chapter 13 and then later chapters as well :OO no yeah I'm doing that- BYE BYE FOR NOW!! -Koda)

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astroluvr · 2 years

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can I request something where jack and his girlfriend (the reader) are at an event and someone starts harassing the reader and jack gets all protective

yes, thanks for ur request and i hope you like it!

i am not sure if i should issue u out a warning for this given that it isn't graphic, but if these themes make u uncomfortable, i would recommend skipping over this one

warnings: mild violence, derogatory language (like once or twice), and harassment

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"You look really handsome tonight, Jack." you murmured, playing with his curls a little as the two of you sat in the parking lot of the venue.

"Don't get me started on you, baby." he smiled, leaving a sweet kiss on your nose.

The two of you were dressed up for a formal dinner that the label put together. Even though Jack was a little hesitant, you encouraged him to go in hopes that he could do some good networking. He agreed so long as you came along, which led to you being in a beautiful black gown that was laced at the top and had a long skirt, matching Jack's black velvet tuxedo.

"Okay, let's do this." Jack quickly got out of the car to beat you in the process of opening your own door.

He smiled down at you and offered his arm to you. You interlocked your arm in his and kissed his cheek. He blushed slightly and you smiled to yourself as you approached the door.

"What do you think they have to eat?" he asked you, showing his ID to double check with the guest list.

"They're rich people, so probably caviar and stuff."

Jack laughed and moved you into the party where it seemed food wasn't the point of the event at all. Many people gathered around tables and bars with drinks in hand and others mingled on the dance floor near the DJ.

"Is this is a rager?" he asked you, untangling your arms and you shrugged. "Here, I'll find you somewhere to sit and see who I can chat with, okay?"

"Sure." you smiled, but you felt a slight pang in your chest when Jack was already planning on walking away.

Large crowds made you nervous, especially ones where you didn't know anybody. You could easily hold your own, you got used to it after years of being popular adjacent, but that didn't mean you wanted to be dropped off so quickly.

"Is this good?" he asked, finding a table that was right in the pocket of the crowd.

"Um, yeah."

"Great. I'm gonna go holler at Drake." he pulled out your chair and kissed your lips. "I love you, thank you for bringing me out tonight."

"Course. I love you, too."

With that, Jack left and immediately got swept up in the crowd. His interactions with people were always so genuine and he had such a spark that made people love him- it was one of the reasons you loved him. Jack seemed to underestimate that, though, he probably expected to speak to Drake and come back, but you knew he could work his way through Drake's group and meet a guy who knew a guy and forget all about you. Not that you particularly minded though, you were fine with scrolling on your phone and tagging along as support.

That was, until creeps like the one in front of you saw a pretty girl "unattended" for too long and took it as an opportunity to prowl.

"Hey, beautiful." he said, and he was obviously older and was used to picking up girls just by telling them he had access to exclusive events like this.

Situations like this were hard to play- a seemingly innocent flirt could be turned into something much worse with any rejection. You smiled dismissively and looked at Jack who was sitting on the balcony with his back to you. Even if he turned around, it'd be hard to see you through the crowd.

"Excuse me, I'm talking to you." the older guy said, tugging at his blazer for attention.

"Right, I'm sorry. It's just that I'm here with someone. My boyfriend." you spoke firmly and sure of yourself, clasping your perfectly manicured hands together.

"He doesn't have to know about what we do tonight."

You sighed and bit your tongue to suppress the attitude you wanted to take up. It was a formal event and there's no telling who this guy knew that he could tell Jack Harlow's girlfriend is a bitch and get Jack blacklisted.

"As flattering as this is, I'm not interested."

"How come?" he pressed, leaning over the table and causing you to strain back against your chair.

"I'm in a committed relationship and I don't do things like this otherwise. I would really appreciate it if you'd leave me alone." you said, becoming a little more nervous.

The few people around you didn't care much about the scene of maybe they didn't see, but it felt like there was so much and so little happening at the same time.

"You don't know what you're missing out on." he shook his head and walked off, leaving you to breathe a sigh of relief.

With the need to be cool off, you walked to the front of the building. It was pretty vacant besides a few stragglers since the evening was in full swing and perfect for fanning your face.

As you were getting comfortable with going back in, the smell of cheap cologne filled your nostrils and forced you to look up. Fear took hold when you saw the same man and realized how dumb it was to stray so shortly after.

"I didn't mean to offend you." you said, already trying to sneak to the door as he stalked closer. He smiled viciously and you tried to make a run for it, but the heels on your feet became your worst enemy and allowed the man to grab your wrist.

"You didn't offend me, sweetheart. A little bitch like you turning me down isn't a bruise to my ego. You obviously don't know who I am."

You whimpered as his hands gripped around your wrists tight enough to bruise. Your voice was useless when he only laughed at how you struggled. He wanted to see you squirm and you were inadvertently giving him that satisfaction.

"I think you're going to come to my hotel room tonight so I can tell you, right?" he got closer and your sobs racked your body as you shook your head aggressively. "I think you are because-"

"What the fuck?!" you heard, and never in your life had you been so relieved to hear Jack's voice, and never had you heard it hold so much aggression.

The man turned his head and was immediately met with Jack's fist before Jack grabbed his collar. You were in such a state of shock you barely realized what was happening until Jack looked at you.

"Move, baby." his tone was more powerful than his command, so you moved swiftly out of the way just in time for Jack to throw the man against the wall with a grunt. "You think it's cool to touch up on women, huh? To hold them against the wall and make 'em cry? Does that make you feel like a man?"

"She wanted to come back to my hotel. You don't know what you saw."

"Jack, no, I wasn't." you said quickly, tears welling up again at the man's audacity to lie so blatantly. Jack, though, didn't believe it for a second and got even closer to him.

"I could fucking kill you right now." Jack gritted his teeth and you took a step back. You were starting to rethink all the times you thought you had seen him angry. "But I won't because my girl is standing there and she's seen enough for tonight. When I tell you that's the only thing stopping me, you don't know the half of it. If I catch your punk ass ever again, it's over. Over."

With one more shove, Jack let go of his collar and gave him another punch for good measure that made him fold to the ground and walked over to you.

"I'm sorry." you said, when his arms wrapped around you.

"Don't apologize. There's nothing to apologize for. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have left you like that, baby."

With consideration to where you were, Jack started walking you to the car and kept his hands around you. Although you were no longer crying, Jack stood you up against the passenger side and bent slightly to wipe your tears.

"I love you so much and you didn't deserve that. It's over now, though, and I'll do my damn best to make sure some shit like that never happens again. Swear to you, princess."

"I love you, too. And I know you will."

Jack took a deep breath and hugged you, kissing the top of your head repeatedly until he decided that was enough standing. "I'll get you home, clean you up, find something for these bruises, and we'll call it night. How about that?"

"Perfect." you said through another round of tears.

Not because of your shock, but because Jack loved you. He kept you safe and made a promise that you knew he wouldn't break.

#jack harlow #fan fiction #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow blurb #jack harlow x y/n #bf!jack #protective!jack

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streaming-yn · 3 years

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Forgetful! y/n

I haven't gotten requests yet, so take some y/n with memory problems and how their chat treats them and stuff!!

Part 1 // part 2 // part 3 // part 4 // part 5 // part 6 // part 7

Pronouns: they/them

Other information on the reader:

. Knows of and enjoys the dream smp

. Somewhere between famous and not

. Doesn't mind fanfic of them

. Faceless

. The memory issue is a medical problem, not just bad memory

. Mainly Minecraft streamer, but will play other games if chat asks :)

. The reader isn't sensitive about bad memory jokes as long as they're lighthearted and from either friends/family or fans!

Warnings: medical issue (memory loss), hate (chat and you tell them off though), cussing

Form: headcanons

Summary: y/n has memory loss and is a streamer! How does this work out for them and how does their chat act?

Genre: platonic (does that count here?), fluff(? It's positive but I don't think you'd call it fluff), positive, very very slight angst that dissipates quickly (hate, but you and chat tell them off)

Abbreviations: y/n -> your name, s/n -> your streamer name

Chats gonna help you out!!

"chat! Chat! Can you please remember coords of the portal?"

Then chats full "yes" "yep!" "sure" "ofc" various emojis confirming they will, as well as the occasional "no /j" or "it's basically law now"

Ok but imagine someone finds you and keeps spamming in chat that your faking you memory issues for attention

Chats on their ass immediately

"why are watching if it bothers you so much?" "you're giving them views yk" "who are you to say? You don't know them" "yeah! You've never met them, you aren't them either!" "lay off man why are you upset about this? Guarantee this is your first time watching, you can click off"

You didn't see it bc chat moved FAST dude and you were pretty focused on your search for ancient debris

Hater didn't like that so they donated $1 with the attached note being "stop faking your memory loss. It's annoying, we all know you don't actually struggle with it, you just want to blow up."

You n chat rn:

Chat's going off

And you're like "why should I care what you think? And why would I fake it, I have no reason to, I quite like where I'm at now. I don't need to prove myself to you, if you think I'm annoying, you can leave, it's not that hard. You do understand how to exit streams, yes? Do I need to teach you?" You start mocking them at the end and laugh to yourself a bit "oh! And thank you for the money" you finish, thinking it pretty dumb of them to donate if they don't like you.

Anyway

Chats laughing with you and praising you

Just bc y'all are nice to each other doesn't mean you aren't (playfully) mean!

Y'all definitely are 💀

Also!! They figured out you like dsmp bc someone highlighted their message asking if you knew what it was

You said yes and that you really like the story line, albeit confusing, but enjoyable! And the characters were so cool too!!

Chat immediately:

👀👀

Omg

👀

Can I,,,

R we allowed.?

GUYS OMG R WE ALL THINKING THE SAME THING

I THINK WE R

Knowing what they're referring to you're like "yea sure"

Now the chat's comparing you to c!ranboo

After stream you go on twitter and you see Ranboo trending, not odd, until you see "trending with s/n"

N you're like 👁️👁️???

You look through the tag and there's a bunch of different stuff!

Your fans drawing you and random and/or you as ranboo

Your fans tagging ranboo and asking y'all to collab

Your fans giving collab ideas

Your fans asking dream to put you in the smp

Ranboo's fans having no clue who tf you were "s/n???" "who is s/n??? N y r they trending w ranboo? /gen"

Ranboo's fans asking your fans who you were while ur fans r like "OH MY GOD OK SO UM THEY'RE SO COOL SUB 2 THEM ON TWITCH AT S/N TY <3" n the ranboo fans r like ":00??? I will!! Do u know when their next stream is so maybe I could tune in? :D"

Basically your fans n ranboo's fans becoming friends, it's nice to see

You're glad the majority of both of your fans are super nice and ranboo's fans weren't insulting u bc u trended too :') <3

You def got more followers!

(if you want me to expand more on forgetful!reader and ranboo maybe meeting and their friendship lmk, id be happy to write more!! :D)

Anyways

If you promised to play a game and you forgot, chat isn't gonna like idk yell at you or whatever, they're gonna remind you both in twitch chat and Twitter :)

You do have a share of toxic fans, obviously, every streamer does,,

But like?? 4 some reason yours like 2 pretend memory loss too??? N like, its obvious, you're just like 👁️ y'all what r you doin,,,

But you try to distance yourself from that side bc it make you uncomfy and invalid bc it feels like they're mocking you (you're valid!!!)

I THINK AMONG US W FRIENDS WOULD B FUNNY

BC YOU KNOW HOW YOU'RE OKAY W FRIENDS AND STUFF MAKING MEMORY JOKES AS LONG AS YOU KNOW THEY'RE JOKES???

Just like,, imagine you die n at the meeting your friends r just like "umute y/n, tell us who killed you"

Bc they know you forgot

Dw tho, your friends n fans love you <33

#mcyt x reader #streamer!au #streamer!reader #streamer!y/n #ranboo x reader #Y/n #Reader #Fanfic #Streamer #Streaming #Writer #Writing #Not request #Forgetful!reader #Headcanon #Headcanons #Fic #Mcyt #mcyt fandom

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Life As We Know It {Chapter 9}

Summary: After the sudden deaths of Nesta’s sister and Cassian’s best friend, they gain guardianship of their nephew, Nyx.

Based on Life As We Know It (2010) and a prompt sent in by anonymous for our Nessian fanfic contest. This is a modern au.

Instead of doing a tag list for this story, we have decided to have a set posting schedule. Chapters will be posted weekly on Mondays and Thursdays. Chapters will be posted on both my and Shelby’s blogs! >> @snelbz

Life As We Know It Masterlist

Shelby’s Masterlist

Tara’s Masterlist

A/N: SURPRISE. Enjoy this chapter a day early. I had my days wrong and legit thought it was Thursday, but since it was ready…. Y’all get to enjoy the spoils of my frazzled brain. 😘

Nesta waited with Nyx in the waiting room of the pediatric office.

His rash didn’t seem to be bothering him much, but she wanted to get ahead of it before it became a problem. He was absolutely enamored with the TV playing a bright children’s show in the corner, and Nesta couldn’t help but smile down at him as she checked her email.

The usual stuff greeted her, some open catering order invoices for the restaurant, a few wayward resumes from high school kids that had managed to get her personal email, and, of course, spam.

“Nyx?”

Nesta’s head shot up, and Nyx began looking around, wondering who had called his name. Nesta was instantly on her feet, pushing Nyx’s stroller toward the door that the nurse held open.

She smiled. “Hello, Nyx.”

Nyx babbled in greeting.

The nurse chuckled. “Such a cute little guy. You’re Nesta, I assume?”

“I am,” Nesta confirmed. “I’ve not been here before. It’s a nice office.”

The small talk went on. Nesta had never been a fan of small talk, of polite pleasantries.

It just made her feel awkward.

Nyx didn’t seem to mind. He just kept babbling and babbling and babbling, without a care in the world.

The nurse led them into a room and she checked Nyx’s height and weight before telling them that the doctor would be there shortly.

Nesta had picked Nyx up, looking around at all the educational posters on the walls, when a quick knock sounded on the door and a man cracked open the door.

Nesta blinked once as he stepped inside, not expecting the tall, muscled man that appeared in front of her.

“You must be Nesta,” he said, extending his hand. “I’m Dr. Kamaras.”

This man was Nyx’s pediatrician? She had known that Nyx’s doctor was male, Feyre had mentioned him in some stories a few times, but Nesta had always pictured an elderly man.

Not this sculpted, handsome man, who could easily graced the cover of one of the ridiculous smutty books she kept well hidden in her bedroom.

She shook his hand, finally remembering how to speak. “Yes, I am, it’s nice to meet you.”

Very nice to meet you, she added in her head.

His face sombered. “I was very sorry to hear about Rhys and Feyre. They were great people.”

And just like that, Nesta was back on earth, holding her sister’s son in her arms, standing where her sister should have been. She tried to keep her smiling from dimming, but she cleared her throat. “Thank you. It’s…been an adjustment.”

As if they both remembered why they were here, Dr. Karamas blinked and said, “Yes, Nyx, right. You told the nurse he has a rash of some sort?”

“It’s just a diaper rash but it seems to be getting infected,” Nesta explained. “I’ve tried a few different things but nothing seems to be working.”

“Ah,” he said, nodding. “Well, let’s take a look.”

Dr. Karamas took one glance and whistled. “Definitely infected. I’m going to give you a steroid cream. Put it on after every diaper change. It should clear up within the week.”

Nesta let loose a breath. “Oh, great, thank you.”

“Absolutely,” he smiled.

He had a nice smile.

He scribbled something down on his clipboard, signed it, and handed it to Nesta. “The number on the bottom is my office number. If you have any other concerns, no matter how small, give it a call.”

Nesta looked at Nyx’s prescription and the number that was beneath it, along with his name.

Balthazar Karamas.

“Thank you, Dr. Karamas,” Nesta said, and she meant it. She was still new at this, and every little medical thing concerned her.

If it wasn’t normal, she was freaking the fuck out.

“Bal, please,” he said, taking her hand again, shaking it. At the look on her face, he added, “I work with kids. They do better on a familiar name basis than with titles like doctor and mister.”

She nodded, smiling. “Bal, then.”

Nesta was getting Nyx resituated in his stroller in the waiting room, about to head back out into the bright sunlight, when she felt someone approach. She wasn’t expecting to find Balthazar standing a few feet away. She quickly checked the stroller, making sure she had her purse, the diaper bag, and, of course, Nyx himself. “Did I forget something?” She asked, finding everything exactly where it was supposed to be.

“No, no, it’s not that,” he said, pausing in front of her. “I just…can’t shake the feeling that I know you from somewhere.”

It was strange, since Nesta felt the same way.

“You’re not Illyrian,” he said, and it wasn’t a question, nor was it rude. Just an assumption. She only knew of a few other Illyrians in the area, and Balthazar definitely had the same coloring as Cassian and Az. And Rhys used to have. She, pale skinned and blue eyed, certainly did not.

“I’m not,” she said, at last.

Bal chuckled.

That smile, yet again, had her toes curling.

“Interesting,” he said, that smile remaining. “Well, maybe we can figure out just where we’ve run into each other before...over lunch this weekend?”

Nesta blinked. A date?

“Not a date,” he said, quickly, reading her mind. “I would never ask the aunt of my patient on a date. That would be incredibly unprofessional.” Nesta laughed. “Just…two acquaintances figuring out where they were previously acquainted.”

“Lunch sounds nice,” Nesta said, unable to shake her own smile. “Saturday, then?”

“Saturday,” Bal agreed.

They set up a time and place and then Nesta was out the door.

Cassian’s day had been as long as it was the day before. It seemed that the teenagers visiting Velaris had gotten the message from their friends that Cassian’s bar was checking every single ID of every single drink that was ordered. So instead of being slammed and busy and frustrated the whole day, he had been bored out of his mind.

He’d gone through his inventory sheets twice, ordering anything they might remotely run out of in the next few weeks.

It didn’t help that Kallias had the day off, covering the evening shift tonight, leaving him alone with his thoughts all day.

And those thoughts constantly reminded him that he’d been an absolute dick to Nesta the night before.

As he drove home, he contemplated the apology he needed to make.

Although Cassian believed his intentions were typically good, apologizing wasn’t one of his strengths. He ran through what he’d say a hundred times, had come up with an unbearable amount of ways in which he could apologize, but everything he thought of wasn’t good enough.

He knew Nesta well enough to know when she would laugh in his face.

He’d come up with about fifteen different scenarios of how this could go by the time he pulled into the driveway, parking next to her little car. He took a deep breath before unlocking the front door and letting himself in.

The house was quiet, neither Nesta or Nyx were anywhere to be found. It was barely six-thirty, but he knew Nesta was taking Nyx to the doctor earlier in the day, which may have tired him out so thoroughly that he was already down for the night. A peek into his cracked bedroom door confirmed it, his little hand curled next his face as he slept.

When he finally tracked down Nesta, on the back patio, her feet propped up in a lounge chair, he definitely hadn’t expected to find her with a bottle of wine. Or what was left of it, at least.

The mostly empty bottle of wine sat next to the baby monitor.

He cleared his throat, announcing his presence.

Nesta’s sigh was the only acknowledgement she showed.

“Everything alright?” He asked.

She shrugged and took a sip from her glass.

“Bad day?” He continued.

She shrugged again.

“Is this the silent treatment?” He asked.

“I assume you’d know,” she said.

Cassian began rubbing his temples. “Look, Nesta-.”

“I’m a little busy if you don’t mind,” she continued. “I prefer to relax alone.”

“This is my house, too,” he said, shutting the sliding door behind him as he made his way onto the patio. “What if I want to sit out here with you?”

“Then I’d suggest continuing the silence,” she said, not looking at him, her face tilting back up to the sky, where it had been when he’d come outside.

So he sat down on a nearby lounge chair, and didn’t say a word.

Or he tried, but he didn’t last five minutes. The words that had building inside him all day needed to come out. He’d rehearsed different things he wanted to say, with reasons for why he was such an asshole, and promises to try and be better from now on. But as he looked over at her, the starlight on her face, all he could get out was, “I’m sorry.”

For a moment, Nesta said nothing. “About?”

“The way I acted last night,” he replied, keeping his eyes on the lawn. “It was uncalled for, and I’m sorry.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” she said, draining her glass.

Cassian’s eyes shot her direction. “I’m trying to apologize. You can at least accept my apology so we can move on.”

“Apologies mean nothing,” Nesta said, shrugging. “Words are meaningless.”

“Not mine,” Cassian argued. “I mean what I say.”

“Then you meant what you said last night?” Nesta pushed.

Cassian’s lips snapped shut and his jaw hardened. “No.”

“So, you’re a liar, then?” Nesta asked.

He groaned in frustration. “You’re infuriating.”

She didn’t deign to reply to that.

He took a deep breath. “I’m sorry I was an asshole last night. I was…embarrassed about how you found me the night before. I don’t… I don’t like to be seen like that.” He paused, but then he held a hand out in between them. “Not- not that that happens often. I mean, I don’t make a habit of having emotional breakdowns.”

She didn’t say anything. Just stared at him.

He cleared his throat again, remembering little things he had felt badly about through the day. “Nesta, I’m sorry I acted like an ass. I’m sorry I didn’t appreciate the dinner you made me. I was rude as hell and you did nothing to deserve it.”

After a second, she glanced away, out over the pool. He figured she wasn’t going to reply, and he stood, heading back for the back door.

He had slid the door open and was halfway inside when she said, “If you’re hungry, I made lasagna for dinner. It should still be warm on the stove.”

He turned back and found a hint of a smile on her face. “Thanks, Nes.”

A continuation of his apology, Cassian had told Nesta he'd be on baby duty for the rest of the night, waking Nyx up for his bottle, granting her leave to do whatever she wanted. She elected to finish off the bottle of wine, open another, and relax in the bathtub with a book.

The book of choice was definitely not appropriate to read in front of Nyx.

Or Cassian, for that matter.

She had appreciated his apology, even though a part of her still wanted to be pissed. There were very few things that agitated her more than male bravado, and Cassian was the spitting image of it. Embarrassed because he was emotional? Please. Get the fuck over it.

Then again, she could say that all day, but in honesty, if the positions were reversed, she would have reacted very, very similarly.

If not worse.

Nesta had always felt too much, far more than either of her sisters. It wasn’t like they were robots, of course. Elain had a bigger heart than anyone Nesta had ever known, and Feyre had been a light to be around.

But, Nesta…

She felt it all, and she felt it far too deeply. She had learned long ago to shut those emotions off, to let them go, to not let her emotions show. They could just be used as a weakness.

And she found life worked better that way.

There was a soft knock on the bathroom door.

Nesta sat up straight, even though the door was locked, in a sudden panic over the fact that she was nude and reading smut.

“Yeah?”

“Nyx is going to bed,” he said. “Just thought you’d want to say goodnight.”

“I- Ah- Just a minute,” she called, setting the book down and reaching down to grab for her towel. She was out and damn near opened the door in just her towel again, but remembered their agreed upon rules. She snatched her robe, wrapping it around herself, towel and all.

She opened the door, Cassian standing just by her bed, and Nyx had his head resting on his shoulder, rubbing his little eyes.

The image was so pure and innocent that Nesta couldn’t stop herself from taking a few steps towards them, reaching out to brush her fingers down Nyx’s soft cheek. “Sweet dreams, buddy,” she breathed, leaning up to press a kiss to his forehead.

She regretted it almost immediately, as bringing herself that close in Nyx also inadvertently brought her to Cassian. His heady, nutmeg-and-campfire scent enveloping her, reminding her of the morning she’d come downstairs and found him as naked as she was now. She stepped back quickly, clearing her throat. “And goodnight to you, Cassian,” she murmured. She pointed back behind her towards the bathtub, towards her book, and said, “I’m going to read a little longer and then go to bed myself.”

He nodded. “Alright, I’ll see you in the morning. Goodnight, Nes.”

The nickname didn’t bother her as much as it previously had, she realized as he made his way back out of her room, shutting the door behind him.

She didn’t let herself think about that, did her best not to think about him, as she sunk back into the warm water.

Nyx had gone down easily for Cassian, for the first time ever, thanks to the frozen toy he’d gnawed on to relieve the pain of his incoming tooth. He’d decided he deserved a treat, too, after that, and had sat down to watch the hockey game, a beer in hand.

Fifteen minutes later, there was a knock at the front door.

Cassian paused, glancing down at his watch, seeing that it was pushing nine o’clock. He stood, after a second knock sounded, making his way to the door. He opened it to find a woman dressed in a suit on the other side. “Can I help you?”

“Mr. Nazari, I assume?” She asked, extending her hand.

He took it, on instinct, shaking it, but he blinked. He repeated, “Yeah… Can I help you?”

Her brows twitched together. “My name is Alis Birch. I’m with social services.”

Cassian continued to shake her hand, staring.

“The courts told you we’d be making random visits to check in on Nyx,” she continued.

Oh, fuck, Cassian thought. Oh, fucking hell.

They’d completely forgotten about those random visits, in the past few weeks they’d been doing this, distracted by getting used to not only being parents, but getting used to each other as well.

“I see,” Cassian said, nodding. “I… I’ll…be right back.”

“I’d like to come in-.”

Cassian shut the door, quickly set his beer on the table in the entryway, and hauled ass upstairs.

He threw open the door to Nesta’s bedroom, only to found it empty, so he continued on, throwing open the bathroom door.

Where Nesta was still in the tub, completely nude, a book in hand, one hand disappeared beneath the water. Her head was thrown back in utter ecstasy.

Until Cassian barged in, anyway.

“Shit!” he yelled, just as Nesta gasped and sent the water sloshing out of the tub, over the porcelain edges.

Cassian quickly shut the door behind him, closing them into the bathroom together, and put his face in his hands. “Sorry!”

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” she yelled, and he could hear her pulling the plug.

“It’s important, I swear,” he said, his voice muffled by his hands.

“If the house isn’t on fire or Nyx isn’t dying, it’s not important,” she cried, ducking behind the walls of the tub.

“It’s pretty fucking important,” he said, turning to give her a semblance of privacy. He heard her stand up, water moving and quiet dripping, before her feet landed on the rug outside the tub. “The social worker is here.”

She froze and he dared a look back at her. Thankfully, she was wrapped in her towel again, one arm pushed through her robe. “The social worker is here? Now?” He nodded, and she looked at the nearly empty bottle of wine next to the glass on the small table by the tub. It was the second one she’d had that night. “But it’s late,” she protested.

“It’s a random, surprise visit,” he replied. “I left her outside, but-.”

“You didn’t let her in?” Nesta demanded, eyes widening. “Cauldron, Cass, that makes us look so guilty.”

He blinked. “Of what?”

“I don’t know,” she said, throwing her hands in the air. “But it doesn’t make us look good.”

“Well, I didn’t know what to do,” he sighed, exasperatedly. “I sure as hell wasn’t expecting to come up here and find you doing that.” He gestured to the tub.

Nesta’s cheeks heated. He figured his own were going to permanently be the shade of red they were now.

No, that was the last thing he ever expected to catch Nesta doing.

“Just… Go let her in and stall her while I get dressed,” she sighed, crossing her arms, waiting for him to leave.

Cassian hesitated, then nodded, and hurried back down the stairs. When he reopened the front door, Alis Birch stood there. Her expression was hard, intimidating.

Cassian could feel himself sweat.

He prayed that Nesta somehow sobered up and got the fuck downstairs, because there was no way in hell he could do this without her.

#snacmc lawki #life as we know it #nessian #nesta archeron #cassian #acotar #acomaf #acowar #acofas #acosf #snelbz tacmc collab #snacmc

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babyjamiebarnes · 3 years

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Build-A-Bear

Part Twelve

Featuring: Bucky x Stark!reader, dad!Tony, Steve, Sam, bff!Peter Parker

Warnings: language, mentions of smut/sex tapes, blackmail/threatening

Summary: With Tony now on your side, you and Bucky are able to take steps toward stopping your blackmailer — until things take a dark turn.

Author’s Note: Ugh, it’s not as long as I’d like it to be but it’s a good lead-up to the final chapter and I won’t feel so bad about taking forever if I finally get something out there 😖 I haven’t been in the best headspace lately but things are kind of looking up so hopefully I get the conclusion out faster 😞

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You thanked every deity in existence that there wasn’t enough room for you and four grown men in the Jeep because your dad had to drive separately from you, Bucky, Steve, and Sam. Once the doors shut, however, there was one question lingering in the air.

“So… how’d it go?” Sam asked.

Bucky let out a sigh.

“I’m still alive,” he deadpanned.

“Are you gonna… you know… stay that way?” Sam asked slowly.

You couldn’t help the giggle that escaped your lips at the question. And when Bucky glanced over at you, he laughed quietly too. Which led to Steve chuckling at him and Sam smiling at the way he (unintentionally) relieved some of the gravity of the situation.

Bucky’s shoulders relaxed a bit for the rest of the drive, but you caught him growing tense again when you all met your dad in the underground parking garage. It was the only place in your apartment building with no windows and no audio, but you knew there was video surveillance. There was a chance your stalker had access to the video, most likely through hacking the system, but they wouldn’t know what was being said. As you approached your father, he pulled what looked like two sniper rifles out of the backseat.

“Barnes, Wilson. You’re coming with me,” he said.

“Dad,” you chastised, assuming he was only taking Bucky with him to keep him from you.

“He was a World War II sniper, [Y/N]. It makes sense to have him using a scope to check where this psycho was watching you.”

You were silent in response, mostly because you knew he was right. And you’d still have Steve with you in your apartment, so it’s not like you’d be left alone.

Bucky immediately checked the safety and pulled back the bolt handle to make sure it was fully unloaded. He didn’t expect it to have anything in the chamber since there was no magazine, but he learned to take extra precaution. And just like when he cleared your apartment all those months ago, something about seeing him wield the power of a firearm made you shiver. How very American of you.

“These are all connected to a secure line,” Tony continued as he handed everyone the type of flip phone you had in middle school. “I hope you all remember how to text the old fashioned way because we’re not calling unless absolutely necessary. Considering what was in the video,” his jaw clenched as his eyes shot daggers at Bucky, “there are probably audio and video devices all over the apartment.”

“We scanned for that when we first started staying with her,” Sam said. “I just figured the video was taken before her identity was released.”

What he said just solidified Steve’s assumption. You definitely knew who was blackmailing you.

“It was after,” you said. “It was… that night was shortly after the…” you hesitated. Everyone looked at you patiently, but you could see Bucky take a subtle step away from your dad. He knew when the video was taken. “Um, it was shortly after the, uh, the pregnancy scare.”

All eyes moved to Bucky and Tony. The emotions that flickered across your dad’s face clearly showed his thoughts: shock, confusion, realization... You wouldn’t be surprised if this was the straw that broke the camel’s back; Bucky must’ve had the same thought as he darted to stand behind you.

“The what?!” Tony barked. “You — Barnes! I’m gonna —” He cut himself off and just huffed out a heavy breath, his hands curled into fists by his side and his jaw tight in an attempt to calm himself down.

“Not to make things worse but it takes two,” you said. “I was a willing participant.”

“But did it have to be with him?!”

“Dad!”

“I’m just saying, pumpkin, it could’ve been Parker!”

“He’s a kid!”

“And he,” your dad countered, pointing at Bucky, “is a senior citizen!”

“Oh my god,” you groaned. “I’m not having this conversation now. We’ll argue about my taste in men later. Go check out the buildings.”

You twisted on your heel and pulled Bucky down for a very unnecessary kiss. You knew it pissed your dad off, but he was being so frustrating! With a snap of his fingers, Tony got Sam and Bucky to follow him out the doors to the street where they would split up and check out the buildings within view of your kitchen and bedroom to see which one the photos were taken from.

Steve led you up to your apartment so you two could stand in the kitchen for everyone to look for from their respective buildings. You hopped up onto the counter while Steve leaned against the fridge across from you, arms crossed and brow furrowed as your eyes met.

“I think you’re right,” you said plainly. Steve held his finger up to his lips and pulled out the flip phone. You were kind of shocked he knew how pre-smart phone texting worked, but he continued to surprise you.

What makes you say that?

It’s not easy to get in this building. It’s even harder to get in my apartment.

Right as you hit send, a familiar jolt of realization shot up your spine. There was one major thing all of you were forgetting. You leaped off the counter and ran to your bedroom with Steve hot on your heels. In your earlier panic, none of you thought to look for a camera in the bedroom. There’s only one angle that video could’ve been taken from and it would’ve had to be inside your room.

If your memory served you correctly, the camera would’ve been set up somewhere on or near your bookshelf. Steve stood in the doorway while you scanned through all your books. You practically knew your setup by heart, so catching the skinny book that was out of place didn’t take long.

You turned to face Steve as you said, “I don’t have a hard cover copy of ‘Romeo and Juliet.’” You turned back to glare at the book and mumbled, “I actually hate ‘Romeo and Juliet’.”

The book was pretty thin, making it stand out even more in your extensive collection, but the title was written in a clear, elegant script along the spine. It almost made you question your own memory — until you noticed the ballpoint-sized hole near the bottom. The black background made it almost indistinguishable, but when you pulled it from the shelf, the hole was evident. And when you pulled it open, you found wires inside the cut-out pages and a small camera tucked against the hole in the spine.

“That fucker didn’t even clean up after himself,” you spat, throwing the pseudo-book onto your mattress. Steve picked it up and checked it out before calling Peter.

“Hey, if I send you a camera, can you see if it’s being wirelessly streamed to a separate device?” Your head snapped back to Steve at those words. When did the old man become so well-versed with tech? The last you knew, he struggled to take an iPhone video. Just a few months ago, he asked what the difference was between a flash drive and a hard drive.

While Steve talked to Peter, you walked back to the kitchen to see if the other boys were all in place. You didn’t have the scopes and binoculars they did, but you could still take a guess at which building your stalker took the photos from.

There weren’t many buildings high and close enough for that kind of angle and clarity, but the one you eyed most was just a bit to your left and a couple stories above where your apartment sat in your building. It wouldn’t be cheap to get a place like that, which made you start to doubt Steve’s assumption.

As you stood in the floor-to-ceiling window frame of your kitchen, your flip phone started buzzing in your hand.

“Yeah?” you answered.

“Don’t say anything that might give us away, in case there’s a recording device in your apartment,” Tony said. “I’m in the building right across from you but the angle doesn’t feel right. I think your boy toy is in the right place.”

As if on cue, Steve stepped beside you and answered his phone.

“Hey, Buck.”

“Sounds like you’re right,” you said to your dad. “He just called Steve.”

“We’ll meet you in the parking garage.” With that, your line went dead.

“Okay, meet us downstairs,” Steve said before ending his own call. “Buck’s pretty sure he found the apartment the photos were taken from. Sent the address to Parker so we should get contact info soon.”

You just nodded and headed downstairs again. Things were finally starting to look up. You had two new leads on top of anything Peter, Pepper, and Happy had found and prayed they somehow linked back to Steve’s accused.

Unfortunately, your optimism was shattered when everyone met back up in the garage. Before anyone could say a word, your personal cell started ringing, but the caller ID was... Bucky.

No one said a word as you all met beside the Jeep and you showed everyone the “James 🐻” ringing on your screen, resulting in a lot of confused looks. Bucky pulled his phone out of his pocket and proved he wasn’t accidentally butt-dialing you, freezing your blood in your veins.

“They’re spoofing,” Tony concluded.

“Answer it,” Steve said.

“Put it on speaker,” Sam added quickly.

You nodded as you pressed “accept,” doing your best to keep your voice steady and unbothered.

“Hello?”

“You’ve really done it now, [Y/N].” The voice on the other end said slowly. They were clearly distorting the sound and you’d bet they couldn’t be traced. They’d never be that stupid. “Have your boyfriend search your name.”

You looked up at Bucky who was scrambling to search your name on his phone… and immediately paled. He almost looked like he had seen a ghost, though you’d argue what he actually saw was so much worse.

“They released the video.”

Your throat constricted as you tried to not literally throw up at those four words. And when Bucky shuffled beside you to show you the top results under your name, you weren’t sure how long you could hold it back. The first page of results was just news articles about your sex tape even though it had been released only 20 minutes ago. You snatched Bucky’s phone and clicked the link to the video and sure enough, it was you and Bucky. Two hours of you and Bucky.

“You son of a bitch,” you practically growled into the phone. “That wasn’t part of your fucking deal.”

“You took away my first bargaining chip so I played my second. And believe me, I’ve got plenty more videos. You two are quite the pair,” the unnaturally deep voice snarked. “But now you also know lives will be lost if you don’t listen. You now have three days or that man and his family die.”

The line cut out then, leaving everyone standing in stunned silence.

“I’ll get Pep on taking down the video,” Tony muttered before pulling his phone out to text Pepper. “We’ll have to swing by a couple banks and pull out the money.”

“Dad, I don’t want you to bail me out,” you practically whined.

“We don’t have any other option, [Y/N],” he snapped. “You don’t have to give a shit about him releasing sex tapes of you and the Vibranium Vibrator,” Bucky cringed at that nickname, “but I know you won’t let that other kid’s family die. We’ll keep trying to track them down, but we have to be prepared.”

You sighed. You knew he was right. If you ended up finding the culprit, if Steve was right, you could just put the money back. Plus, two million out of your father’s billions wasn’t enough to break him.

“Okay, fine. Let’s get ready,” you mumbled.

Steve interjected before anyone moved too far.

“I have a plan.”

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boldlyanxious · 3 years

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The climb

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The door clicked behind Marinette. She remembered the instant she heard it that it locked automatically but it was too late. She banged and called for her roommate to let her in but it was no use. Her roommate slept with headphones and a phone on silent. Not that the phone would have helped. Her own phone was inside with her keys.

One of the neighbors looked out and gave her a look. It was late and she was making a lot of noise. She probably looked like she was trying to force a confrontation with the way she was pounding and begging to be let in. No one in the building knew her yet because she had just moved in. That's what led to her forgetting that the door would lock automatically.

She had already done it twice before over the last three days but her roommate had just laughed and let her back in. Now she would have to find a different way in. She was fairly certain the balcony was unlocked. They were on the fifth floor so they weren't concerned about security. Marinette knew she could climb that high and the streetlight was just far enough away that she would be mostly in the shadow so no one would be likely to see her.

Good thing she had worn her ankle boots today. A heel or ballet flat would be slippery but the boots had a good amount of grip. She adjusted her clothes so it wouldn't distract her while she was climbing. It didn't actually take very long. Once she started it was actually pretty easy. The hardest part was climbing over the railing. It was a bit wobbly. She hadn't remembered that but she should probably tell the landlord.

She sighed in relief when the door slid right open she was afraid that she had locked it when she had been out before. Her roommate might have been up. All the lights were off and she heard a movement. She turned her head at the sound but suddenly she was pressed against the wall with one arm held behind her back

"What are you doing? It's me."

"I don't know you."

That was definitely not her roommate's voice. She froze. What was he doing in her apartment? But as her eyes adjusted and she looked around. The couch was different. Her art on the walls wasn't there. There hadn't been a plant on the balcony but she hadn't noticed before.

This wasn't her apartment. It was his.

"I can explain," she said.

"Sure. I'm sure you have a wonderful reason to have climbed up here when I wasn't supposed to be home."

"No. This one was supposed to be my balcony. It was the fifth one and I'm on the fifth floor."

"If that were true you would be headed to the 4th balcony."

"One of the floors doesn't have a balcony?"

"The first floor wouldn't because it's on the ground."

"That doesn't make sense."

"Well you are clearly in my place, not yours. If you even live here. I did hear yelling downstairs a few minutes ago. Maybe you were trying to break into someone else's place."

"I was trying to wake my roommate. The door locked behind me."

"They always do that."

Marinette tried to push away from the wall. He had her trapped an awkward angle.

"I just forgot. Can you let me go now?"

He adjusted so he wasn't holding her arm behind her back but didn't release her. She pushed against him but it had no effect on him. She didn't want to fight her way out if she didn't have to. She would still need to be able to climb and that would be difficult if she was trying to escape.

"I should just let you go even if I know your plan is to break in somewhere else?"

"It's my place. Look at me. I have no keys, phone or any way to carry stolen items. I just want to get home, eat dinner and work on my project."

"Okay."

"Okay?" she questioned right before he released her.

"You don't sound like you are lying."

"I'm not."

She backed away and turned to go back out the balcony door. He followed her to make sure she was doing just as she said. He watched her climb over the rail and move down the column to her own balcony. She sighed with relief when she got to the door and it slid open. But footfalls behind her alerted her to the presence of the man from upstairs. He gripped her arm and they walked in together.

"So since I broke into your place, you are returning the favor?"

"Not exactly. The only way I can be sure you are actually supposed to be here is by having you prove it."

Marinette groaned. The first thing she did was head to the kitchen to check on her food. Luckily it was soup left to simmer so it was fine and she just gave it a quick stir. The man followed her around as she walked over to her purse after to get her ID. Her keys and phone were next to it. She held it out to him, rolling her eyes.

"Marinette. That isn't a common name. This ID isn't American."

"Neither am I. Are you convinced?"

"I'm Roy. Welcome to the building."

"Thanks. Sorry for slightly breaking into your place."

"It's okay. You can make it up to me with dinner. That smells really good."

"Did you just invite yourself for dinner?"

"Guess I did. Thought maybe you would take pity on me. Then you would get to see all this longer."

Marinette raised an eyebrow at him as he gestured to himself. He smirked at her. She shrugged and laughed, then went to the kitchen to get two bowls. She supposed that was one way to meet the neighbors.

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milliedazzledust · 3 years

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War Rages On: part 2 (Bucky Barnes imagine)

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A/N: Still don’t know where I’m going with this story but I’m really having fun writing this and I hope you’ll like it! Don’t forget to tell me if you want to be tag for the next parts :)

Previously: part 1

Steve had found Bucky deep in the forest of Wakanda. Escorted by the kind T’Challa, he led him to the man they called the White Wolf. He had found his redemption away from mankind. Surrounded by trees and animals, Y/N and him had lived a simple life inside their cottage up until that moment. Before this, Steve had no intention to bring them back. He had planned to come visit the couple but most importantly to let them have their happy ending, to keep them from monsters that had tried so many times to tore them apart. He couldn’t imagine two people more deserving of peace than them. The King of Wakanda had outdone himself to make sure this was achievable.

“Do you remember the last time you saw her ?” Steve asked him.

Bucky sat on a rock near a river, hastily ruffling his hair.

“She left a couple days ago” He recounted. “She had a message from Stark on the burner phone you gave her”

“What did it say ?”

“Need your help asap - Romanoff compromised. An address was attached”

He got worried when he saw Steve dropping his head and rubbing his eyes in frustration. He had known him long enough to guess something was bothering him.

“Buck’, Tony didn’t send anything.” The Soldier confessed.

“What do you mean ?”

The familiar sensation of anxiety started to form in the pit of his stomach despite the lack of information. He knew he wouldn’t like what he was about to hear.

“I don’t know what happened, but somebody pretending to be him wrote that message”

“That’s impossible” He shook his head, refusing to believe him.

“Buck’ ..”

“She left, Steve. She left to go help him” He vehemently cut him. He stood up and started pacing. His friend could see his whole demeanor slowly shifting. “If she’s not with Stark, then where is she ?!”

“I don’t know” The Captain replied. Admitting it to his friend was almost too painful.

“Have you talk to the others ? Do they know anything ?”

He was looking more and more like a madman. His body had already understood what his mind failed to grasp.

“She send Sam an SOS”

“What ?” He said it in a whisper, instantaneously freezing on the spot.

“Bucky, I’m sorry but she’s missing”

“She can’t be” He felt the panic beginning to creep into his chest.

He turned back to look at his friend.

“That’s not … She said she’d be back” He explained, as if it would make perfect sense that she couldn’t be gone, as if that promise had been enough to keep her safe “.. She … She always comes back to me”

He dropped on the floor, the captain barely had enough time to catch him. His breathing became more rapid, more shallow. He felt it hit him like a hurricane. There was a logical explanation, but the only one he could think of was worst than any nightmare.

“Steve if it’s …” He suddenly sounded alarmed.

“It might not be” The Captain answered. He didn’t know which one of them he was trying to convince the most.

“Who else ?”

His friend stayed silent. His mind couldn’t wrapped around the fact that this could be happening, that they were potentially facing another threat.

“They’re still after me” The Sergeant muttered. “It’d make sense”

“Even if it’s Hydra, we’ll still find her” Steve promised.

“What if it’s too late ?” Bucky dared to think about that possibility, his eyes drifting into space.

“It’s not”

The soldier put a comforting hand on the Sergeant’s shoulder. When he glanced up at him, he saw the reassurance he so desperately needed. He knew this look by heart, he had seen it so many time on Steve’s face growing up. He had that same determination every time he went on to fight someone twice his size, the confidence and fierceness that had built Captain America.

“C’mon, get up.” He ordered with force. “We’re gonna find her”

He silently followed him, his mind running a mile an hour. He couldn’t remember a time he had felt so vulnerable. The mere thought of her somewhere with Hydra was enough to reopen his deepest wounds. He knew what they were capable of, he had lived through the endless torture for years and to picture a fraction of it being done on her was too much.

Steve had taken him to a jet. After several hours of flight, they had landed in a location he didn’t recognize. The place looked like headquarters, abandoned in the middle of nowhere. They were surrounded by large trees. When they walked out of the plane, Bucky recognized the distinct sent of mint and pine mixed together. He glanced around, trying to find a clue as to where they were, but all he could see was the woods. No other indication.

“What is this place ?” He asked Steve as they walk inside the building.

Before his friend could answer he heard another voice speaking, the sound resonating on the walls.

“Secure location not far from Warsaw, outside of the radars”

Bucky didn’t hide his surprise when he found himself face to face with Tony Stark. The billionaire saw him tense, his body instinctively going into defense mode.

“At ease, soldier” He sighed. “We’re not here to fight”

Still he didn’t ushered a word and looked back and forth between the two men in front of him. After what had happened between them before he found shelter in Wakanda, he wasn’t sure how to behave around Stark.

“Have you find anything ?” Steve inquired, folding his hands behind his back.

“Sam checked the address you sent me” Stark started to explain. “We were about to take a look at the security footage”

He guided the soldiers to a room that seemed like it had been restored at the last minute. There was a violent contrast between the dust on the floor, the half broken chairs and the high-tech computers Tony had most likely installed. It definitely looked like a hideout. He first noticed Natasha Romanoff leaning on the large table at the center of the room. She was studying a file. Next to her was Sam Wilson, scrolling on a tablet he was holding with intense concentration.

Steve greeted both of them with a simple nod and Bucky noticed the side looks he was being given but chose to not acknowledge them. Stark started to type on his computer and the enormous screen he had placed on one of the wall turned itself on.

“Here’s what we know so far” Tony told them.

Bucky recognized a screenshot of the message sent to Y/N on the burner phone, the very same one he was carrying in his pocket.

“I was not able to trace the id or the location”

As he spoke, Stark watched the Sergeant from the corner of his eyes taking a sit on a half torn armchair.

“But whomever send this was pretending to be me”

“How were they able to get her number ? Only you and I are supposed to have that information” Steve interrogated.

“I’m getting there, Captain.” Tony answered. “Somebody infiltrated my system and discreetly hijacked it to get into classified data”

The Sergeant suddenly raised his head and with a flick of the fingers, Stark projected details of his firewall system on the screen.

“They left a trail. Sloppy work if you ask me”

“Get to the point, Tony” Natasha reminded him.

The man rolled his eyes before continuing his explanations.

“They searched through every files I have on Barnes. What they were looking for exactly? I don’t know, but I have a vague idea”

“My location” Bucky whispered.

“Bingo. They were after you, and when they realized I was smart enough not to put any compromising informations, they moved to plan B”

“What’s plan B ?” Sam severely asked.

“If you can’t find the Winter Soldier, then let him find you.” Stark directly offered the hypothesis.

“They’re using Y/N as leverage” Steve finally understood.

“Exactly”

Bucky rubbed his eyes in frustration. This was looking more and more like Hydra’s modus operandi.

“Who is they ?” Romanoff questioned.

“I might have an answer to that” Sam replied, waving his tablet. “I found something on the security footage”

A video without sound started playing and instantly Bucky stood up. His eyes traveling from one corner of the screen to the other, he was closely studying every movement. Whomever was doing this had smartly brought the woman in the middle of the city and away from any camera that could incriminate them.

“Y/N is waiting in the corner of the street, then this man approaches her. She takes a step back, probably figured out something was wrong.” The Falcon explained. “All we can see is her reaching for her phone behind her back, which we know now was to send an SOS”

“Any identification on the guy ?” Natasha inquired.

“No. He stayed hidden from the cameras. He knew exactly where they were”

“Why didn’t she attack ?” Tony pondered. “She could have taken him easily”

“Busy street” Bucky answered mechanically. “If you want somebody to comply, lure them in the middle of a crowd. One move and someone else die. Works all the time”

“Of course you’d know about that” The billionaire muttered under his breath.

Steve hadn’t talk yet. His eyes were glued to the screen. Something wasn’t adding up and he didn’t know what. He watched the video playing four times, his hands on his hips, deep in concentration.

“Rewind it” He ordered Sam.

The man didn’t question the request and did as he was told. Shape after shape the Captain analyzed every detail until the information he was missing was right in front of him.

“Stop there”

The video froze and they stared at the frame, trying to figure out what he was seeing.

“What is it, Steve ?” The Russian spy inquired.

“Can you zoom in ?” He asked, ignoring the first question.

Tony took the tablet in his hand and started to play with it.

“What am I looking for ?”

“His neck” He simply said. “He has a tattoo”

His friend raised an eyebrow in surprise, but got to work. Typing on his keyboard, he cut the video’s frame, zoomed in and used a program to polish the picture and create a clear image of the ink on the man’s body.

As soon as Bucky saw it, he felt a cold shiver running down his spine. What he feared the most had only been theoretical until then, there was still a slight hope he was wrong, a one percent chance he was holding onto that he wasn’t living his worst nightmare. And all that came crashing down when he recognized the pattern of a skull he knew by heart.

“No..No, no, no, no” He kept repeating, pacing around the room, panic striking in his veins. “This is not happening, this is not…”

The Captain stopped him in his track, putting his hands on his shoulders.

“Buck’ ..”

“They have her, Steve. They have Y/N” He was terrified, and his friend could clearly hear it in his voice.

The others were following their interaction, not yet understanding what was happening. Steve raised his head, still holding his brother emotionally breaking apart, and looked at them with an alarmed expression that did nothing to ease their worry.

“We had our suspicion on who might have pulled up something like this » He told them. « Frankly, I was hoping we were wrong”

“Who is it ?” Romanoff demanded.

“…Hydra” Bucky murmured, his head low and his human hand shaking.

They all tensed in the room and the silence that followed was frightening.

“Are you sure ?” The Falcon asked.

Steve stared at the projecting image on the wall, pursing his lips.

“Yes, Sam. It’s them” He answered with a heavy voice filled with concern.

Bucky felt the tears on his cheeks before he realized he was crying. His breathing had become unsteady and he was slowly faltering. He quickly excused himself and left the building. He needed the air.

He was trying so hard not to panic but he seemed paralyzed. There was suddenly a menacing aura around him, holding him in a tightening grip. He could feel his temperature rising, a clear sign of his anxiety, his fear. It was a living force creeping over him like a hungry beast, fed by the agonizing possibility he might lose her. He started to take shaky small breath, like Y/N had taught him every time he had a panic attack, but without her to guide him, it was useless. His pulse was beating in his ears, blocking all the other sounds, and he was sweating. There was a lump in his throat, an emotion so large it was aching to be released. He wanted to scream, to punch something, to beg for mercy. Alas, he closed his eyes, trying to focus his senses on one thing only, find her.

And just as the thought crossed his mind, he felt the tiny device he had in his pocket vibrate. He took his phone out, but nothing was displayed on the screen. Then he realized it wasn’t the right one. Fishing in his pants, he found was he was looking for and grabbed the burner phone. One message. When he opened it, the color quickly drained from his face.

« She won’t stay alive for long, unless you come home. Not Romania, not Brooklyn, your real home. No Avenger. You know the consequences of disobedience »

Attached to it was a photo. His heart stopped and his metal fist clenched the phone so hard he accidentally broke it when he saw the picture of the woman he loved, arms chained on a ceiling, body dangling in the air and covered in blood. He absently stared at his hands, thinking back to their time in Wakanda, in peace, away from the world. Just the two of them. What a difference a couple of days could make. He knew what he wanted to do. There was not an ounce of hesitation in him, only the desire to make sure she would make it out of there alive.

So engrossed in his own thoughts, he didn’t hear someone creeping in behind him. Natasha silently stood next to him. Was it out of pity or emotional support, he couldn’t tell. She observed him for a moment, furrowing her eyebrows like she was trying to read him, before she turned back to look at the sky.

“You know where she is”

It wasn’t a question but a statement.

“What makes you say that ?”

“Two fossils from the 1930’s with the same instinct of preservation and the same tendencies to make stupid decisions based on emotions. Not exactly hard to put two and two together. You and Steve have a lot in common”

He pursed his lips.

“Are you gonna tell them ?” He asked, looking back at the abandoned building.

“Still debating.” She admitted. “You’re not really stupid, Barnes. You know you can’t take them all by yourself”

“That wasn’t my intention”

“Then what’s your plan ?”

He didn’t answer. He didn’t need to, she could see it in his whole demeanor. It was in the way he stood up straight, in the way he was clenching his jaw, in the way his eyes held so much determination and purpose.

“You don’t intend on coming back, do you ?”

“I can’t let them kill her” He explained.

“A suicide mission is by far the most stupid idea you could come up with”

“It’s the only one I’ve got” He replied, resigned.

He turned to look at her. The calmness he was displaying was enough to know he had made up his mind and honestly, it frightened her.

“I don’t think you know how much she means to me, Natasha. I don’t deserve her love, I really don’t, but somehow she saw something worth fighting for in me. She saw all the cracks, all the flaws and all the mistakes I’ve made and she didn’t run. She stood by my side and fought for me. She’s my sanity. She’s all the good that’s left in me. She’s the name I whisper when I’m scared my memories are fading. I can’t take the risk to lose her because if that happens, I’ll lose myself and there will be no come back this time”

The lump in his throat prevented him from saying anything more and he gulped, trying to make the feeling of anxiety subside.

“Whatever it takes, and whatever I’ll have to do, I swear she will get out of there alive” He nodded to no one in particular, a silent and simple sign he would not change his mind.

“At what cost ? What are we suppose to tell her when you won’t be here anymore ?”

“That I fought for her the same way she did for me”

His response shut her up. His voice held so much serenity and resolve she knew it would be useless to argue. She understood where he was coming from, just like she understood the sacrifice he was ready to make.

“There’s a version of this where we win, Barnes. Keep that in mind. It doesn’t have to end in pain or worse. Fight with everything you’ve got and don’t stop until both of you are safe”

He sadly smiled.

“You’ve definitely spent too much time with Steve”

She rolled her eyes before turning to stand in front of him. She hesitated a moment, words on the tip of her tongue.

“I’m sorry this is happening” She gloomily confessed. “But you know why they want you, right ?”

“The Winter Soldier” He replied, closing his eyes. “They want him back”

“Just so we’re clear here, Bucky, and just in case, you have to be aware that the moment you’ll get there, they will torture you to get him back. Your mind is already damaged, you won’t hold long”

“I just need to hold long enough to get her out of there” He vehemently assured her, gritting his teeth.

“Your plan is to walk out with her” She reminded him, insisting on the words.

He glanced down at her and judging by the look in his eyes, she knew what he was about to ask her before he even spoke.

“If it comes to the worse, if I become … him again …” He started.

“I know” She cut him. He didn’t need to say the word, she knew thinking about it was already more than enough pain for him.

She stood there, watched him get into the jet him and Steve had taken to get there, and did nothing. It was useless to try to convince him to stay, he was too stubborn to listen. And she knew this was his best shot at getting back the woman he loved alive. She was aware Hydra would not spare the lovers and she prayed they were ready for the fight that was ahead of them. The Avengers would find them eventually, hopefully before it was too late. She turned around when she saw the jet flying in the air and walked silently back inside the building. She would keep that conversation and the promise she had made a secret, and hope whatever Bucky had planned, it would be enough to prevent the worse from happening.

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jokertrap-ran · 3 years

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(光与夜之恋 Light and Night) Main Story Chapter 3-1: 海水与火焰 Seawater & Flames Translation

“The flames of the sunset flicker within your orbs; and the leaves flutter, falling upon the water surface that is your soul.”

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Brother Mao: It's soooo god-damned hot out today! A new coffee shop opened down the east street with huge grand opening sales. Come on, come on, everyone grab your share!

Brother Mao had just returned to the office after completing his out of office assignment. He didn't even have a minute to spare to put the bag of goodies down, only wiping his sweat before giving said goodies out to everyone.

MC: Thank you, Brother Mao!

Brother Mao waved his hand in dismissal and threw the neatly folded plastic bag into the bin, only for his eyes to suddenly stop on the handle of the door. He incredulously widened his eyes.

Brother Mao: Since when did our door handle get all fixed up?

Li Man'man: No idea. It was already fixed when I came in in the morning.

Hao Shuai: Sister Zheng Lin, did you nag at the administrative department for this?

Zheng Lin: She fixed it. I saw her fiddling around with it when I clocked in this morning.

Zheng Lin retrieved her documents from the photocopier and jerked her chin at me.

Brother Mao: So this is our beloved heroine of the day! Do humbly pardon me!

MC: I'm the one who broke it after all. Plus, it didn't take that long to fix anyway.

Brother Mao poked his head in front of me, curiously twirling the sleeve of the formal dress I was currently fixing up and doing corrections on.

Brother Mao: You're changing it up that much again? You don't have to reply to me, but you're adding these butterflies? That's real creative! ...And they're all made of twisted metal wire?

MC: Yeah. I started out using soft tulle mesh, but it was all droopy and didn't seem very nice for wings that are supposed to look powerful and lively.

Brother Mao: Now not only does this give it a dynamic feel, but also brings about a romantic yet cruel one!

Brother Mao: Not bad, not bad! Keep at it, and you'll definitely be able to finish fixing it up before next week!

MC: But the Deadline got brought forward… She's going to be doing the fitting tomorrow morning, so I have to finish it by today...

Brother Mao: No way! Don't tell me it's that agent again...

He glanced around, checking that no one had their attention turned to us, before leaning down to my ear.

Brother Mao: I asked around about it earlier, and I heard that the agent has a pretty foul temper.

Brother Mao: Not just to the staff, but her daughter as well. She'll start scolding people at the drop of a hat, even if they did nothing!

It felt as if I could hear the piercing and horrid lashing from that day resounding in my ears again. Her words had been ingrained into my very brain like a needle stuck into a pincushion.

Brother Mao: Geez, Lin Yao's such a brilliant kid. What's there for her to be so unhappy about?

Brother Mao: My mom always told me not to blame myself, and that health always comes first, whenever I fail the promotion. She even said that if I couldn't make it big, then I could just go back home and she'd raise me.

MC: I don't know either. Maybe all these feelings we take for granted come on a conditional basis for her, I guess.

He'd stared at the table and spaced out for a long while. It was almost as if he'd retreated into his memory palace as his expression turned a little sad.

Brother Mao: I'll help you twist them into shape too. Just treat it as my way of thanking her for helping us get out of the pickle we found ourselves in that day.

MC: Okay.

Time passed silently, and it wasn't till nightfall that we finished our work. The office had already cleared out a long time ago, and sporadic stars glimmered in the ink-blue sky up above.

Brother Mao: Done!

I nodded at him in gratitude and kept the now completed dress away. That was when a message notification popped up onto my phone screen.

Housing Agent: Miss (Y/n), don't forget that we're supposed to sign the agreement today at 8 PM. Be there or be square!

Brother Mao: What's wrong?

MC: I'm supposed to go check out the new apartment I'm getting with my agent at 8 PM today, and sign the agreement if all goes well.

And the time displayed on my phone right now was… 7:28 PM.

MC: I should run! Thanks for today, Brother Mao! I'll treat you to food next time!

Grabbing my bag and my work ID, I made a mad dash downstairs.

❖☆———————————★❖

I thought that I'd make it there right on the dot if I'd left now, but who knew that the taxi-hailing app had 80+ people waiting in line! Seeing as how the app wasn't an option anymore, all I could do was to run to the nearest taxi stand.

MC: Why's it not here yet…?

I paced back and forth at the stand, but no taxi ever made an appearance. Just as my anxiousness was about to reach a tipping point, a black sports car drew to a stop before me. The car's windscreen slowly rolled down.

MC: ...Evan?

Evan: Waiting for a ride? Headed somewhere?

MC: Yeah. I'm going to take a look at an apartment. The place I'm renting right now is too far from here, so it isn't terribly convenient.

Evan: Location?

MC: Guangqi-Century City.

He slightly inclined his head, glancing at his watch before getting out of his car and opening the door to the passenger seat for me.

Evan: Get on. I'll send you there.

★Night Choice: Turn him down

MC: No need. I'd be causing you too much trouble.

Evan leaned his arm atop the door of the car, beaming as he looked at me.

Evan: Not at all.

Evan: Besides, I don't have anything on tonight. On the other hand, you seem like you're in quite the rush.

Evan: It'll be bad if you end up late for it because you dawdled here.

His eyes were filled with such sincerity that it made me feel like I'd be doing him a disservice if I refused.

I eventually nodded, seeing as there was no way I could shimmy myself out of this without feeling bad about it.

MC: Thanks.

☆Light Choice: Accept his offer

I glanced back at the taxi stand. It didn't seem like a taxi was coming anytime soon. And I'd really be late if I didn't get a suitable ride soon…

MC: Thanks. Don't mind if I do then.

8 PM, right on the dot. We reached the entrance of the housing estate where the agent was already waiting.

MC: Here it is. Thank you for this! I'll treat you to a meal someday!

Evan: Sure.

❖☆———————————★❖

I hurriedly got out of the car as the two agents quickly rushed up to me upon seeing me.

Agent A: You have a good eye, Miss! This apartment's a hot favourite! 10 over people booked slots to come check it out the moment the listing went up!

Agent B: We've kept this apartment for you till now since you seemed especially keen on it!

Agent A: Let's get the contract agreement signed tonight if there are no problems lest it keeps you up at night!

MC: Sorry, but I'll still have to confirm with you again later. Let's go check the house out first.

Both agents sidled up side by side, enthusiastically explaining and introducing things to me on either side as they urged me forwards.

Thud.

The sound of a door closing behind me made me turn, only to see that Evan hadn't left, and had gotten out of his car.

MC: ?

Evan: I'll go with you.

The agents continued their endless stream of marketing chatter as they pointed out every selling point of the apartment.

Agent A: —And that's all from us. If you sign the agreement contract today, then we can persuade the landlord to give us a little discount...

MC: Okay, then I'll-

Evan: Sorry, but we'll think it through a little more. Could you recommend us some other apartments as well? Sorry about that.

I looked at him in surprise, but he gently shook his head. Hence, I calmed my initial excitement down and turned down their request to have the contract immediately signed.

❖☆———————————★❖

The night was already deep into the throes of darkness by the time we returned to the car park.

The riverbank was coloured with streams of yellow light from the streetlamps above in picturesque disorder. I could smell the refreshing scent of blooming greenery that hung in the air.

MC: Was something wrong with the apartment earlier?

Evan: I don't think you'd like to stay in an apartment filled with construction noises, yes?

MC: But I didn't hear anyone renovating anything?

It was only after the words left my mouth that I realized something.

MC: Oh, right. It's nighttime right now, so all the construction workers should be off work by now… Still, how did you know?

Evan: I noticed that there were paint stains at the edge of the neighbouring apartment's door frame upon entering, and it looked rather fresh too.

Evan: Plus, that housing estate was built 10 years ago, yet the elevator has its interiors boarded up with temporary protective boards.

Evan: So, I'd garner that the neighbouring apartment's most likely, not the only one undergoing renovation recently.

MC: I'd never have realized if you didn't point it out…

Evan: And adding on to that, I observed the surroundings a bit when we entered the housing estate and the security personnel stationed nearby seemed rather sparsely spread.

Evan: So it wouldn't be too safe for you to be staying here alone.

MC: Yeah…

Evan continued talking about the pros and cons of the apartment as the enchanting lights from above reflected in his eyes, melding into the smile that wavered within.

MC: You're so knowledgeable when it comes to this. Did you rent an apartment before?

Although, for someone with his family background, he shouldn’t ever need to rent an apartment on his own.

However, Evan nodded, affirming my suspicions.

Evan: I’ve rented a couple of places for my company back when I was in university.

MC: You mean, the company you founded back when you were studying in Lordton?

Evan: You know of it?

MC: I’ve heard of it before! It’s truly a legendary tale!

Evan: Looks like I’ll have to personally clear up the rumours for you then. It wasn’t exactly a smooth experience.

Evan: I, too, encountered a great many difficulties that I hadn’t thought of before during my first time renting an office.

Evan: For example, unreliable agents. The relevant renting procedures never came to pass for a long time due to that.

Evan: Hence, the office wasn’t ready even if all the employees were already in place.

Evan: And another example would be poor property management, with robberies aplenty as a result.

Evan: Also, I had no choice but to take drastic action and relocate the entire office to a new location since I hadn’t initially considered office expansion.

MC: Wow, I never knew that starting a business would be so hard. You’re amazing to have done it!

❖☆———————————★❖

Suddenly, my phone vibrated.

[Guangqi Rental] Whole apartment for lease. Felin Avenue, 199 Street. 1 bedroom and 1 living room. [Guangqi Rental] Whole apartment for lease. Changle Heights. 1 bedroom and 1 living room.

It was the agent, recommending me a couple more apartments.

[Guangqi Rental] How about any of these?

MC: Now that's way too many…

Evan: You can forward them to me if you don't mind. I can check them out with you.

Evan: I might not be very experienced in this, but nothing will go wrong with having another person to think it through with.

MC: Thank you, Evan.

The night breeze blew past, gently ruffling the loose hairs that had fallen out of place in front of Evan’s forehead.

Evan: We've been talking for so long that I forgot that it's already 9 PM. Are you hungry? Do you want to eat anything?

MC: I said I'd treat you! How about we do it now?

MC: Is there anything you'd like to eat?

Evan: Just pick anything you want to eat. I'm fine with anything.

MC: Don't say that! I'm going to need a proper answer from you today.

Evan: Alright then. I'd prefer for it to be something cooling, if possible.

MC: Hmm… Something cooling?

I glanced around, my eyes sweeping past the signboards of teahouses, food stalls, fast food outlets… until it finally stopped on an old and aged sign that stood not too far away.

MC: I know! Wait for me for a while!

❖☆———————————★❖

MC: Auntie! Can I get two servings of red bean ice and two servings of fruit soup?

Many customers surrounded the small shop. The owner stirred the pot of soft red beans, filling the air with a delectably rich scent of sweetness.

Due to the auntie being the only one manning the store, the demand for the red bean ice far exceeded the available supply. Hence, I had to wait for quite a while before my order finally got done.

Just as I happily took the icy delights from her, the pitter-patter of rain sounded from behind.

The rain came down hard and vicious.

The raindrops that pelted against the roof were akin to silver metal wires, trapping me within the confines of the narrow eaves.

With no other option in sight, I held the two cups of icy treats to my chest using my wrist and freed a hand to shoot Evan a message to inform him of my predicament.

However, before I could fish out my phone… a silhouette had come to a stop before me. He put the umbrella away.

MC: I was just about to ping you. What are you doing here?

Evan didn’t say anything, only smiling gently as he took the icy treats from my arms, quietly standing by my side.

Evan: The rain should cease soon. Let's wait together.

MC: ...Okay.

The curtain of rain secluded us in our own little world, and the puddles, reflecting the neon lights of the signboard above, rippled from the night breeze of summer.

And like a domino effect, this soft and gentle ambience made our moods calmer and much more relaxed in turn.

❖☆————— ⊹ For Light & Night⊹ —————★❖

Previous Part: (Chapter 2-24 Light) / (Chapter 2-24 Night) | Next Part: (Chapter 3-3)

#光与夜之恋 #Light and Night #Otome #Translations #Tencent #萧逸 #Osborn #齐司礼 #Sariel #陆沉 #Evan #查理苏 #Charlie #夏鸣星 #Jesse #For Light and Night

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asuka--langley--soryu · 3 years

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hey do you know any blogs/sites etc that „explain” nge episode by episode? not the plot but rather the symbolism and themes

oh man anon I dearly wish I could say yes but unfortunately if something like this exists then I don’t know about it :/ instead what I can offer are some links to some meta/analysis/essays and hopefully that might help or at least give you a place to start?

so there is always the evageeks wiki which can provide a basic amount of info on some thematic elements, and at the very least is reasonably good for lore explanations. I feel kind of eyeroll about evageeks and their general community perspective, but if you need a good jumping off point i think this might be useful for that.

when i first started this blog there was a user called ritsumaya who put out some realllyyy interesting and in-depth meta. they deleted a while ago unfortunately but i believe most of their stuff as been archived at @ritsumaya2. None of the posts are tagged or organized in any way so it’s a little hard to navigate but worth perusing/searching through imo.

Someone did reupload their analysis of asuka specifically in a slightly more readable format so I’ll link that here separately. I 100% rec checking it out, it has some really really good thoughts on her character and informed a lot of my own interpretations back in the day. I do think they go a little too into the pathologizing angle which (if it wasn’t clear from my last post lol) I don’t agree with and largely ignore, but, aside from that, I think it’s super interesting.

in terms of other blogs, off the top of my head qmisato and adamworu put out good meta p often and also have organized tagging systems, so you might want to look at their stuff. i’m gonna glance through my archive and tag some of the meta ive rb-ed in the past, and will try to consistently tag it from now on so as to have somewhere to reference in the future. Plus I probably should have been doing that already but im like yknow a big carnival idiot and consistently cannot keep organized no matter how potentially beneficial it would be for me :)

There are some papers on nge in my thesis sources drive, so if youre looking for something a lil more academic/theory based then you could check those out. Specifically I recommend the Ortega and Napier essays. Link for that’s here.

theres def other blogs on here im forgetting, as well as just other sources in general. pls feel free to drop recs in the replies if you have em!! this was just the stuff i could pull from the top of my head/knew where to find so its by no means comprehensive and i am by no means the like end all be all in nge meta archiving. also, as usual, i’m not sanctioning 100% of every word written in the things I rec, so dont hold me to their opinions.

i hope this helps at least a little bit!

(ps: ik reddit has analysis threads or whatever but i’ve never read anything on there id recommend so ymmv on that front )

(pps: also ive never watched any of those youtube video essays or whatever about nge and never will [im just like instinctively repelled by anime youtubers that arent miss watchmojo dot com top 10 list lady] so i have literally no idea about their quality on any level. ik they exists and maybe could be helpful to you if you prefer a non-written resource?)

#nge #evangelion #asks #meta #nge meta #the watchmojo thing is both a joke and not. i dont think theyre good and rarely agree w them #but my friends and i used to watch them obsessively #otoh i have nothing really against anime yters i just cant make myself watch that kind of thing #but im really very picky about youtube content #Anonymous #mine

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sweetlavenderwritings · 4 years

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Back To His Nest- Pt. 2

A/N: I’M SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG. I DIDN’T EXPECT THE LOVE THE FIC GOT AND WAS VERY SURPRISED. I initially planned to leave it at that maybe?? but then many of ya’ll actually wanted a part two and i had to rack up my brain on what was gonna happen ( ´△｀) anyways it’s here and i hope it doesn’t disappoint!

Pairing/s: hawks/keigo takami x reader

Word Count: 2 772

Tags: very light angst, love, eventual fluff, domestic fluff,

-ꦼ———▸ Part 1

⋅. ♪ .⋅ Loving Keigo Playlist

8 Years later…

You haven’t heard from him ever since you left. As planned, your parents had called him in advance. Telling him he shouldn’t try and contact you anymore, that trying to find you would be a waste of time. You were such a coward that you couldn’t even leave a message, your parents bearing the responsibility of telling him you’ve cut off ties with him completely.

It hurt. The pain was unbearable for the first few months, restless nights of crying as you struggled to keep your composure. You couldn’t even erase his number from your saved contacts. His callers ID still the same nickname you had for him. Despite your parents warning about not contacting you anymore, he still left a call every day. There were neither questions nor any form of pleading you to come back. Because you never answered, he left small messages that he sent at random times of the day. There was no consistent message of what the calls were all about. It was as if he left these messages like a personal diary he’d write to when he felt like it.

“The day’s great today. It’s a bit hotter than usual but I’m quite grateful for the heat since flying always got me cold.” Yes it did, it was one thing about flying that he disliked. He just got too cold easily, which was why every time he got home, he’d head straight to the showers for a long hot soak then demand cuddles. He liked to call you his personal heater.

“It was too bright though, I had to keep squinting and I almost slammed face first to a billboard! Could you imagine that? Number Two Hero Getting Clumsy! Slams into Make Up Ad Starfish Style.” He laughed. “Okay, that was the worst headline ever. Could you blame me? I’m not really much of a writer like you are. Somehow, you always knew how to string words together beautifully… Ahh, looks like a low class villain is up to no good. I’ll catch up to you later. I love you baby bird.”

And just like that, he hangs up. They always ended in the same way, him having to cut it short because of his duties, and the constant line of ‘I love you.’ It felt so unfair, how he’d make it harder for you to move on. You knew better than to listen to them, but you still did. You drunk up his voice whenever you heard it, closing your eyes and imagining he was actually there right in front of you, talking to you. When he hangs up, the sad illusion is gone.

There were times you almost called him back, desperately wanting to run back into his arms. To apologize for leaving, to tell him the truth, to tell him you never stopped loving him in the first place. But as your fingers almost reach the call button, your fear of the Hero Public Commission stop you every time.

So you settle for watching him in the news, seeing the headlines as he saves dozens of people every day. You read every article you see online, scouring every page for stories. It was torture, but you had to keep strong, not just for yourself. It wasn’t like you were alone in this anymore.

After 9 long months, you finally gave birth to your child. His child.

She was perfect. She looked almost exactly like him, honey blond hair and yellow eyes that seemed to glow. Her image made you miss him so much it hurt. But these feelings of pain and misery were shoved off to the back of your mind, choosing instead to focus on your newfound feelings of joy and contentment. After so long, you felt like you could be happy again.

You named her Keiko, meaning “adored one”, because she was. With enough patience, you raised her by yourself. You dedicated your whole life making sure she grew up to be happy; it felt like you were compensating for the pain you brought upon to you and Hawks. Somehow, you comforted yourself with the fact that you saved your child from the horrors of what may come to her when the world comes to know of her existence.

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“Mom, come look it’s him again!” Keiko cheered, pointing at the television. An all too familiar winged hero comes on screen, gracefully flying in the air as he saved civilians from a burning building one by one. Your daughter let out another cheer as the number two hero successfully saves all of the civilians. Thankfully, the fire didn’t spread further with the help of the fire fighters helping from behind the scenes.

You stare at the screen as the news reporter interviews Hawks, him looking quite worn out but he manages to give the camera a smile and an enthusiastic response. If it was anyone else, he would’ve looked well composed, not breaking a sweat as he nonchalantly brushes off the praises he gets.

“All in a day’s work.” He says.

But you knew better.

Your daughter turns to you with a beaming smile, happy knowing her favourite hero once again saves the day. Her next words made your heart sank, “For my birthday tomorrow, can we meet him please?! I just want a picture and an autograph, that’s it I promise!”

“Ah, I don’t know about that baby. Hawks is a busy man and there are no chances we can just see him.” This was a lie of course, you knew he’d jump in at any opportunity to see you again but you couldn’t risk it. It pains you to see your daughter so disappointed, but you had to continue lying. For her sake.

“Tell you what, we can at least go to his district tomorrow and buy his merch. I can even get you one of those limited edition wings if you want.” Hawks’ merch was expensive, so his limited edition merchandise was gonna hurt your pockets like a bitch but it was worth it just to make up for what you couldn’t give your dear Keiko.

“Really?!” Keiko squealed as she bounced around the living room, “I can’t believe I’m going to have my own wings like Hawks, the number two hero! I can’t wait to tell Kiyoko as soon as I get them, she’ll be so jealous of me haha!” You smiled as you picked her up from the couch, stopping her from jumping off.

“If you sleep early tonight we might be able to make it there tomorrow, okay?”

“Okay!”

You’ve never felt so nervous before. Because one, you were going to Hawks’ precinct with your daughter, all the more chances of meeting him despite NOT wanting to do that. Two, if by some chance- or karma- you both crossed paths, all your hard work would be all for naught. Hawks wasn’t stupid; he’s by far the most observant man you’ve ever met. Many people don’t know this with the way he eludes them with his charm, thus forgetting he’s the number two hero for a reason. Which means even a small glance at your-his daughter; he’d be able to puzzle the pieces together.

So by desperation, you snuggled your daughter with a big fluffy hat, tied her hair into neat pigtails, and then gave her the favourite pair of pink, heart sunglasses she always liked to wear. She scrunched her nose at you fussing over her appearance, but this was only because she was too excited and wanted to leave immediately. You wore a coat, and sunglasses to hopefully hide yourself as well without looking too suspicious. With a final look in the mirror, you left the house with your daughter in tow.

An hour turned into two, then three, four, five…

“Kei honey, please. It’s time to go home.” You pleaded. You two spent the next hours walking around and buying her gifts. But whenever you stopped near a shop, Keiko never seemed to lose energy and somehow pulled you into another store to “check things out.” It’s times like this you wondered if you spoiled her too much.

“Wait not yet! We might see him here somewhere!” Keiko tugged at your sleeves as she pointed to the main plaza. “I saw him give interviews here last week mommy; maybe he’ll do it again!”

“Baby please, I told you we’re not here for that. We already bought your gifts so it’s time to go home and-“

“Mommy, look! I think it’s him!” Oh no.

As if on cue, the famous red winged hero zoomed in on a scene. A villain, large one at that, appeared in the middle of a crowd and began harming nearby civilians as if it was panicking. How did you not notice that?

But now was not the time, you had to get your daughter out of harm’s way and hopefully, his too. Hauling your shopping bags into the loops of your arms, you carried your whining daughter into your arms and darted in the opposite direction you saw Hawks headed.

Hawks POV

How long has it been, eight years? He never wanted to keep count, but he still did.

God, he was pathetic. He’s supposed to move on by now, find another woman to give his affections to, forget about you then happily live his life.

But he couldn’t and it sucked.

He always felt he was too sentimental despite being a double agent. You would think after all he went through, he’d be hardened and cold as stone. Yet he remained quite soft, too empathetic as what his superiors commented. Fuck that.

He’s on his last patrol for the day, flying over the main plaza to keep civilians bustling on the streets. He doesn’t have any plans for later (as he usually does), so he thinks he’ll spend another night away drinking in his balcony or watch a sappy chick flick in the late hours.

He remembers he has fan mail he’s yet to open. Not that he’s ever obligated to do so, he’s free to throw them in the shredder for all he cares. They’re mostly enveloped underwear sprayed with sickeningly sweet perfume anyways. But he’s been receiving sweet letters from a little girl lately. Messages full of pure adorations and gratitude for his work. Judging by the handwritings and small creative decorations, the letters clearly had been made with a lot of effort. He can’t help but look forward to them every week, not that he’d ever admit that to anyone.

His thoughts of his late evening plans are disrupted with the sudden sounds of screams and shrieking from below. Without wasting a second he rushes to the scene.

As he got closer, his eyes widened at the sight of who was causing the ruckus, or rather, what.

He dodged the Nomu’s sharp claws that swiped by his face at an alarming speed. In a beat, his feather flew from different directions, all leading to his target. They cut deep gashes onto its skin, but the Nomu’s regeneration was fast, healing its wounds as soon as it was inflicted on it.

Hawks never deterred, continuing his attacks while sending some of his feathers to keep away civilians from the disaster transpiring near him.

He could vaguely hear cheers and shouts from the crowd as he rapidly attacks the creature, somehow finding it difficult to cause enough damage to knock it out of conscious. As he flies around the attacking monster, he spots a vulnerable looking spot in its neck. Pausing for a second, he narrows his eyes as he aims. He was about to release a feather until the Nomu lets out a loud piercing shriek, causing everyone near them to shut their eyes at the screeching wail and cover their eyes.

Fuuck, it must have sensed me. He thought.

As soon as it stopped it’s shrieking, it speeded off to another direction. With a curse, Hawks followed it in pursuit. Pushing and carrying away with his feathers to keep them from getting harmed. The Nomu sets its eyes on a little girl with her mother, launching itself on its haunches then runs at a great speed towards the two.

The little girl screams then hides herself in her mother’s arms. The mother tries desperately to get away, but with the Nomu’s great speed and the closing distance between them there was nothing left to do but to brace herself in front of her child.

“No!” Hawks yells as the Nomu’s claws at the mother. Before it could land another attack, he strikes one of his biggest feathers at its neck. The Nomu stills, and then drops to the ground.

Hawks doesn’t have time to check if it’s dead or not, rushing over to the poor injured mother with her crying child. As he finally makes his way to the woman his heart stops.

It was you.

With shaking arms, he cradled you against his chest. He couldn’t believe it. After all these years, he got to see you again. And with a child! Wait… a child?

He took a look at the crying girl, blond hair and honey eyes… just like him.

His eyes widened in shock. Hair and eyes just like his, it couldn’t be.

“Is my mom gonna be okay?” The girl sniffled. He mentally slapped himself in the face, how could he forget the situation at hand and not comfort his distressed child? “She’ll be okay,” he assured her, “Help is on the way, okay? Can you breathe slowly for me birdie? So you can calm down.”

She wipes the tears from her eyes and nods. At the sound of an ambulance, he stands up while he carries your unconscious body. As the medics put you in a stretcher, he takes the time to actually look at you.

You looked much more different. Hair a different length from before, eyes much more tired, and cheeks less full. It must’ve been hard for you, he thinks. But now I’m here.

He turns to look for his daughter, who was behind him all along. Slowly, he bends over to pick up her shaking form. She raises her arms in surprise, but trusting nonetheless. As he settles her in one arm, he holds her close and looks at her.

“What’s your name, kid?” he softly asks.

“Keiko.” She mumbles shyly. Keiko, you named her after my own name? Hawks felt tears springing into the corners of his eyes. Before he could wipe them away, Keiko surprises him with a hug to his neck. She clings onto him as if he was her lifeline as he mutters something in his ear.

“Thank you for saving me hero.” Hawks finally lets his tears fall.

Reader’s POV

After waking up, you found yourself lying in a hospital bed. Your body felt heavy, you desperately needed to pee, and your throat was parched. You looked around and see your daughter was asleep in a couch near your bed. There was a small bouquet of flowers in your nightstand, but what surprised you the most was the warm, calloused hands that held your left hand; the very same hands that you held years ago. Keigo was asleep.

You ran your hands softly in his hair, a small habit you used to do when he came home utterly exhausted. Hawks stirred in his sleep before opening his eyes. Honey orbs met yours as you felt a smile form on your face.

“Good morning to you too, Kei.”

“Chealsey, oh thank god.” He leapt up from his spot on your bed then embraced you. The hug made you wince but you could’ve cared less. You missed him, you craved for his warmth for years and you never thought you’d ever feel him again. Now he was finally here…

You felt tears fall to your cheeks as you formed apologies in your lips. Hawks merely shushed you as he held you in his arms, “It’s okay, I understand. I know everything.” You clutched his shirt as you sobbed in his chest, letting go all pain and misery you’ve been holding in for years. He kisses your tears away, letting you release all your pent up emotions. He was just glad he had you in his arms once again.

Keiko woke up from her sleep, looking at the two of you in a mess of tangled limbs and tears. “Huh?” she mumbled. “Mommy, why are you crying? What’s going on?”

You both let out a laugh, sharing the same thought. There was going to be a lot to explaining to do.

A/N: fINALLY!! The ending is here! Hope ya’ll liked it everyone ≧(´▽｀)≦ this is unedited and i might do so when i wake up the next day lol. tysm for the love ya’ll gave this ficlet and im sorry for the wait.

#hawks x y/n #hawks x reader #bnha hawks #bnha fanfiction #mha hawks #bnha #mha #mha x you #keigo takami #keigo #keigo x reader

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lakesandquarries · 3 years

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Tangled Up - Chapter One

for I am a tardigrade, and I'll stay at home

Benrey's spent 26 years living in a tower - 27, tomorrow. When a thief breaks into his tower, he finds his chance to escape and takes it.

Alternatively: Tangled, but the AI is self aware.

(featuring art by @kenas-artstuff )

Notes: check ao3 for warnings and tags! “kane radio” is just gordon using a fake name. fic title from “tangled up” by caro emerald, chapter title from “tardigrade song” by cosmo sheldrake.

Happy valentines day!!! hope you enjoy <3

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This is not the first time Kane’s come to tied up. It’s not even the first time this week. However, it is the first time he’s come to tied up with ropes made of human hair, and the first time he’s come to with a fucking raccoon shoving its nose in his ear.

So maybe he screams a little. Anyone would! It’s a reasonable reaction.

The hair around his wrists is a shiny blue-black, tough when he pulls at it. Is all hair like that? Is it one of those things that’s fragile individually but super tough all together? Seems like it, because it’s not even budging.

He’s so caught up that he doesn’t notice the person in the shadows until they’re holding out a crowbar, tilting up his chin.

“Yo,” they say, quiet and monotone. “You’re not supposed to be here.”

Kane screams again.

They’re weird looking. Pale, really pale, to the point that Kane wonders if something is wrong with them, and with a dark shadow around their eyes like a bruise that makes him sure. They’ve got on a long dress, all dark blues and lace and fancy embroidery, the kind of thing you’d either have to be rich to buy or have a lot of spare time to make. Their eyes are a bright, bright yellow, almost glowing, sclera a pale blue, and their hair is the same blue-black as the hair around Kane’s wrists - oh, it’s the same hair, isn’t it? Fuck, it’s long.

“You’re not supposed to be here,” the guy says again. “You got, uh. ID? Passport?”

“Passport?” This is - this is insane. This cannot be happening. “What the fuck,” he mumbles, repeating it to himself a few times, “what the fuck, who - who are you?”

The man tilts his head up with his crowbar. "No, no. I asked you first. You're in my house, I ask the questions." His eyes narrow, almost translucent in the light. "What're you doing here? How'd you find me? You gonna steal shit?" His hand goes to his hair, tugging on the blue-black strands. "Gonna steal my hair?"

"Steal your - why would I steal your hair?" The crowbar is cold against his throat, pressing harder every time he speaks. "And aside from that, I'm not here to steal anything. I thought this place was empty so I could use it for - as a shelter! Happy now?" His tone stays steady, confident even, but his hands clutch at the armrests desperately.

“You - huh?” The crowbar pulls back, just enough that Kane’s head can drop, and he sucks in a deep breath while he still can. The crowbar moves away entirely for a moment, as the stranger steps aside to have a whispered conversation with his pet raccoon.

Yeah, this day is weird enough for that to seem normal. Between stealing the prince’s royal helmet, ditching his partner, getting chased by a guard dog, and now this - it’s certainly been a day.

While the guy’s busy, Kane glances around, taking in the sights of the tower. It’s small. Homey. There’s a bed, a kitchen, a couch, bookshelves full of video games and a handful of books. The walls are covered, floor to ceiling, in paintings. When he looks up he realizes it’s not just the walls, the ceiling is painted too. Even the furniture has tiny doodles and carvings in it.

The crowbar slides against his throat again, cutting off his train of thought. "Is it just you?” the stranger asks. “No, uh. Backup? Not gonna...." he trails off, looking at his raccoon again, then back to Kane. "Who are you?"

He gives the man the best smile he can manage, under the circumstances, and says, “I’m Kane. Kane Radio.”

“Kane,” the man repeats. There’s a long pause where the two of them just stare at each other, before he finally adds, “Benrey.” Suddenly he tugs on his hair, pulling Kane closer to him and pushing the crowbar aside. “I wanna make a deal with you.”

“Uhh, yeah, could you get me out of your...hair, first? If that is your hair.” He doesn’t have time to make deals, and he doesn’t like the way Benrey repeated his name. Could he….? No, there’s no way. Kane’s been careful to erase any trace of Gordon Freeman. Of all people to blow his secret it’s not gonna be some random hermit living in a tower. He swallows, appreciating the lack of metal at his throat. “To be honest, I’d rather -”

Aaaand there goes the crowbar again. Shouldn’t have gotten confident. "You're lucky I'm gonna let you leave," Benrey says, voice low. Suddenly he doesn't seem like just a weird guy in a tower. Suddenly he seems like a threat. A choked yelp claws out of Kane’s throat as Benrey tugs on his hair again, pulling Kane close enough that he can see his unnaturally sharp teeth. "Wanna try that again?"

He barely processes the words, focused on the man - man?? - in front of him, the sharp teeth and glowing eyes and the crowbar pressing his throat shut, or maybe that’s just anxiety. It occurs to him that maybe this guy isn’t human.

His smile is nowhere near its usual confidence, but he tries to grin anyway. “S-so, uh, what...what was that deal? Benrey?”

Benrey’s face splits into a grin, and suddenly he’s just...a guy again. A weird guy! A weird, unsettling guy, with eyes that are too bright and teeth that are too sharp and hair that is way too long, but a guy. The crowbar is lowered and Benrey steps back, clambering up his fireplace and pulling back a red curtain. Behind it is...a painting? Still semi-fresh, from the looks of it, in the same style that all the other paintings are. This one depicts the floating lanterns they do for the prince's birthday. There’s all sorts of colors, blue and silver and pink and green, and below the sky is a hill with a small figure on it with long black hair.

"You know what these are?" he asks, pointing a finger at a pink light.

Kane exhales slowly. Benrey’s gonna push that crowbar against him again any second now, so he might as well enjoy breathing while he can. Fuck, he’d almost rather go back outside and deal with the guard dog that chased him here. “Yeah,” he says, voice shaking, and he clears his throat before he continues. “The lanterns for the lost prince.” Is Benrey fucking with him? Everyone knows the lanterns. Kane’s never even been to a lantern ceremony himself but he still knows what they are. He’d need a serious head injury to forget that, and while his head hurts a bit it’s certainly not that bad.

Benrey does not seem to be fucking with him, because he does a little cheer and fist pump. “I knew they weren’t stars,” he mumbles to himself, before turning back to Kane. Louder, he says, "I want you to take me there. To see 'em." He pulls the curtain back over and jumps down from the mantle, landing on the floor with a heavy thud. "Think you can manage that? Just there and back and I don't, uh. Y'know." He glances at the window. Kane follows his gaze, picturing Benrey launching his body out of it, and shudders. "Pretty good deal, I think."

Kane’s breath comes out in a panicked hiss.”W-well, that's not really a good idea right now, since I shouldn’t show my face in the kingdom right now considering I -" oh shit. "Oh shit. My satchel! Where is my satchel?!"

Benrey raises an eyebrow, smirking at him. “Oh, the bag thingy? I hid it. Mine now.” His smug face is the most infuriating thing Kane has ever seen, and he’d be throwing a punch if he wasn’t fucking tied to a chair. Benrey continues, "If you want it, you gotta earn it. You take me to the lanterns, I give you your satchel. Deal?"

Hid it. He said he hid it, so it’s….somewhere in here, probably, and once Kane realizes that it’s easy to figure out. He nods his head at a flowerpot. “It’s in there, huh?”

Benrey raises the crowbar again.

Oh, shit. “W-wait, no no no, no need to hit me!” He shuts his eyes, wishing he could move his arms to protect himself. He does not need any more head trauma, thank you very much.

This guy really won’t hesitate to kill him, huh? This stupid deal is his only real option. Kane sighs, keeping his eyes shut. "L-look, I'll keep my eyes shut like this? And you can hide my satchel somewhere else. No peeking. I'll agree to the deal. Just - my head already feels like splitting."

A pause. Kane almost considers opening his eyes but keeps them shut. Finally he hears Benrey’s voice again. “No peeking,” he repeats. There’s a series of shuffling noises, bare feet and raccoon claws against the floor, and then a moment later: “Okay. You can open your eyes.”

The satchel is nowhere to be seen, without even a hint to where it might be hiding. He sighs, head dropping forward before he looks up at Benrey again. "If I'm gonna agree to this, let me ask at least one question. Why do you wanna see them so badly, and why would you need an escort for that?"

Benrey’s face goes blank. “Uhhhh,” is all he says, followed by a long pause, leaving Kane worried he broke him somehow, but finally Benrey continues. "That's, uh. None of your business. 's just - it's, uh, dangerous. Out there. For me. Need a....need a guide."

Huh. Sheltered, maybe? Benrey seems...well, a little off, to be blunt. He can’t be much younger than Kane is, but he doesn’t even know about the lanterns. Overprotective parent seems a likely answer, but whatever the reason, now’s not the time to pry. “Alright, yeah, none of my business. Okay. We go see the lanterns, come back, you give me the satchel, yeah? Deal?”

“Deal,” Benrey agrees.

“Okay. Does that mean you can untie me now?”

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The thing about spending 27 years in a tower, knowing that this is where you’re going to spend your entire life, is that when you get the option to leave it’s kind of the scariest thing imaginable.

Kane’s already climbed down, leaning against a tree while Benrey stands on the ledge. Physically, he’s ready. He’s got his hair wrapped around the lever, ready to swing down, ready to go, to get out of the stupid fucking tower and out into the real world, except -

Except -

“You are never leaving this tower.” Zeki’s hands are on his shoulder, nails digging in. “Do you understand?”

Benrey reaches back, trying to grab at the closet. “But -”

“The outside world isn’t safe for you. You aren’t safe for it. If you went outside, you know what would happen?”

“Huh?”

“Look at you.” She grabs his hand roughly, pulling him over to the mirror. “They’ll take one look at you, and they’ll know, and then what? You’ll fight back. You’ll hurt people. You’re dangerous.”

It’s nothing new, but. He thinks about the man he has stuffed into his closet. He didn’t hurt him. He’ll be fine! “But -”

“This isn’t up for discussion. You. Are not. Leaving. Ever. Do you understand me or not?”

He stares at the mirror, looking between himself and Zeki. She’s looked the same as long as he can remember, brown hair always pulled into a bun and dark green eyes, pale skin but not in the same way Benrey is pale. She’s human. He’s not. And she’s right, that anyone who looks at him is gonna know. That’s why he’s up here, where it’s safe. Where no one can hurt him. And, more importantly, where he can’t hurt anyone else.

“I understand,” Benrey mumbles.

“Good.”

“I, uh. I thought of - I came up with something better. For a, uh. Birthday thingy.”

Zeki turns away from the mirror, towards Benrey. “Oh?”

“You got me that - the paint. Last year. The white one?”

“That’s a long trip,” she says, pursing her lips.

“I won’t ask about the. The stars. Or going outside. Or anything of that. I’ll, uh -” He glances at the dresser, the one where she keeps her lab coat. “I’ll make up for it.”

There’s a glint in her eyes, sharp like her favourite knife. “Fine. I’ll get you the paint.” Her face softens as she places a hand on Benrey’s head. “I’m only doing this to protect you.”

“I know,” he mumbles, as she steps away to gather her things. “I know.”

“Benrey?” Kane yells. “Are you gonna move or what?”

He jumps.

The fall is intense. Wind in his hair, sun on his face, watching the ground get closer - oh that’s close. Oh that’s very close. He stops just a few inches off the ground, hesitating once again. There’s no going back from this. The grass is so much greener than he expected, bright and shiny in the sun, drops of dew still lingering, and before he can spiral further he puts his foot down. When nothing happens - no monster appears, no pit opens up and swallows him - he puts both feet on the ground, the blades of grass tickling him.

A quick tug, and he pulls his hair down from the lever, watching it fall to the ground, and then joins it. The grass is still damp underneath him, but the sun above is warm. He’s getting covered in dew and dirt and bits of grass and he can’t find it in him to care, busy savoring the feeling he’s dreamed of for so long.

It’s not until he stands up that he realizes the bulk on his hair landed directly on Kane. He starts shoving hair aside, Jefferem lending a set of tiny hands as extra help. “You good?” Benrey asks, as Kane’s head becomes visible.

Kane huffs, struggling to stand. “Apart from being attacked by your mane, yeah, I'm fine. Can you help me out?”

Benrey holds out an arm. Pulling Kane up proves easier than he thought, and he pulls a little too hard, almost slamming Kane into him, the two of them pressed together for a moment before Kane coughs and steps back. Benrey takes a moment to half-heartedly brush some dirt and grass out of his hair and off his clothes, looking at Kane. “Guide time?”

Kane blinks at him, not bothering to clean off his clothing. “Uh - yeah. Guide time. Let’s go!” His steps are loud as he walks away.

Benrey’s footsteps are almost inaudible as he follows, crowbar gripped tight in his hands. The initial adrenaline is starting to fade, doubt settling in. Maybe this was a bad idea. It’s not too late to turn around and go back.

He shakes his head. Lost in his own thoughts, he’s fallen behind, and he has to sprint to catch up. Hoping not to zone out again, he starts talking, letting the first thing he can think of fall out of his mouth. “The lights - the lanterns. You said they were for a...prince?”

They enter a small stone tunnel as Kane answers. His voice is soft. “Every year, on the prince’s birthday, the kings - and the whole kingdom - release a swarm of lanterns,” he explains, voice echoing. It turns theatrical as he continues. “See, their little boy was snatched away as a baby, by an evil wizard! Or...something like that, at least. They’re hoping the lanterns will bring him back.”

“On his birthday?” Benrey echoes. Weird coincidence. A moment passes while Benrey busies himself with touching the walls of the tunnel. “And they still haven’t found him? Why’re they still doing the lanterns if it doesn’t work?”

Kane’s voice is softer, more subdued when he responds. "The kings still have hope that their baby boy will return someday. It's a very human thing in my opinion."

Ah. Human thing. That explains why Benrey doesn’t understand.

Kane pokes his head through the ivy, waiting a moment before ducking back and lifting it to let Benrey through. “We’re clear.”

Raising an eyebrow, Benrey repeats, “Clear?” Is something following them, or is Kane just paranoid? Or maybe Benrey is reading too much into things. Maybe it’s normal to check for stuff like that. Not like he would know.

"Ah - well, I told you earlier, didn't I? The kingdom and I aren't... quite buddy buddy at the moment." As they walk, he keeps looking around, eyes darting back and forth. "But don't worry, it shouldn't be a big problem for our objective."

Oh. Maybe he should’ve paid more attention to what Kane was saying earlier. Too late for that now, though. “So I was right? You a little - thief boy, huh? Stealing shit?” It’s mostly a guess, but he can’t picture this guy doing any real crime. His satchel probably had some stolen shit in it and that’s why he wants it back so bad. Well, better to team up with a criminal than a guard or something, considering all the rules Benrey’s breaking.

“Why do you keep insisting I steal shit?” Kane asks, looking away from Benrey. He doesn’t even give him time to answer, immediately following it with, “Hey, you hungry?”

Immediately changing the subject, huh? Now that’s suspicious. Admittedly he is a little hungry, and curious about where they’d be getting food out here. “Only if you’re not gonna steal it.”

Kane’s mouth screws up, eyes narrowing with a scoff. “I know a good place to get food. On our way, too. My friend works there.”

Oh shit, other people. He hesitates a moment before nodding. “Sure. Sure, yeah.”

Kane squints at him again. “You're not really an outside person huh? Have you...Have you ever been outside before?”

Damn, okay, just gonna straight up ask. Benrey opens his mouth to answer and then stops. “You answer my question first.” He’s not looking at Kane as he talks, eyes on the road ahead.

A groan in response, and then, “Fine, neither of us get an answer, then.” Kane picks up his pace, quickly getting ahead of Benrey.

“Someone’s grumpy,” Benrey mutters, rushing to catch up again. Kane’s anger surprises him. “I don’t care if you are. I’m breaking like....every rule possible just being here.” He pauses, scuffing at the dirt. “‘s all cool. Y’know. Be gay, do crime.”

Kane bursts into laughter, stopping in the road for a second. “Real rebel, huh?” he asks, shooting Benrey a grin that he returns nervously. “Fitting, then, for you to break out with a thief.”

Benrey’s grin widens, delighted. “Hah! I was right.”

“Yeah, yeah, congratulations, Blueberry.” The smile twists at the corners, as Kane leans closer to Benrey. “But that means we’re in my business now. So what about yours? You said you're breaking every rule right now. So... you weren't allowed outside that tower for some reason?”

That same empty expression makes a return as Benrey freezes. Twirling a strand of hair around his fingers, he clears his throat, forcing himself to start moving again. Walked right into that one, huh? And he’s not a coward, he’s not gonna refuse to answer after he finally got Kane to admit something. “Yeah,” he mumbles. “I, uh. Yeah. Not allowed. Very not allowed.”

If Zeki knew what he was doing right now - she’d kill him. Worse than kill him. Beside him, Kane’s gaze is soft, head tilted and eyebrows furrowed.

“Well…” he starts, “sometimes, you just gotta do what feels right, even if it hurts or makes someone mad. Trust me on that, I know from experience.” To punctuate his last words, he nudges against Benrey’s arm, almost affectionate. Benrey jumps for a second, hand darting to touch the spot Kane had brushed against, almost expecting it to feel different somehow. But no, it’s just his arm.

“Experience,” he repeats quietly. “Uh, yeah. I mean - I’m here.”

“That you are, Mr. Independent.”

#hlvrai #half life vr but the ai is self aware #benrey #gordon feetman #frenrey #benrey hlvrai #cora writes #tangled au #tangled up #adventures of cora

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bokutos-eyebrows · 4 years

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Reactions Pt. 2

THIS TOOK so long to find motivation for I am so sorry lmfaoooooo BUT I have a steady plan for part 3 which will come soon! <3 thanks for ur patience guys :))))

Poly Tsukkiyama x Fem! Reader

Word Count:1,334

Warnings: NSFW 18+

“Y/n, I really don’t get what you’re trying to do.” Tsukishima finally turned to face you.

“It’s okay,” You grabbed his hand encouragingly, “Because I feel the same as you.”

“What are you-”

“Kei, I know you love me. I have never once doubted that. And I wholeheartedly love you, too.” You stated, cutting Tsukki off, “ But I also know that you and Tadashi have been in each other's lives for a long time.”

“Fine.”

“What?”

Tsukishima sighed, running his fingers through his hair. He knew it was better to tell you everything he felt rather than try to keep it in.

“I have had some minor feelings for Tadashi since highschool. Well, maybe they developed before then, but that was when I accepted them for the first time.” He started to go red.

“I had always thought that they were just background noise in my mind, he’s my best friend of course I have special feelings for him. And then you came along, and I wondered if I had mixed up my feelings.” Tsukki continued. “And then I got to see both of you together every day, and I’m so happy with you, but something did feel missing for the longest time.”

“And the missing link is him.” You put a hand on his shoulder, “I feel the same way. I didn’t realize it at first either until this morning.”

You relayed the events of the coffee shop, and your lunch with Yamaguchi to Tsukki. Making sure to detail your feelings toward the cute freckled boy as well. You and your boyfriend had always been honest and open when communicating with each other and this time was no different.

“I saw you both at lunch today. I felt so jealous I couldn’t be there with you two.” Tsukishima murmured.

You giggled, “Well, I’m glad that I brought this up tonight. I love you, and I’m so happy you feel comfortable enough to confide all this to me.” Kei hummed in agreement.

“So,” you fiddled with Kei’s fingers. “What do you want to do?”

“I want to be with you, y/n. And if you are comfortable with it, I want to include Tadashi in our relationship.”

“I want that too.”

“How are we going to approach him with this whole mess y/n? Tadashi is a little feint of heart; we can’t just attack him with our feelings.”

“Well, we better figure it out now, he’s coming over tomorrow.” You and Tsukki pondered how to introduce Tadashi to the idea that you both liked him. Did he even feel the same? What if he only likes Tsukki in that way? You worried slightly.

“You know, Yams was my first kiss.” Tsukki muttered, trying to lighten the mood after sensing your unease.

“WHAT?”

“Yeah, we did that whole ‘let’s practice so we’ll be ready for our actual first kisses’ thing.” Tsukishima put his hand over his face in embarrassment, internally cringing. You laughed, relieved that the confrontation had gone well, and that your boyfriend trusted you enough to confide in you.

“If it makes you feel better, I definitely fantasized about a threesome with you two when we first met.”

“Oh really,” Tsukki grabbed your hips, pushing you against the counter lightly. “I may have done the same thing…” You felt his growing length press up against your stomach. “I’d love to see what you look like with Tadashi in your mouth while I fuck you.”

“I wasn’t expecting this reaction,” You moaned as Tsukishima started kissing your neck.“You got excited fast, Kei, how often did you dream of the three of us together hmm?” You teased.

“Am I not allowed to lust after the two people I love?” He murmured in your ear. You reached down and started palming Tsukki’s hard crotch. He sucked on your neck as he slithered his fingers towards the waistband of your pants. Your breath hitched as you felt him lower his hand fully into your pants.

Ready to feel the pleasure of Kei’s fingers, you close your eyes in anticipation and spread your legs. The tips of his fingers slowly started massaging your clit, sending shivers up your spine. Tsukishima left wet kisses on your shoulder before opening his mouth to speak. You prepared yourself for whatever smart ass remark he was going to say about how wet you were, when his phone rang.

“Ah, it’s the man of the hour.” Tsukki said, checking the caller ID. He kept rubbing circles on your clit as he picked up the phone. “Hello?”

“Ahhh hi Tsukki! I’m sorry I’m calling so late, I just wondered if you and y/n wanted anything specific from the store for tomorrow. I can pick something up on my way over.”

“Oh, yeah y/n told me you were coming, let me put the phone on speaker.” Tsukishima turned to you, hand still down your pants, fingers creeping closer to your entrance.

“Kei, I swear to god.” You hissed.

“What was that y/n?”

“N-Nothing, hi Tadashi,” you stammered as Tsukkis fingers rubbed your slit. “Uhm, Tsukki and I can make lunch if you want to bring drinks? I-I’m ah.” You covered your mouth as Tsukishima’s fingers entered you, rubbing your weakest spots.

“Drinks sound good! I’ll get some soju and strawberry lemonade!” On the other side of the line. Yamaguchi could sense something was up. Why is y/n whispering..and Tsukki seems to be in a good mood… He tried not to let his thoughts wander somewhere they shouldn’t.

“Thanks Tadashi.” Tsukki spoke over your muffled voice, “See you tomorrow.”

“Yes! Have a good night.” Yamaguchi heard Tsukki set the phone down on the counter, forgetting to press ‘end call’. He knew he should probably be the one to hang up but, he let his curiosity take over.

You and Tsukki’s voices were muffled. Tadashi strained to hear bits and pieces of the conversation.

“Kei! What if he had heard…”

“You would have liked that huh….” Tsukishima teased, “If everything goes right tomorrow, he’ll be hearing this often anyways…”

If what happens tomorrow? Tadashi’s eyes widened, just what are they talking about???? He was ripped from his thoughts as he heard you moan out in pleasure. Yamaguchi felt his heart racing as he listened to your seductive calls for Tsukki.

“Please, enough teasing, take me now.” He heard you demand the tall blonde.

“You want to get fucked on the counter y/n? Pretty naughty of you, but if that’s really what you want…”

“Yes! Oh fuck”

Yamaguchi’s face went red as he realized the gravity of the situation he was in. His two best friends were having sex, and he could hear it all over the still live call. He knew he shouldn’t be getting hard, but he couldn’t help it. By the time he snapped back to reality, his length was fully erect.

The next few moments were a blur for poor Yamaguchi. Thank god he was in the privacy of his bedroom. He lied in bed, dick in hand, pleasuring himself to the accidental voyeurism of his friends.

“Kei, harder! Aaaugn..” Yamaguchi could hear the slapping of skin as Tsukishima railed into you. Your moans were like music to his ears as he stroked himself.

“I can’t wait to share you with Tadashi, y/n, you’re so fucking hot when you get fucked like this.” A small gasp slipped out of Yams’ throat as he suddenly came with one last pump of his hand. The mere thought of sharing you with Tsukki pushed him over the edge.

“Ahn, did you hear that?” Tadashi’s eyes widened as he quickly hung up the phone, praying neither of you noticed. Struggling to catch his breath, he cleaned up the mess he made with his release. Then, the big realization hit him.

WAIT

Hold the fucking phone…

Tsukki said out loud, “share you with Tadashi” to y/n….

Yamaguchi’s eyes widened, heart suddenly palpitating in shock as his mind raced.

What the hell is going on?????

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emluvsevermore · 3 years

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Him (40’s stucky)

{ rb is great, but do not repost somewhere else without credit to me. do not steal my work }

originally posted on Wattpad. you can find my whole collection of stucky one-shots there. username is @/thatenbywitch107

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"I'll be back," Bucky said, ruffling Steve's hair. "Don't worry."

"Bucky, it's war. I have a right to worry."

The newly drafted soldier tried to fake a smile, but his boyfriend saw right through it. Luckily, he had the perfect thing to cheer him up.

Steve pulled a small metal object out of his pocket. He held it out to Bucky, who took it.

"What's this?" he said, inspecting it. It was a seemingly blank dog tag, save for three symbols pressed into the metal: S + B.

"Do you like it? I figured a picture of me would be too risky, and this way, you can make up any girls name that starts with S—,"

He was cut off by Bucky crushing him in a hug. Steve tried to hold the tears back but gave up when he heard Bucky sniffling. They held each other as they broke down. Bucky pressed his nose into Steve's hair, eyes squeezed shut. He hated crying, but it was an almost inevitable action. In a few minutes, he would be leaving the best part of his life behind to fend for himself in a city full of danger and disease. Meanwhile, he would be off fighting in a war that he didn't actually want to fight, with a slim chance of returning.

"Bucky... you need to go."

He shook his head profusely. "No..."

"Buck," Steve's voice cracked. "I'll be okay."

The brunette shook with emotion, but slowly pulled out of the embrace. He tucked the tag into his front pocket before turning back to Steve. He held his face in his hands. The couple shared a kiss mixed with salty tears.

Bucky pulled away only slightly, so that their lips still brushed when he spoke. "I love you, Stevie."

"I love you, too, Bucky."

///

He tucked behind a tree. Knowing his chances of survival were close to none, Bucky pulled out the dog tags that were tucked beneath his uniform. He ran his fingers over the extra tag on the chain, feeling the gentle bumps of the 'S + B'.

A bullet flew by, mere inches from Bucky's ear. He aimed his gun, but another soldier in his unit put a hand on his arm and shook his head.

"It's not worth it, Barnes. We're surrounded."

Hesitantly, Bucky lowered his gun to the ground. He held up his hands in surrender, as did the remaining soldiers of the 107th.

///

He was tossed into a dark, muddy cell with several of his comrades.

"We'll get out of here, men. Don't worry," Bucky said, trying his best to be a leader. He clutched the dog tags in his hand.

Yet months went by, and one by one, the men were dragged off. They never returned. Bucky spent his time reading and re-reading the words and numbers on his tags, spending extra time on the one from Steve.

This went on until one day, a German soldier approached the cell. He looked around until he landed on Bucky. He pointed. "You. Up."

///

When Bucky awoke, he was cold and in pain. He tried to sit up, but a strap over his chest and arms pinned him down.

Looking around him, he found that he was in a lab room of some sort. It was dark, so he couldn't make out much, but he seemed to be alone. That didn't last long.

A door clanged open, and three men walked in. Bucky didn't recognize any of them. They spoke amongst each other in German, before one walked up to the table that Bucky laid on. He was a rather short, middle-aged man, with round glasses.

"Trial number 310," he spoke in a thick accent, reading off of a clipboard. "James Buchanan Barnes, 26. Good history of health. Let's hope this one works."

He squinted when a bright lamp above the table was switched on. Before he could realize what was happening, a needle was pressed into his foremen. Within two minutes, he was passed out.

Apparently, "this one" did work, because Bucky remained on that table for another two weeks. At various points in the day, he was poked, prodded, and injected. They didn't always put him under for the tests. When those times came, Bucky forced himself to remember, despite the hunger and pain eating away at him. He ran through what he had memorized; his ID numbers, his full name, his station. Most importantly, he remembered Steve.

Steven Grant Rogers. 25, born and raised in Brooklyn. The best damn artist I've ever known. My boyfriend.

Steven Rogers. Brooklyn. Artist. Boyfriend.

Steve. Artist. Boyfriend.

Steve. Boyfriend.

Steve.

Steve?

///

He mumbled the codes. He had long since forgotten what they meant, but he knew they were important.

S. That one letter rang out in his mind, but he didn't know why.

The metal door swung open once again.

No. No, not again, he thought. One more round and I'll forget him completely. S- Steph? Sam?

But his confusion shifted when he saw the man that approached the table this time. He was different, but familiar.

That's not him, is it? No, it can't be—

"Bucky?"

Oh, shit, it's him.

"S- Steve? Steve."

The blond undid the straps and helped Bucky off the table. He took in his boyfriend, although he couldn't quite believe what he was seeing.

Steve spoke first. "I thought you were dead."

"I thought you were smaller."

The world was at war around them, but the reunited couple stood there, smiling like twitterpated idiots.

"Steve," Bucky cried as he collapsed into his boyfriend's impressive biceps. What the hell happened to the skinny kid he had left behind?

"I've got you, Buck. I'm here." Steve pressed a kiss to Bucky's forehead. "Can you walk?"

"Um—,"

Steve scooped him up anyways. "We need to go."

He ran out of the room with his exhausted boyfriend in his arms. Bucky rested his head against Steve's chest.

"I missed you, Stevie."

Steve glanced down, his expression warm and full of emotion. "I missed you, too, Bucky."

He kissed his forehead once more before continuing at full speed out of the building, and back into the battle.

///

*One week later*

Side by side, they walked into the base. There was applause was the other soldiers realized what was going on.

Agent Carter and Colonel Phillips approached them. As Steve filled them in, Bucky glanced around. Something about the cheering bothered Bucky. None of these men gave a damn about Steve before he got all big and strong. And then all of the sudden, he was a celebrity.

"Hey!" he yelled. "Let's hear it for Captain America!"

And there it was, even louder this time. This support was for Captain America, not Steve Rogers.

Bucky stepped forward so that he was right next to Steve. He took his hand, causing Steve to turn his attention back to him. They shared an affectionate smile.

///

Later that day, Steve and Bucky were alone in a private cabin. Steve had explained their relationship to Peggy and she had sorted it all out.

They sat on the couch in their favorite cuddling position, with one straddling the other, arms wrapped around each other. Except this time, their usual roles were swapped. For one, Bucky was now smaller than Steve, so it made more sense. Two, Bucky needed a little extra comfort. It had only been a week since he got out of the torturous room.

So, Bucky sat on Steve's lap with his face nestled in his neck. They were both exhausted, so Bucky simply placed slow, lazy kisses on Steve's soft skin. In return, Steve traced his fingers up and down Bucky's back.

"How are you feeling, doll?" Steve asked.

"Like I just came back from hell." They were quiet for a moment. "Steve?"

"Mhm?"

"I just want you to know, that you're the most important person in my life. I don't think I would've survived back there if I didn't have thoughts of you keeping me alive. You're a hero to the whole country now. I don't know exactly what this means for us, but I do know that... that even before, when you were skinny little Steve... you were my hero. I don't think I tell you often enough how much I appreciate you."

Steve hugged Bucky even tighter. "I won't let anything happen to you again, or to us. I'm with you till the end of the line."

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