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aphroditedahlias · 3 years

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Bully bakugou

Tittle : the last time ( part 4)

Tw noncon, kidnapping, slight somno? Not really. Stalking mention, and impact play? Yeah that’s it I think

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Reader is female. Ngl I kind of lost motivation to write, series are honestly hella tiring but 3 more chapter and it’s done so I’m pulling through lmao.

This is a pretty short chapter but anyways

Intro

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4 reblogs welcome

When you wake up, there’s smoke everywhere and you can barely breathe.

You can hear grunting in your ear and hot pain shoots through you, starting at your core and making you jolt forward.

“ Stay the fuck still.” Katsuki practically moans in your ear.

You’re scared to move and you can almost feel yourself about to throw up, looking out of the corner of your eye you see Kirishima.

There's him and a couple of other guys awkwardly looking at each other, trying to avoid looking bakugous way.

“ aww, what’s the matter, guys? Don’t wanna see her get fucked dumb by her owner? Kiri told me how hard you guys were staring at her tits so why aren’t you looking? Too fucking scared?” He groans

He’s bouncing you in his lap, making you take all of him unprepared.

You can hear how wet you are every time he forces you down.

“ cmon guys, I know you wanna look just take a peek it’s ok.” He says a loudly

It’s been 45 minutes of overstimulating pounding and for the 3rd time, you pass out.

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It’s been a few days since you’ve seen bakugou.

After being put on display and being used as bait for Bakugou to beat the shit out of your classmates, you’ve decided to stay home for a couple of days.

Your phone has been blowing up with threats from katsuki, you’ve tried ignoring him but he just gets his friends to do the same.

You ultimately decide to listen to the voice messages and delete them as you go but it’s 2 am when you’re down to the last 3 so you’re eyes are barely open.

Your lids are heavy, your mouth agape as you let out the 3rd.yarn in the last 5 minutes. So, finally, you drift off.

Bakugous been watching you, silly ole you thinking he would let you be alone. The cameras he had installed while you were at his house made sure he’d always be able to see his baby.

But he no longer wants to see you over a camera.

So here he is, standing over you. Watching your chest lightly fall as you breathe, your phone slipping out of your hand as you shift in your sleep to get more comfortable.

You won’t be needing your phone, he’ll take care of that for you.

He caresses your face and blood rushes to his lower parts.

You look so pretty like this.

Next thing he knows, you’re Leah are hooked around his waist and he’s carrying you back to his house.

Your new home.

You wake up with him panting above you as he strokes himself hard and fast.

Your larks and legs are bound and there’s tape over your mouth, preventing you from doing more than muffling out a blood-curdling scream.

“ mm started without you sorry baby you just look so fucking good.” He grunts.

His eyes switching from your face down to your tits and it’s only then done you realize that you’re stripped naked.

His hands reach out to grope your tits and you start to struggle, pulling against the rope causing your skin to burn a little.

A blunt smack to your face has tears quickly running down your cheeks.

He slapped you.

“ Stay the fuck still. I didn’t tell you to move, let me have this you selfish bitch. I gave you your space and time to come back on your own, you made this happen now sit still before I split your fucking head open.” He grunts.

His hips are stuttering and he’s not trying to hold back his moans, letting himself whine and grunt as loud as possible.

He pants, slapping your tits around and landing generous amounts of his spit fall onto your face missing with your tears until your a sloppy mess.

He cums with an obnoxiously loud moan, painting your chest with his sticky white load slightly overstimulating himself by jerking himself a while longer at the sight of you covered in him.

Your joints are tired and your head is still ringing from the bruising slap to your cheek.

He leans down and kisses you as you start to blackout once again.

“ enjoy your sleep, this is the last time you’ll be doing something without permission.”

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#tw dark content #cw dark content #mha smut #tw dacryphilia #tw non con #tw noncon #yandere mha x reader #yandere mha #yandere katsuki x reader #yandere bakugo katsuki #yandere bakugou #tw kidnapping #tw impact play #tw yandere #tw exhibitionism #tw stalking

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saeyoungchoismaid · 3 years

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warm milk tea with honey

Pairing: Satan x gn!reader Genre: fluff? angst if you squint Warnings: creepy perverts but it’s okay your knight in shining amour appears Summary: You meet a certain magical fellow when he helps you out of a bad situation. Word Count: 1.4k words A/N: I wanted to make it gn but ngl taking out “that’s my girl” at the end hurt my soul. Also I never actually say Satan’s name so this could literally just be a Howl’s Moving Castle fic lmao Listen to the Howl’s Moving Castle theme music while you read for a better experience!! It’s literally so pretty oh my god

You sigh as you place your final hat of the day down. You massage your hands and wrists before rubbing at your dry, tired eyes as another sigh escapes past your lips. Standing from your old, rickety chair, you stretch your arms above your head and flinch when you hear the loud cracks and pops. You sigh for a third time and drop your arms, pulling on one of your favorite hats you’ve made after grabbing your bag before heading out of the shop.

You walk down the street and smile at people when they greet you, your own voice soft with your returned greetings. Your eyes flicker this way and that, in awe of the decorations and the big parade going on. Seeing as how the main roads are closed for the parade and there are big crowds covering them to enjoy it, you decide to take some back alleyways and streets to get to your destination. You pull the paper from your bag and check the address, trying to make sure you’re going the right way.

As you’re looking down at it and mumbling to yourself about where the building could possibly be and a couple of ‘am I lost?’s, you suddenly bump into something hard. You let out a grunt and take a step back, assuming you had run into a wall. To your surprise, it’s actually a soldier with a sleazy smile on his face.

“Hey, it looks like a little mouse lost its way,” he coos, starting to smirk down at you. This is when you realize just how much bigger he is than you.

“Oh, no. I’m not lost,” you lie, trying not to stutter or show any fear. That’s what he wants. Fear.

“This little mouse looks thirsty,” he continues, placing his hand on the wall beside your head, caging you in, “We should take them for a drink.”

We? “No thank you. I have someone waiting for me,” you reply, trying to excuse yourself. You try to back away from the man only to bump into another. You turn to find another man with a thick mustache staring down at you with a look in his eyes that you don’t like.

“They’re pretty cute for a mouse,” he all but purrs, his eyes roaming up and down your figure.

“How old are you anyway? You live around here?” the first man asks, his eyes also leisurely taking you in. You cross your arms over your chest as if you’re naked and he can see you, your heart starting to beat harder against your ribs at his intrusive gaze and questions.

“Leave me alone,” you snap, moving away from both of the perverts.

“You see? Your mustache scares all the good ones,” the blond teases the second soldier, a light laugh escaping him.

“So? I think they’re even cuter when they’re scared,” the man coos back in response, not bothering to look at his friend and instead keeps his heavy gaze on you. Your heart drops to your stomach at that, fear starting to encase every crevice of your mind.

Just as they start their prowl towards you, you hear a new voice behind you.

“There you are, sweetheart,” you hear a suave voice call, your eyes starting to sting with tears in fear that another soldier has decided to join these two. “Sorry that I’m late.” You jump a bit when a big hand lands on your shoulder, your head turning to your left to see blond hair and emerald green eyes. “I was looking everywhere for you,” he coos sweetly at you, pulling you into his side.

“Hey, hey! We’re busy here!” the blond soldier shouts, puffing up his chest and straightening his back to appear tougher.

“Are you really?” the man asks, voice as smooth and sweet as warm milk tea with honey. “It looked to me like the two of you were just leaving,” he finishes, lifting his hand from your shoulder and pointing two fingers to soldiers. When his fingers go up, the men go rigid and suddenly look scared. Your mysterious savior suddenly swooshes his hand to the right, causing the men to turn their bodies to face that way. Finally, he brings his arm completely off of you to swing his arm back behind you two, causing the soldiers to follow his movement and start marching that way.

You stare on in shock, feeling his hand come back to your shoulder once the men start walking away from you both. “Don’t hold it against them,” he says softly to you, making you turn your head back around to look at him, “they’re actually not all that bad.” You scoff at this, your mind replaying what those horrendous men just said to you. You go to argue when he adds on, “Where to? I’ll be your escort this evening.” You swear he sounds flirty, but you just think it’s your mind playing tricks on you, hoping the attractive man has taken a sudden interest in you.

“Oh, um, I’m just trying to make my way to the nearby bakery,” you explain, studying him as you say this. The blue necklace dangling from his neck catches the light, making it shine and reflect shimmery, blue light on the wall next to you.

You lean back when he suddenly leans in, his face completely calm as he informs you, “Don’t be alarmed, but I’m being followed. Act normal.” He removes his arm from around your shoulder and brings his hand to yours, lightly clasping your hand and gently tugging you forward. You two begin walking as if nothing is wrong but you can’t help but to feel nervous. Maybe you should’ve just stayed home and continued making hats.

“Sorry, looks like you’re involved,” he whispers, keeping his eyes forward. You gasp softly and bring your other hand to clutch onto his arm, your mind racing with what he’s dragged you into. A gang? A cult? Is he a criminal?

Your jaw completely drops when black, gooey figures start to emerge from the walls and start stalking towards you both. You swing your head around to look over your shoulder only to find even more of them trailing after you both. A gasp flies out of you when he suddenly veers off to the left, pulling your body with him. You gasp for a third time when even more appear in front of you and there’s nowhere to turn, nowhere to run.

“Hold on!” he shouts while he lets go of your hand to wrap his arm around your waist. You cry out when you suddenly jump high into the air, the wind blowing through your clothes and hair. He takes a hold of your left hand with his own, your eyes gaping down below you once you realize that you didn’t just jump. You’re flying.

“Now, straighten your legs and start walking,” he commands, making you realize that you curled up into a ball in his side. You gulp and shakily straighten your legs, doing as you’re told. You feel like you’re going downstairs, laughter erupting from you from the shock and the craziness of it all. He shifts behind you and takes both of your hands in his, lifting them up as if you’re a baby he’s helping to walk.

“You’re a natural,” he whispers into your ear, making you giggle like a schoolgirl at the compliment. You don’t really think you’re doing anything, but you accept the flattery nonetheless. You look around you both at all the tall buildings and the people down below, laughing some more when a bird flies past you. This is when you start to think that maybe all of this is one big dream and you fell asleep at your hat-making station.

Your eyes widen again when he approaches a balcony, landing on the edge and gently floating you down to the floor. He holds your hands the entire time, a warm smile gracing his features at how happy and surprised you look. “I’ll be sure to draw them off. Wait a bit before you head back outside, okay?”

“Okay,” you agree, embarrassed by how breathy your voice sounds.

“Such a good listener,” he coos with a smirk before suddenly flying backward and dropping down into the crowd below. You gasp and run forward, looking down only to find that he’s disappeared. You can’t help but to feel a bit disappointed at this.

You wonder if you’ll ever see him again...

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aetherarf · 3 years

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Yay, requests are back! :D

Can I please requests Aobai, Michi, and Tamsin(your ocs) with a cinnamon roll s/o getting kidnapped?

Full prompt: the S/O is one of the few, if the only, people in Teyvat who love the character. They are supposed to meet up with them for a picnic but are kidnapped by some bandits trying to make ransom/get revenge/just be horrible people and send a letter to the character.

Preferably with some comfort where the S/O gets rescued, but if you really wanna make it angst that's your choice.

Little surprised, ngl, that anyone cares but I might as well put them here.

Here is Aobai's about page, here is Michi's, and here is Tamsin's.

wow it took me awhile but i got the about pages done too!! sorry for. the delay lol. twas a lot of work.

[ didnt have as much comfort as wanted but WHATEVER i wanna go to bed ]

[[ WARNING: VIOLENCE ]]

[[ Summary: Just avoiding problems doesn't always seem to warrant people causing problems with you... Oh, but that doesn't mean that they won't raise hell in their own way to keep you safe.

Total Word Count: 2'450

Aobai Word Count: 670

Michi Word Count: 819

Tamsin Word Count: 961 ]]

Aobai

They didn't even have time to leave when Aobai appeared.

He looked over the group of people, unamused as there was chatter,

"Excuse me," he said, voice oddly soft, "What do you think you're doing?"

"Well-"

Then there was silence as the group of people all looked at the massive man-beast, who was glaring down at them with no small amount of rage in his eyes, even if he just had his arms folded over his chest, ears folded back.

"Look," He said, "You have two options here. You leave," he glanced over at you, who was staring at him with wide eyes full of tears, tightly bound... likely injured.

"And you leave them with me... Or I kill you. Simple."

One man walked towards Aobai, "You're all talk, big--"

"Love," he spoke over the man, "Just keep your eyes closed until it's all over, okay?" He asked, and you closed your eyes tight, knowing exactly what was about to happen.

"You can't just ignore-"

Aobai unfolded his arms, and swung his fist effortlessly, teeth clattering in the man's head, jaw broken in an instant, and he collapsed to the ground...

Dead, with a single hit.

Humans were far more delicate than they'd like to admit. A single blow could cripple them eternally, or kill them.

Several of those who attempted on kidnapping you had already ran off--a wise decision, to flee than to fight a man the size of a bear, but one had held you close, hand tightly holding your hair as a blade was stuck to your neck--

"Don't," The man said, eyes wide and wild, "Don't move, or I'll kill them."

He just stopped moving, "Fine. Am I moving?" He asked, "No. What do you want, you pathetic little cretin?"

That insult lead to the man tightening his grip on your hair, trembling, letting the blade lightly scrape your skin--too dull to inflict actual damage thus far, but...

You gasped for air, terrified.

"Buddy," Aobai said, softly, "You know, you don't have to do this... Let me guess, you've been forced into this spot from something you can't control... Money, debt, family, wanting to keep yourself safe..."

The man slightly loosened his grip on your hair,

"... What? What about it?" He tightened again.

"I can make all that go away--Just set the knife--"

In an instant, his catalyst hovered above his hand, and he held it like an object, throwing it forward, the disgusting noise of crunching bone right next to your ear as you were dropped to the ground, the hot--then suddenly oh so cold sensation of blood hitting the side of your face.

He walked over, and you heard him kick something--likely the man who was just threatening to kill you, and with one deft movement, he picked you up like you weighed nothing--to him, honestly, you probably didn't.

A claw protruding from his fingertip swiftly cut all ropes binding you, all without having to set you down, and finally, he removed your gag, "You can look now." He said, softly, and hesitantly, you looked up at him...

Splattering of blood on his face, and his pupils were... small. Probably still running on the adrenaline rush.

"Did they..." he hesitated, "Did they do anything to you?" He asked, softly, and you shook your head.

"No, just... roughed me up." You laughed weakly, just to cough, "I... I'm tired. I just want to go home."

Aobai pressed a kiss to your cheek, "Of course, we're going right home... Let me take care of you, little cub, alright?"

You nodded, sniffling and wiping the tears from your eyes, and he just shifted you gently in his arms, holding you a little closer to himself... No matter what happened before, you were safe now, in his arms was probably the safest place in Teyvat.

"... Hey, love, what do you think about getting a bodyguard? I can't be with you all the time, but I can keep you safe through another, if you wish... what's that look for?"

Michi

"A picnic," Michi said, barely looking at you, "If you bring the food, then maybe."

You agreed, and they just chuckled... Even still, they found themselves putting no small amount of effort into cooking your favourite dish, packaging it up and tying a cute little bow on top...

They already knew what was going to happen, a surprised gasp and a thanks, and Michi would lie right to your pretty face and say they just got this and had someone ask to deliver it to you, and pretend they didn't spend the past two hours making it perfect.

Michi found themselves to the pre-determined meeting spot, looking down at the food spread out over a blanket, they setting it down amongst the rest as they looked around curiously...

You weren't in sight.

Suddenly, they noticed a paper distinctly placed right in an empty spot, where you, or maybe they, were meant to sit. Did you bail? Not that they'd be mad, but they'd be very disappointed.

Michi.

We have them.

Come alone, and we can promise their safety. We just want information.

And then a long spiel of information about the location--about how to go through the process of ascertaining your safety.

They sighed, as though this wasn't a ransom note for the information they had locked away in their mind, more valuable than any amount of mora they could demand.

"I thought I told you," they said, to nothing in particular, "Never to talk to anyone who knows my name."

And then they started walking, hands in their pockets, without a care in the world...

...

When they found themselves to the building, it was in the middle of the city... odd. Maybe they thought that it was better, since this was a run-down area where even the local law enforcement didn't want to tamper with, leaving it mostly forgotten.

But they knew this warehouse--Enough that they avoided the 'guard', in stolen, falsified attire that was standing by the entrance, and instead walked around the wall...

And found where it slightly indented inwards.

With a brief kick, the false wall came down like it was made of little shards of glass, hitting the ground in a pile that flattened under their boot like a pile of half rotten leaves.

Walking between the walls, in the, admittedly quite uncomfortable, crawlspace, they kept their eyes closed, listening intently...

And eventually, they heard it.

"So," it was a man's voice, one they've heard before, but didn't care enough to put a name to the voice, "Where's Michi?"

"I don't know," you said, honestly, "They... they don't tell me."

Tsk tsk tsk, they thought, You know better. Just say 'I don't know'...

"Well, you best hope that they come soon," there was the sound of a blade unsheathing, scraping against its metal scabbard, "Or else."

You whimpered, they could almost imagine your nodding, just trying to pacify them...

Nimble hands found the long-since-sealed hidden doors, doing their best to silently undo whatever paste had been forced into the cracks to shut it wholly, until it was open enough for them to slide through the crack, standing in complete shadow as there were a few people talking, and you were sitting in a chair, staring down at the ground, motionless as they ignored you.

Michi stalked over, and gently covered your mouth with their hand, whispering softly into your ear--

"Let's get out of here before they notice."

You turn to look at them, seeing their piecing gaze staring right at you...

You nodded, and they grabbed your hand, leading you through the cramped, uncomfortable, and... possibly filthy crawlspace, until you found your way outside, hearing distant shouting from inside as Michi, as gracefully as possible, helped you stand on solid ground where there wouldn't be something to trip over--alive or otherwise.

"Don't worry," Michi said, sweetly, "Just keep walking. They're idiots."

You nodded, as Michi guided you along, until you got out of the darker part of town, to the place Michi had been renting--specifically to have a place for you to visit them, Michi fussing about for a few minutes, the sound of rushing water,

"Hey," Michi looked up at you, "You're dirty. I started a bath for you."

And that meant, I know you're upset, I've run a bath for you so you can feel a little better.

You nodded and smiled, "... Thank you, Michi." You said, softly, and Michi looked at you, baring their emotion freely for a moment...

".. I don't deserve any thanks, shoo, before I decide to leave and not come back."

Once again, they didn't meant that. They would be right there, waiting for you with a freshly made bed with still-warm blankets, and a meal made for you to eat when bundled up all cozy and safe, then only leaving once they were certain you were dead asleep...

They never wanted to abandon you, after all.

Tamsin

Hours of preparation, making sure every little thing would taste good--even if it was a little hard to figure out if they themselves could enjoy it, on half of their tongue it tastes foul, on the other half, pleasant.

... Just another oddity. They hoped it would be good, and maybe it was a bit too much food, heavy and hard to carry, but if there was variety, surely there'd be... something you liked! They hoped...

They protected the basket, holding it close to their chest, just trying to keep their head down as they found their way past town ( it was easier just to skip the questions, after all ) and left back to nature--where they found peace, and enjoyment, with everything... and themselves.

How perfect it would be--Just a quiet day, where they loved, with the person they adored...

...

Until finally, they got there.

You weren't there. You had promised, promised, that you'd be there early, to set up a few things, just to make it a little cozier, even if clean grass was the most cozy thing in their opinion.

Setting down the basket, they opted to look around the grand old tree--maybe you climbed it? They liked climbing...

... Did they?

No, no, they did. Most of the time, at least.

But you weren't in the tree, or anywhere near, and instead, they found a note.

Get the experiment from the Sumeru Academia. There's a hefty reward for whoever can bring it to the boss, and to the buyer.

They stared at in horror, looking around desperately, half hoping this was some cruel joke, but... It wasn't. They knew it wasn't.

Reaching down to the grass, a little seed of elemental energy appeared in their palm, and from it a vine grew, reaching to the grass...

That way.

They closed their fist, and the vine disappeared into little shards of dendro energy, as they continued to where the surrounding life told them to go.

Humans could be cruel, but plants never lied.

...

Eventually, they found themselves to an old building, overtaken by nature, and with that little vine again, it told them that many people had invaded their new home. With a silent promise, they swore to return it to the plants that had overtaken it, and, ever so gently, found their way in through a window, minding the mushrooms that ate at the surrounding wooden frame. They were just minding their business, they needn't be squashed.

Hiding behind a rotting crate, they stared at you sitting there, bound with ropes--definitely not from this place, they were free of decay--and countless people talking, yelling.

"That's not the one we're looking for! What kind of stupid intel did you get? Now we have a random bitch to deal with."

"Look, I didn't get any information on how they looked! Maybe if you told me literally anything I could've avoided this!"

As they yelled-a sound that was brutal and painful, they stalked over to you, hiding in the poorly lit light, and noticed the gag over your mouth...

How they wanted to hug you and to apologize a thousand times over...

But instead, with a small blade, they cut the ropes around your wrists, abandoning them to the ground--you made a soft noise of alarm, and they didn't listen--just moved faster, as they heard the terrifying sound of approaching footsteps.

Finally, the one around your mouth was cut off, and they stood up, seeing the group-- "Wait--that's the one we're looking for!"

"See! It worked! Not how it was supposed to, but--"

"Shut up and get them!"

Tamsin wrapped an arm around you, holding you close, and reached towards the roof as though they could grab it, but the sound of old wood creaking had broke out, and they clutched a fist, pulling it down quickly--

As though it was connected with invisible thread, the ceiling crashed down on them, only just scarcely missing the both of you, crushing those who had caught you before.

"Tamsin, what-"

Instead of saying anything--of course they wouldn't, they never said anything, they just grabbed your hand and ran out of the building, just far enough to be out of sight, out of the reach of them...

But they never left the building.

... More for the plants to eat, they thought, morosely, before looking back at you, your dazed expression... and moved a hand to cup at your cheek, looking at you in fear, desperately looking over your expression.

"... Thank you," you whispered, softly, both exhausted and exasperated. They pressed a kiss to your lips, then wrapped their arms around you in a tight hug, hiding their face in your torso for several long moments... Until, finally, you pried them off.

They patted around their form for a moment, until they found a small notepad, scribbling down a single word--Home?

"Yes, I'd be happy to go home."

As you walked, both of you stopped at a hill--one with a massive, ancient tree atop it, and Tamsin hesitated... It was well past sunset, so that little picnic wasn't really a good idea at this point, but they quickly rushed up the hill, waving to the tree, and came back down with a basket,

"... Do you think it's still good."

Tamsin just shrugged with a smile.

When you both got home, Tamsin unpacked everything--and, well, it wasn't bad. What was supposed to be hot was lukewarm, what was supposed to be cold was melty, what was meant to be crisp was a little soggy...

But in the end, it was very enjoyable, even if Tamsin seldom ate a single bite, and preferred to just cling to you the entire time, pressing small kisses of apology to your neck, even if it truly wasn't their fault in the slightest.

#genshin oc #genshin impact oc #michi #aobai #tamsin #hurt and comfort #bark ocs #// ???#bark writes #request #anonymous #barks ocs

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delicatelyherdreams · 5 years

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Story Time

Paring: Bucky Barnes x Reader (kinda)

Summary: Bucky is coerced into joining a local library’s story time for veterans. He’s not sure what to expect.

Warnings: Mentions of PTSD; dismemberment; Very little reader insert but I still love this fic with my whole heart; this is mainly Bucky just being cute with kids; (totally didn’t get this idea talking with @buckysbeardliness (yes I did she’s so good at inspiring me ngl))

Word Count: 2213

“Y-You want me to do what now?”

(y/n) stared down at him still offering the pamphlet. “It’s called ‘Kids Give Back.’ It’s a library program where elementary students read books to veterans. Some of them even have dogs.”

Bucky eyed the pamphlet. “And why do you think this is a good idea?”

“Y’Know... These kids want to help you out and read you stories and feel like they’re doing something to support those who have supported them.” She shrugged. “Come on, Buck. I know some of the librarians putting this on and, from what they’ve told me, I think that this will be really good for you. It might help you get a little better.”

“I’m fine,” he mumbled.

She stared him down, her gaze hardening. “Come on, Buck. It’s only an hour and you make these kids’ days. Can’t you just do it?” She held the pamphlet out to him again.

No he couldn’t. He didn’t want to. He didn’t see the point in going to this library program and he could think of better things to do with his time. He shook his head and pushed the paper away. “No. Absolutely not. I’m not doing this.”

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Two weeks later, he found himself standing in a line at the local library, a hat pulled low over his face and gloves covering his hands. He felt awkward standing in this line of men, some of them who were old enough to be his actual age and others fresh home from their tours. All of whom were wearing some of their veteran gear, whether it be their old uniforms or a hat stating when they served. He had decided to leave behind the World War II hat that (y/n) had offered him. He wanted to be as incognito as possible, especially with his identity.

The men around him chatted in good faith, all asking about what branch they served in, where they went, going over old war stories. It was heartwarming in a way, but it made Bucky squeamish.

(y/n) stood next to him in line, flipping through a novel she had just checked out. On his insistence, she had agreed to join him for “moral support,” but really, he figured that she was just there to make sure he didn’t make a run for it. She genuinely thought that this could help him a little bit or at least make him feel a little less isolated from the world and the newer generations. If nothing else, she wanted him to see that his PTSD was valid and real and that people were willing to help—even children wanted to pitch in.

The door to the story time room opened up, drawing his attention, and a librarian poked her head out. With a soft smile, she looked over the line of men and said, “They’re ready for you.”

Immediately the line began to file in.

(y/n) took a step out of the line, giving Bucky an encouraging smile. “I’ll be out here in the library. Call me when you’re done, m’kay?”

Bucky only nodded before following the vet in front of him, entering the room and standing in the room across from a line of eager looking children. He couldn’t help but notice that they all held an armful of books and a slip of paper in their hands that had the name of their veteran scribbled onto them. He wondered which of these rambunctious scamps had him.

“Welcome everyone to Kid’s Give Back,” the librarian started once everyone was in place. “We’re so glad that you could all come.” She was speaking to the veterans now. “Our kids have been eagerly awaiting your arrival. They can’t wait to read to you guys; they’ve already picked out some of their favorite books to share with you guys.”

As if on cue, some of the kids held up their picture books to display.

The veterans around Bucky chuckled in amusement.

“You’re going to be claimed by your child and they will take you out to their favorite spots in the library. For a half hour, they will then read you their favorite stories. They’ve been practicing extra hard just for you. And then, at the end of the time, we’ll all come back here, close out, and then you’ll be free to leave. Any questions?”

There were none.

“Great! Then, Miley, would you mind starting us off?”

One-by-one, the kids claimed their reading buddies and scurried off into the library.

Bucky waited patiently for his name to be called. He wasn’t entirely amused with the situation, but he figured he’d play along for both the kid’s and (y/n)’s sake.

Eventually, a little boy stepped forward. He was tiny, maybe seven or eight years old, with thick framed glasses, a jacket with a Captain America shirt hidden beneath, and an armful of books covered with heroes that Bucky knew all too well. He held up his paper and, in a shaking voice, called out, “J-James Barnes?”

Bucky took a deep breath before approaching the kid. He could only imagine how this looked to others: a big burly man stalking towards this frail little boy. How the kid wasn’t quaking in his boots was a mystery to him.

Instead the boy stared up at him. “M-My name’s Luke and I’ll be your reading buddy, Mr. Barnes.”

Bucky couldn’t help but smile down at him. “My friends call me Bucky.”

“B-Bucky? Like Captain America’s friend?” Luke reached forward to take Bucky’s hand to lead him out into the library.

Bucky went willingly. “Exactly,” he said.

Luke stared up at him with bright eyes. “No way.”

“Way. You wanna see something to prove it?” An eager nod was the only answer he needed before he let go of the boy’s hand and tugged off his glove to reveal the metal beneath it.

His eyes went as wide as saucers as he stared down at the prosthetic. “No way! You really are Bucky Barnes!” The smile on his face was incomparable. “You’re my favorite superhero, Mr. Barnes! I can’t ever find any books with you in them or shirts of you, but you’re still my hero! You’re so cool!” He continued to ramble on as he led Bucky through the library off to a secluded section. Among the shelves stood a simple red tent. Luke paused his speech as he came up to it. “This is my favorite spot. I love this tent and— Aww... Someone’s already in it.” His lip curled down into a pout.

Bucky ducked his head down to look and, sure enough, there was a person sitting in it—a very familiar person at that. “(y/n)? Doll, watcha doin’ in there?”

She looked up from her novel, a guilty smile on her face. “Reading?”

“Mhmm. Well can Luke and I steal the tent from you? He wants to read me some stories about the team.”

Her eyes darted between the little boy and Bucky before they flashed with understanding. “Of course!” She quickly gathered up her items and moved to vacate the tent. But, before she left, she paused to talk to Luke. “Don’t let this big lug intimidate you,” she said with a knowing smile. “He’s actually a real big teddy bear underneath all that; I should know.” She shot Bucky a wink and walked away.

Luke stared after her in awe. “Who’s she?” he asked as he dragged Bucky towards the tent.

The hero clambered into the tent and sat down. If he took a deep enough breath, he could still smell (y/n) in the air and it made him grin. “My girlfriend,” he said. “Now, what book are we reading first?”

The answer was a picture book of Captain America’s rise to becoming Captain America because “It has you in it, Mr. Ba— I mean, Bucky.” Sure enough it did. A cartoony version of his own face stared up at Bucky as Luke read him the book with a stuttering voice.

Bucky had to admit that it was kinda adorable. Luke was trying so hard to sound out the big words and impress him and it made Bucky’s heart swell. Luke would, every once in a while, stare up at Bucky with wide eyes, looking for his approval. Every time, without fail, Bucky would nod down at him encouragingly.

They got through three books before Luke shifted next to him, becoming timid and antsy.

Bucky frowned down at him. “What’s up, kiddo?”

Luke shrugged. “I-I was wondering if...” he trailed off awkwardly, almost afraid to continue his thought.

“Go on...”

“I was wondering if I could maybe touch your arm.” He pushed his glasses further up his nose.

“Of course.” Bucky shuffled his position and rolled up his sleeve so that Luke would have full access to the metal prosthetic.

The boy’s fingers began to roam along the plates instantly, his eyes wide with wonder at actually getting to touch a superhero. “Wow... This is so cool!”

Bucky chuckled warmly. “I guess it is, huh?”

“And you can move it all you want?”

“Just as well as I could move the other one. Only sometimes I have to oil the joints to keep them from getting stuck.”

“Cool...” He continued to touch various parts of the arm, halting over one spot on his shoulder. “What’s this button do?”

Bucky opened his mouth to warn the boy too late because soon Luke’s thumb was pushing down on the button and Bucky could feel the artificial nerves detach.

With a hiss and a pop, the prosthetic detached from his torso, clattering down and falling useless at his side.

Luke screamed in terror at the sudden lack of Bucky’s limb and flailed as the arm sank in his hands. The shock of dismembering one of his hero’s must’ve been too much for the poor boy to handle because seconds later his eyes were rolling up into the back of his head and he collapsed forward as he fainted.

“Oh god!” The dislocated arm forgotten, Bucky quickly wrapped his arm around the kid and lifted him into his lap so he could begin to resuscitate him. “Luke? Luke? Wake up, pal,” he coaxed gently.

He didn’t mind the fact that Luke’d taken off his arm—that much could be fixed easily—but he found his heart flooding with concern over Luke’s well being.

It was maybe a minute before the boy came to, his eyes fluttering open in a daze. “Wh-What?” he mumbled softly.

Bucky all but cried out with relief. “Oh, thank God. You really scared me there, pal. You alright?”

“Yes, Mr. Barnes, but what...?” It was then that he noticed Bucky’s lack of an appendage and began to panic again. “Oh my God! I took off your arm! I’m so sorr—”

Bucky waved him off as he reached over to grab the prosthetic. “It’s okay. It’s not the first time it’s happened.” He draped the arm over his lap with a chuckle. “However, this does kinda throw a wrench in our story time plans...”

Luke nodded in understanding. “I’m so sorry, Mr. B— Bucky.” He looked so ashamed of what he’d done.

With his good hand, Bucky reached over and ruffled his hair. “Don’t worry about it, pal. I don’t mind.” Picking up his arm, he awkwardly crawled out of the tent.

Luke followed after him. “Wh-Where are we going?”

“We have to go find my girl. She can help us put my arm back on.” And with that, Bucky led Luke through the library to hunt down (y/n). They found her binge reading in the lounge.

She didn’t even glance up from her book until Bucky cleared his throat, but when she did she blanched. “What happened?” she demanded as she threw her bookmark in and tossed the book aside to attend to Bucky’s arm.

“Technical difficulties, now fix me,” Bucky deadpanned at her, eliciting a small giggle from Luke.

She rolled her eyes mumbling, “Technical difficulties, my ass,” but she complied. It took her maybe five minutes to reattach the artificial nerves and pop the arm back into place, but by the time it was all said and done and Bucky had regained his full range of motion in the limb, the story time was over and it was time to return to the room.

Luke reluctantly led Bucky back for the closing ordeal, sad to let his hero go.

Bucky stayed with him right up until his parents came to collect him. Before they parted, Luke gave him the biggest hug he could muster with his tiny body, apologized once again for taking off his arm, and promised Bucky that he was the best superhero ever. Bucky simply ruffled his hair, made him promise to be good, and sent him on his way.

(y/n) waited for him at the library’s entrance, a smug smile on her face. “You enjoyed that, didn’t you?” she teased as she offered him her hand.

He took it automatically, lacing his fingers in hers. “No.”

“You liar. What would Luke say if he knew that his hero was a big. Fat. Liar?”

He shook his head, a small smile crossing his lips. “Yeah, yeah, yeah. Whatever you say, doll.”

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