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adventuringblind · 2 months

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Band-Aids are for Speed

Lando Norris x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Street Racer AU

Summary: The five times she patched Lando up, and the one time he patched up her.

Warnings: Injury descriptions, broken bones, cuts, bruises, blood, illigal street racing, car accidents

Notes: Author is not a doctor but has watched medical dramas... don't judge my knowledge!

Side Note: I hope le requester enjoys this as much as I enjoyed writing it!

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The first time she met Lando, he was siting in the emergency room waiting to be stitched up. She quietly hums to herself while setting up as the other nurse changes places with her.

The deep gash on his arm makes her wonder what he did to get it, but she also knows better then to ask. He doesn't look like he's in the mood to talk anyway.

It takes approximately three minutes for her to retract that statement. "So, you come here often?"

The question takes her so of guard that she doesn't know what to do with it aside from take the next few seconds to process. Is it not obvious that she works here?

"Do you mean the hospital? Or in this room specifically?" She laughs lightly at the ridiculousness of her patient and blames the minor blood loss.

"Nah, I mean in my presence." He smirks.

She tries to focus on her work. "Can't say I have."

"Would you like to be in it more?"

He gives her his number before he leaves. He dots the 'i' in his name with a heart.

She texts him the second she gets him to ask if he's bless her with his presence again.

♡♡♡♡♡♡

In the few months they've been seeing each other she's learned that Lando is obsessed with cars. It's cute when he jumps into excited rants about his favorite subject.

With the amount they've been talking, it's not shocking that Lando texts her in the evening. She assumes it'll be another silly joke. Instead she's met with frenzied sentences and misspelled words about need medical attention.

She doesn't hesitate to drive to his place. In hindsight, she really should've asked him why he didn't go to A&E when he's bleeding all over the bathroom floor.

"Please tell me you didn't get jumped." She kneels down and sets about getting him a position where she can see what she's doing.

He groans in pain as she moves him. "Nope! It was spectacular though."

"What do you mean by that?"

"I crashed the car but still won." He lets out a triumphant hoot.

This man can never give her all the details at one. "You got in a car accident?! How is that winning?!"

"Because I won the money... duh." He's definitely delirious now. Probably has a concussion. "Oh, I didn't tell you? I street race."

There's that strange part of her that is intrigued and curious to know more, specifically because that adds to his sex appeal (like he wasn't hot enough already). The logical side of her brain that is currently staring at Lando bleeding says otherwise. "Uh, no... you didn't."

"Well isn't that unfortunate! You coulda seen me crash today if you had."

Lando is half asleep by the time she is done. She's barely able to wrangle him into bed with how uncoordinated he is. It's useless keeping him awake.

She turns the lights off and is about to leave - "Will you stay?"

"I can, yeah, do you want me on the couch or is there another bedroom?"

"In bed with me. You can stay here - with me."

Against her better judgment, she does.

♡♡♡♡♡♡

She doesn't usually work the weekend shift but one of the nurses is on vacation and she could us the extra hours. She leaves her phone on vibrate in her pocket in case of a 'family emergency.'

Said emergency being Lando who is more accident prone on the weekends. Somehow, less accident prone in the car and more when he's doing normal people tasks.

Sometimes she wonders if her gets hurt on purpose just so he has an excuse to see her. She keeps telling him he doesn't need one - just in case - but he still calls and she goes. It's not like she has much else to do with her time aside.

She really shouldn't be shocked when he ends up in emergency clutching his arm. He gives her a bashful smile and tries to awkwardly wave. "Hi."

"And what, my love, are you in for this time?"

"I slipped on the stairs..."

Another male, a tall brunette who she knows as George, hits him playfully on the head. "No he did not! This idiot decided it would be a brilliant idea to tie a skateboard to the back of Alex's car and sit on it while Alex drove."

She throws a stern look at Lando and his smile goes from bashful to downright embarrassed. "You're lucky it's just you're arm."

By the time he's set free into the world to make more impulsive decisions, she makes the executive decision to make him wait until she's done working. He puts a pout on his lips, but it goes away when she sends him to the cafeteria.

They drive home listening to the indie station. The one he's made her fall in love with.

"Thank you, again."

"You've got to stop thanking me, Lan. It is literally my job." She laughs a little at herself for that one.

"Yeah, but, that's not all. You're the only person who doesn't freak out on me for doing stupid shit. Like I know I shouldn't do it but it gives me that adrenaline that racing does." The sincerity in his voice nearly takes her off guard.

"I can't tell what to do, but I'll always be there when you need a patch job."

"And I'll be there when you need a ride." He winks.

♡♡♡♡♡♡

The first time she's at one of Lando's races, she can feel the thrumming in her heart. The excitement of the start and the fear that he could possibly die doing this.

He jogs over to her right before the start. His hands clumsily find her waist and he smash his lips on hers. "For good luck." He whispers as he pulls away.

She doesn't let go, however. She pulls a band aide out of her pocket and sticks it to his hand. It's a crayon, but she highly doubts he'll care to much.

"What's this for?"

"I had a little girl today who told me that Band-Aids give you speed. I thought you might try it."

"When I win, it'll be all because of you."

Lando does win. She buys more Band-Aids with some of the prize money.

♡♡♡♡♡♡

She's there when the crash happens. The boys had deemed her the official medical personnel. Which she's glad for, since they are the ones getting her to the crash site. In record time - it has to be - she's sure she's never gone this fast before.

She dives out of the back of the truck to the driver side door. Lando sits there, a few visible cuts, but he's smiling at her. She has half a mind to give the boy an earful, but refrains since he did just crash.

It takes her, Alex, and George to get him out of the car and into the truck. She stitches him up before they go home. In her car, mind you, since the one Lando drove is out of order.

"I'm sorry..."

"Don't be - just - please remember that I can't fix every kind of injury."

They curl up in bed together. The long night having drained them both of their energy.

"Maybe, but at least my odds of surviving until my thirties have gone up with you around."

"At this rate, you're more likely to die doing dishes then driving."

"That was one time!"

♡♡♡♡♡♡

It wasn't supposed to be this way. She was supposed to go home, not end up back at her job.

Granted, she's here for a different reason now. One that's not her fault and she's pissed about it. She's going to explode with emotions. Her body hurts so much.

Fucking drunk drivers. Who gave them the right to say it's her fault? Telling her she's lucky it wasn't worse.

A soft knock at the door draws her attention. Lando stands there look mildly disheveled. Still, he has his hands on his hips and rolls his eyes. "Whatever am I going to do with you, my love? Always getting into accidents!"

He comes to lay beside her on the bed and she wiggles to make accommodate him. He pulls out a box of bandages from his pocket and proceeds to put them everywhere she has a new mark.

The stress of it all finally breaks through. She sobs into his shoulder and clings to his sweatshirt. "Thank you."

"Hey, none of that. I owe you for all the Band-Aids you've used on me and all those times you've patched me up."

"Does this mean I can drive your car now? Since I have extra speed?"

Lando raises his eyebrows. "Maybe not drive, but I can think of other things we can do with speed." He wiggles said eyebrows suggestively.

"How about, a speedy recovery? You have plenty of those."

"Alright fine, a speedy recovery - and I'll be here for all of it with a plethora of crayon Band-Aids because I bought them all just for you."

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laundrybiscuits · 1 year

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(purify our misfit ways tag | AO3)

So, Eddie goes back to Scoops. What else is he gonna do? He’s not sure if Robin's aware of it or not, but he’s not going to be saying no to her for a while; at least not until he stops feeling guilty about certain things that they’re not ever talking about again.

He looks at himself in the water-flecked bathroom mirror and says, out loud: “He’s just a guy. Just a typical…guy. You can be normal about this. Be fucking normal for once, Munson.” Then he grabs his keys and hurls himself out the front door before he can talk himself out of it.

It’s usually a twenty-minute drive, but he makes it in a tight sixteen. He thinks if he slows down enough to give himself any kind of excuse to weasel out of this, he will. Plus, the less time he spends thinking about it, the less likely he is to fuck this up for Robin somehow. Because—right, yeah, this whole thing is about Robin, and how Steve’s still the kind of asshole who won’t take no for an answer.

Actually, getting mad about that is helping Eddie get a grip on reality. It doesn’t matter how hot the guy is, if he doesn’t fucking listen when he’s told to back off. But it's not like Eddie can come roaring in like a jealous boyfriend, that’ll just make things a million times worse; he’d love to be able to follow Robin’s lead on this, but if he knows her at all, she doesn’t have any kind of plan aside from pointing at Eddie and going see? Not boyfriend material.

Which, yeah, obviously he’s not. He doubts Steve will see it that way, though—probably thinks Eddie’s a perfect freaks-and-geeks match for Robin, with her refusal to be any of the things that Hawkins High rewards. So, Eddie needs a plan, and he needs one fast, because he can't keep sitting in the parking lot like this, stewing in his own indecision.

Fuck it. He'll have to improvise, he's good at improvising. It'll be fine. It has to be fine.

He sidles into Scoops Ahoy, sees Steve and Robin bickering, and doesn't immediately tap out. That's progress.

"Robin," he says, nodding. "And…Harrington."

"Hi. Eddie." Steve looks really fucking uncomfortable, and why wouldn't he be?

The three of them stand there in a weird suspended tableau, until Robin throws her hands in the air. "Oh my god, just get over it already. Eddie got spooked last time when his high school nemesis appeared out of nowhere like a total psycho, and he was too embarrassed to come back until now. Okay? Everyone caught up yet?"

"He was not my nemesis! Christ, Robin!" Eddie sputters.

"Um, nemesis?" says Steve at the same time.

Eddie glances over at Steve, feeling a kind of kinship in the face of Hurricane Buckley.

"I wasn't…your nemesis, was I?" asks Steve. He sounds a little confused, and Eddie wonders uncharitably if he knows what the word nemesis means.

"No, Harrington, you were just generally a dick. My true nemesis is and always has been the collective insanity of Hawkins High itself. The esprit de corps, so to speak."

"God, I see why you and Robin get along so well," sighs Steve. Eddie suddenly remembers that he's here for a purpose, and he currently appears to be failing very badly at that purpose.

"Yeah, well…" he shrugs. "All I'm saying is, I'm willing to live and let live. It's a character flaw."

"So, what, we're just gonna forget high school and be friends now?"

"Whoa whoa whoa," says Eddie, alarmed. He's about to add nobody said anything about friends, but his Spidey-sense is going off. It doesn't actually take fictional-level superpowers to hear the way King Steve doesn't sound as disgusted by that prospect as he should be.

Robin had mentioned something about Steve being sort of a trainwreck, but Eddie had (unfairly, as it turns out) written that off as Robin blowing stuff out of proportion like she does sometimes. He does it too, that's why he knows not to take her at face value too much.

But it seems like maybe if anything, she was underplaying how fucked Steve's life must be right now, to have that poorly hidden thread of eagerness in his voice when he talks about being friends with Eddie "the Freak" Munson.

What the actual fuck.

All of this flashes through Eddie’s head in a jumbled rush, just quick enough to stop him from inadvertently completely crushing Steve’s spirit or whatever, so instead he just says, "I mean, forgetting high school's not so much an option for me. Buckley might not have mentioned, but you're looking at a genuine two-time total failure here, man."

Great. Real smooth move there, Munson. Never a bad idea to announce how much of a loser you are to cute boys as soon as possible. Once his obligation to Robin is discharged here, Eddie is going to move to Siberia and live in a hole in the ground. He bets it's nice and quiet there, with a minimum of indecently tight blue sailor suits that clearly have mind-altering powers.

But hey, on the bright side, he might be able to salvage his primary quest here after all. Maybe if he just leans into what a fuckup he is, Steve will stop seeing him as a viable match for Robin’s genius brain.

"You’re not—" Steve is starting to say, weakly, and good god does Eddie not want to hear how that sentence ends. He cuts Steve off by spinning around, arms outflung, only colliding a little bit with a nearby chair.

"Oh, but I am, Ser Harrington. Scourge of teachers, they call me. Object lesson to degenerate slackers everywhere. Blackboards quake and tender schoolgirl hearts break as I stalk the halls which have ensnared me lo these many years. Decades in the future, my agéd corpse will be found within the walls of Hawkins High while my spectral remains wail: run far away, lest the Munson Curse befall ye too."

Steve stares at Eddie for a second, then bursts out laughing. To Eddie’s consternation, it doesn't sound mocking or derisive at all. "Shit, you're funny, man. You remind me of—of a friend. You would like him. He's kind of a shit sometimes, but you'd like him."

"If you're telling me I remind you of Hagan, I'm gonna drown myself in the Raspberry Ripple," says Eddie, genuinely horrified.

"No! God, no. You're not anything like—no. I was thinking of my, uh, my friend Dustin."

"And…who is this friend of yours who is perchance my long-lost twin?" Eddie frowns, trying to scour his memory for any Dustins at Hawkins High.

"Not—" Steve's going suspiciously pink. He looks away in poorly feigned nonchalance. Eddie wants to dip him in chocolate and eat him with a spoon. "Friend isn’t, I guess…he's really just a kid I looked after for a while. Like as a favor, I mean. I was—it doesn’t matter. Anyway, he's a cool kid, that's all. Kinda hyper, like you."

That is…a lot to digest. Eddie doesn't really know where to start, but luckily Robin’s there to pick up his slack.

"Oh my god, are you comparing Eddie to one of the infants you let use the staff corridor last week? Is that what's happening?"

"No!" yelps Steve. "...he's not even in town right now."

"But he is in some way affiliated with those toddlers," drawls Robin, not really a question.

Eddie cocks his head. "I would like significantly more information about any alleged toddlers I may be accused of resembling, please."

"Christ, how are there two of you," groans Steve.

"Man, you keep comparing me to other people and I'm gonna start getting offended," says Eddie. "You've known me for about five minutes at this point. No," he adds, seeing Steve start to protest. "High school does not count. I will bet you a million bucks you don't remember me at all from high school."

Steve frowns. "Of course I remember you. You were kinda hard to miss."

"Fucking liar," says Eddie, rolling his eyes, but he grins so Steve knows it's not that big a deal.

"No, you were in the play, a couple years ago," says Steve. "You were…the magic guy, right? The, uh, elf king."

"Close enough," says Eddie, shoving his hands in his pockets and rocking back on his heels, a little dazed. Because yeah, he'd been Oberon that year, he just—really hadn't thought Steve Harrington had paid any attention to the drama nerds at all, much less remembered the specific part Eddie had played. "Shit. Guess I owe you a million bucks."

Steve smiles, bright and boyish and also kind of annoyingly smug, and leans his elbows on the counter. "Guess so. I'm willing to figure out an installment plan, if you wanna start coming around more often. Bet Robin would appreciate it."

“Right,” says Eddie. “Look. I don’t know what you think’s going on, but Buckley’s like a sister to me.”

“And Eddie’s like a sister to me too,” Robin chimes in, smiling all sweet and venomous.

“Okay,” says Steve. “You can still come visit her, can’t you? Free ice cream samples, man, you can’t turn that shit down.”

This is a trap, clearly, but Eddie can’t find it in himself to do anything but give in.

“Yeah, okay then,” he sighs. “Keep me sugared up and I’ll keep on coming around like a bad penny. You two are gonna be so sick of me by the end of the summer, that’s the Munson Guarantee.”

#fic: purify our misfit ways #I wrote a lot of this on my phone which was an interesting experience #I think the smaller screen makes me less focused on the scene as a whole and more stream-of-consciousness #also just super bad at judging length. this is 1.6k. why.#I guess this is just the fic that has hella rough tumblr drafts

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poisonedprose · 1 year

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₊˚✧ you drew stars around my scars

mike wheeler x gn!reader fluff/comfort

warnings: 1k words, season 4, self harm (on thighs), insecurity because of it, long haired reader (long enough for a ponytail), kinda ooc (i live in delusion)

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the basement lights were off. you persisted that they were off. it was the middle of summer, the heat taking over every single part of your being. your complaints and groans of discomfort didn't go unnoticed by mike. "if you're that hot maybe you shouldn't be wearing sweatpants." it was absentminded and probably a joke, but you couldn't help the anxious feeling that bubbled inside you.

you thought about taking him seriously, taking your pants off to replace them with an old pair of shorts that don't fit mike anymore that his mother was probably going to donate, but it made your skin crawl with discomfort. you laugh at the comment, probably too long after the comment was even said. mike brushed it off, not caring to question why you laughed a whole 4 minutes later.

you really didn't want to give in to the heat, but your pants were sticking to your legs and your hands were clammy and you were sure you could see the sweat starting to form on your forehead. mike may be oblivious sometimes but he noticed the way you swiped your palms against your pants to wipe the sweat off and the way you put your hair into a ponytail, which you never did. the fan was already on the highest it could go, so he didn't know what to do besides suggesting to take your pants off again.

"i have shorts you can wear you know, or you can even borrow some of nancy's. i'm sure she wouldn't mind." he had a concerned tone in his voice, it's not like he wanted you to die of a heat stroke in his basement. you thought for a moment, the heat clouding your thinking abilities. you sighed as you came to a conclusion.

that was 10 minutes ago, the lights are now off and your sweat pants on the couch as mike hands you a pair of his old shorts. "why do the lights have to be off?" he questioned, dumbing it down to his partner didn't want him to see them changing, but still asking out of sheer curiosity. you took a moment to answer, coming up with the best excuse you could.

"the lights produce heat, so it'll be cooler with them off." it wasn't a complete lie. it was true that light sources produce heat and with them off it might cool the room down but it was a lie to say that was the reason. he nodded as if that made total sense to him and sat down on the couch, folding your pants and placing them on the armrest. you sat down next to him, now focused on the tv that was playing a movie that you couldn't be bothered to focus on, bigger things to address.

half an hour had passed. you could feel the relief in your body, your secret was still safe. the more the movie played the closer to mike you got. it wasn't on purpose, you weren't even really aware you were doing it. he didn't mind though, welcoming you with a hand on your thigh. fuck.

suddenly the movie was boring again and the room was just as hot as before. you didn't move, seeing if mike had any sort of reaction to the slightly raised bumps on your thigh. he seemed focused on the movie and you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding in. you were silently thanking mike for his obliviousness, for once it was coming in handy.

but all feelings of celebration went out the window as mike rubbed his thumb along your thigh. he didn't turn to look but you could tell he was trying to figure out what was on your thigh. you bit your lip as you tried to figure out a way to get his hand off of you with suspicion but unfortunately, mike didn't wait for you to figure it out.

"what's on your leg?" he still didn't look. you were grateful for that fact but the gratefulness was ambushed with fear and anxiety. you don't say anything, so he looks at you, unsure if you heard him over the television. "y/n?" you still don't say anything, your eyes locked with his. your eyes welt up with tears unbeknownst to mike due to the darkness of the room. "nothing." you whisper in a desperate attempt.

it doesn't take a genius to figure it out. the combination of the bumps and your reaction and suddenly mike feels like the worst boyfriend ever. you could practically see the gears in mike's head turn as he tried to figure out how to make the situation less uncomfortable. his mind was racing with thoughts and realizations.

you tried to contain your tears, but they fell anyway, catching glimpses of light from the moon. "hey, hey," he tried to console, his hand coming off of your scar-filled thigh and resting it on your face. you were embarrassed over anything, your darkest thoughts engraved on your legs that were now on display. "baby, look at me." you didn't want to comply to his request, you wanted to run out of his house and off the edge of the world.

he didn't let that happen though, instead moving his hand to your chin and gently turning your face to look at him. you couldn't look him in the eye, opting for his nose or even his mouth as he spoke. "are you alright?" you didn't expect that to be the first thing he said. you expected curses and words that were sure to cut deeper than the scars on your legs.

you nod, not trusting your voice. he leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss on your forehead. he didn't ask any more questions, not that he didn't care but he knew you'd tell him when you were ready. he peppered more kisses on your face and you laughed. he smiled at the sound of your laughter. "i love you." he didn't say it often, maybe a total of 3 or 4 times within your long-term relationship, but he meant it with every fiber of his being.

and to prove it he sunk to his knees, pushing the fabric of the shorts up ever so slightly. he leaned down, letting his lips leave delicate kisses on each of your scars. you watched with awe in your eyes. he wasn't mad or disgusted or annoyed. you couldn't love this boy anymore even if you tried.

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sharkchan12 · 10 months

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Sitcom au (episode 2)

Eyes, moloch, Dexter, and Bob order a pizza

*intro plays with iconic music*

*it starts*

Dexter, moloch, and Eyes are watching TV until they heard weird noises coming from the other side of the room

Moloch: "What's Bob up to right now?"

Eyes: "Don't you know what day it is?"

Moloch: "It's Friday, so what?"

Eyes: "Not just any Friday it's-"

Before Eyes could finish his sentence Bob then proceeds to run into the living room and scream

Bob: "IT'S GAME NIGHT FRIDAY"

Bob says while carrying a bunch of board games and game controllers

*crowd cheering sound effect plays*

Eyes: "We do this once every month on a Friday, remember?"

Dexter was upset with that answer, he hates game night Friday, he loses every game they ever played

Meanwhile Moloch was excited with that answer, he won most of the games last month, and wants to beat Dexter again

Bob puts down the board games

Bob: "Which board game should we start off first?"

Moloch: "Shouldn't we order some food first before playing?"

Bob: "Oh you're right, silly me"

*laugh track plays*

Bob: "All right then I'll go order a pizza"

Bob picks up the home phone

Bob: "What kind of pizza do y'all want?"

Dexter: "Anything but pizza hut, that pizza was so flavorless last month"

Moloch and Eye nod their heads, agreeing with Dexter

Moloch: "Lets try papa johns"

Bob: "NO THANK YOU I hate John, he shot me multiple times"

*laugh track plays*

Dexter: "OK LETS GET LITTLE CAESARS, I DON'T WANT TO SIT HERE ARGUING ABOUT THIS FOR THE REST OF THE NIGHT"

Bob: "OK THEN DAMN YOU DON'T HAVE TO YELL"

*another laugh track plays*

Bob then proceeds to call Little Caesars

Rick picks up the phone

*crowd cheering sound effect plays*

Bob: "Hello, I would like a large cheese-"

Eyes, moloch, and Dexter looked at Bob in confusion

Moloch: "WE ALWAYS ORDER PEPPERONI, WHY THE SUDDEN CHANGE?"

Bob: "Well I don't like pepperoni anymore, no toppings isn't going to hurt anyone"

Eyes: "No toppings are boring, I'll rather have pineapples on it than just plain cheese"

Dexter: "YOU'LL WHAT?!"

Eye: "I NEVER SAID IT WAS GOOD"

*laugh track plays*

Moloch wasn't having it so he went up to Bob and tried taking the phone but it ended up being a tug of war over the phone

Eyes was on Molochs side and grabbed Bob so Moloch can have the phone to order

Rick: "Hello?"

Moloch (with his deep demonic voice): "Can you change that order?...yeah yeah I'll like a large pepperoni pizza…

Moloch decided it'll be funnier to torture Bob with more meat

Moloch: "yknow what I'll also have it with bacon, beef, sausage, and ham"

Moloch hangs up the phone

Bob was flabbergasted

Eyes lets go of Bob while everyone judges him

Dexter: "You never even eat the pizza, why are you crying?"

Bob: "You wouldn't get it"

Dexter: "Whatever just go and pick up the pizza"

Bob: "Can someone at least come with me"

Dexter and Moloch: "NOT IT!"

Eyes led out a big sigh as he went with Bob to the car

Once they left Dexter and moloch looked at eachother

Dexter: "Yknow I'll actually prefer to have the cheese pizza"

Moloch: "Of course you do, you think pepperonis are too spicy for you"

Dexter: "NO I DON'T"

Moloch: "YOU PROBABLY THINK BANANAS ARE SPICY"

*laugh track plays*

Dexter and Moloch started to fight (think of those cartoons where there's a crowd of smoke in front of the fight)

We then cut back to Eyes and Bob going to get their pizza

Bob: "Stay in the car, I'll call you when I need you"

Bob gets inside the Little Caesars

he had to duck to get inside the building, the doors were too small :(

Bob: "Hello, I ordered the big meat thing"

Rick: "You have to wait another 10 minutes sorry"

Bob was flabbergasted

Bob didn't know what to do, but the first thing he needs to do is stress eat

Bob went outside the Little Caesars and found a random jogger passing by

Bob then proceeds to eat the jogger like a rabid zombie

He gets back in the car with Eyes while eating a leg

Eyes: "WHERE'S THE PIZZA?"

Bob: "Our pizza wasn't hot and ready, we have to wait another 10 minutes"

Eyes was flabbergasted

Out of anger, Eyes got out of the car and ran into the Little Caesars

Rick noticed Eyes outside the window

Rick: "I quit"

Rick got out of the building before Eyes started to destroy everything and killed every non spooky month character

Meanwhile we cut back to Dexter and Moloch fighting

They stopped their fighting and noticed something on the news, it was Eyes

Moloch: "Well that just happened"

*laugh track plays*

Eyes and Bob came back but instead of the one pizza they ordered it was multiple pizzas they were carrying

Dexter and Moloch may have caused a mess in the house but they were overjoyed with the pizzas

Eyes: "WHAT DID YOU LITTLE PILES OF FLESH DO TO THE HOUSE?!"

Dexter and Moloch started to point fingers at each other and argue

Bob was not happy with this game night Friday and begins running into his room crying like a pissed off teenager

Everyone followed him into his room

Dexter: "WHY ARE YOU CRYING SO DAMN LOUD?"

Bob: "This game night Friday is horrible, first the toppings, then the pizzas, now the living room is ruined"

Dexter: "I mean you kind of started it with the no toppi-"

Eyes smacked Dexter in the face to make him shut up

Eyes: "I mean I did kill a lot of people, I actually saved up some body parts for you to eat"

Bob: *sniffs* "Really?"

Eyes: "Yeah and we can clean this place up tomorrow"

Dexter and Moloch didn't like cleaning but didn't complain

Bob was now jumped with joy

Bob: "SO THAT MEANS WE CAN FINALLY PLAY OUR GAMES NOW"

Everyone was now excited (and by everyone I mean only Bob and Eyes)

They all began to play their game (jackbox party pack games)

They ate their pizzas while Bob was drinking

Dexter: "The pizzas are cold"

Bob: "I told you they weren't hot and ready"

Bob said while looking at Eyes

*laugh track plays*

Moloch: "We should've ordered at an Italian restaurant instead"

Dexter: "Well you should've suggested it when you had the chance"

Bob: "Speaking of Italian pizza, did you know that margherita of savoy, the queen that the margherita pizza was named after, before dying, fell in a comatose state that made her unable to speak or move"

Everyone looked at Bob

*laugh track plays*

*iconic outro music plays*

The End

#spooky month #spooky month fanfic #spooky month bob #spooky month au #spooky month dexter #spooky month moloch #spooky month eyes

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sjhanny2000 · 2 years

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Hair Care Frustrations

I have an answer to the ask from @summerofsleep here:

Hello, it's me again. Thank you so much for responding!

Since you write for Naruto, could you do Naruto boys with an s/o that has really long hair (Kushinas hair length for example), and what they would do if their hair was stressing them out (getting in the way during training, during jobs, hot nights in summer, etc)

AGAIN THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR RESPONDING!!

For now, I'm just going to do the Naruto, Sasuke, Kiba, and Shikamaru but I definitely want to delve into other male characters as well when I have more time!

Warning(s): fluff, implied/mentioned past trauma, hurt/comfort

First of all, it important to establish that Naruto is an absolute simp for you. Mans would do anything you ask without a shred of hesitation (golden retriever personality all the way)

However, Naruto, due to his rough upbringing and personality, isn't always the most observant individual

It'll take him some time to notice how much your hair has been stressing you out lately. You also don't want to bother him something that shouldn't be a problem but is because he's already busy with training, etc.

With that said, he does notice eventually and when he does realize what's going on, Naruto will not let the issue go until he's fixed it!

He instantly is stumped on what to do however and quickly seeks out help from Sakura, who just happens to hanging out with the other girls at the time.

Before he knows it, he's going through the ringer, being taught how to braid and all kinds of things. Is he good at it though? No, not in the slightest.

Still, Naruto doesn't give up and for weeks practices whenever he can, with Konohamaru often joining in for the "important training exercise"

Finally, after days of failures and practicing, Naruto approaches you as you once again flick your (h/c) locks from your face and demands to fix it for you

You were honestly dumbfounded by his demand but let him do his thing, only to be shocked when the man pulled out a hair tie out of his pocket!

You continued to be shocked when, after a few minutes and endless chatter from the blonde, your hair was placed in a perfect braid, one better than you could have ever managed.

In the end, Naruto would be beaming with pride and you couldn't help but fall deeper in love with the goofball.

Sasuke, our emo boy, does not and will not care about your hair struggles. At least, not at first or outwardly.

Our emo boy is far quicker than his blonde counterpart in noticing the issues you have with your hair and has no problem in bluntly telling you the truth.

"If it bothers you so much, cut it."

"Deal with it or I'll chop it off myself."

Now this is the point where two different scenarios take form: (1) you do as he says and cut it OR (2) you don't cut it and either beat his ass or simply ignore him

Now if we're dealing with situation one, it honestly fixes nothing. Your hair is still posing to be a problem and nothing gets solved.

Also, let's be honest, Sasuke definitely comes across as a guy that likes to play or at least pull (my kinky folks) your hair as a warning or punishment

He's gonna sulk a bit about that excess hair being gone. If you shave your head completely, the man might even yell at you!

For scenario 2, Sasuke will not tolerate your hair problems impeding his goals. This means that something has got to be done.

Queue Sasuke looking back to his childhood and remembering how his mother tended to her hair, or how Itachi would style his when they were children.

He won't take the effort to learn any techniques or styles like Naruto, it's a waste of his time.

With what he knows, Sasuke will either put your hair in a bun or a braid (he likes the feeling)

If that doesn't work, his patience has run thin and he'll berate you until you figure out what to do with it.

Out of the four guys in this post, Kiba will probably be the most knowledgeable and best at helping with your hair.

He grew up in a house full of girls, that being his mom and sister, and he found himself watching Tsume braid Hana's hair before bed or watching Tsume do the bare minimum with her own but still something.

With Akamaru having long fur as well, Kiba's learned the best way to take care of hair, both human and dog

So, when he notices how you've been struggling with your own hair, dog boy wastes no time in helping you out.

Whenever you're together, his hands are in your hair, either playing with it or styling it with his own preferences.

"Leave it in the buns or else!"

Hella loves putting your hair up cause it means he can smush his face in your neck and chest better. And to show off the hickies he left there the other day

But sometimes he likes it down so he can hide in the curtain of (h/c) and take a quick snooze

I think Kiba would also be pretty open about asking his mom, Hana, or Hinata for ideas from time to time.

He just wants to make sure his pretty little mate is happy and comfortable, even if it means he's gotta put in some extra work

Also, man will also use your hair as an excuse to come over and spend time with you, for training sessions to go longer, the works. Kiba just loves spending time with you!

Instant realization. Instant headache.

Shikamaru notices your hair struggles right away and all he could think at first was "what a drag"

You typically were fine about taking care of your hair but all long haired folks know that there are days of struggles too

He doesn't do anything at first, it's not his responsibility after all, but as the problem persists, so does his want to fix it. He barely wants to put his own hair up, let alone someone else's.

But, the person struggling is you.

Our resident smart boy quickly becomes annoyed with himself as he grows more and more frustrated at seeing the person he loves struggle.

His solution? Nap-.

No, our man, reluctantly mind you, goes to Yoshino and the Nara clan matriarch is far too delighted that Shikamaru feels inclined in any way to help you out

Yoshino quickly, much to Shikamaru's utter dismay, recruits not only Ino but Choji and Ino's moms as well!

Ino, being the teasing brat that she is, invites Hinata, TenTen and Sakura and all Shikamaru wants to do is die

Hours of mindless advice and examples go by and by the time the group of women appear to be satisfied with themselves, Shikamaru is brain dead and wants to bash his head against the wall.

The next time he sees you and before your hair problems can arise, cloud boy orders you to sit down and whips out the hair tie he's been carrying around in his pocket.

Shikamaru lazily yet expertly (just because it was boring didn't mean that he didn't pay attention to the girls' advice) put it up in not only a braid but curls it into a burn at the nape of your neck.

THEN HE PULLS OUT BOBBY PINS!!!!!

If doing your hair stops you from complaining (and it makes you happy), Shika will do it.

But wake him up from a nap or during cloud watching to do? He'll still do it, all the while mentioning how this is such a drag

~~~

Hopefully more to come!

#sjhanny asks #sjhanny #naruto imagines #naruto #naruto uzumaki #naruto x y/n #sasuke x reader #kiba x reader #shikamaru x reader #shikamaru x you #shikamaru x y/n #nara shikamaru x reader #kiba inuzuka x reader #inuzuka kiba x you #inuzuka kiba x y/n #uchiha sasuke x you

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bookwyrminspiration · 6 months

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re: your tags on a recent answer sayingabout reading stellarlune that stellarlune is only your second hated bc legacy is worse

i haven't read legacy in a hot minute so *chinhands* wanna tell me more?

i don't remember anything important from it except the whole Alvar thing (which, honestly, you're telling me the Neverseen had a method to completely wipe a guy's brain only to perfectly restore it with a certain trigger, and nobody talked about it again??) And I somewhat remember the trolls? great-aunt Luzia Vacker put a troll farm on her property for some reason i don't remember, then for some reason moved away from it and left it on the property out of her control? Wack

oh and i do remember being wildly annoyed by the ending, where sophie spends like twelve books up to this point vocally refuting the matchmaking system and not wanting to do it, but then she turns around and does it after all?? (and okay, i can admit that she probably did it bc she really loves fitz and like, if he'll only accept her if the matchmakers allowed it, then perhaps through the power of love it'll work out for her? but it doesn't, so she and fitz have to make hard decisions about their lives.) So yeah actually give me your matchmaking/legacy ending thoughts too!

I'd love to! However, you did just describe the plot of Flashback, not Legacy, so I'll try to cover both of them briefly

Flashback I'm mostly neutral on--I do enjoy the sophitz before Shannon started their forced crash (in Legacy, part of the reason I dislike it), and exploring Tam's potential with shadowflux is lovely since I love him. Few clarifications: Luzia made a secret alliance with the trolls to hide their hive, since it's their biggest vulnerability; she moved away because she needed more space. Apparently during that time, Luzia helped with experiments on them--but the hive left there was closed on their side, so Luzia wasn't part of the most recent batch; my guess is she thought it was inactive and abandoned, otherwise she wouldn't let the new Vackers live there

But yes, I was incredibly underwhelmed by its ending. Coming out of books where the cliffhanger is her entire family's been kidnapped, Alvar's lost his memories, her being ineligible for a pairing system I don't care about as the final reveal is like...ok. and? but, I do acknowledge this is entirely biased by my aromanticism and relationship anarchy. I simply don't give a shit. sophie, however, does. so I understand why from her pov that's a massive bombshell, and very stressful. i'm just not the audience for that reveal

unfortunately for me, that ending sets up a major part of the next book, which is why Legacy is my least favorite. I want to be very upfront and say my least favorite. this is my ranking based on my personal interests and enjoyment, it's absolutely fine if you (general) like Legacy. this is incredibly biased and opinionated

OKAY, so. I simply cannot get myself to care about Sophie's relationship woes, and they're not even written true to the characters! That thing I said about a forced crash? It's like as soon as they got together, Shannon decided the loss of hidden crush drama was too much, and she immediately sabotaged them to make up for it. This post gives a good example, adding a fake time crunch to make it seem more important and blaming Fitz. And the thing about Fitz being like "you wouldn't want to not find your parents, right?" when one of the first trust exercises they did together she told him directly she didn't want to because she thought she'd hate them. And they didn't brush past it! They talked about it a little! But of course now he's conveniently forgotten

If it was compelling, I could accept their demise. But it's not! It feels like drama for drama's sake, and it's just frustrating to read. With the seven books we spent building up to them, imploding everything about them in one book without any pay off is like...why. Just why. and it comprises SO MUCH of the story! Sophie's always thinking about it, prioritizing it, worrying about it, and I! am not here for that. Which is entirely a personal preference thing. i've been in a qpr for years, relationship anarchy is my normal, and it's just so...exhausting? reading her thoughts about how her life is going to be ruined and everyone's going to hate her. first of all, that's clearly an overreaction and I'm not believing this tension for a second. second, boo fucking hoo. you're atypical. join the club and stop moaning about how it sucks to be us. she's on a learning/acceptance curve, I know, but that doesn't make it fun to hear that kind of rhetoric--especially since I'm fairly certain Shannon wrote this without that in mind at all

I am aware I'm being mean to Sophie. I can logically understand all her beliefs and actions, and I know they're suited to her, her background, her values, and where she is in life right now. on a technical level, I get it. that doesn't mean emotionally I enjoy it, even if there's a reason to it all. it's simply a part of the story I, as an aromantic person, dislike. and that is my experience and opinion, I am in no way speaking for others.

so to summarize: I hate how the characters were handles and how sophie thinks of matchmaking in Legacy, and those things were a significant portion of the book, so I don't like it in general. personally. my very biased and emotionally driven opinion :)

#kotlc #kotlc crit #quil's queries #valentinerose529 #i always feel like I'm so close but not quite there with explaining it #there's something there. that I keep struggling to define #that's the crux of it all #even though the final message is going to be 'the system is bad you should do what you want'#sophie spends this book battling and parroting amatonormativity. and while she'll learn.#the reality is that's how she behaves in this book. pouting and despairing about this system and how much she #wishes she didn't have to have an abnormal realtionship #but it's a point of pride in my aromantic identity. so sophie and I really just aren't on the same page here #and of course we don't /have/ to be. everyone is allowed to have their feelings #i simply don't share hers.#and I'm not going to empathize with her. i feel /compassion/ for her struggles and journey #but I'm proud of this part of me. i'm not going to change that to feel sad about how she's like me #i hope I'm explaining this well

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calronhunt · 7 months

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“I never stood a chance, did I?”

“I never stood a chance, did I?” Tracy said. Her hands fidgeted on her lap, only slightly because of the cool fall air. She couldn't stop thinking about the night before, the blood and the anger and the—

She'd snapped again, she knew she had. The guilt and shame hung heavy in her mind and her heart, she couldn't stand it. She'd told her mother that she'd been getting better, she was finally getting somewhere with her mental health, had found someone who was willing to work through it with her, had found someone who LIKED her.

That had been a lie though, it had all been a lie.

The anger was gone now, and all that was left was guilt. Hot as boiling water, daring to spill over into a meltdown at any minute.

Lydia sat on the bench next to her. She tilted her head at Tracy's words. It was another moment before she spoke again.

"I don't think so," Lydia said. "I think you cared about someone and felt betrayed. Anyone would react the way you did."

"No they wouldn't," Tracy replied. "Normal people would relax and walk away. Normal people wouldn't scream and yell and punch and kick and grab a pair of scissors and—"

Tracy stopped herself. Her voice had risen as she spoke and a couple of people around them at the park turned to her. Some parent with their daughter took her farther away. Shame burned on Tracy's neck. There she went again, not being able to control herself. If she couldn't even keep it together when she was upset how would she be expected to do anything else with her fucking life.

She bunched her hands up on her knees. She didn't want to recount it anymore. Tracy waited for Lydia to say something. She always took her time responding. Tracy has asked her about it before, and she simply told Tracy that she wanted to make sure Tracy was done before she responded. It made Tracy on edge though. The dead air felt like judgment enough.

"I think," Lydia said slowly. "Anger is an emotion like any other. People consider it the bad emotion, but think what you would be without it. His betrayal still would've hurt, but what would you have done about it? You wouldn't have screamed, you probably would've rolled over and gotten hurt again, and again, and again."

"I…guess," Tracy said. That made sense. "But I don't want to hurt people."

"People do it to you all the time," Lydia retorted. "Why shouldn't you be able to do it in return?"

Tracy flipped that around in her mind, and while it didn't sit right, the shame and guilt of the thought upset her enough, but…it made. Sense.

Lydia continued when Tracy didn't say any more. "Your moms, this guy, this world…they're allowed to do anything they want to you, but you aren't allowed to do anything back. How is that fair?"

"...I…don't know. It just is," Tracy said lamely. "Cause if I do I'll hurt someone. Like physically hurt someone. And that's against the law, and it'll cause more trouble for my mom and—"

"Defending yourself from people who hurt you is never wrong, Tracy," Lydia said. She smiled at Tracy and stood up from the bench, graceful as a cat. "It's getting late though, I need to head home. We can continue this talk later?"

"Uh, yeah. Sure yeah," Tracy said. Tracy followed suit, though she felt awkward and stiff in her body.

She walked Lydia to her car like she always did. But as she watched Lydia drive off the things she said stuck in Tracy's mind like a thorn.

She thought again about the other night. The blood on her hands, the black and red mixing into some strange painting. Was that defense? Maybe it was, maybe she did the right thing. Yuri had hurt her and she hurt him back. They were even now, she supposed.

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Something happened and i got possessed. Enjoy Tracy and Lydia moments

#ask #lydia sucks so bad #tracy's like 'pretty lady said this so it must be true'

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anxiouspotato · 2 years

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Heard in my school- Part 2- Spring semeter edition:

*On the bus*

Kid: Dude... I was on my laptop yesterday and some teacher was on (computer monitoring software) and I'm not sure who... so anyways... I was kinda messing around and searched 'Snake' on Google and whatever teacher that was watching me closed the tab before the results came up. So I did it again. And they kept closing the tab so I finally opened a Google Document and wrote in huge letters "Bro... Stop closing out my tabs" and tried 'Snake' again and this teacher just closed out of my computer.

Friend: Wait... what class were you in?

Kid: Lunch

*In the hallway*

Student 1: Hey! (Student 2)!

Geometry teacher: *To me and my sister* Aww! Look! (Student 1) is pretending he has friends!

*Earth Science*

*Student comes in with bag of candy and begins handing it out*

Teacher: Come on now (Student)... you should know by now that you can't make friends using candy... the second you run out of sugar they're going to ditch you

*Earth Science*

*Student 1 and Student 2 being noisy*

Teacher: Does anybody remember the day last month when (student 1) and (student 2) were both absent?!?! It was so quiet!

*English class*

Student: *Walks up to teacher* Hypothetically speaking, if a student had one of those party popper things and popped it in class, would you write them up?

Teacher: Hypothetically speaking? I mean... probably not... where are you hiding it?

Student: Oh no... not me... I'm asking for a friend...

*Student proceeds to walk up to front of room and pops the party popper*

Teacher: You're going to clean that up... right?

Student: Sure

*Five minutes later*

Teacher: I'm regretting my choice... now my room smells like gunpowder... thanks (Student)

*Homeroom*

*Janitor walks in with a huge roll of paper towels and awkwardly hands it to teacher*

Teacher: Uh? Thanks?

Janitor: The office said you needed paper towels...

Student: YES!!! (Teacher) you need paper towels!!!!! *Runs up to get the roll*

Teacher: Okay?

Student: *to janitor* Thank you! She needs paper towels... she just hasn't realized it yet.

*After band concert*

Trumpet player: Yeah! Y'all did great! I'm going home and crying now! See y'all tomorrow!

*During band concert*

Band director: *Gets so into music he forgets he's controlling us and we're waiting for the cue to finish song.* *Proceeds to forget his own name*

*Trying to smoke a cigarette on the bus*

Friend 1: Hey (Friend 2) can I have a cigarette?

Friend 2: Nah man... you can't smoke on the bus... it'll smell too much

Friend 3: I mean you could... we'd just have to get a draft going... if *starts pointing out windows that'd have to be opened* then it'd work

Friend 2: Yeeeaaaahhh... that'd work... I only see one problem with that plan...

Friend 3: What's that?

Friend 2: You'd have to convince (Student 4) to open his window so that (Friend 1) can smoke a cigarette...

Friend 1: Hey (Student 4) can you open your window for me?

Student 4: *Barely glances up* no.

*Health class*

*Debating whether or not (student 1) has a hickey on his neck while he denies it, although it really looks like a hickey*

Teacher: *Walks past him and pats him on the shoulder* It does look like a hickey bud.

*After group debate finishes*

Student overseeing: Okay! You all did great! I enjoyed seeing all of your ideas! We still have about 30 minutes before we have to reconvene with the rest of the groups so we're going to have a few fun debates. Before we start that though, does anybody have any questions, comments or concerns?

Student: *Raises hand*

Student overseeing: Sure! What's up!

Student: How much wood would a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood?

Student overseeing: Uh... no... we're not doing that. Next question please!

*On the bus*

Bus driver: Are y'all in the back getting hot?

Students: Yeah

Bus driver: Okay, I'll turn the heat off.

Student 1: Thanks Mom!

Student 2: Yeah thanks Mom!

Bus driver: I don't mind if you call me Mom but just remember one thing, Mothers Day is coming up and I expect a gift.

Student 1: Okay, I'll get you one.

Student 2: Oh sh*t. Nevermind!

*Band*

Whole band: *Playing piece before competition*

*One lone trumpet comes in during what should be a low brass part*

Director: Hey uh... was that (trumpet player)

Trumpet player: Uh... yeah... that was me

Director: Okay... do you know what measure we're on?

Trumpet player: Yeah measure 82

Director: And you play in measure 82?

Trumpet player: Yea-nope. Nevermind. Sorry my bad.

*Day of competition*

*Trumpet player begins to come back in early like the day prior*

Director: *Whisper shouts* NOT YET (trumpet player)

*Author's note! We just listened to the judges comments and when he began to come in early, one of the judges goes "whoops!" and that was probably one of the funniest things I've ever heard*

*English class*

*Kids demonstrating GoNoodle to our english teacher who'd never heard of it before*

English teacher: And what grade did you all do this in?

Students: Fourth and fifth

Teacher: Wow... that explains a lot

Sudent 1: Yeah! Our teachers used it to get our wigglies out!

Teacher: This explains so much

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after-nine-at-the-oasis · 1 year

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AAHHHHH the proposal :)) glad we don't have to wait lol xD

Hmm yeah I doubt it's gonna be perfect xDD

Or simple lol

Hmm idk y'all I don't think so

Besides just not being them it sounds like asking for trouble xD

LOL YEAH exactly, you're just pitching potential calls SLFLJDKGS XDD

UH OH o.o

Oh dang 😬😬😬 that does not look good

A FIRE??!?!!

The "a" has less emphasis it's just the start of the sentence lol

Anyway OHH nooo

And it's hot too?? Yeesh 😭😬

Like from the fire I mean xdd

UHH OHHH

O.O

None of this is good xd

For that call I mean lol the proposal is AAHHHHH :DD!!

That's the last of my last thoughts! Now it's time for the. . .

REVIEW

I loved this episode!! I thought it was great :D. The calls were great :D. And with the taxes one relating to one of the plots and the guy who was a flight risk turning into one, they fit in really well :). Also Chimney and Maddie were so hilarious this episode xD. And of course AAHHH relating to them but we'll talk about that in a minute. Oh, also, BUDDIEEEE!! Come on Buck she seems nice but you have Eddieee xd. Anyway lol, yeah, it was a great episode :D 🥰.

Now it's time for the individual parts!

Except, again, quick note xd: this review is being written the day before (actually day of, just past midnight, because I accidentally took a nap till 11:50 lol) the next next episode. As in, it's May 7th (/8th) XDD. Tomorrow morning I'll catch up by watching episode 16, and liveblog it, and then do the review sometime during the day. But more pertinent to this review is the two weeks since the episode thing. I do have some time to write this, but I don't necessarily remember much about this episode lol, so it'll probably be pretty short xd. I may add it to the (not actual yet but it should be) list of reviews I want to add more on to lol. Also, I'm writing everything now after the first two promo liveblog lines xd. After "perfect xDD" lol. Anyway, moving on xD 🥰.

Ravi! I think he gets one of these now :D. He was great this episode :), even though we didn't see him much. He was great at his job <33. I'm excited to see him more in the future!! I love him 🥰.

Hen! We didn't see her much this episode but she was great :D. She was great at her job :)). I've seen some stuff saying she's unfair with some stuff next time, based on other promos or summaries or something, but I really hope it's not too bad xd. Anyway! I love her :)) 🥰🥰❤️.

Bobby! He was great this episode :). We didn't get too much of him, but still :). It was lovely as always to see him supporting Athena 🥰. They're my babeys your honor :'D. I love them so much <33. Anyway, he was great at his job this week :). I love him ❤️🥰🥰.

Buck and Eddie! AAAAHHHHHHHH!! Y ' A L L!! GET IT TOGETHER!!! XDD. Okay let's go back to the begining lol (aka the larger encompassing, more average review lol). They were both great this episode :)). And they were both great at their jobs 🥰. But BUCK!! Come on boy, she seems nice and all, but you have Eddie RIGHT. THERE!! Buck like "ohh nobody sees me" LOOK AT WHO'S STANDING NEXT TO YOU!! BESIDES THE FACT THST HE'S EVEN STARING AT YOU R I G H T N O W!! And just besides my fan, Buddie brain, it really doesn't make much sense. I mean, to say that no one's seen him. I do really just want Buck (and Eddie) to be happy, but come on guys xd. Also, she's like, kinda obsessed with his death xD. I kinda get it since it's cool but, come on girl chill xd. It's not like he's the only person who's ever temporarily died - like I said in my liveblog, you can go over to Texas and grab like 5 pretty dang easily xD. Anyway, I am interested in seeing where this is going lol :). I just hope it eventually leads to Buddie XD. Although honestly I don't know what I'd do lol. Probably die XD. Anyway! They were both great this episode, and had some great scenes together :). I love them 🥰🥰.

Athena! She was great this episode :DD. She slayed honestly 🥰. I felt so bad for her though :((. Having to watch the guy die, even if he was a jerk, and feeling like it was her fault D':. She doesn't deserve that <33. And of course the bits of Bathena we got were wonderful :')). Even though the guy ended up dying in the end (though the plot itself was kind of HILARIOUS xD), I'm glad they got everything worked/sorted out :). Even through all the crazy, they figured it out - Athena did, really. She was great at her job this week :). I'm so proud of her <3. Again though, it sucks that he had to die :((. It worked out mostly the best it could, but it's still a bit of a shame. Especially after he put all that effort in xD. Anyway, I loved the plotline, it was great and interesting :)). And again, Athena slayed :D. I love her 🥰🥰❤️❤️.

Chimney and Maddie! AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH :DDDDD!!!! THEY'RE GETTING MARRIED Y'ALLLLL :DD!! I mean, hopefully lol xD. But seriously, I think till happen soon :)). Maaaybe not next episode, as I've seen some people suggest, but soon :D. I mean, I just don't know if the proposal will actually end up happening next week or if it will be about to happen at the end of happen next week or what lol. But anyway! Back to this episode :). They were HILARIOUS XDD!! Their tax storyline was just so funny lol, I was dying xD. All the mistakes they filed (and come on guys I know your busy but filing with a computer xdd?), especially the head of house one. And we love healthy communication 🥰🥰 but is the IRS the palace to have it :)? XDDD That makes it sound sexual but I mean the "we'll just alternate years!" "yeah cool!" "aww I'm glad we're being so chill about this :))" XDD. Lovely lol, these idiots <333. I love em though xDD. Also I love how, besides just the theme, their storyline connected to the first call by hiring that guy :D. Good for him too, since half of his office burnt down lol. Also AAHHH their moments with Jee 🥰🥰. Y'all they're literally so adorable I can't 😭😭❤️🥰. They're such a sweet little family :')). AAAHHHHH JEE BETTER BE THE FLOWER GIRL!! IF NOT IN THE WEDDING IN SOME OTHER WAY!!! Anyway lol, yeah! I'm a bit nervous for next time, but I'm super excited :DD. Clearly so is Chim xD. Love how the guy was just like "get married", power move xD. But then also after that how Maddie was like "wellll I don't wanna push him to talk about it" mean while Chimney: *buying rings*. XDDD Slay Chim, honestly lol. But yeah :)). I'm super excited 🥰. And they great this episode :). They were both great at their jobs :D 🥰. I love them both so much 🥰🥰🥰❤️❤️ :DD.

Overall, I really enjoyed this episode! I thought it was great. The calls were fun, and they fit into the episode well. And while I love me some drama, there wasn't too much sad stuff. Unless you count poor Eddie getting his man stolen over there xD. Anyway lol, I really hope everything works out for the proposal :)). AAHHHH I'm so excited :DD. I'm so happy for Madney 🥰🥰. Like I said, I just hope everything works out well lol. Anyway, everybody was great this episode :). And once again I have to mention how hard Athena slayed :D. Good for her 🥰 :).

So yeah! I loved this episode, I thought it was great. It fit together really well. I'm excited for the next one! This has been my review of. . .

9-1-1, Season 6, Episode 15: Death and Taxes

It was great! I'm a bit nervous for the next episode, but I'm definitely excited as well. I'll be back here next week with my review of. . .

9-1-1, Season 6, Episode 16: Lost & Found

See you next week!

#9-1-1 #911 #911 on fox #911onfox #gayfirefighershow #oasis's 9-1-1 chatter #not anymore xDD (on fox lol)#(though I should've had this out before we found out if I had watched 16 when it aired sooo shh /hj XDD)#anyway yeah great episode fun calls loved it 10/10 :D #and just AAAHHHHHH I'm so excited for the next one :DDD :))#madneyyy 🥰🥰#I love them so much :DD 🥰🥰🥰❤️❤️#but yeah :D wonderful episode :)#I love you all :DDD ❤️❤️❤️❤️!!!#byeeee :))) 🥰🥰🥰🥰 <333!!!!

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rendevousz · 3 years

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freak

avengers x teen!fem!reader

summary: you get captured during a mission and the team saves you.

warnings: language, violence, brief misogyny, torture, **NO sexual assault (because as i was proofreading, i only implied most of the torture scenes because i didn't want to write it in graphic detail and i realised the vague wordings might be misinterpreted as sexual assault which IT IS NOT, just clearing it up), and also again, my inability to write good endings

word count: 4589

notes: i just rewatched iron man 2 so that explains justin hammer LMAO also ooc justin hammer because even tho mans evil, he gets extremely um.. cruel here but anyways i hope you enjoy this!!

you were 13 when you first met the avengers and 16 when you officially joined. you grew up as one of HYDRA's experimented children and the team had found you when they raided the base that you were in.

a small, sickly-looking kid you were, sat against your cell wall, hugging your knees. 13 but you could probably pass off as a 10 year old due to how malnourished and miserable you were. burying your head in between your knees, you covered your ears as the loud gunshot noises filled the whole place. the metal door of your cell slamming open against the wall had you whimpering, hands above your head in fear.

every time the door slammed open, guards would come drag you out for more experiments so it was an instinct for you to cower in fear at the sound.

"last room in the west hall, i found a little girl."

you heard nothing because you were covering your ears, preparing yourself to be forcefully dragged by the guards to the experiment room. but it never came.

"hey," a soft voice called. you were violently shaking at this point, breathing heavily as you tried to calm down. "hey, it's okay." the voice called out again and you felt them touch your shoulders.

your head immediately jolted up, flinching away from the stranger's touch. your eyes met a blue pair as you backed away into the corner in fear. "i'm sorry! i'm sorry, i didn't mean to." the man apologised. you slowly looked up at him, observing him. he had on a full black outfit, a quiver of arrows slinging on his shoulder and he was holding onto a bow.

"don't be scared. i'm here to help," he states with his hands out, as if to calm you down. "that's what they all say." you hissed through gritted teeth and a tear-stained face, glaring at him even though that could've been a very wrong move had it been with an actual HYDRA guard.

despite the strange feeling of being safe around this man, you didn't let your guard down. that's exactly what those scientists said seven years ago. trusting kind-looking men got you into this hell you never thought you would ever escape from and you weren't going to make the same mistake again.

"clint," a red-headed female, also in all black, entered through the open door of your cell with her pistol up. at the sight of the weapon, you broke your glare towards the man. your breathing quickened and you went back to your original position before the archer came; body pressed up against your knees and covering your ears with your palms.

"i'm sorry! i'm sorry! i'll come! please don't use that on me again," you whimpered, voice muffled as your face was hidden against your knees. the woman freezes mid-walk, looking at her friend with a bewildered expression.

"nat! put that away!" clint whispered harshly, eyes glaring at the pistol in nat's hands. nat's jaw dropped in realisation, a small gasp leaving her lips as she immediately put away her weapon.

she slowly makes her way to you and clint puts his arm out before she could get closer. he looks at her with a worried expression as he shook his head, as if telling her that she can't get too close to you. nat nods understandingly, crouching down a distance from you.

"hey," she spoke softly. "i promise you that we're not here to hurt you." you kept your face hidden from her, still hugging your legs tightly. nat sighs before sitting down.

"here, let's introduce ourselves. i'm nat and this right here is clint." you hear her speak and when you slowly lifted up your head, you saw the both of them sitting down in front of you, seeming to have made themselves at home in your pathetic cell. "what's your name?"

name? you had never been able to use your name before. you always kept your own name deep in your heart despite no one ever using it, afraid you would forget it if you stopped thinking of it. the only name they ever called you here was 'number five'.

"y/n," you whispered, still doubtful about these people's intentions. you almost burst out crying when you said your name out loud. that was the first time you introduced yourself with your actual name and not the number you were given ever since you were captured.

nat must have noticed this because she immediately spoke up, trying to distract you from your consuming thoughts. "y/n...that's a pretty name for a pretty girl like you. how old are you, y/n?" she asks again.

you contemplated once more but decided it was fine. you knew you were probably going to regret trusting these two strangers but what could be worse than what HYDRA has been doing to you for years?

"13," you muttered, looking down at your lap. you were now timidly seated cross-legged, playing with the tattered hem of your shorts. you heard a small gasp from one of them and looked up to see clint with his jaw dropped.

the two adults were both thinking of the same thing. how could you be 13? you were so small and sickly-looking, they didn't even think you were older than ten, let alone an early teen.

"i know you're scared and you have all the reasons in the world to be, but i promise you, we're here to help. we'll get you out of here, only if you trust us. will you trust us?" nat says. your mind was conflicted. you were either going to finally get out of this hellhole or you were going to be taken somewhere even worse than here. but could anywhere really be worse than here?

you decided to take a leap of faith and trust these two strangers. that decision had to have been the best decision you've ever made in your life.

you were now 18, an official avenger and you had the most amazing family you could've ever asked for. they were a bit on the crazier side but could you really have a normal family when said family consisted of superheroes? but you weren't complaining. you loved these people.

they were the ones who took care of you when you thought you had no one. having been a HYDRA experiment, you had abilities the normal human didn't. said ability being shapeshifting and healing. that's why you became an avenger. your shapeshifting ability was essential during missions where you had to sneak in and you being able to heal others was crucial when medic wasn't able to be there on time.

you pretty much came along to every mission despite the adults saying you don't have to. you knew they were only doing that to protect you from dangers of all those missions but how could you not when you had such abilities? they'd be much better with you helping.

that was why you were here, in bulgaria, fighting alongside the team. well, just steve, nat, clint, bucky and tony.

justin hammer had managed to get his hands on a type of out-of-this-planet weapon that tony was also trying to retrieve, and he had big plans with it. hence why the avengers had to come where hammer had wrecked havoc in; sofia, bulgaria. he had upgraded his robots with the tech used for the stolen weapon.

with evil robots attacking the whole city, it felt like you were living the story that wanda told you of what happened in sokovia before you met the avengers.

an hour passed before all of the robots had finally been taken down and you all knew you had to get to hammer before he activates more robots to distract you guys and uses the weapon for bad things.

"tony, have you located hammer?" steve's voice sounded in your ear through the comms. you had just finished healing the nasty gash on clint's side, nat's cut on her forehead and the bruises all over bucky. you were feeling significantly weaker now, from the amount of healing you did. you stumbled slightly when you walked and bucky immediately held onto your arm. "doll, are you okay?"

"i'm fine, buck. nothing i haven't dealt with before," you told him, gently removing his grip on your arm, walking back to the quinjet.

"no, absolutely not. we are not sending y/n right into a death trap. she's not even strong enough right now, she just finished healing us."

you were all back at the compound now and planning a second attack on justin hammer.

"it's not a death trap, buck. and i know you're worried but she's the only choice we got. y/n, all you gotta do is sneak in as one of his henchmen and provide entrance for us. once we get in, we'll take all his guards down and get that weapon from hammer and we won't have to worry about his world domination plans anymore. it'll be over as soon as it starts and she'll be back safe with us. sound good, y/n/n?"

"yeah, sure." you agreed, already having a person in mind that you were going to change yourself to.

the plan had gone just as steve wanted and they managed to raid justin hammer's building, tony stealing the very item that could've aided in the massacre of millions. justin and his henchmen managed to escape the building before the avengers could catch them.

"well, that was anticlimactic," tony scoffs, already making his way to the quinjet. "but good job, y/n. you saved the day once again."

he expected to hear a laugh from you, like you usually did, being the only one who ever responds to him after missions. but instead he was met with silence. "kid?" still no answer.

"y/n, where are you?" steve panicked, finally realising that you were the only one who hasn't responded in a hot minute. "y/n/n, this isn't funny." he breathed out.

"she's...she's gone."

"well, well, well," a voice spoke right as you woke up from your slumber. you squinted, noticing that you were in some sort of dark room with only one light bulb right above you. "what do we have here?"

a figure walks right in the light and you could barely make out justin hammer's ugly face with how dizzy you felt. "if it isn't the little freak." he states condescendingly, smirking down at your helpless position, both wrists and ankles cuffed onto the metal chair you were sat on. you struggled against the restraints, trying to get free but to no avail.

your breathing quickened, your current vulnerable state reminding you of your later years in HYDRA. they had started off experimenting on you on a metal gurney but as you grew older, you realised that what they were doing to you was bad so you started fighting back. that ended you up on a metal restraint chair instead of the gurney, strapped to the chair with cuffs on your wrists and ankles.

this felt like deja vu. the same panic you felt, the same breathing difficulties, the same amount of effort put into trying to get out of the restraints. "you should know, princess, that that doesn't work." hammer chuckled, a fake pout on his lips as he crouched in front of you, a rough hand on your cheek. you instinctively jerked away from his touch, to which he paid no mind to because he had expected that. he then grabbed your chin harshly, turning your head up towards him. you glared at him.

"you think i didn't know what you did? snuck in as one of my men using your freaky powers? not to mention useless. imagine having powers but not being able to use them to even escape from mere humans," he laughs in your face, harshly letting go of your chin, throwing your head backwards. "you tell me where stark planned to bring the weapon and i'll let you pretty little thing go."

"no."

before you could even comprehend, his fist came flying at your face and your head dropped to the side at the impact. your left cheekbone was throbbing and you could already tell you were gonna have a black eye. despite the pain, it wasn't something you weren't used to. you were an avenger, after all. getting decked in the face was practically in the contract.

he grabbed your chin once again, pulling your head upwards to face him. "you're gonna tell me where it is or i'm gonna make you regret it."

you looked up at him with a bored look. he punched you again. and again. and again. until you could taste the blood on your tongue. "think you wanna tell me now, sweetheart?"

"never. not to someone like you."

the man seemed to get a kick out of beating you up because he punched you again in the face. your whole face was pretty much numb now and the metallic taste in your mouth intensified. you smirked at the man before you, chuckling darkly.

"sure, beat up the helpless girl. that's the only way you can beat me, right? when i'm all tied up? what a man,"

his hand was around your throat within a second and he forced you to look him in the eyes again. "sweetheart, you're a girl. tied or not, you're still weak. not even with that useless power of yours."

taking advantage of how close his face was to yours, you gathered as much bloody saliva in your mouth before spitting it in his face.

it was very much the wrong thing to do because after he wiped off his face, he left the room and two men came in, various tools in hand for their fun with you.

"stark! my buddy! how's it going?" justin hammer's face appeared on the screen in the conference room, where the avengers were having a meeting about your possible whereabouts.

"where is she?!" wanda growled, standing up abruptly.

"what ever do you mean?" hammer smirked, feigning innocence. "you know what we mean. where is she?" steve spoke authoritatively, trying to control his anger at the sight of the man's face.

"i'll tell you where your thing is if you tell me where my thing is." he smiled wickedly. this caused wanda to get angrier. "y/n is not a thing! and the weapon was never yours in the first place!" vision held onto her to calm her down and it worked because she sat back down, though still glaring at the screen.

"oh she's not a thing? seems like it to me, though." he smirked and the team frowned, not understanding what he meant until they heard screams and justin's smirk widening at the sound. what a sick bastard. "what are you doing to her?!" bucky screamed, knocking his chair back as he stood up.

"i don't know, you tell me." he chuckles, and the screen changes to the live footage of you in the restraint chair with the two men in the room.

you were no longer fighting back now, just sat limply with your head dropped to the side. the first hour with them, you had been fighting back like you did with justin, despite the restraints, but now entering the second hour, you were too exhausted for anything.

your left eye had been swollen shut, you could barely breathe through your nose, your cheeks were throbbing like hell and your bottom lip was busted. your head was the only thing that moved freely when hit so the men seemed to find satisfaction the most when they punched you in the face. though that didn't stop them from inflicting pain on other parts of you.

"let her go, she's just a kid!" sam exclaimed, his grip on the edge of the table tightening to control his anger. peter and wanda were crying looking at the awful state you were in, clint, tony and bruce were silent in shock, steve and bucky were getting increasingly angry as the abuse continued.

"are you going to tell us where stark is keeping the weapon or have you not gotten enough?" one of the two men was heard asking, pulling your hair back to make you look up at him. you look at with your half-opened right eye, breathing heavily. "my answer's never gonna change no matter how many times you ask."

he scoffs, stepping back before the other man swings a bat right at your stomach. the air was immediately knocked out of your lung. the men laughed as you coughed up blood profusely. this caused wanda to get more hysterical.

"well, looks like she wants more. i'll call back when she's had enough. toodles," he waves his fingers at the camera with a sinister smirk before abruptly ending the call.

the room went silent after the call, save for bucky and sam breathing heavily from the anger they felt. bucky then turned to steve, pain could be seen on his face. "you said she would be safe."

"i–i'm sorry, buck. i didn't know he was gonna take her with him." steve was still frozen in shock, the image of you on the chair now permanently ingrained in his brain. in everyone's brains actually.

"guys, gear up, he's in colorado."

all heads turned towards natasha and she looked back at them with a 'what?' expression. "you were tracking him down the whole time?"

"um, duh? now come on, gotta save our girl."

you awoke to a stinging sensation on your inner forearm. after your bloody coughing fit, they proceeded to beat you up again and you were knocked out then. now you were slowly regaining consciousness but you were starting to prefer being passed out. your whole body was in pain and the fact that you couldn't even move made it even worse.

"oh, lookie here. sleeping beauty is up." you were met once again with justin hammer's ugly face. he was sitting on a chair perpendicular to your left side. you couldn't wait to get out of here so you didn't have to keep seeing his face every time you woke up. your inner forearm was stinging even more now so you looked down at it. you gasped at the sight.

"how'd you like my artwork?" he chuckled at your reaction. there on your arm, obviously carved out with the bloody knife that the asshole was so proudly holding on to, was 'FREAK'. carved out big and bold. on your skin. "pretty fitting, eh? freak? because, you know, that's what you are."

the blood was seeping out through the cuts and it stung even more now that it had been exposed to the air. the asshole moved his chair to your other side. "what should i write on this arm?" he feigns a thinking expression, looking up thoughtfully with his thumb and pointer finger on his chin.

"please, i–i don't know where tony put it. i really don't." you cried, tears now flowing freely down your face without a shame.

he looks at you with amusement. "what is this? are you...are you giving up already? can't take anymore?" he smirks and you sigh, closing your eyes. you just awoke but you were exhausted. so, so exhausted.

he takes out his phone, the smirk now permanent on his ugly face. "stark! kid's finally had enough. wanna tell me where the weapon is now or do you want to find her body at the bottom of the ocean?"

you couldn't even be bothered to react to his statement. the pain all finally registered and you were tired. tired and in excruciating pain.

"kinda busy right now, can you call back later?" you could hear tony's voice sound from justin's phone and the man beside you laughed. "i see you don't care for the girl. what could possibly be more important than saving her?"

"i don't know, you tell me." a voice said from behind you two and before you knew it, hammer was knocked off the chair he was on. you weakly turned your head just in time to see a metal arm force hammer up onto his feet before wrapping around his neck. "don't you fucking touch her again."

"y/n!" you heard wanda's voice as she entered the room with peter. more tears flowed down your face at the sight of them, stinging when they rolled past the cuts on your face but that didn't matter. your family was finally here to save you.

you saw the red mist of wanda's powers surround your cuffs before they clicked open. "oh, bubs, i'm so sorry." she cried, both hands hovering around your face, hesitating to touch you in fear of hurting you. her eyes fell onto the words carved out onto your skin and her mouth fell open before covering it with her hand. "i'm so sorry we couldn't get to you sooner." peter's voice cracked and you could tell he was emotional.

"it's okay," you told them, giving them a small smile, the biggest one you could give in your current state.

tony, sam and steve entered the room to see bucky relentlessly beating up your captor and wanda and peter standing by you as you cried.

"cupcake, we're here now. don't cry, you're safe now." tony came closer and despite knowing that you were because your family was finally here, you couldn't help but let out all the pent up emotions you've kept throughout your time of captivity.

sam had a go at justin once bucky was done and steve had to physically pry them both off of the sick bastard so that nat could cuff him and bring him back to the jet.

"y/n/n, i'm so sorry. if i hadn't–"

"it's okay, stevie." you cut him off. truthfully, you only did so because you knew he was going to giving a long-winded explanation justifying his actions and your headache couldn't bear to hear lengthy sentences. but you also didn't think it was in any way his fault so he didn't deserve to be beating himself up for this. shit happens, anyway.

"let's get you out of here, doll." bucky says, cringing when he sees the blood on the floor of your chair, as well as on your clothes. he quickly reaches to lift you off the chair but stops when you let out an ear-piercing scream of pain. "doll, i'm so sorry! did i hurt you?!" bucky questions in panic.

"y–you didn't, they did. it...it hurts everywhere," you cried, feeling hopeless that you couldn't even bear being carried by someone, let alone get up by yourself. their hearts broke when you said that. you never really cried much in front of them and you were known to withstand pain well because of how much shit HYDRA put you in as well as your powers being healing, meaning you had a higher pain tolerance than most people.

"it's okay, bubs. i got you. let's get you home, alright?" wanda's calming voice broke you out of your breakdown and red mist surrounded your whole body, wanda moving you with her powers. you were thankful of that because it didn't cause any more pain to your body.

maybe hammer was right. maybe you are just a freak with useless powers. wanda floated you into the jet and she set you down on the bed. "y/n, oh my god!" clint cried out once he sees you. you looked much worse than you did on hammer's camera footage during the call an hour ago. "kid, i'm so sorry."

"clint, take the wheel. bruce doesn't have all the resources needed. she needs to be treated ASAP." nat tells her best friend and he nods, taking the wheel and immediately taking off once everyone had boarded.

you were laid on the bed, right eye slightly open as bruce examined you. exhaustion hit you like a truck and before you knew it, you blacked out.

"how is she, doc?"

"pretty banged up but y/n, as i already knew, is a strong girl. lots of internal bleeding, broken bones, bruises and scars but she'll be fine. you can check her file later if you want," doctor cho tells tony outside of your room. "it's fine, can we see her?" he asks on behalf of the whole team standing behind him.

"yeah, of course! she woke up five minutes ago. i'll be off now, call me or my team if you need anything." she bids goodbye and left the group of superheroes.

steve slowly opens the door and there you were in bed, staring up at the ceiling. "hey, y/n/n," he greets sheepishly, feeling as though he had interrupted your alone time of blankly staring at the ceiling. the team trailed in behind him and soon your bed was surrounded by the avengers.

"hi, cupcake."

you looked away from the ceiling and turned your head towards tony. "oh, hey tones." you smile as sam helps you sit up while the rest sat on chairs all around you. "how you feeling, bub?" nat asks, eyes flickering down to the bold scarring of letters on your forearm.

"as okay as i can be." you answered truthfully, pressing your inner forearm closer to your body so the team doesn't see the letters carved onto your skin. you already know what you are, you didn't need the rest thinking so too.

"you're not a freak, bubs."

you look up at wanda. "i'm sorry, i didn't mean to read your mind. but they were awfully loud. you're not a freak, y/n. and you're not useless too. that bastard may have carved out that word onto your skin but the scar will fade. it's not permanent. you know why? because that's not what you are." she tells you, taking off her jacket to wrap it around you because you felt self conscious of the scars all over your arms where the team could see.

"yeah, doll. you're an amazing person and your powers help us so much. i mean, you saved millions just helping us get the weapon back from justin hammer. if you hadn't, well, who knows what could've been happening right now?" he places a gentle hand at the side of your head, stroking your hair.

"yeah and who heals us when we get really hurt during missions, huh? i mean, if you hadn't healed that stab wound i got during that mission in new mexico, i probably wouldn't even be here at this moment." clint tells you and you roll your eyes at him. "you're exaggerating."

"i am not!" he laughed and you playfully rolled your eyes once again.

"y/n/n, i'm really sorry for—"

"i don't wanna hear it, stevie."

"but–"

"no. it's not your fault. shit happens." you brush him off. "lang–"

"you say language to me, i'll blame this shit on you even when it's not your fault. try me, rogers." you glare at the blond super soldier. he raises his arms in surrender, leaning back on his chair as the team laughs.

the team continue to entertain you and you couldn't help but smile at the sight in front of you. these were the people who would drop anything for you and were willing to dropkick any asshole in the face for hurting you. justin hammer never had a chance against your family to begin with.

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the-illiterate-pirate · 2 years

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Because I'm so so so in love with my LS fic idea but can't find the motivation to actually WRITE IT, here's some headcanons and imagines for tha boys in the AU. I'm still trying to think of good plot for this so it'll probably still be a long while :((

I....got too into this I think. But I had fun. This is cut for length

Okay so a while ago I had this idea; basically Reader is found hurt and La Squadra nurses them back to health, but after they wake up again they're still forced blind because of wounds. La Squadra doesn't want Reader knowing they're yokai untill they're sure that they won't freak out. And until then LS is forced to act as humans and hide their true forms. This doesn't go as smoothly as they hope.

I feel like I'm leaving out a lot of things 😭

Here's.... This, it talks about what kind of yokai and spirits they all are

Formaggio- Kitsune (fox spirit)

You get manga-colors Maggi

He was the second to last one to join Risotto

Formaggio's true form is that of an average orange fox, and he can use telepathy to speak to others. But he thinks his human form is more comfortable. In that form, he still has his tails and ears but can speak normally. In the beginning of his relationship with Reader, he used his magic to hide those features, same as the rest of his group.

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How many tails a Kitsune has shows how wise or powerful the spirit is, Formaggio has three tails

Of course, being a fox spirit (and being Formaggio) he's incredibly teasing towards Reader

It's unknown, even to La Squadra, how old Formaggio actually is. He feigns hurt whenever you ask

You can see the tips of his ears growing gold, though. So he must be an older spirit.

Once, after encountering some hunters in the forest, seeing their dogs made Formaggio so freaked out, he reverted back to his real form and ran away back to camp. Illuso and Melone still won't let him live it down.

He's a baby for head scratches, and always melts under your hands. If you're ever trying to sweet talk him into something, that's the best way to go.

"Lets" you pamper him and his tails, but be careful getting too close to their bases, it gets him feeling frisky

Still thinks he's hot shit

He's always getting into spats with Illuso

"You know, Kitsune are said to be great and faithful guardians, and even greater lovers~" He shoots you a hot look

"Is that why the farmer down the mountain is always hitting you with his broom?"

Illuso cackles from across the bonfire

Speaking of farmers, his ears and tails are all nicked up from all of the traps he's set off in the past :(

He wears a hakama, one that divides in the legs. They're a dirty, almost beige color, with darker orange robes underneath. He keeps the sleeves longer than normal so he can hide his arms in them all sneaky like

He still has his animalistic tendencies, and on more than one occasion you've had him "gift" you a dead rabbit or bird he hunted himself

He always asks for head pats as a thanks

He's not allowed near the kitchen during dinner because he might just end up feeding you raw meat

Amazing cuddler btw, just look out for the tails. They WILL try to tickle you. But they do give you nice cushioning

Illuso- Ungaikyō (haunted mirror)

Joined before Formaggio

Upon reaching a hundred years of age, an Ungaikyo develops a soul and becomes a yokai, they grow a consciousness and are able to leave their mirror freely

In his mirror, Illuso can only be seen as a form of smoke with blood red eyes from an angle. If you were to stand in front of his mirror, you'd only see yourself with a more demonic form.

Out of his mirror, Illuso looks like just Illuso, but with a pair of horns at his temples

He wears gaudy gold jewelry he found in abandoned houses throughout his years. He spends literal minutes taking it off before bed. His favorite jewelry are these bejeweled chains he can decorate his horns with.

It should be obvious that he was very upset when he had to hide his horns away from you, and couldn't decorate them for some time

His has normal human skin, but his horns are slightly purple

He wears a black haori with royal purple sleeves over a white kimono (it still has that stupid quilt design like his normal outfit does)

Unlike the rest of the Squad, he's the only yokai without an earthly body. Everyone else was born on earth, whereas Illuso basically "spawned" one day, and his "body" is technically just an illusion

He feels like he's there, but he could just poof at any moment

Illuso is one of the cleanest yokai in the group, second only to Pros. He doesn't berate anyone on not being clean like he does, but his tent is noticably the best organized and cleaned

He doesn't need to eat. If he gets tired, he only needs to go back into his mirror.

If he doesn't get to his tent in time he just kind of... Dissipates into smoke. You'll get to see him later

He can sleep, but it doesn't give him much of a benefit. He does like spooning with you, though, but he's very cold.

Same with food, it doesn't fill him up, except rice is an exception

Alcohol does effect him, on the other hand. And he's a light weight.

He tries to get you to sit in his lap so he can feed you, even after your eyes healed and you could feed yourself

Has a strange connection to the crows and ravens on the mountain, sometimes they'll bring him shiny things, and he gets overjoyed.

Sometimes gifts you these shiny things.

He has a personal favorite crow he even introduced to you.

His name is Banshee, and he can even caw out human words

Illuso also taught him to say curses, of course

Pesci- Garappa

Was the last to join the Squadra with Prosciutto

Garappa are a regional corruption of the Kappa, but we don't care much for the regional part right now

They share similarities to the Kappa, but Garappa are much slimmer and have longer limbs than their counterpart. They're also shyer and more elusive than the other

In Pesci's case he's more sturdy and muscular than a normal Garappa

Squishy belly

I believe in chubby Pesci supremacy

You know that big tuft of hair Pesci has? When it gets wet, it kind of falls into a fan around his head and looks pretty similar to the pictures of Garappa and Kappa. You can also see the water dish on top of his head, normally hidden in his hair

To keep hydrated away from his river, he drinks a lot of water from his canteen.

Most of the team (save from Risotto and Prosciutto) tease him about only being half yokai. They even trick him into bowing so he looses the water in his dish. He goes rigged, and can't move, and has even gotten close to dying before. It normally falls to you to help fix him again because the others can't be bothered to do it

He was actually smitten with you before you even ever spoke to him. He first fell in love with your innocent appearance, and fell even deeper in love once he really got to know you.

Once you got your sight back, he always wore a hannya mask so you couldn't see his face, even in his human form, because he was scared you would find him disgusting and ugly. You were quick to shut that down

Pesci, being part of a creature with a history of assaulting women, was terrified you'd hate him after finding out he was a Garappa.

He was so relieved when you didn't freak out!!

He still doesn't like showing you his true form, though

In his human form, he looses the webbing between his fingers and toes, along with his shell. But he still has his water dish on his head and carries a fishy smell

He also wears forest green robes along with a darker grey hakama. Over it he wears his sleeveless long coat in the colder months.

Pesci will let you wear it, if you ask. And he thinks it's very cute on you.

His main job is the hunting and fishing. He does most of the cooking for you too, because he's the only omnivore in the group.

He looves cucumbers, and even has a small patch growing near the river.

He only ever eats fish and vegetables

Also loves sumo wrestling, and is pretty good at it along with hand to hand fighting.

Despite always bring picked on, it was him who got the first shot with Reader. He's still a bit proud of that fact

You sleep with him in bed the most out of the group. He kept you in his tent while you healed and you never really left

Should also mention he fares well with medicine and healing, and is very gentle with you while he patches up any wounds you have.

Doesn't tease you a lot, and is really the target of YOUR teasing. It doesn't matter how many kisses you've shared, he'll always go red in the face.

Shockingly, he's quick to choose violence if he ever thinks your in danger. Afterwards he'll apologize if he scared or hurt you.

I love Pesc Pesc

Prosciutto- Jorōgumo (🕷️)

Hehehe whore spider

While he and Pesci aren't related in this AU, Pros did take him under his "leg" as a sort of half brother role. They found each other a few years before officially joining Risotto and his group.

Possibly the eldest of the group, at 526 year old

He also has the most forms, with four different shapes he can take

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He can change from a normal sized golden orb-weaver spider, a bigger orb-weaver, a more grotesque mash of spider and human (which he dislikes changing into), a human form with four arms (and four tiddies, can't forget that) and eight eyes

He's probably the worst with magic, and he has a hard time concealing his extra eyes and arms. It was a problem before, but now he doesn't care. And you seem to like them anyway

He likes to carry you around in one pair of arms and do tricks with the others.

His dominant pair of eyes are normal in color, but the others share better similarities to Grateful Dead's eyes 👀, with full on green sclera and yellow irises

He wears a simple yukata with the same color and design as his suit in the series, and of course his usual pendant.

When he has both pairs of arms out he just goes topless and ties the extra robes around his torso

Tries to help with dinner, he's also a carnivore but he has more sense than Melone or Formaggio

You can find him relaxing near the fire with his kiseru pipe, he tries to stay away from you while doing so

He's closest to Risotto. Very close... He acts like a second father to the group and is a high voice of reason

On the topic of food, he and Risotto share meals. And by meals I mean human bodies. They wouldn't hurt a pure soul and only eat the offerings from the village down the mountain. Risotto sucks the body free of blood and Prosciutto eats the meat.

In his earlier years he would actually use his body to get prey, like a true Jorōgumo. But after being forced from his clan he grew out of those habits.

He's pretty and he knows it, even in his worst forms. He uses it against you

Out of his spider form his webbing shoots from under his nails. He uses his webbing frequently. It's pretty strong, and he's even made hammocks for everyone to use around the forest.

There's a cave off from the camp that he use to use like a nest but after you came along he started using it less and less. Now it's basically a breeding ground for his spider friends

Yes he communicates with the spiders on the mountain, no matter the species. Unlike Illuso he doesn't play favorites and speaks to them all equally. He's asked them to not hurt you

Every once in a while you can find a stray arachnid on your shoulder or robes. You're never truly sure if it's him or a friend

Yes he can and will use his webbing during sexy times don't ask

Melone- Uwabami- great serpent

Joined after Sorbet and Gelato

I really wanted to make Melone a Tsuchinoko, or a hammer child, because the idea of him being a little stumpy snake thing that rolled and jumped around everywhere was hilarious. But I decided that'd make for a very wonky looking naga

Melone's true form is that of a large snake scaling near sixteen feet or five meters, but he enjoys slithering around in a form that has a human torso and a snakes tail

His canines are sharper than normal, and his tongue is longer than a normal human's, that should've been your first clue he wasn't human after he shoved it down your throat the first time. Somehow you didn't realize

He's very interested in your human feet and legs. Even before your eyes healed he was always offering massages and check ups to give them his undivided attention.

Melone likes to just squeeze you with his whole body in hugs. He thinks you're just sooo cute and sooo small

If you're ever sharing a tent with him he really wraps around you entirely at night since he's cold blooded

And you're the perfect heat sorce~

He really can't do anything on his own if it's too cold

Always asks Ghiaccio to heat up the river so he "doesn't get hypothermia

Yokai can't get hypothermia

I can't remember how often snakes shed but let's just say cause he's a big boy he does it like ever month or two. He normally asks Risotto or Ghia to help

Strangely, he has a better bond with Ghiaccio than anyone else, despite Ghiaccio being so cold (literally and figuratively)

For someone who eats almost twice their own weight at each meal, he's very slim and has a smaller figure. That's a fast metabolism for you ig

During the colder seasons he hides away in a cave away from the base and hibernates for a long while :( after meeting you he decided he wanted to create a concoction that'll help with that

He's a bit of an alchemist. Like Pesci, he's a good healer. But while Pesci is more physical and herbal, Melone uses actual medicines and potions he's made himself

He's also better book smart, since he's one of the only yokai who can read.

Similar to Prosciutto, he was kicked out of his kind's clan because of his views. This was because Melone wanted to experience true love rather than fuck anything that moved and hope for offspring.

That does not mean he doesn't want to fuck YOU

But he wants it to be consensual and after some time together

Was completely on board with having a human wife, and was the second one to fall in love with you at first sight. Before you even knew about the arrangement he was always so touchy with you.

All in all compared to the rest Melone and Formaggio are tied for being the most lovey. Melone would positively die if you crawled into his lap and asked him to read you anything

Oops almost forgot–

He wears his usual eye mask but it's visible that the eye underneath is shut, and probably damaged. He hasn't told you anything about it yet :(

His clothing of choice is a one-sleeved kimono with the same coloring and patterns his outfit has. The right arm has been torn off, probably by himself, and partially shows off his chest a little. Sometimes he'll wear a sleeveless haori with it as well

He drops the kimono and only wears the haori in his "naga" form

"But I'd better prefer wearing nothing at all with you around." He licks his lips

It's been a while since these yokai have seen a live human woman, and they're horny. Can you blame them too much

He's also the only one who wears gloves. It's probably to conceal his cold hands and the scales growing on the back of his palms

Ghiaccio- Wani (sea monster)

Ghiaccio can control water, to an extent. He isn't as powerful as his elders who can control entire oceans or rivers, but he's made rivers run dry and has made it rain before, to try and impress you. He can freeze over the water or set it to boiling points as well and just about everything in between

He can also control the weather.

To an extent

He was the first to find and join Risotto

He's the youngest in the group. Maybe not by years, as Pesci is only 23, but mentally he's about 19

Rather than looking like a serpent monster, he looks more dragon, because I said so. And he has antlers rather than horns. They shed once every three years, and come back slightly bigger

He has the second largest pair of horns out of the group, second to Sorbet and Gelato who's are pretty similar in size. Ghiaccio's are still relatively small though

They get in the way a bit

In his truest form, he's a HUGE teal dragon with snow white antlers, and takes up soooo much space like THIS

Nowadays you spend every full moon keeping him company and offering him sake, despite him not being able to drink it in his dragon form.

Unlike the group, he relies on markings and magic runes to keep his human form. He looks really tatted up. You just thought he liked tattoos at first

He has those really cool marks under his eyes and around his nose and chin and forehead and yeah I like that a little

He needs help adding them to his body, and normally asks Melone since he's so flexible

Reptiles need to help other reptiles 🤝

They last for about a month, but fade around the new moon, where Ghiaccio leaves camp for three days before coming back, to replenish his energy

Unlike Melone, Wani don't need to hibernate. And he enjoys the snow and cold

He likes making "slush balls" in the winter, which are snowballs doused with berry juice. They're pretty good!

He's decently warm, but has terrible circulation in his hands.

He tries to keep his claws trimmed. For your sake

Ghiaccio is the only one who wears actual pants, they're black. Over it, he wears pale blue robes that are almost white

The only yokai that wears actual shoes, everyone else either go barefooted or has sandals

They're red dyed cloth boots

He had the "fuzzy eye" sickness that keeps him from seeing properly, and it makes him irritated

When he's bored he'll ask Melone to read to him, since he has a nice reading voice.

Being in the sun for too long gives him a headache, him and Risotto spend a lot of their days inside or hiding in the trees shadows. They're both much more active at night

He's also a big baby for head scritches

Just having your fingers in his curls is a blessed feeling

There's an theory going around the camp that he's actually a runaway prince, son of the Wani king deep in the sea, but Ghiaccio shuts them up quick about it. He's never denied the idea...

He likes Pesci's fish, and it's the only food he'll wait for to cook

He really wants to take you to the ocean some day

Risotto- Shiki (corpse demon)

I absolutely stole this idea from the anime

Watch Shiki, it's my favorite thriller

I couldn't find any good vampiric yokai but I'm unoriginal and wanted Risotto to be connected with blood

The leader of La Squadra

He burns in the sunlight, and even using magic to seem more human the sun gives him headaches and hurts his eyes

He stole some glasses off of a corpse a few years ago and have them to Ghiaccio, which seemed to cure his fuzzy eye sickness

Like I've stated before, he only eats when the village offers sacrifices. They're never pure or innocent, and are almost always people with tainted souls like thieves or murderers

Shiki normally feed once ever night, and can feed from the same host for multiple nights. But because Risotto doesn't have anywhere to store his feeding bags (and because he doesn't want to worry about accidentally creating a new Shiki) he just sucks them dry all at once, and that normally keeps him fed for a few weeks

Even if a Shiki doesn't normally kill you with one feeding, he wouldn't dream of asking you for your blood because of how sick it could make you. No matter how sweet you smell, he fights those urges

Being so big and strong, Risotto is afraid of hurting you by simply... Being in your presence. So he tends to come off as aloof from a distance

It'll take a lot of tempting from Reader to get to know him better

Despite fears, he's actually a very soft man. One of his darkest desires is to just hold you close for a long while but he doesn't want anyone to think of him as a softie

Is literally a walking corpse, don't expect him to be warm

He doesn't talk much, even before death he was as silent as a graveyard

His love language is gifting. He'll offer you pretty flowers he's found patrolling the mountain, or sake or soaps he finds searching abandoned buildings, anything he thinks you'll like.

In his eyes, you and the rest of his pack always come before himself. He's very selfless, and it sometimes gets him into trouble

Risotto was quick to accept the idea of a wife, for his pack members, but didn't entertained the thought that you would like him as well. He was the last one to truly accept his feelings for you, but he's happy be did

He's closest to Prosciutto. Very close....

Aside from super strength and senses, he's skilled with a katana

He was buried in his samurai outfit, a grey hakama (divided at the legs) and a cole black haori. He didn't wear robes under them, and has two straps crossing over his bare chest. This is what he wears after death too, and takes extra care to keep them clean after so long

In his life before he died, Risotto was a trained samurai, and was a close guard to a very important clan leader. He won't say who

I'd say he's a little over a hundred years old

Has a tattoo sleeve on his left arm that he keeps covered

Doesn't see the point in eating human food if he just needs to drink blood, but he joins the group at the fire every night

Risotto cares very deeply for his family, as he calls them secretly

Sorbet and Gelato- Oni

Boyfriends who sneak out of hell together stay together

They're the ones who found Reader, and were the ones to ask Risotto to keep you as their wife

The pair joined Risotto and Ghiaccio after seeing what a handful the little Wani was and decided they wanted to help

Sorbet comes off as uncaring, but he really loves his wife just as much as his husband

Gelato is perfectly happy with his relationship with Sorbet. But he really wanted someone new to dote on, that's where you come in

Hhhhhh poly Sorlato

They're very open about their love, and don't care who's watching

Their fangs do get in the way of their smooching, but they work around it

It's messy

They're normal oni colors, Sorbet is a shade of dark blue that's almost black and Gelato is red. Of course, they hide this with magic and give themselves human skin once Reader can finally see

Gelato's horns are sharper with a serrated curve to the longer ones, with two smaller ones between them. Sorbet's have a more noticeable curl to them (like a ram's) but are more blunt from use. They both have two pairs of horns

Gelato wears an army green kimono with a tan haori over it

Sorbet wears a light blue yukata with a darker hakama. Sometimes you'll see him wearing Gelato's haori.

It's actually his, but Gelato wears it more than him and gets pouty when Sorbet won't let him wear it

They have a matching set of earrings on opposite ears

Scratch Prosciutto being the eldest, Gelato and Sorbet are tied at nearing 600

They were much more sadistic before meeting Risotto, but have since then chilled down

They're actually omnivores, like Pesci, but they'd much rather eat raw meat than vegetables

They live pretty similar to regular oni, with their shared tent decorated wall to floor with animal pelts, so you didn't get to see it until after discovering they were oni

They swear up and down it's comfier then a futon

Gelato's favorite seat is Sorbet's lap. But he's willing to share with you if it makes you happy

Other times he'll sit you down in HIS lap while still on Sorbet's

Like a triple layer cake

Shockingly, Gelato, Melone, and Risotto are the only ones who can read. Sorbet didn't get the chance in his past life to learn, and asks Gelato to read to him before bed most nights

Gelato's voice is pretty scratchy and hard to listen to, but to Sorbet it's practically music

They fashioned "wedding rings" for each other from bones, they're just simple ringlets but to the two oni they mean the sun and moon

They don't have any special powers like the rest but they know their ways around clubs

Gelato is the fastest out of the two, and Sorbet is the best tracker and hunter. They both have an incredible sense of smell

Basically don't get on their bad side and you'll be safe. Until they're ready to tease you

If I think of anything else I'll probably add on to this, for now I think all this word vomit is good. If you has any questions or anything let me know! I'll be glad to answer

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Presidential: 2

You can't help but glare at your uncle for a second. "Uncle Tony."

"I'd prefer Uncle President." He says with a wide smile, offering you the glass of wine again. You shake your head, the last thing you need right now is a glass of wine,

"Don't hold your breath." You grumble as he sets the glass back down on the side table next to him.

"What's got you so crabby?"

"Let's see Tony. You sent four armed giants to my class today. Scared the complete shit out of my kids. Got me fired. And didn't even tell me I was being summoned!"

"Four armed giants." He chuckles then processes the rest of what you've said, "Wait, you got fired?"

“Yep.” You tell him popping the ‘p’ in the word. Maybe you do need that glass of wine.

“For what?” He asks, his brows furrowed.

"Probably for having 4 men come into my room with guns.” You offer, “Honestly though, he was looking for a reason to get rid of me.”

"Captain I thought you said you'd be stealthy." Tony turns on Steve, with a glare.

"We were sir. No press followed us the police weren't notified and no threats were made or reported."

"Yet you still got my niece fired."

"No Tony." You interrupt, this isn't Steve and his team's fault. "They were just doing their jobs."

"Wait so you blame me for this?" He asks in surprise, you’re surprised too, you don’t really know who you feel is at fault here.

"No. Yes. I don't fucking know! I don't know!” You cry throwing your hands in the air, “Why am I here?"

“You have to take a crash course on being First Lady. Every First Lady has done it, I have to take one on etiquette too so don't get all hot and bothered about it being a feminist issue."

"When do I start?" You sigh, you’ll never admit it to him but it will be good to know which fork to use for which meal and how to address foreign dignitaries.

"In an hour. We also have to go over your staff and what you plan on your topic to be. You know how Mrs. Eilers had the eating healthy platform." You already know that you’re going to be focusing on Education. As a teacher that makes the most sense and since you’ve worked in the field until, well today, you know the challenges that many schools are facing.

"Are we doing that all today?" If you are you’re going to need that wine, and a snack.

"Most of it yea." You sigh softly and nod. "Alright let's get this done."

It really isn't that bad. At the end of the day you've hired a public relations woman, Virginia "Pepper" Potts, Jessica Drew was your manager and Hope VanDyne as your secretary. The three are quite the trio but you're excited to get to know them and work with them. You and Tony drive the manners instructor, a man named Hank Pym, absolutely bonkers. He gets visibly more and more irritated with the two of you as you crack jokes.

"Could you two please focus for five minutes?" He snaps and you and Tony exchange a look before bursting into laughter. Mr. Pym folds his arms over his chest and when you meet Steve's blue eyes his face is expressionless but his eyes give him away. He’s equally amused by your and Tony’s antics.

"Sorry Mr. Pym." You tell him before throwing Steve a wink. You see him and Bucky both bite back grins. It's nearly midnight before you're done with everything.

"Alright Tony, I'm heading out. What time do you want me back here?"

"We don't have much to do, I'd like to go over some plans with you about Inauguration Day but other than that you're free until the new year."

“So noon?”

"Perfect." You grab your bag and are followed out of the room by Steve and Bucky. The only two of your detail still here. Steve sent Scott and Sam home hours ago, someone had to be ready for the morning. "I need to go get my car. It's still at the school."

"Tomorrow okay?" Bucky says with a yawn, "It'll be safer."

“Oh. Okay." Steve drives, you give him your address and the three of you ride in silence. The two men walk you to your front door and you stand there awkwardly for a second after unlocking the door. "So, I'm home." You say awkwardly, "You guys can go."

"Go? You're in an unsecured location. We're not going anywhere." Steve informs you ushering you into your little two bedroom.

“Excuse me?”

"24 hour protection. You might as well get used to us."

"Oh my god." You're never going to be alone again you realize with a start. This is your life now.

You're crazy busy for the next few weeks. You wouldn't have been able to teach, with the social engagements that you've got, planning for Inauguration Day.

Inauguration Day comes quickly, and it's jammed full of things to do. You're up at six, hair done first, nails and make up next then you got dressed. You'd decided to go with black wool tights, black heeled ankle boots, a cream sweater and a maroon skirt that fell to your mid-thigh. You cover that with a black peacoat, and a cream hat sits on your head. You're twisting your scarf in your hands anxiously waiting to go outside. Steve takes your scarf gently from your hands and loops it over your head.

“Relax.” He tells you with a soft smile, you’ve noticed that Steve tends to be the most observant when it comes to your moods and body language.

"I'm trying." You whisper, "I think I'm going to vomit."

"Deep breaths." He tells you, "In through your nose, out through your mouth." You close your eyes and focus on breathing, slow and steady.

“Two minutes." Bucky says from down the hall. He moves like a cat, something you'd found out one night when you'd gone to the kitchen for water and had dropped the glass when you turned and found him in the doorway. The glass had shattered causing Steve to come bolting into the room, he'd been wearing shoes and after only mild protests had scooped you up and carried you out of the kitchen. Bucky'd cleaned up the mess before you got back with the vacuum.

Scott and Sam join the three of you by the door, Tony and his team of Phil, Mack, Bruce and Pietro follow not long after with the Vice President. Vice President James Rhodes can't seem to stop talking, his nervous energy pours out of his mouth

“You ready kid?" Your Uncle Tony asks and you take another deep breath then nod. He offers you his left arm and you loop your right through it. Sam flanks you to your left. Scott is in front of you and Steve is directly to your left. Bucky's trailing further behind, to keep an eye on the whole team. A position you've noticed that Steve trusts to only himself or Bucky, you'd have to ask why that was later. The group of you make it up to the podium and chairs amidst the cheers from the crowd, music and flashes from cameras.

Your whole family is here, Maria and her husband. Your parents and your grandparents are all beaming from the chairs behind the podium. It's a relief to know that they're here, that you've got some friendly faces in the crowd. The wind nips at your exposed skin, the sun is warm but that wind is just brutal. Your security team goes to sit in their respective spots when Sam says something to Steve who nods then comes and sits down next to you. His body heat welcome in the cold, you're leaned into your uncle until he stands to take his vow, hand on the family Bible. Both of your grandparents holding it, your grandma is openly crying. Once Tony stands you find yourself leaning to the closest source of warmth.

Steve.

It'd happened naturally, you hadn't even noticed you were doing it until he'd turned his head and whispered, "You okay?"

"Yea. Just freezing. These wool tights were supposed to be warmer than this." You tell him willing yourself not to let your teeth chatter.

"Not much is gonna stop that wind, doll."

"You're doing a pretty good job." You tease and he grins down at you. Your uncle finishes his speech and you applaud with everyone else in the crowd then it's Rhodes' turn. His wife holds the Bible for him, when his speech starts you feel your phone buzz. Slipping it out of your pocket you see an unknown number has texted you. Opening the message you see a picture of yourself leaning in toward Steve, written below that the message says 'I see you.' In all capitol letters. You chuckle softly pulling Steve’s attention.

“Wilson check for stalkers.“ He says into his sleeve before leaning into you, "Who is that?”

“It’s Natasha. She’s a tech genius, does this all the time. Usually when we’re meeting up at a bar.”

“That’s gotta stop.”

“Yea, good luck.” You scoff while scanning the area the picture was taken from. You see Nat, Wanda and Clint and wave at them being as subtle as possible, a grin lighting up your face. You’ve hardly had time to breathe let alone see your friends lately. “If you wanna talk to them feel free. We’re going out tomorrow night.”

“That’s really not a good idea.”

“We’ll talk about it later.” You tell him standing up next to your uncle. You slip your arm through his again, smile and wave at the cheering crowd, blow a kiss at Nat, Clint and Wanda then head off of the stage.

The ball is okay, you were allowed to invite some people so you finally get to spend some quality time with your friends.

“Holy. Shit. You look gorgeous First Lady Hill.” Nat says eyeing the navy blue gown you were wearing.

“Not so bad yourself red.” You tease. She’d opted for a deep red dress that totally complimented her red hair. Clint is in a full tux and Wanda looks stunning in her dark purple dress, her date was her neighbor Loki. They made a sweet couple and although he was more than a little standoffish he clearly adored her so you chalk up his attitude to nerves. “God I’m so glad you guys could come. I’m so sick of playing hostess I could vomit.” You tell them hugging each of your friends tightly.

“At least you’ve got plenty of hot men on your security team. The one who was sitting next to you at the ceremony is gorgeous.” You see the small smirk on Sam’s lips before he can school his expression.

“Wilson you keep your mouth shut about this conversation.”

“Yes ma'am.” He says, that crooked smirk reappearing on his face.

“Is he single?”

“Cap? Yea.”

“Good. Girl get on that.“

"Nat!” You grab a couple glasses of Champagne off of the trays of a passing waiter and pass one to her, the other to Wanda before taking one for yourself.

“Can I get you gentlemen anything to drink?” The waiter asks as you sip from your champagne flute.

“Whisky on the rocks.” Clint says and Loki holds up two fingers signaling he’d like the same.

“Incoming.” Wanda mutters her lips behind her Champagne flute. You follow her sightline and sure enough Steve is coming your way. Your whole security team are wearing tuxes and damn it all he looks so good.

“Behave Natasha.” Clint teases, “He does carry a gun.” She scrunches her nose at him causing your little group to laugh.

“First Lady. Which one of you would be Natasha?”

“Oh damn, in trouble already.” Wanda murmurs from behind her champagne flute giving Natasha a side eyed glance.

“That’d be me.” Natasha says with a little head tilt.

“The whole anonymous texting thing needs to stop.”

“Because?”

“Because it could be dangerous. If the First Lady is texted by an unknown number pretending to be you she could put her life at risk.”

“Don’t you think that’s a bit extreme?” Natasha asks skeptically and Steve shakes his head,

“Not at all. It’s my job to keep her alive. It’s your job to help me do that. Otherwise I make you a security threat and you won’t be able to be within 5 miles of anywhere the First Lady is.”

“Damn.” She mutters, “So serious.”

“Natasha.” Clint scolds softly before she lets out a long sigh.

“Fine. No more fake stalker texts and no more anonymous texts.”

“Thank you. First Lady, the President wishes to speak to you.” Steve informs you, holding out an arm for you to take. You give him a puzzled look. “We’re going to be walking through a large, crowded room. I can’t protect you if I can’t get to you.”

“Mmhmm.” Nat hums, you ignore her and take his arm with a sigh.

“Do you know what the President wants?” You ask as he leads you away from your friends, “I’ll be back, don’t go anywhere.” You tell them over your shoulder.

“Nope.” He’s quiet for a moment before glancing down at you, “You look beautiful.”

“Thank you. You guys all look great too. You blend well.”

“Part of the job.” He smiles catching Scotts’s eye he nods, “How are you doing?”

“Fine. Is something wrong?”

“No, it’s our hour to do the perimeter guard so Buck’s on his sweep now Scott will go in ten, Sam after then me.”

“I see.” You can’t imagine how stressful their job must be, being responsible for your safety, and right now everyone in the room. “Mr. President?” You say, alerting your uncle that you’re there, Tony turns and grins at you.

“Gentlemen my niece First Lady Hill.”

“Pleasure gentlemen.” You say with a smile, you only recognize two of them, King T’Challa from Wakanda and King Thor from Asgard.

“We were just wondering,” King T’Challa asks with a smile, “what you’re planning on doing for your project.” You’re confused for a moment before it clicks.

“Oh, my charity work?”

“Yes.”

“Education. I want to focus on making sure that kids of all genders are able to get the education they deserve. Here and abroad.”

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ahloveisboo · 3 years

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ooh congrats!! how about 47 + 24 with fluff and wonwoo please? thank you jo~ 🥺

pairing: jeon wonwoo x gn!reader

genre: fluff, slice of life, established relationship, no warnings applicable

wc: 0.8k

prompts: 47. things you said when you thought i was asleep + 24. slow dancing in the living room

a/n: HI my sweet mei!! thank you so much for sending this in, i'm always super happy to share the wonwoo love with everyone ♡. hope you enjoy this one! (lowkey inspired by the caratland video calls)

The sound of your ringtone echoes through the hollow of your bathroom, where it is plugged in to charge. It's an odd place, you know, but the ones in the living room are all taken by extra fans, considering it's hot as balls and your thighs stick to any surface you decide to sit on. Oh, how you hated summer.

You slip into the bathroom just in time to see Wonwoo's ID on the screen as an incoming video call, and you internally curse yourself for not washing your hair earlier. The green button is pressed, and a sleepy Wonwoo appears on screen.

"Hey baby," he croaks, a smile on his face. "I miss you." You smooth out as much of your hair as possible and unplug your phone to carry him into your bedroom—the coolest place in the house right now.

"I miss you, too," you assure him, his tired eyes not going unnoticed by you. "Long day?"

Wonwoo's been out of the country for work. It's only been a week, but you can tell he hasn't caught up to the jetlag yet. That, and probably the fact that his boss is a maniac - making him run around on late assignments and taking up all his time - contribute to the paleness of his skin and the bags under his eyes. Despite his obvious exhaustion, he's still smiling brightly. "Yeah, I just had dinner and finally have some time to myself now. It's so good to see you, you have no idea."

You make yourself comfortable on your shared bed, propping the phone up onto the nightstand so you can put one hand under your pillow. "I think I may have an inkling," you laugh, and your heart swells when his nose scrunches in recognition. "A few more days," you remind him, "and we'll have the whole week to ourselves."

Wonwoo nods, and continues to tell you all about his week—the impossible tasks he made possible, the food he had, the little sightseeing he managed to do, and all the places he'd take you to if he ever revisited the city. He promises you it'll be worthwhile, and describes the atmosphere and colours of the place with animo. There's excitement in his voice, yet it's laced with fatigue, and you feel yourself slipping into a sleepy state in no time.

A knock on the door jolts you back to the present, and it takes you a moment to realise it's not your door being knocked on. Wonwoo glances to the other side of his hotel room, "hold on", and vanishes off camera.

Hushed voices carry into the room, and you yawn as the indistinct chatter between Wonwoo and his mystery visitor continues. A few more minutes pass until Wonwoo slides back into view.

"Sorry, that was-," He pauses before finishing his sentence, taking in your sleeping form on his ipad screen. "Ah, I didn't realise you were this tired," he chuckles. Silence descends as he waits for a reply, just in case you aren't actually asleep, and he sighs when you start to snore lightly.

"I guess I should end the call now," Wonwoo starts, very much aware that your conversation has now settled into a monologue. "But I'll just take a few more minutes if that's okay with you." Not expecting a response, he nestles into his own bed, back resting against the headboard. "I can't wait to see you again. I miss you and I-,

"I miss you and I miss holding you and I miss kissing you and I miss slow dancing in the living room with you."

Wonwoo idly rubs at his ear as he sinks deeper into his fluffed up pillows. "I think…" Suddenly, he's feeling nervous, although he can't quite pinpoint why. It's not like you haven't shared I love you 's before. "I think," he continues, voice low and soft, "falling in love with you was the best thing I've ever done." He should really tell you this in person one day, but he's never been one to express his feelings easily. It's all he's been thinking about lately, though: how much he loves you. How much he loves your life together. How much you anchor him and make him feel at home.

"We should adopt some cats together," he jokes to himself, trying to untense his shoulders and calm the butterflies in his stomach. "I think you'd make a great parent." Wait. He inhales sharply at his slip of the tongue, praying you truly are sleeping and not just pretending.

More silence passes, and he's finally calmed himself enough to speak again without the fear of his voice cracking. "I love you," he says in earnest, wishing for nothing more than to kiss you goodnight right now. "and I will see you in a few more days. I'll make sure to text you in the morning, okay?"

Wonwoo's lips tug into a smile one last time before he taps the screen, and the call cuts off.

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the-bau-quinjet · 3 years

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Hygge

Summary: Y/N introduces Bucky to the little things that he missed out on since the 40s.

Warnings: Absolutely none, just fluff :)

Word Count: 3527

a/n: Hygge is a Danish word, and from what I can tell it perfectly encompasses finding happiness in the little things.

This request honestly had me smiling the whole time I wrote it. Thank you to everyone who gave me suggestions of things to introduce Bucky to (including my sisters who don't know why I asked them that question lol)

Also, I find happiness in looking at this gif so I would like to thank @thebritishstanfan for its existence on this app

You heard the door open just as you finished running the bath.

"Bucky!" You ran out to the living room, throwing your arms around him in greeting.

"Hi, Doll." He whispered into hair, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. He instantly relaxed at your touch.

"I have a surprise for you." You grabbed his hand, leading him to the bathtub. "I thought you might want to relax a bit, so I ran you a bath."

Just being in your presence was relaxing to him, but he wouldn't turn down a bath, especially one with the potential of you joining him.

"Are you going to relax with me?" He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively eliciting a laugh from you.

"Maybe later, this is about you right now." You smiled softly, eager to help him unwind.

He undressed quickly, lowering himself into the warm water as you searched through a shopping bag.

"Okay. Big Blue, Intergalactic, Love Boat, or Goddess?" You looked at him expectantly.

He stared at you, confusion evident on his face.

"Oh, do you want to smell them and then decide?" You questioned with a tilt of your head.

"Smell what?" His brows furrowed, mouth slightly agape.

"The bath bombs silly." You smiled brightly, bringing the bag closer to him.

"Why would I want a bomb in my bath?" He questioned your odd behavior.

"It's not a real bomb, Buck." You shook your head, randomly removing one of the bath bombs from the bag, Goddess. You held it out for him to take.

"Smell it." You instructed.

He was apprehensive in his movements, but slowly moved the purple ball to his nose.

"It smells like flowers." He stated plainly, waiting for you to explain more.

"Yep. Here, smell the rest of them." You handed him each of the bath bombs, waiting to hear his verdict on each one.

"Oh, that's surprisingly citrus-y." He held out Love Boat for you to take back.

"This one smells too clean." He shook his head, dropping Big Blue into the outstretched bag.

"I like this one." He held Intergalactic in his hand, smiling proudly.

"Perfect. Lower it into the water." Your eyes were filled with love as you watched him follow your instructions.

"It's fizzing." He looked at you, concern evident in his bright blue eyes.

"It's supposed to. It dissolves in the water, coloring the bath and also adding scent from essential oils." You did your best to explain.

"Why?" He narrowed his eyes in confusion.

"It's just... have you ever heard of hygge?" You waited for his answer.

"Yeah, I've heard the word. It's like feeling cozy and happy from little things." He looked to you for approval.

"Exactly. That's what bath bombs are for, at least to me. They make me happy, so I thought you might like to try one."

The bath water had turned a dark blue, glitter floating throughout.

"Nobody thought to explain bath bombs to me, I guess." He smiled at you, relaxing into the bath. "What else makes you happy?"

"You know what, I'll make a list of little things that I love and then we can spend a day together where I show them to you." You bit your lip in anticipation of his response.

"I'd love that." He grinned.

"Yay! I'm going to get started!" You quickly left the bathroom, leaving him to relax on his own.

"What's got you so excited?" Sam gestures to your bouncing knee.

"Oh, I didn't even notice. I'm just showing Bucky some things that he's missed out on since the 40s." You smile grew as you thought about the list you had made.

You were just about to find Bucky and show him the list when you had to leave for an impromptu mission.

You were definitely annoyed your plans had been delayed, but it made you a force to be reckoned with while fighting.

"So that's why you were so ruthless. You've got a hot date." Sam winked.

"Whatever you say Sam." You shook your head. "I've got to drop by Starbucks before they close. See you later!" You called as you ran from the jet, still in mission gear.

The disheveled state of your clothing and hair earned you some looks from the Starbucks employees, but you were too excited to care.

You quickly stopped in your room to change before heading off to find Bucky.

"BuckyBuckyBuckyBuckyBuckyBuckyBuckyBuckyBucky!" You said his name over and over as you ran to the common area.

Skidding to a stop, you held up the drinks in your hands. "Bucky! Are you ready?"

He seemed to be in the middle of something with Steve, but abandoned it immediately at the sight of you.

"Sorry, punk. I've gotta go." He grabbed a drink from you, sliding his other hand into your newly empty one.

"Wow, jerk. You get a girlfriend and replace me!" Steve yelled after you in a joking tone.

"Don't worry Stevie. Nobody could replace you." You called back over your shoulder, dragging Bucky to the kitchen.

"Okay, I've got a few different categories. The first one we're going to tackle is food!" You smiled brightly, nearly bouncing in anticipation.

"Can you preheat the oven to 350 degrees?" You asked as you grabbed a bag from the freezer.

You swiftly dumped the contents onto the tray, shoving them into the oven while it preheated.

"Aren't you supposed to wait until it's hot?" Bucky watched as you slid around the room.

"Yes, but I've always been impatient. It'll be fine. I promise! While those are cooking, I've got a few other things for you. These are from the 90s."

You handed him a bag of flamin' hot cheetos, watching with bated breath as he opened it and sniffed the contents.

"They smell bizarre. Why are they so red?" He looked at the cheeto in his hand with confusion.

"It's the flamin' hot cheeto dust! It may be unnaturally red, but it's so satisfying to eat." You grabbed the bag from him, eating a cheeto of your own.

He eyed you carefully, slowly popping the cheeto into his mouth and chewing carefully.

"Doll, these are terrible." He deadpanned, grinning when you pouted.

"Bucky!" You whined. "You have to eat more than one for the full experience. It doesn't matter that they aren't the best flavor wise, there's just something about them that's addicting." You laughed, eating a few more cheetos.

"Alright, alright. I'll follow your lead." The two of you snacked as you brought his attention to the next item.

"Okay, these don't really go with the cheeto flavor, but they still make me happy. Starbucks only does holiday drinks around the holidays, obviously. These are my two favorite."

You handed him one beverage, gesturing for him to try it.

"Minty..." He waited for an explanation.

"Yes. Peppermint mocha!" You swapped the cups, letting him try the next drink. "That one is an eggnog latte."

"They're both pretty good, although I still like my coffee black." He placed the cup back on the counter.

"Yeah, I thought you might say that. There's just something about them. Probably because they're seasonal drinks. It makes me associate them with the holidays and spending time with friends and family and that makes me smile."

He pressed a kiss to your nose. "You are too cute."

"I know!" You scrunched your nose, knowing he finds it adorable. "Next item!" You presented him with three different packages of Oreos.

"Why so many?" He questioned.

"Because, they're different flavors. I now Oreos were originally produced in like 1912 or something, that's why I got different flavors."

"Actually, I don't think I've ever tried one." He eyed the blue package excitedly.

"Ahh, while I got double stuffed because they're obviously better than the regular ones. I've also got peanut butter and mint. Honestly, pretty mild flavors all things considered." You laughed, picturing the key lime flavor you avoided.

Bucky grabbed one of each, excited to try all three.

"I think the mint one is my favorite. It really goes with the peppermint mocha." He nodded as he spoke, as if he needed to convince himself.

"I'm glad you're enjoying yourself." You smiled, watching as he ate three more cookies.

Before he could reply, the timer went off.

"The dino nuggies!" You reached for the potholder, pulling the tray out of the over. "This is the last food item."

He looked at the tray, confusion clear in his eyes.

"Doll, are these just chicken nuggets?" He picked up a brontosaurus from the tray.

"Well, yes." You huffed. "But! They're shaped like dinosaurs!" You bit your lip in excitement, bouncing on the balls of your feet.

"So? They still taste the same..." Bucky clearly did not understand the hype.

"Right again. It's so much more fun to eat though. Gives you a childlike enthusiasm, even as a fully grown adult." He eyed you skeptically as he bit off the head of a dino.

He couldn't help but smile as you watched him, anticipating his reaction.

"Ya know, you might be right. That was weirdly satisfying."

The two of you spent the next few minutes eating chicken nuggets, hot cheetos, and oreos, occasionally sipping from the holiday beverages.

After quickly cleaning up the kitchen, you lead Bucky to your bathroom.

"Sit down." You gestured to the toilet.

"Why?" He still did as he was asked.

"Because." You answered petulantly. You filled a paper cup with water, carefully dumping it on his head to get his hair wet.

"Y/N!" Bucky jolted from the cold water.

"Sorry! I forgot it was cold!" You quickly plugged in the blowdryer, letting the warm air waft over his head.

"You know, if that thing was quieter, I think I could fall asleep right now." Bucky stated calmly as you ran your fingers through his hair, trying to evenly distribute the warm air amongst the hair.

"I know, right! There's something about someone else blow drying your hair that is so soothing."

You spent the next few minutes drying Bucky's hair and massaging his scalp.

"All done!" you exclaimed, unplugging the blow dryer and putting it back in the cabinet.

"Are you sure you don't want to do that again?" Bucky questioned, still sitting on the toilet.

"Yes. We've got more things to cover!" You pulled him off the toilet, nearly dragging him to your bed.

"Next category is entertainment, I guess." You brought out your laptop, certain apps already open to show him different things.

"We'll start with animals!" You were buzzing with excitement, and caffeine, as you opened two different browsers.

"Doll, animals existed in the 40s." He shook his head, endlessly amused by your behavior.

"I know that. Have you ever seen a Highland Cow?" You raised your brow, challenging his statement.

"I can't say I have." He shook his head slightly.

"Well, there you go. Animals it is. Actually, have you ever used Alexa?" You questioned him.

"No... Who is Alexa?" His confusion earned a laugh from you.

"An AI." You explained before bursting out into laughter again.

"Oh, like Friday?" He questioned.

"Yeah, but Alexa's not nearly as advanced. Here, watch this." You cleared your throat, making sure to speak clearly. "Alexa, show me pictures of Highland cows."

After a brief buffer, the AI responded. "Here are pictures of Highland cows." The google search appeared on your screen.

"So you can ask her anything?" Bucky questioned.

"Sort of, Friday knows way more. Alexa's good for little things though. Tony gets annoyed if you ask Friday to do too many small things because it can take up too much RAM and... You know what, it's not important." You decided against explaining since Bucky already looked confused.

You shifted your screen so he could see the many pictures displayed.

"Okay, so what's so special about a Highland cow?" He scrolled through the images, unaware of the smile forming on his face.

"There's just something about them. You'll find that same explanation for a lot of things I'm showing you, but it's true. They just make me smile. Look at how cute they are!" You emphatically gestured to the screen, nearly squealing at the adorable display.

"I actually see what you mean. Looking at them just makes you smile." He nodded his head thoughtfully, a small grin still pulling at his lips. "What other animal are you introducing me to?"

"Well, I assume you know what a puppy is." You said in complete seriousness.

"I do, indeed." He matched your tone, mocking the seriousness. He was really enjoying the playfulness you were showcasing.

"Well, here is a video of actor Tom Holland... you know Tom Holland, right?" You turned to face him.

"Tom Holland. Tom Holland... What's he in again?" His brows pinched together in thought.

"We've watched a few of his new movies together. Chaos Walking, The Devil All the Time, a few animated films, In the Heart of the Sea."

"Oh! The British one?" Recognition crossed his features.

"Yes! That one. Okay so, this is an interview of him..."

"Okay?" Bucky was more confused now than any other point of the night.

"Playing with puppies!" You're mouth dropped open in a wide smile, clearly excited about even the idea of puppies.

"I think I understand this one without even watching the video." he laughed, laying back with you to watch.

"You can't have pitbulls in England?" Bucky was affronted.

"I know. It's so sad." You pouted, still staring at the puppies on the screen.

"I have actually always thought puppies smell really good." He easily commented, agreeing with the famous actor.

"I know, Buck. I know." You shook your head playfully.

"Twinkies are pretty gross, he's not wrong." It was your turn to comment on his answers.

"I see your point." Bucky agreed as well.

"I definitely understand why this one makes you happy." Bucky smiled, kissing you on the cheek. "You know, he kind looks like Peter."

"I mean, maybe a little." You shrugged moving on to the next thing on your list.

"Still in the realm of entertainment, I've got some music for you." You knew Bucky was going to pout here.

"Doll, you know I'm just fine listening to my 40s music and calling it a day."

"Yes, but this is my list and you have agreed to be subjected to it." You queued up a few songs. "The first one, again, just makes me smile. I babysat a lot when I was younger, and there's something about this theme song that really hits different."

"Hits different?" Bucky stared at you like you had two heads.

"Yep. Just listen."

I was a girl in the village doing alright, then I became a princess overnight. Now I gotta figure out how to do it right, so much to learn and see.

You bobbed your head, mouthing the words as the theme song to Sofia the First played.

"I don't get this one." He figured honesty was the best policy.

"You say that now, but a week from now... You'll be singing it while you punch a bad guy in the face." You deadpanned, earning a laugh.

"Okay! Actual songs now." You took a deep breath, tring to prepare for his rejection. "Taylor Swift."

"Taylor Swift?" He repeated, waiting for you to say something else.

"To quote one of my favorite tik toks I've ever seen... 'If you don't like a single Taylor Swift song, I'm taking a crowbar, and I'm propping open your chest to see what's powering that thing in there, because it's not a heart.'"

"That's a bit extreme, don't you think." He eyed you cautiously.

"No. It's true. Her discography is so versatile, everyone can find at least one song they like." Your playful mood from earlier was still present, but hidden behind a slightly threatening glare.

"Which song are you going to play for me?" He was honestly nervous to hear it.

"Actually, you can pick. This playlist is songs of hers that make me smile, so pick whichever one you want." You smiled, eager to see his choice.

He scrolled through the playlist, reading each title carefully.

"Okay, You Are In Love or New Year's Day?" He asked your opinion.

"Both good choices, why those two?" You eyed him curiously.

"Well, You Are In Love because that's how I feel about you and New Years Day because you put it last in the playlist, so I know it must be one of your favorites."

You couldn't hide the way his words made you smile if you tried.

"I love you so much." You kissed him quickly. "Go with New Year's Day, I think it will resonate with you a bit more."

He smiled, tapping the screen gently to play the song.

The two of you remained quiet through the song, just enjoying the soft melody and storytelling.

"Please don't ever become a stranger whose laugh I could recognize anywhere." He quoted when the song ended.

"I'll be there if you're the toast of the town, babe, or if you strike out and your crawling home." You sang softly in response.

He cleared his throat. "I think I understand this one."

"I'm glad. I mean, it obviously doesn't have to be Taylor Swift, but everyone should have at least one song that makes them smile." You leaned into his embrace, enjoying the time spent together.

"What else have you got for me, Doll?" He held you close.

"Two more things. Here." You handed him two slightly sticky balls.

"What the hell is this?" He laughed, prying the toy from his metal hand.

"Throw it at the ceiling." He did as he was told, following your lead.

"Friday, can you turn off the lights?" You asked the AI.

"Of course, Ms. L/N."

The two of you were quickly shrouded in darkness. The balls you had thrown at the ceiling were glowing.

"How do we get them down?" Bucky whispered, his voice matching the darkness of the room.

"Just wait..." You stared at the ceiling, waiting a few seconds before the balls began to fall.

"So you just throw it and catch it?" Bucky questioned, again following your lead.

"Yep! It's weirdly relaxing after a long day." You smiled, catching and throwing the neon balls over and over again.

"You're absolutely right." He laughed, catching the blue ball before it could hit him in the face. "Especially just laying in the dark."

"Exactly! I'll go get the last thing, you can keep going." You pressed a quick kiss before heading to the kitchen. You tossed a few stuffed animal heating pads into the microwave.

While they were heating up, you grabbed yours and Bucky's water bottles to fill up with the fridge filter.

The beep sounded, indicating you could grab the animals and head back to Bucky.

"I'm back!" You called softly as you closed the door again. The room was still dark, causing you to turn on the lights. Bucky was frantically catching and throwing all four balls.

"It's a bit less relaxing when you've got to keep track of so many." He laughed as one fell and stuck to his elbow.

"Yeah, more like a game then." You smiled, happy to see him having so much fun.

"So, what's the last thing?"

You held up a bright yellow duck and an equally bright green frog.

"Stuffed animals? Doll, how old do you think I am?" He laughed lightheartedly.

"They're not just stuffed animals. They're also heating pads." You smiled, handing the duck to Bucky.

"What do you do with it?" He questioned.

"Men." You couldn't help but mumble it under your breath. "Well, after a mission, when you're feeling sore you can cuddle with one of these and it helps soothe the ache."

"Really? Nothing else you've shown me has been this practical." He chuckled again.

"That is true, but the fact that it's a stuffed frog makes me happy, even after the worst day."

"I guess you have a point." He pulled the duck close to his body, snuggling with it. "I like cuddling with you better." He pouted.

"I like cuddling with you too Bucky. Promise." You turned to face him, holding the frog to your chest with one arm.

"Thank you for sharing all this with me. I honestly don't remember the last time I smiled this much." He looked at you fondly, still smiling.

"Me either. There is one more thing that makes me really happy, though." You whispered.

"Yeah, what's that?" He watched you eagerly, waiting for the last thing.

"You." You watched his smile grow. "Even just spending ten seconds with you makes me happy after a totally shit day."

"Y/N, you make me happier than anyone I've ever met, Steve included." He joked. "I love you so much. More than I ever thought I could love someone."

"I love you too. So, so much." You rested your head on his chest, cuddling as close as the stuffed frog allowed. "Goodnight, Bucky." You whispered softly, eyes already falling closed.

He pressed a gentle kiss to the top of your head, sighing contently.

"Goodnight my love."

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Coach (1)

Fandom: Dylan O'Brien

Pairing: AU Dylan x Fem!Reader

Mini series summary: Being a newly single mom of two kids wasn't exactly easy. And love wasn't exactly part of your agenda. So, should you avoid lusting over your son's baseball coach? Absolutely. But with a man like Dylan, could you really resist? Probably not.

Warnings: nothing major yet, small sexual innuendo, mentions of cheating and divorce

WC: 1.9k

A/N: a yes, to those who have been following me for a while may recognize this title, it's my old Dylan AU fic. Yes I decided to continue it. Updates will come periodically, because I write spontaneously and I cant guarantee quick updates. But I do promise I wont wait a whole year to update. And since I did some slight updates in the first 2 parts I decided to archive the old ones and repost them again. So yeah, if you've read them before great, give it another read, my writing is much better now I promise and if you're new welcome, I hope you like this mini series.

(You are here, part 2, part 3)

Dylan stood by the side of the large field, near the home plate, occasionally yelling out suggestions and pointing out mistakes to the young boys.

"Ezra! You have to watch the ball! C'mon! I know you can do better!" He called out to the blonde boy standing on the home plate with a bat in hand. Dylan then turned his attention to the dark haired boy with the baseball mitt and ball in hand.

"Roman! What's going on, buddy? You gotta focus, alright? You gotta work on that throw!" Dylan called out to the young boy, who half nodded and sighed heavily in response.

Not long after, Dylan signaled the young boys scattered throughout the large field to gather around. He spoke some encouraging words to the boys before allowing them to disperse and gather their equipment which meant practice was over.

Your son, however, stayed behind for a minute. There was an inaudible conversation happening between Dylan and your ten year-old, Roman. You watched from the bleachers as your son made some tired gestures at his coach followed by a small pat on the back from Dylan. You couldn't help but follow them with your eyes as they made their way to the bleachers, your eyes lingering a bit too long on the brown haired coach. An action that wasn't taken lightly by the female sitting beside you.

"You're staring at him again." Your best friend, Ezra's mother, Eliza -or just Liz, commented.

"I'm not." You muttered out quickly, tearing your eyes away from the handsome coach, your mouth hanging open for a couple of seconds. "I wasn't staring." You stated matter of factly and shrugged as you looked down at the small six year-old sitting on your lap, making sure she wasn't paying attention to the conversation.

"Really? The drool coming from your mouth says otherwise." Liz playfully ran her finger across your chin, pretending to wipe away at it. You slightly glared at her, an eye roll going her way.

"I'm not drooling. I wasn't even staring." You tried to defend yourself, making a small sassy gesture to her.

"Hey, I don't blame you. If I wasn't married," she took a pause as she eyed Dylan as he removed his baseball hat to run a hand through his messy chocolate locks, you couldn't help but stare as well. "I'd jump on his bones any day."

"Hey, there's young ears present." You said quietly to Liz as not to disturb the young girl in your arms.

Despite your attempt not to, you couldn't help but allow your eyes to fall once again on the field, following the handsome male that was the topic of your conversation. You had to hide the infatuated sigh that left your lips at the sight of your son's coach running around the field, talking to the kids and picking up equipment.

"Well he is handsome, I'll give him that.." You admitted quietly, "and he's really good with the kids."

Your friend smirked slightly at your words and wiggled her eyebrows at you.

"I bet that's not the only thing he's really good at." She eyed you suggestively and slightly nudged at you with her shoulder, "You should find out what other things he's good at."

Your mouth instantly fell open and your eyes widened at the insinuation.

"Eliza! Oh, my god. Don't say that." You slightly shook your head to brush off the embarrassment and hid your face on your hands to cover the crimson on your skin.

"Mommy you're warm!" Athena, your six year-old giggled as she grabbed your warm, sweaty hands. Even your daughter noticed the nervousness that crept up on you when it came to Dylan, even if it was just the topic of him. Truth was, you had been shamelessly crushing on your son's baseball coach ever since he joined the team a couple of months ago.

Get it together, you should not be crushing on your son's baseball coach.

"I know baby, it's just hot out here." You tried to brush it off, but the knowing smirk on Liz's face wasn't exactly helping. "Thena, why don't you go get Roman and Ezra? They're over there." You pointed to the field where Roman and Ezra were talking —or more like just Ezra was, to the other kids on the team. She quickly nodded and bolted off the bleachers, somehow not tripping over the steps as she went down. You sighed heavily the moment the young girl was far enough and slightly turned your head in Liz's direction.

"You should totally ask him out." She said out of nowhere with a shrug and a smirk on her face. Your eyes widened for the hundredth time, and you instantly shook your head frantically, the idea alone giving you a headache.

"Ask Dylan out? No way. I.. No.. That's just.. No." Your cheeks slightly heat up at the preposition. But you quickly turned it down with a vigorous shake of your head, not even giving the idea a minute to sink into your brain. "No, he's Roman's coach. It's just wrong."

"Why? I mean, you're single, and as far as I know, he's very single. Soo," she dragged the 'o' as she wiggled her eyebrows and she nudged your shoulder, pushing you over a little in a high school girl manner, "Why not get ready to mingle with the hot coach?"

"First of all, I'm technically not single, not yet." You groaned with an eyeroll. As much as you and your husband —or ex-husband or whatever were no longer living together, the divorce process had been unnecessarily long and dreadful. So as much as you wanted to be legally single, you were still married to that piece of shit.

"And second of all, if I were to date someone, which is a big if, I can't date Roman's coach out of all people. He already has enough as it is. It'll just confuse him and probably upset him more." You sighed heavily as you looked over to the side of the field, where all the boys were having a conversation about elementary boys' things. And there you saw your son, trying, and ultimately failing at joining said conversations. And with little Athena tugging at his side, all he got from the other kids was laughing and rejection.

Seeing your son's sad and hurt expression when the other boys laughed at him or even told him to go away broke your heart. You wanted him to be happy again. You wanted him to be the energetic and loving kid he was before your waste of a husband left. Ever since Ryan —your waste of a husband left, Roman hasn't been the same.

For the past six or so months, he has been distant and seemingly unhappy. All he ever did was lock himself up in his room and play video games. He barely ever interacted with you and Athena anymore. He barely interacted with anyone, period. Once Ryan left, it was up to you to support your kids financially. Of course, their father still paid child support, but he sure as hell didn't pay your bills or everything you needed to spend on your children. Which meant you had to take him out of the fancy school he went to in order to still pay the monthly expenses of your home. And he just didn't quite fit in at school, especially now.

So, you hoped that him joining the baseball team would change that, that it would help him open up again and that it would help him make new friends. But so far, it's worked just the opposite.

"So, I'm making dinner tonight. Do you want to come over with the kids and get drunk? Luke will watch over the kids." Liz spoke, interrupting your train of thought.

"That sounds a-mazing," you spoke in a song-like tune, a sigh of contentment leaving your lips. "But I can't. I told Roman I'd take him to that Italian place he likes."

"Tomorrow then. I'll have that Chardonnay you love so much waiting for you." She winked at you as you both stood up, ready to greet your children.

"Thank God for your alcohol stash." You joked, flinging your arms up in praise.

You both laughed and smiled in your children's direction, but your smile dropped as your kids and Ezra approached you. Ezra was holding Athena's hand, while Roman walked behind them, with a certain heaviness on his step and an annoyed look on his face. And Athena had a small pout on her face.

"Hey, what's wrong?"

"Rome doesn't want to hold my hand!" Athena whined with a pout of her lower lip. She released Ezra's hand and exchanged it for your own. Ezra going to his own mom. While Roman simply stood there, with a hand stuffed into his pockets and the other messing with the strap of his bag, his gaze stuck on the ground.

"Roman, baby," you sighed softly, not wanting to give the poor kid a hard time. You understood he didn't exactly fit in, no matter how much he wanted to, and that upset him. You didn't want to add up to that. "Your sister just wanted you to hold her hand."

"She was embarrassing me.. I'm already the kid without a dad, I don't need to be the kid with an annoying baby sister." He muttered, his gaze not once leaving the ground.

His words were harsh, but lacked emotion. And it broke your heart. But as much as you wanted to tell him that it wasn't true, that he did have a dad, you'd be lying if you did. Ryan was already absent in your children's lives before the split, but at the same time he was there, and Roman felt as if he was. But now, his father really wasn't there, at all. And there was nothing you could do about it.

You sighed softly, gesturing your free hand out for him, "Roman, come here," a heavy sigh left the young boy's lips as he took a few steps closer, standing in front of you with his head hanging low and his eyes stuck to the ground. You used your hand to hold the side of his face, his eyes meeting with your own. "Baby, Thena just wanted to show you that she loves you. She didn't mean to embarrass you, right Thena?" You turned your attention to the small girl that hid behind your arm, her eyes glistening with tears.

The small girl sniffled and shook her head, "No.. I'm sorry Rome.. I won't do it ever again, I-I promise."

You exchanged looks between your children, your eyes finally landing on Roman as you waited for a response. You raised an eyebrow at him, your eyes speaking a silent 'and' to the boy. He eventually signed, almost too heavily, and nodded.

"It's okay, I guess.. I don't really mind all that much." He half smiled, shrugging slightly.

Athena's expression quickly lightened, the small girl detached herself from your hand and hugged her older brother. And as much as he hated to admit it, he didn't mind the affection. He returned the hug and smiled, for a moment at least.

After a second or two, Roman slightly pushed Athena off him, signaling that that had been enough affection for a day. You breathed out softly, turning to look at Liz, who gave you a sympathetic smile in response.

"Well my loves, off we go. Say goodbye to Auntie Liz and Ezra." Both your children did as you said. Athena hugging both of them, and Roman simply waving at them. Good enough.

And at last, you gave Liz a quick but tight hug, "I'll call you tomorrow." You said shortly before you grabbed a hold of your daughter's hand and your son's bag, and eventually parted ways.

Today was gonna be a long day.

《Here's an edited version of part 1. As always I hope y'all enjoyed it. I'm trying to get back into writing after a long year, hopefully this will help me get back on track. Let me know your thoughts. And let me know if you'd like to be added to my dylan/coach taglist which I do have》

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