Prompts: The Saja Boys having feelings for their housekeeper/home assistant?
Pronouns: They/Them
"Next one!"
"Okay. As much as Babysspicybottle love your dance moves they think you all should touch your hair a little less and… your crotch a little more." Y/N sighed, surrounded by five saja boys, sandwiched between two and Abby sat between their legs.
The group couldn't get a handle on social media and modern technology, so they say. They suspected at least two were capable. Not Abby though; he couldn't even manage to keep his shirt closed. But it seemed like each member just wanted the opportunity to see how much they could tease their housekeeper.
"I'll touch my crotch if you ask me, Y/N." Baby manspread even further in the armchair across from them.
"Uh huh." They scroll past a few too sexual comments, not wanting to add to the awkwardness they felt. "Mysteryssecretforehead wants to give you a haircut, Mystery."
He let out an indignant huff and flipped his fringe but said nothing.
"Basically your concert was either amazing or too much for their ovaries to handle," They dropped the phone onto their lap. "Can we do something else now?"
Romance spread himself across the remaining space and as close as possible, resting his chin on his arms. "Yes! Now tell me, Y/N, did my voice make you weak in the knees as yours does to me? Make you shiver with delight? Give you a quiver in your—"
"Well I better get that laundry done! You sure do sweat a lot!" They bashed their shin on the coffee table as they hopped over a couple legs to escape.
Baby stared at Romance. "You scared them off again."
"How dare you!"
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The laundry really did need washing. The five Saja Boys change outfits at least twice a day… probably more. And were always covered in glitter and perfume from their near constant events.
As they shoveled Baby's clothes off the carpet, Abby leant against the doorframe in just a towel.
"Y/N I appear to have forgotten how to wash my hair… join me in the shower?"
"I think you can manage that yourself, Abby." They deliberately kept their eyes on the laundry.
He stepped forward, "Please please please? I wanna feel your fingers in my hair rubbing my scalp-"
They stood up straight with a full basket of clothes, glancing over the sculpted torso he'd flashed a hundred times. "Do all of you have matching tattoos or just you and Jinu?"
He stiffened, eyes flickering down to the dark patterns across his chest. "You've seen Jinu shirtless?"
"Hasn't everyone? Those are really solid, you must have to wear a lot of makeup to hide them."
His chest puffs out as they step closer, ego recovering with the attention. "It's magic, babe. Wanna see what else I can do?"
"Maybe another time."
He visibly lit up as they squeezed past with a basket on their hip. Y/N wasn't turning him down!
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"My love, I didn't scare you away, did I?" Romance hopped onto the running washing machine as Y/N worked through a pile of clean laundry.
"No, Romy, of course not. I just have jobs to do for you all." They separated Abby's buttonless shirts from the heap for later.
"You take such good care of us, why don't you let me take care of you?" His legs parted not so discretely. If Y/N was more focused on him they would have realised he sat on the machine to feel the movement.
"Because I'm paid to look after you."
"Oh I see. I'm just a paycheck to you!" He pressed his hand against his forehead and faked sniffles.
They picked out every undamaged piece and squished them down in the basket. "A very pretty paycheck."
Romance gasps in excitement and turns to lie on his belly and rest his chin on his hands. "Tell me more."
Y/N smiled at his silly behaviour. "I think you heard enough earlier."
"No fanatic could compare to you, my sweet. I would hear a hundred mean comments, no a thousand! Just for one kind word from your soft lips." He tried to shuffle himself along on his belly to get his face closer to theirs.
They glanced over from pilling his heart patterned underwear into a basket, eyes meeting his. His pupils pink and blown wide with a circle of gold. Their hands froze with the rest of them, "Your eyes…"
His cheeks flushed. And the direct vibrations creating a feeling of something stirring lower. Faster. He jumped up and rushed out of the room without a word.
Mystery made an amused huff at the sight and proceeded to rest his nose against Y/N's neck. Their arm bumped the basket and he tipped it upright again. They hadn't seen him come in after they turned back to the clothes.
"What was that about?"
He just shrugged. Then proceeds to inhale their scent like a drug.
Baby wandered into the utility room next, just as Y/N bent down to unload another batch of laundry. Their backside brushing against Mystery as his hands came to rest on their hips.
He scowled. Mystery smirked and flashed his teeth. Y/N didn't notice.
They straighten up so he pressed closer.
"It's hard to move when you squeeze me like that, Mysmysty."
He grumbled. Reluctantly he loosened his grip just enough for his hands to explore more freely.
Baby stepped closer so the grumble turns to a growl.
Y/N finally glances over after picking up the basket, "Oh hello Baby."
"It's my turn," His eyes were on Mystery.
"I'm washing your clothes too, don't worry, Baby."
"Oh I'm not worried."
The moment Y/N stepped closer to the machine and out of Mystery's arms, Baby tackled him to the floor. The room filled with sounds of growling and huffing and snapping teeth from both of them as they wrestled.
Y/N just stepped around them with the clean folded clothes and headed somewhere less aggressive.
Back to sit on the sofa. The boys had dispersed —for the moment— so they could relax and see what can be repaired.
Abby is a beefcake. Good for the eyes, not for his shirts. Since moving in with them as a full time assistant, Y/N had been ordering buttons in bulk. Once his shirt popped open in front of a fan there was no hope of getting them back. It was like his abs were magic. They tried replacing them with plastic fasteners, but according to Abby he wanted to give his fans a chance to catch the projectiles. As if his tummy wasn't a gift on its own.
The spare buttons seemed to disappear on their own too. Half their supply dwindled anytime they left it out. So now they kept an extra close eye on it in case one of the boys were playing with them again.
Y/N picked coarse blue hairs off a floral shirt — too dark to be from Baby or Mystery — as Jinu wandered in. He stretched his whole body out to rest his head on their lap, and his feet dangling off the end.
"Need something?"
"No." He pressed his face to their tummy.
"Tired?"
"I don't sleep." It came out muffled.
"That's probably why you're tired." They bent forward to get a handful of buttons, thread, and a needle, squishing his face even more.
Jinu spluttered audibly, but made no move to escape. They gave his hair a pat in apology.
Y/N suddenly yelped loudly and Jinu bolted upright, their hand catching on his arm. "Someone just pulled my hair— Jinu I'm so sorry."
The needle scratched him in the movement. They expected blood to bead out but instead saw… purple? Little drops of purple fluid. Jinu wiped it away and his skin was flawless again.
"What is that."
"Don't tell me you didn't notice, babe." Romance appeared over their shoulder, as did the other three.
Looming over Y/N, eyes glowing, teeth growing, patterns spreading over their faces. Each one doing their best to look scary, while Abby's flexing popped his shirt open again. A button hitting them in the face brought them back to the moment.
"You're… shapeshifters?"
"Try again, sweetheart."
"Dragons?" Watching their heads shake, "Skinwalkers? Changelings? Vampires?"
Jinu smiled. "We don't suck blood."
Abby pressed his knee into the cushion on their other side, "But we would sure like to suck-"
Jinu's hand to his bare chest stopped him. "Just… give them a minute."
He backed off —with the rest of them— and Jinu settled next to them again.
"Who keeps taking my buttons." Y/N muttered as they looked for the handful they dropped in shock.
"Come with me."
They took his hand.
Jinu lead them to his bedroom. He had never allowed them in before, always pretending to be better at housework than he is to keep them away.
The first think they see is the big blue tiger on the center of his bed. With an even bigger head and glowing eyes. His tail thumping lazily against the pillow. A six eyed magpie sat on his back, plucking out thick blue hairs.
"What is this?" They still held his hand.
"Just watch."
The magpie flew over them to a high shelf. Jinus hands gripped their waist and lifted so they could see. He fluttered down to a colourful nest. Thee eyes blinked at Y/N, then he started mixing the fur with a loose clump of hair that matched theirs, weaving it into the nest and pressing buttons in between strands.
"I try to get them back for you, but he pecks me." He lowered them back down before they decided to comment on the amount of dust.
The tiger stared.
"What are they."
"My spirit guides. Go say hello." He nudged them forward.
They pressed their knee into the mattress to get closer. "Hello uh…"
"Derpy."
"Derpy? Okay. Hello Derpy." Y/N held their hand out slowly. And received a big wet lick. They wiped it off on his head, but he seemed to like it. "You keep them in here all day?"
"Oh no they go wherever they want. It's very hard to hide them from you."
"And… all the rest? Was that hard too?"
"Excruciating." He sighed and sat on the edge of the bed.
They moved to join him, and Derpy pressed his face to their back. "What are you really, Jinu?"
"We're demons. Sent here to defeat Huntr/x."
They look at his pale purple complexion; without the patterns and glowing eyes he would look sickly. "So you're just a boyband."
"Not exactly. Demons feed on souls-"
Their eyes widen, "Have you eaten my soul?"
"No of course not! You would not be breathing."
They nod and give Derpy a pat. "Okay. That's good. Keep it that way."
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"You ran off earlier, are you feeling okay, Rom?"
"Perfect now you're back in my arms. This smells almost as delicious as you, my tasty treat." Romance squeezed their waist, "What are you cooking?"
"Just a stir fry." Y/N placed a lid on the counter and shook a little spice jar over the wok, "Do you think this is enough chilly powder? You know how Baby likes it."
"Mhmm nothing could rival the heat you make me feel." He nipped at their neck.
"Oh!" They didn't expect his teeth to feel sharper than usual, or to look up to a blue grinning face appearing through the wall at the same time. "I spilt it. You make me add to much!"
He hummed and licked gently over the love bite without looking at the sizeable pile dissolving. "I'm sure it's just as delectable. We can handle a little spice."
"That's more than a little. Has it changed the colour?" They sigh, "Maybe I should start over."
"And make dinner late?" Abby leaned over Y/N as he and the other three squeezed into the kitchen.
"There's more room at the table." They screwed the top back on the jar to preserve what little remained.
"But we wanna be close to you!" He whined and leaned over their other shoulder, so Romance gave a little jab to his belly.
"I'll test your food, Y/N." Jinu pushed through the group.
"No way, me first!"
Derpy's big pink tongue flopped out towards the stove top. Y/N tried to push it back in with one hand, "If you all just wait at the table-"
Mystery barked at them all. Meanwhile Baby moved to their right and licked a spoon clean, they hadn't noticed him take it. He held eye contact as he sucked it into his mouth. Humming softly —barely audible over the fighting— and dragged his tongue over it a final time before handing it back.
"Too hot?"
His eyes flickered over them. "Perfect."
Heat crawled up their collar. "Can you get the plates down for me?" Derpy finally sunk back through the wall to find another way to get a second dinner.
By now the entire group scowled while Y/N turned away to dish up dinner. Baby grinned and slid his hand over their waist to increase their flustered state — and to steal Romance's place.
They handed each member a plate with steaming pork and veggies piled on and sent them to sit down finally.
As much as they all tried to share (which wasn't a lot) they didn't understand portion control. Or patience. So by making them queue like a school lunch line, Y/N ensured they all got the same, and there was enough left over for them to join.
They leaned over to place a jug of water on the dinning room table, Abby looking up in delight.
"How about a little soda pop for me instead?" He squeezed the back of their thigh gently.
"Put it on the shopping list," They stepped back.
His hand slid further up their thigh. "Come on, just let me drink in every drop."
They gave Abby's hand a brief squeeze before moving it away. "You're not drinking any of me right now."
"Oh so later?" He grinned and raised his brow teasingly.
"... Shut up and eat your dinner."
"I love it when you're bossy."
Y/N sat down and waited to see their reactions before they started eating. "Don't worry if you don't like it tonight, I might have messed it up."
"My beloved, do not talk that way, I could never hate your cooking." Romance took a large bite, making a point to groan happily as he chewed. "You must know the way to a man's heart is through is stomach, because every dish from you is a love letter to my soul."
Every other member dug in too, not paying attention as Romance started to cough.
"Are you alright? Do you need—"
Three more followed, eyes brimming with tears and gulping down water.
"I guess their love letter was only to me." Baby grinned and took another bite.
"Your love hurts so good." Romance wheezed, trying to smile through the tears.
Prompts: If the died and turned into ghosts (they didn't they're out there somewhere)
Pronouns: They/Them
The house was fully furnished, with up market leather furniture and extravagant decorations. Huge windows allowed sunlight to fill the building constantly, causing the old (and rather boring) paintings to fade on the walls. Thick rich curtains that hadn't been drawn in so long had become the permanent home for a colony of spiders.
A house like this, overlooking the ocean and surrounded by forest could have gone for millions. But it didn't; something horrible happened here. Not that anything still remained of that day, the memories of previous inhabitants fading faster as Y/N replaced artworks and added rugs and blankets and cushions. The house wouldn't be haunted, and they weren't going to let it look like it was.
Slowly it filled with colour and comfort, personal things to make it home. Soft items to hide the sharp edges.
They barely remembered hearing about it on the news. Just something they caught the end of so it was forgotten easily. Then when they moved in, they were warned not to delve deeper into it. Why dredge up ghost stories? And they didn't, because they didn't care. At first. Until things started to get… weird.
Barely noticeable at first. A curtain swaying without a breeze, knocking a mug off the table. The painting they thought they just took down finding its way back up. Shadowed figures in the branches and wet footsteps fading across the stone patio on a sunny day.
Maybe someone was just playing a prank, or wanted to see where an FBI agent and two serial killers murdered each other.
Y/N couldn't remember their faces when they caught flashes in the shadows. But they weren't clear enough to be anything more. Just silly visions in their peripherals. Until they stumbled upon photos stashed away. Of landscapes, parties, and younger years. Hannibal Lecter stared back.
Hannibal and his ‘murder husband’ were definitely dead. Too much blood was spilled that day to survive plummeting off the cliff. Even if their bodies were never recovered. They wouldn't return to stalk the property. They couldn't.
But when waves climbed up the cliff face in a storm too harsh to step outside, the feeling of being watched returned. It felt somehow worse. Like the wind just pushed the hidden eyes closer, suddenly making them impatient.
Y/N pressed against the window to peer out past their reflection. A plant pot had tipped over, not from the wind but maybe something spooked by it. The woods were teeming with life, so all sorts would pass through their garden in the dark. The moonlight was dulled by the rain, but a flash of lightning would cast shadows across the floor. Spindly fingers crept up the wall, sliding under a picture frame.
It dropped to the floor and shattered.
For just a second a shadow – a man – stood face to face through the glass. Curly hair sticking to his forehead in the rain. They fell back, palm landing on a shard of glass. It drew their attention away for a moment and he was gone.
Y/N stuck on the first plaster they found and cleaned up the glass. The rest of the picture frame was intact though so they stood to return it to its place. But that was already occupied. An old landscape in a gold detailed frame. And reflected in the glass was another silhouette. Glancing behind revealed no one yet again. They sighed and took it off the wall. Again. Lightning flashed; it looked like they had three shadows.
Turning back they were face to face with another man. This one didn't disappear though. They dropped the landscape. It was him, unbelievably but indisputably Hannibal Lecter.
Hannibal caught it in his pale hands and grinned. “I thought it time we finally–” It slipped straight through his palms. More broken glass.
Y/N jumped back, yelping as they collided with another body behind them.
“You should have put it down.” The curly haired man peered over their shoulder, dripping water onto their shirt.
His breath was cold on their neck. They couldn't turn their head to see him, but knew it had to be the man they saw before.
“Yes, thank you Will. Such a shame, although you only need to have the glass replaced.” He returned his gaze to Y/N expectantly, who was frozen from Will continuing to press against their back. “Give them some space to clean up.”
Will stepped back reluctantly.
Y/N stood there for a moment longer, only their eyes moving, checking for what else might surprise them. Then stiffly retrieved a broom to sweep up the shards.
Evidently they were gripping the handle too hard: dark patches started to bloom on their wrinkling plaster. Hannibal stood over them and wouldn't move until they settled on the sofa, between the two ghosts. Somehow he appeared with a roll of bandages, passing it to Will each time it circled their palm so it wouldn't drop through his.
Almost sitting between his thighs, Hannibal's fingers traced their knuckles as Will supported their hand – for the most part. “I apologise my dear, we only meant to capture your attention.”
His nose brushed along their neck as he inhaled deeply, rain continuing to flood down the windows. Will’s other hand trailed up their calf while Hannibal's changed to circle their waist, pulling their back flush to his chest. It was a strange sensation, their bodies fading in and out, causing shivers to crawl across every inch in contact.
“They never found your bodies… they think you're still out there.”
Will chuckled, fingertips finding the inseam by their knee. “Let them keep searching. Jack needs something to keep him busy without the wife.”
“You won't tell them, will you, love?” Hannibal tucked their hair behind their ear, lips tracing the shell of it as he whispered, “You won't tell anyone.”
His presence felt like a draught along their face, not quite certain they were being touched at all, and slightly irritating. Will's wasn't any clearer either. Flashes of lighting made him hazy, like smoke or dust in the air. They couldn't get a clear view of either, despite being physically closer than anyone else had been in months. Combined with the thunder getting louder, it was disorienting. They were overwhelmed, barely able to trust their senses. Not even sure they were there.
Y/N stared straight through Will's forehead and out the windows where he stood previously. Shadows still flickering across the stone patio.
The unmistakable sound of a terracotta plant pot smashing outside snapped them out of it. They pulled away from the apparitions to look out.
Soil strewn across the concrete, flattened and spread like it had been walked through already. With a shadow of something seeping through the trees, coming steadily closer with each rumble in the sky.
Y/N backed away quickly, eyes locked onto it. Hannibal and Will perked up at their distress. Or maybe it was the shape outside they were drawn to. Whatever it was caused the same grim expression on both of their faces.
The shadow stopped, on the furthest edge of the patio. Perhaps waiting for them to make the next move. One of their hands brushed the small of Y/N's back, sliding to their hip.
“Back away Y/N. He won't come in while we're here.”
They did, leaving them to keep guard.
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Of course the man they killed here would be a ghost too. Only Hannibal and Will would follow them inside so it didn't even cross their mind there would be another.
It didn't help that Hannibal and Will distracted them constantly. Following them to clean, into the garden, into the shower… Giving them disappointed looks as they cook. Although that was mostly Hannibal. Will would often chime in with a slightly ridiculous ingredient and insist they try, despite Hannibal's protests. Or in spite.
They tried to follow Y/N into bed too, but were far too cold to touch and promptly kicked out.
Y/N almost forgot about Francis Dolarhyde, forever stalking the edge of the property. Although he wasn't so much Francis as he was the Red Dragon. The few times they did catch a glimpse – without the others scaring him away – he looked as if preparing to pounce.
The sightings were so far between they couldn't see him gradually inching closer until his nose was nearly touching the window. In the very spot they first saw Will.
“He won't come in. Not yet.” Hannibal rested a hand on their shoulder.
“Not yet? How long do you think I have?”
“Its hard to say. He wants vengeance. More for the life he never lived than the one we ended.”
“Youre so unhelpful sometimes, Hannibal.” Will didn't try to hide his laugh behind them.
“I don't believe he knows himself. Perhaps on Halloween night, when the veil between us is at its thinnest. He will feel at his strongest.”
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A handful of grains thrown didn't make either stop to count each grain. But salt sprinkled strategically, with a few white candles lit in between, and a knife soaked in holy water at their bedside, kept them out of their bedroom for the night. After hours of research, the only solutions they could find were temporary barriers. Calling a member of the clergy, trying to cleanse the space, and any other method of banishing one spirit would banish all three. As much as they didn't want to admit it, they had grown used to Hannibal and Will's overbearing presence. Maybe even started to like it.
Not that it mattered since they couldn't touch each other for more than a few seconds. And they were painfully annoying. Sometimes.
Now for example. Even though there would be no trick or treaters so far into the woods, Y/N still put up cheap Halloween decorations.
Hannibal had to step outside as one too many of his artworks were shrouded in ugly spider webs. And Will tried to support the ladder as Y/N pinned glowing eyeballs between the windowpanes. Unfortunately his inconsistent grip made the ladder wobble more, so they made him sit back and watch their shirt slide up their back as they stretched to– well actually to check they weren't clustered.
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Night was approaching. Hannibal was still outside and once the barriers were set he couldn't come in until morning light. It was Halloween, he had left to fix a fallen decoration. Why? Y/N had no idea. He made his feelings on the decor clear from the moment they were unpackaged. Maybe to prevent them from going out. But Will didn't seem in much of a hurry to get him back either.
The moment they finished sprinkling salt and lighting incense he would be locked out. With Dolarhyde. Who was getting closer constantly, his movements more erratic. The Great Red Dragon was unpredictable and unstable, even in death. He had been kept at bay long enough, but tonight he would be stronger. And who knows what he could do to Hannibal.
Will was a little too relaxed. Wandering back into the bedroom, acting casual. It was unsettling. Even more so when they heard the clang of a knife dropping through his grip. The one they slept beside just in case.
Y/N had only felt true fear around him once. The first time they stood face to face. But he wasn't soaked in blood or rain. He was soft, fluffy. Maybe a little greasy. But he was safe. Everything that was meant to be reassuring.
The way he murmured their name as he pressed the knife to their hand. How he watched Hannibal return, only to press a hand to the small of their back and guide them outside.
Even as they watched steam rise from his palms, clenched jaw and sharp inhales. Grabbing theirs but unable to hide bubbles fizzling out between their skin. It didn't slip through. His body was locked tight against theirs, firm and almost warm. Protective and… solid.
“Just let Will guide you, Y/N.” Hannibal whispered directly into their ear. His cold – but not inhuman – lips brushed against their hair.
“I-I can't. I've never–”
“You won't kill him, Y/N. He's already dead.” Will's arms circled their waist, one sliding up to lock their fingers around the knife handle. His face was pressed to their hair on the other side as he inhaled deeply. “Hannibal will lead. Just let him come to us.”
Hannibal stood in the center of the patio as clouds parted to bath the garden in moonlight.
The Dragon stood in darkness, draining the light around him. His wings stretched across the stone.
His body jolted like he was about to attack, but Hannibal was faster. Lurching forward to tear the flesh off his neck with his teeth. He spat it out and it dissolved before it touched the ground… and grew back into the original wound.
He struck over and over, the two battling for dominance. Every fresh injury stitching itself back together. They were relentless, unyielding but unable to win.
Will shoved Y/N forward. They stumbled over their own feet but he kept his arms locked around them. Using them like a tool to wield the blade he couldn't touch.
It felt more like they were possessed. He was controlling their body. All they did was watch in horror as the blade sunk into Dragon's flesh, carving a boiling smile across his stomach.
His blood burst out, staining their hands. Blackening and fading into their skin.
He fell to his knees, joints and bones crumbling. There was nothing left to support him as he melted into the stonework.
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When they finally escaped back into the house, flanked by the two ghosts, they were spotless. The only evidence of the confrontation was their racing heart. The others were just calm, guiding them back to bed.
They finally wrapped their cold limbs around Y/N's body, caging them between them under the blanket. They were too exhausted to feel the difference in their skin. All they felt was the pressure of two bodies beside them.
Prompts: Hydra catches Bucky and Y/N (kinda new yearish fic)
Pronouns: They/Them
Bucky slammed the wooden door behind him, because it never closed quietly. He had the frozen turkey breast in a plastic bag, ready to wait in the freezer until Christmas day. Even with Bucky’s metabolic rate, the two of them could never finish an entire turkey.
Y/N had bought a tiny plastic tree the day before, which sat on the ting table by the sofa. They were half tangled in a string of lights. The trap kept them in place against the wall so Bucky could kiss them on his way to the freezer. Just as he opened the door, the front door gave way to a hoard of people dressed in black.
Sometimes Y/N still wondered if the freezer was still open. Of course by now the turkey would have rotted away, unless a stray wandered in and ate it. On the quiet days they had a lot of thoughts like that. Anything to pass the time and attempt to ignore the crushing loneliness without Bucky.
Most days were quiet days now. Apparently HYDRA’s punishment for ‘stealing’ their asset was solitude. Only in emergencies were they called to help with ‘experiments’, like they did when they first unwillingly became a nurse for HYDRA. Except now, they didn't get to patch up the soldier. Being in the dank cell for so long, they even started craving these odd jobs. Even though it meant other prisoners were being hurt.
There was a drip that started two (or was it three?) days ago. Maybe the cold weather burst a pipe, or the was a crack–
Footsteps down the corridor interrupted their train of thought. Maybe three sets of footsteps were heading their way. Peeking through the barred window of their cell, they spotted a mop of ratty dark hair between two agents.
“Bucky?” They whispered.
The head snapped up, clearly having heard them. His steely cold eyes met theirs and stared. They didn't move, even as he walked past them. Before he reached the end of the hallway, he had knocked both agents down and was reaching in between the bars. His flesh hand gripped theirs. Holding it tighter and tighter, until it was in a death grip as his whole body seized.
An agent had snuck up behind him with the equivalent of a cattle prod. Now, he was on the floor being dragged away from Y/N, again.
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Gunshots cut through the silence. Y/N had finally gotten to sleep on the lumpy mattress for all of an hour. The first just jolted them awake in a state of confusion. An alarm followed, as well as another five shots.
People were shouting and running through the corridors as they looked out. There were the occasional dull thuds as the footsteps lessened. Suddenly there was just one set, growing closer to them. Bucky round the corner. A gun in one hand, he smashed the hinges with the other and pulled the metal door from their cell. He swapped the firearm to his left hand so his flesh could hold theirs.
He shot two guards on the way to the parking garage, conveniently offering the chance to replenish his ammo.
They went through the last door. Bucky grabbed a helmet off a workbench and strapped them in. “Where’s yours?”
“A little bike accident won't kill me.” He grabbed a set of keys.
“A little head trauma might.”
He grabbed another helmet for himself.
Past the cars and lorries were a row of motorbikes. Bucky tore a black box and wires off the closest one and got on. Something sticky latched onto Y/N’s wrist, preventing them from joining him. They spun around and punched, catching the guy in the throat. His sticky –actually covered in blood– hand clutched his throat and he fell to the floor. Y/N got on the bike and wrapped their arms around Bucky so they could leave as soon as possible.
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Dawn was just breaking as they escaped the base. The two of them rode all day; only stopped to syphon fuel, steal snacks and petty cash. When the sun was setting, they settled in town for the night.
Y/N stood at the window in their motel room, watching through the half drawn curtains as people gathered by the clock tower. Their voices were muffled, but Y/N clearly made out the countdown. Bucky stood beside them as the crowd cheered, fireworks lighting up the sky.
Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x reader, Stucky exists too
Warnings: none
Requested by: no one
Prompts: A Christmas party seems the perfect time to reveal relationships
Pronouns: They/Them
Authors note: doesn’t explicitly mention who celebrates just that they're there
Heroes were praised for saving lives and stopping invasions. As they should be: they deserve it. However they weren’t the only people that helped. After a long day of fighting and rescuing, the city (or wherever they were) was typically left in shambles. And who was there to pick up the pieces? Not the heroes. No, that job was left to Y/N.
Y/N was an unofficial member of SHIELD. They were flown in fancy jets to wherever the action was to fix everything. They weren't paid a whole lot, but it was kind of like a work retreat for them. Or would be if they could leave. Being kept under wraps, even from some of the Avengers – as to not stress the heroes out more than necessary.
Luckily, the job had its perks. Discarded equipment – that would pose any danger to the public – could be sold online for very ridiculous prices, and any kid that saw Y/N working thought they were a witch. And of course, meeting one superhero in particular. They say you shouldn't date people you work with, but how much did they really work together? Almost never (if you didn't count the times Natasha escaped the press to aid in cleanup).
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With a handful of Hawkeye’s arrows in one hand, Y/N grazed their other over a pile of rubble and watched it float back into its position as a wall. Most civilians had retreated to the safety of their homes, or crowded the Avengers that didn't immediately run after the fight, so they didn't worry about accidentally squishing anyone with rubble.
Amongst the wreckage, a metal cuff caught the light and flickered in their eyes. They recognised it as one of spider-man's web shooters. Compared to the one they found last month, this one appeared to be in good shape and might still work. It must have slipped off his wrist somehow. So, Y/N stored it safely in their pocket and carried on fixing the street.
They completely forgot about it until they got home. As it was dropped on the kitchen counter with the rest of the day's loot, it shot out a web and knocked a glass over. Conveniently, they could fuse the shards back together (but it still gave them a freight).
They had a gift box leftover from wrapping presents and stuffed it full of tissue paper so the cuff wouldn't get damaged. It was tucked into their bag so they could drop it off with paperwork and other hero/villain tech they found.
The Avengers tower was practically deserted when they arrived. After scanning their ID and dropping the damage reports off, they passed through the communal kitchen and decided it would be the best place to leave the box.
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A shiny red box with a note you forgot this, Spidey sat in the centre of the kitchen island. Having watched far too many crime shows, Peter was apprehensive about even being in the same room with it in case it were a bomb.
Natasha walked in without visibly reacting to Peter balancing on the furthest stool in his typical perch. She hummed as she read the note. “Y/N mentioned they left something for you.”
“Who is Y/N?” He wasn't sure if he should be more or less comforted by her knowing the gifter.
She scoffed, “You don’t know Y/N? How do you think the city magically rebuilds itself?”
“I thought that was the insurance companies…” He slid off the stool and eased the lid off, while holding the box as far away as he could. When nothing burst out, he looked inside. “My web shooters!”
You scared the kid. Natasha texted Y/N.
Oops? They replied almost immediately: Natasha was their only contact never on mute. Are you coming over tonight?
Don’t I always?
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There was another attack on Christmas eve. The villains were probably hoping to catch the team off guard (but failed to account for the fact they were nearly all workaholics with no lives). So that evening Y/N made the trip over to drop off more reports so they could relax as soon as possible. But, because of the late hour almost everyone had gone home. Everyone that didn't live there.
All the office doors were locked so Y/N headed up to the party deck where the remaining team were having a little (by Tony’s standards) Christmas Eve bash. A couple of agents they didn't recognise were leaving as they entered.
They recognised Steve almost immediately: he towered above almost everyone. They approached from behind, but he spun around like he sensed them. “I'm glad you could make it.”
They held up a manila folder, “I called earlier to say-”
“The reports, I remember. Let me take these downstairs.” And he left.
They didn't quite know what to do with themself. Suddenly, they were stuck with a crowd between them and the exit, and couldn’t see anyone they knew.
“Y/N! Come join the party.” Tony, with a Santa hat and wearing a wreath as a necklace, yelled from the less populated group of sofas. “Well aren't you festive.” He took off his hat and put it on their head.
“Hello, Tony.”
“We all know Y/N here, right?” Only Natasha, Wanda and Bucky nodded. “Shame on all of you.”
Peter had a very vague memory of seeing them and floating concrete, but chalked it up to the concussion he had at the time. At Least now he knew who returned his stuff. He sipped his glass of milk and settled back to decide if they were a threat.
Other than where Steve was sitting before, every space was taken up. So, Natasha took it upon herself to embarrass Y/N and pull them onto her lap. The conversations resumed, now with Y/N awkwardly cuddled into Nat’s Christmas jumper (which was red with ‘Christmas jumper’ over her breasts. Y/N bought it last week.)
“Hold on a moment, We can all see this, right?” Everyone turned their attention to Tony, again. “Natasha being all cuddly feely-”
“Keep running that mouth of yours, Stark, and it will be the only thing you feely.”
“What does that even– never mind.” One look from her – even when both were somewhat intoxicated – was enough to shut him up.
Steve rejoined the group and sat next to Bucky, who had an arm lying across the back of the sofa. Surprising some, he didn't look shocked at all. Especially when most would expect the guys from the forties to be more uncomfortable around such displays.
“You two don't look very surprised.” Bruce commented.
Bucky cut in before Steve could, “How would we go on double dates if we didn't know they were dating?”
“Is this a Christmas miracle? Steve is getting boned and Nat-” She glared at him, “Is as lovely as ever.”
“That's better.”
After the slightly awkward reveals, the rest of the party went off without a hitch. Peter, who had progressed from milk to apple juice, managed to corner Y/N and interrogate them about their abilities.
“Do you prefer to call it materiokinetic warping or molecular manipulation? What about matter or quantum or-”
“I'm cutting you off, baby spider, you can geek out next tomorrow. Then you will have plenty of time to see how much of a nerd they are.” Natasha wrapped her arm around Y/N’s waist and put their empty glass on a nearby table. “Let’s go to bed.”
“In the tower?”
“I've got a nice, quiet room upstairs.”
“Let's go!” From their tone, Natasha wasn’t sure if they were more excited about seeing where she lived, or escaping the party.
Bucky’s neck was aching by the time work finished for the day. Somehow a day hunched over paperwork left him more drained than a day training. The lift’s ping sent a shock to his ever growing migraine. All he wanted was to lie in his dark room and never leave. With his almost wife of course. The one that's been comforting him since Romania.
The dark smudge on the door should have alerted him to trouble first; he was so tired he didn't notice anything amiss. Until the door would close behind him. The frame was splintered and the chain snapped too.
“Y/N?” He didn't want to turn around and see what else was damaged. But he had too lest his heart burst.
Bucky walked through the flat, checking each hiding place Y/N would fit, but he couldn't quite bring himself to fix the trinkets knocked onto the floor. As he circled back to the kitchen – with his gaze low enough that he missed the scratched walls – his headache was feeling more like his skull was caving in.
Stopping at the kitchen table; seeing the still dripping blood on the corner, he couldn’t stop the rising bile and rushed to the bathroom.
Feeling his shoes sticking with each step back nearly had him retching again. Then something crinkled. There was a piece of paper stuck to his shoe. He could have sworn he felt his metal arm go numb.
When Steve answered his phone he didn't recognise Bucky’s voice. Through the panicked sobs and crashing of furniture he had no idea what was happening. He drove to Bucky’s flat, nearly causing a few crashes, and kicked the door down. Or would have if it could still be closed properly.
There sat Bucky, near but facing away from the substantial puddle of blood in the kitchen. A sheet of paper was clutched in his hand.
“They got her, Steve,” He sniffed, “They’ve taken Y/N.”
Steve didn’t need to ask who.
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The not so white note lay in the center of the table. Come and find her.
Almost every Avenger gathered in the conference room. Steve briefed the team on the next location they had yet to search. He droned on the same way he had for the last week. Bucky didn't have a clue what he said, nor did he care anymore. He just wanted to find her.
If it hadn't been for his friends, he would have slept in the quinjet, waiting for the next mission. He could think of anything else. They all said she wouldn't want him to neglect his health like this. But she wouldn't want to be kidnapped and used as bait either.
When the next possible location was discovered, he was waiting on the helipad before Tony had rolled out of bed.
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Bucky didn't even wait for the jet to land before he was jumping out. He landed on the roof of the building hidden in a forest. The wind nipped at any exposed flesh, and even as he entered the shelter, the cold was still biting.
The bare halls of the HYDRA base brought a sickening familiarity, despite not recalling that location. He didn't need to: every facility was built the same. Without the urgency, he might have noted the lack of staff. When he was dragged between laboratories, the corridors were never without some kind of life.
Every bulb flickered out, replaced with the lower flashing emergency light. Then, an almighty crash as the rest of the team broke through the remaining defences.
Bucky peered through every door with a window, and kicked through those that didn’t. Until finally he broke into a pitch black cell. The dim light flooded in after him, highlighting the furthest corner containing the shivering body. Y/N
Blood stained the side of her swollen face. Sweat trickled down her brow, dragging red stains with it. She was still wearing the last clothes he had seen her in, over a week ago. In the two years they had been together, Bucky had never seen her in such a pitiful state. He would have broken down in tears if he wasn't so determined to get her home.
As soon as he swooped her up, she was twisting over his arm to vomit away from him.
Bucky strode through the corridors, barely able to see under the flashing lights but barely needing them. A man with the face of a rat and the height of a child stood in his path wearing a white lab coat. He held a red notebook.
Y/N had tucked her face into the crook of his neck, too nauseous to face the lights or moving scenery. With her clinging onto his shoulders and holding her up with his right hand, his left was free. One swift punch to the nose had the man's glasses shattering and blood spewing before he got a second word out.
In that moment, with everything to lose, nothing was going to stop him from leaving the facility.
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Bucky washed the dirt off Y/N’s back as she sat in a hot bath. They were back in their shared room in the Avengers tower, where they stayed while apartment hunting after leaving Romania. Her head had been stitched up and a pack of antibiotics sat on the bedside table. She had been advised to stay in the med bay, but couldn't bear to be anywhere so sterile and uncomfortable. And the beds were too small for Bucky to cling onto her all night.
He wrapped her up in the fluffiest towel while he searched for the spare pajamas she left behind. The bedsheets were the softest he could find too, just wanting her to rest comfortably.
“Here we go, all toasty.”
“Can we just…” Y/N tucked her aching legs underneath the blanket and groaned, “Sleep for the next month?”
“Sure, Doll.” He crawled in next to her. “I’m not going to let you go ever again.” His arms caged her against him.
Prompts: Y/N is dating Prince Loki and happens to be his servant
Pronouns: She/Her
The palace was settling for the night: the servants finished their chores and the few guards up were barely conscious.
Y/N had removed her shoes to muffle her footsteps on the stone floors. As a servant of the crown she could go almost anywhere with little questioning, but she wasn't in a confrontational mood. She was thankful for her socks, however, because the tiles were near freezing this time of year. As a large, intricately carved door came up on her right, she glanced back where she came from before pushing it open.
There he sat, on the window nook, book in hand. Loki's raven hair glowing in the candlelight. The flame couldn't match the smile that lit up his face as Y/N sat opposite him in the alcove. Many evenings were spent like this: simply basking in each other's presence, away from the prying eyes of the kingdom's inhabitants.
The two shuffled over to the bed as the cold began seeping through the glass.
"You will not believe what I saw your brother do today."
"Oh, do tell my dear." He pulled her legs onto his lap, rubbing his thumbs over the usual aches in her knees.
"He and Fandral thought no one was around-"
He huffed, "And that always ends well."
Y/N shoved his shoulder, laughing at his expression. She sat on his lap, pinning him against the mountain of pillows to gain his undivided attention. "Do you wanna hear how Thor fell in the bog or not?"
"The bog? I'm sorry, my love, please go on. Tell me what a fool he is."
"He wasn't even humanoid anymore. He was just sludge."
Loki ran his hands up and down her sides, feeling her ribs heave with each laugh. "I know the oath is clumsy, but that clumsy?" He tugged, making her fall against his chest so he could cage her in.
"It started because Fandral thought it would be funny if he took a horse-"
Their chatter ceased as footsteps echoed in the corridors. The pounding only grew louder until there was a stampede outside the door. Y/N rarely bothered to lock the door behind her, because who else would interrupt the Prince's downtime other than his secret consort? The door burst open; the metal doorknob probably dented from the force. There was a whirlwind of noise and hands. Too many hands were gripping Y/N, and not one belonged to Loki. He was forced back onto the window seat, given half-arsed comfort, and forced to watch his love be dragged away.
Thor was awoken by the commotion. Even as he patted his brothers back, he was as oblivious to everything as always, not that he could ever hope to understand. Loki noticed mud still staining his blonde hair. He would have poked fun at him, but he wasn't in much of a jovial mood anymore.
Some novice palace guard had spotted the servant lurking outside the younger Prince's door and called in reinforcements. An unnecessary horde of them nearly broke his door, only for his father to come strolling in.
The concern seemed less for Loki's safety, but for a conspiracy against the crown. Typical of Odin not to consider his 'lesser' son's feelings. Which was clearly why he ordered his door to be locked at all times and at least two guards to keep watch. But that had never stopped him before. Y/N was leaving Asgard, and Loki would be damned if he didn't follow.
“I found a giant spoon.” Ned held up a metal spoon wider than his fist. He sat next to Peter to finish scooping out the pumpkin guts.
“That's what they use to feed the hulk soup when he can't turn back.” Y/N was opposite Peter and beside MJ.
“Really?”
“Go ask Bruce if you don't believe me.”
He visibly slumped.
“Alright, kids.” MJ smacked her knife down, “Time for the big reveal.”
Peter turned his pumpkin to show a choppy face of C-3PO. Ned gasped and twisted his. “I did General Grievous.”
“OMG I did R2-D2.” Her mock enthusiasm was met with their actual excitement. “You nerds. I did a zombie.”
“Why is that so realistic?”
“Nobody in the history of pumpkin carving is as talented as me.”
“What about you, Y/N?” Peter asked.
“Banana peeling a man.”
“That's certainly… spooky.”
“On that note, I'm going to get ready. See you later.” MJ and Ned had been given rooms for the night, to get ready and to sleep off their potential hangovers.
Y/N and Peter carried a two pumpkins each to the party deck. Black and orange streamers hung on the walls with bats and pumpkins. Two tables were set up with drinks, as well as the bar being fully stocked. They noted a non-alchoholic sign being placed on one.
They grabbed a box of Halloween themed tinsel, planning to hang it above the bar.
“Let me do that.” A young man with a SHIELD emblem on his shirt stood beside a ladder.
“Thanks.” They passed it to him as he climbed. “Are you new?”
“Just got promoted. I'm on security for the night.” He balanced the box on the top wrung and pulled out the green and black plastic with little witches hats.
“Then congratulations-”
“Darren.”
A clattering drew their attention to Peter. He tripped on some LED light he was untangling.
“I thought spiders were good with knots?”
“Maybe tying them. Will you just help me?” They unwrapped the wires from his legs, joining him on the floor to untangle another string of lights.
The party deck - named because it was built so Tony would have an excuse to throw too many parties - was coming together nicely. It has nearly changed colour from how many decorations there were. The soft yellow lighting remained the same, making the tinsel sparkle.
As Y/N tried to appreciate the handiwork, there was a crash, followed by a groan. “Darren!”
The ladder was on top of him. Peter picked it up with ease, but he didn't move. He was clenching his eyes like it was suddenly too bright and Y/N noticed a smear of red on the floor. The few other people in the room rushed to help.
“I think we should go upstairs.” Peter rested a hand on their bicep. “They've got it handled here.” Two more people rushed in carrying a stretcher.
They settled for getting ready for the evenings festivities, and hoping Darren would be alright. It was a pretty stable looking ladder but– tthey didn't want to think about it.
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“Do you think tonight will be the night you ask Peter out?” Wanda fiddled with Y/N's hair, gossiping like an actual hairdresser.
“What?”
“Have a few drinks, loosen up and spill your not so secret secrets?” Natasha jumped in. “We were talking to Michelle-”
Suddenly over heating, Y/N hopped up and headed for the door. “I don't want to know about your plotting: I'm going to the party.”
The empty corridor gave them a momentary reprieve from the embarrassment, until Peter appread and grabbed their arms. The flustered feeling came racing back.
“Y/N I just saw a ghost.” lights flickered above them with uncanny timing.
Y/N smelt a hint of some expensive cologne, nearly overpowered by something fruity. “Was it a sheet ghost?”
“At first yes, but then it walked through a wall and the sheet fell to reveal nothing.”
“How much have you had to drink?” They took his arm and guided him back the way he came.
“Nothing, just punch.”
“Alcoholic or non-alchoholic?”
“I don't know.” Drunk Peter seemed more frightened by that than a ghost.
“Point out which one when we get to the party.” They pat the arm they held.
The party was in full swing as the got off the lift. As expected, there were a few ghost costumes, as well as skeletons and cats and whatever else is seen at Halloween. Y/N dragged Peter to the non-alchoholic table for the not spiked punch. The other bowl must have been strong if he was already seeing things. With all his spidey enhancements, it may even been Thor's ale.
“Have you seen my costume?” Vision floated through the crowd to them.
“Vision, were you wearing a sheet?” They poured a glass for themselves and Peter, not trusting him to not spill anything.
“Yes, how did you know?”
“There's your ghost, Peter.”
He pointed Vision in the direction of the abandoned sheet.
They finally found their friends in the sea of people. Y/N didn't even recognise a quarter of them, and how Tony managed to invite more each time was a mystery.
The four of them danced and messed about, ignoring the strangers around them. But, when the music turned slow, MJ and Ned scurried off after not so accidentally pushing them into each other.
As they were squeezed together by the crowd, Peter and Y/N embraced to sway together until there was room to do anything else. Fruit and cologne was beginning to fade into Peter's natural scent, acting as a comfort for the alcohol all around.
“Y/N,” He deliberately made eye contact “I've been meaning to say-” The lights went out.
Guests started murmuring amongst themselves. Phone torches flicked on through the crowd as the unmistakable voice of Tony Stark started shouting sorry for the inconvenience.
From behind them, in the direction the remembered the bar to be, something smashed. And then something else and someone screamed.
Everyone was pushing and shoving, trying to reach the exit. If they weren't clinging to each other, they would have surely been separated.
“Peter, we need to go before we're trampled!” Y/N tried to draw his attention in, but he couldn't quite focus on one particular sound. They linked fingers and squeezed his hand, feeling him squeezed back. The floor was sticky, they tried not to shine their torch down lest they saw the dark puddles.
The stairs were blocked with people. If there was anything dangerous still in the room, they would be like sitting ducks in that que. Security and other Avengers were dealing with it, so Y/N dragged him down an empty corridor.
They found themselves in a supply cupboard. The full shelves rattled as they bumped into them. There wasn't nearly enough space for two people to sit in there.
Peter's audible breathing slowed the longer they sat. The outside noises were becoming quieter too.
“Y/N,” He whispered, “Do you think there is a real ghost in the tower causing this?”
“Maybe,” They whispered back. “How do you think it got in?”
“Someone definitely brought in a cursed amulet.” With the light turned off, their eyes adjusted to the dark, but only revealed silhouettes of each other. “I don't want to die like this.”
“We're not going to be murdered by a ghost, Peter.”
“That's not what I meant.” He trailed off.
“What, you don't want to die a virgin or something?” They huffed, feeling the heat crawling back up their neck again.
“I've never even kissed anybody.” He looked away, despite not being able to see their face.
“Really? But you're so cute, who wouldn't want you?”
“Do you want me?”
“Yes.” They both leaning in, bumping noses twice before hitting the mark. Despite the chaos of the evening, they pulled back feeling giggly. “You taste like fruit.”
“So do you.”
Light blinded them as the door was yanked open. Darren loomed, with sickly skin and exposed wounds peaking through torn clothing.
“Oh my god he's dead, he's going to bite us!” Peter screached.
As Y/N jumped back, they bumped into a metal bucket. They reached in and threw whatever they felt at Darren, which happened to be a sponge. It hit him in the nose and he started laughing. “Wha-”
“You should see your faces!” Ned and MJ appeared behind him, as did the other Avengers.
“Give me the bucket, Y/N.”
They both through sponges at their audience, focusing on the ones with their phones out.
“Hey, at least we won't have to see you pining for each other any more.” The last sponge that hadn't dried properly at the bottom hit Tony in the forehead.
"Ugh." Wanda rolled her eyes, searching through the cupboard where she kept tinned food.
As she wasn't looking, Y/N pulled a black felt tip pen from their pocket, grabbed an orange from the fruit bowl, and drew a smiley face on it before putting it back.
Wanda put the tin on the counter, "What is that?"
"What? Oh you mean Christopher?"
She picked it up. "Nice to meet you, Christopher." With the knife lying on the chopping board, she sliced him in half.
"Oh, wow. He's dead now, you murdered him." The peered into the metal pot sat on the oven, "What are you making anyway?"
"Borscht."
"You don't even need oranges for that. That's was completely unprompted."
"He was looking at me funny." She peeled one half enough to release a segment and popped it in her mouth.
Regina was jolted from her sleep by the shifting of the mattress. She waved her hand over a candle she left on the bedside table, casting a soft glow over the room.
Beside her, Y/N was hunched over, covering his ears, and shaking.
"Another nightmare?" He flinched away at her touch on his shoulder. "Shh- no, no, don't panic, love. You're safe."
Tears staining his cheeks glistened in the light. "Regina?" He sniffed and wiped his nose.
"Yeah, baby boy, I'm right here." She only ever called him baby when he was especially distressed. Something about it -likely because only she would use it- would help ground him.
Most nightmares only resulted in waking covered in sweat, but now and then there was one that would shake him. A combination of beasts from the Enchanted Forest and the monsters he met in Storybrooke.
Finally Y/N calmed down enough for Regina to stroke his hair. "Baby, just relax. That's it, lay against me."
Too busy focussing on his breathing, almost everything she said just went in one ear and out the other. He just let her guide his head to her shoulder, responding by wrapping his arms around her waist. A kiss to his hairline and he was completely relaxed into her, practically melting.
Fully reclined on the excessive pile of pillows, their position was the opposite of how the night began.
Prompts: the lead up to Bucky and Y/N's first time (without any smut)
Pronouns: They/Them
Authors note: Not quite the request but I hope you still enjoy
"You two done the dirty yet?"
Y/N sighed, already planning to leave before the coversation started. "Not that it's any of your business, but no we haven't."
"Really? I heard he was quite the ladies man in his youth." Tony leant against one of the desks and folded his arms.
"That was a long time ago Tony." They stacked the files they came to get into their arms.
"I'm just saying, if I were him I wouldn't want to wait this long."
They didn't bother facing him to reply. "You tried to have sex with me the moment we met."
"I don't believe in wasting time." He shouted as they left the lab
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Tony always said the most annoying things, probably just trying to get under everyone's skin. But now and then, without meaning to, what he said had a deeper effect.
Y/N and Bucky had been together for a while now, almost five months. And sure, they kissed, went on dates, and shared a bed almost every night. But not once had they had sex, despite coming close a few times.
"What's with the sour look?" Wanda found Y/N at one of the towers many seating areas, looking out at the cityscape.
"Tony's an idiot."
"What's he done?"
"It's something I shouldn't even be worried about, and I know Bucky probably needs time, which is totally fine. But we haven't slept together."
"You're worried he's not attracted to you in that way?"
"A little, yeah. I'd never have sex again if it meant being with him..."
"You still want to though," Wanda sat on the arm of their chair. "Y/N, just talk to him. And be direct because guys like him don't get subtleties."
After months of mutual pining and dropping hints, Y/N learnt exactly how bad he was at recognising them. "Thanks Wanda."
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"Do you want to have sex with me?"
"Y/N!" Steve, who was sat opposite Bucky in the kitchen, nearly choked on his coffee. Partly from the fright of Y/N appearing behind him.
"Sorry Steve. Bucky?"
"Yes."
"Great, glad we cleared that up. Who's cooking tonight?"
"So is there a reason for this conversation or...?" Asked a confused Sam, who was next to Steve.
"I'm hungry."
"For more than just food apparently."
As Y/N left the kitchen, Bucky followed them all the way back to their room. "You can't go around talking like that: Steve's an old man, he might have a heart attack." He closed the door behind him.
"You're literally older than him." Y/N bounced as they plopped down on their bed.
"He doesn't have the experience I do." He joined them, only making the mattress shift slightly. "About earlier..."
"That was weird, right? I was talking to Tony-"
"Of course." He sighed.
"He said something that made me over think. Then Wanda gave me some advice that I might have under thought."
Bucky's eyes flit down to Y/N's fidgeting hands in their lap and places his own flesh one over them. "I do want to, I just don't want to push you and I-"
"It's okay of you're not ready. I'll wait as long as you need."
He didn't know how to respond, just grasped their chin and leaned in to kiss them. "You've been waiting since we met."
Their face flushed with heat. Up until this point he'd never outright mentioned the painfully obvious crush they had. "Bucky-"
He kissed them again, promptly shutting them up and gently laying down on the bed. Shivers ran up their spine as his cold metal had snuck under their shirt.
Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x reader, mentioned Stucky
Warnings: None
Requested by: No one
Prompts: Natasha isn't used to people doing nice things for the sake of it (inspired by a new girl episode I can't remember
Pronouns: They/Them
Authors note: Just a little thing while a rearrange my blog a bit
"Here." A takeaway cup was suddenly floating in front of Natasha. She was sat in the kitchen, just trying to read her next mission's file in peace when Y/N appeared. Although it wasn't a completely unwelcome interruption.
"What's this?"
"A milkshake."
"Why?" She didn't need to taste it to know it was her favourite.
"I saw it and thought you would like it. Enjoy." They left the room.
Nat could only remember telling them she liked it once and wasn't sure if she even mentioned the shop. But here it was. She hoped Y/N didn't go out of their way to get it, but know they probably did.
"What's up, bug?" Bucky walked in.
"Y/N bought me a milkshake."
"So?" He started riffling through the cupboards, looking for some post run snack if the smell of BO was anything to go by.
"So," She let go of her files, "what does it mean?"
"Why does it have to mean anything? Steve buys me stuff all the time."
"Steve's also in love with you." She pointed out.
He scoffed, "Maybe you should think about that for a while."
Condensation was dripping down the plastic by the time she took a sip. Bucky was long gone, having found what he came for.
Y/N always did thoughtful things for Nat, like hiding the last pop tart from Thor or choosing the new film she wanted to watch when it was their turn on the bimonthly team movie night. She always thought this was just who they were, but she never noticed this with the others.
After spending too much time pondering Y/N's actions, Natasha practically ran around the entire tower until she found them heading for the stairs. "What do you want from me?"
"I don't want anything." They kept walking, until Nat jumped in their way.
"Then why did you get me a milkshake?"
They shrugged, "I was trying to be nice, but if you didn't like it I won't do it again."
She grabbed their wrist to stop them moving around her. "You must want something." She said, a little too harshly.
"I want you to like me!"
Nat just stilled, not quite sure what to say.
"Because I... I really like you." A smile -somewhat relieved but also excited- began to creep across their features, "I'm actually a little bit in love with you."
Natasha kepts staring, her mouth slightly agape. It was like her brain stalled. Every second that past made Y/N's smile fade more. They nodded to themself, having come to a decision she didn't know, and walked away.
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It would have been better if Natasha had said something, anything. Even if she had laughed in their face, at least Y/N would know where they stood. Instead they spent their day not quite present, wondering if she was still frozen in that corridor. Having accomplished nothing, they decided to just watch some mindless sitcom in the communal lounge and just off for a while.
"I got you something." A voice behind the sofa snapped Y/N out of their daze. Natasha was stood behind them with a white box.
"Cheesecake?"
"Chocolate cheesecake."
"What's the occasion?"
She shrugged bashfully. "I want you to know I do like you."
They swisted their body around on the sofa, "Why didn't you say something then? Anything would have been better."
"I froze: I felt vulnerable." Nat placed the box on the side table, pulled up a foot stall and sat in front of Y/N. "No one has ever been nice to me for the sake of being nice. They always want something, usually something not so pleasant."
"Nat, I lied to you." Y/N took her hands. "I said I was a little bit in love with you, but I'm not. I'm a big bit in love with you. Head over heals really."
She laughed, "Wanna head to my room and eat this in bed?"
"We better hurry or we'll have to share this with the others." They took a detour through the kitchen for cutlery and escaped to Nat's room.
Authors Note: I wrote this with Ruby Sunday x reader in mind but oh well
Y/N was born with the ability to see past the edges of any photo. A panoramic view faded into their peripherals, revealing strangers or pretty flowers. The moment they stopped focusing on the image, it all disappeared.
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A new art gallery opened in town. It wasn't a big one, put together in an old Georgian house with a few oil paintings and statues that were found in the basement. Upstairs had been converted into a cafe. Most of the guests had retreated up there an hour after opening, leaving Y/N to tour in peace.
Staring at a woodland landscape, they found their abilities extended to the artwork. A dirt path trailed deeper through the trees, only slightly obscured by a young black man in shockingly modern clothing. He was pointing to his right.
They tried to look where he was pointing, but only saw the next painting.
A young woman sat on a bench with a little dog on her lap. Far behind her was an equally pale blonde woman wearing a dress that was (at the earliest) from the sixties.
Now, Y/N wasn't an expert on categorizing artworks, but it was clear from the cracked paint that these pieces were incredibly old. Too old for either of those people to be seen in professional work looking like that. And why were they both pointing in the same direction? These pictures were in no way related.
In fact, only a few paintings shared the same artist, but every single on had had these two people pointing. On the opposite wall they pointed to their left instead. It was as if they were leading Y/N somewhere.
Through two more rooms and one very long corridor, the people came together, pointing at a door saying staff only. No body was around, and the house was easy enough to get lost in (An excuse they would use if they were caught), so they stepped through.
A cobweb caught in their hair. They violently shook it out, not noticing a dim bulb turn on at the bottom of an old staircase.
"It's about time you showed up, do you know how dusty it is in here? I am absolutely covered in it." The man from the paintings. "That's not important now, we don't have a second to loose. Come on." He pulled them down the stairs.
"Hold on a minute," They yanked their wrist away from him. "Who are you, and how were you in- beside those paintings? Where is your friend? Are you a time traveller or something?"
"Bingo! A hole in one, right on the money. I'm the Doctor and we need to go."
"No, not until you explain." They folded their arms so he couldn't grab them again.
"I need your help to find my friend because you're the only one that can see more than just paintings."
"How do you... I didn't tell anybody-"
"You will."
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The inside of the Doctor's ship, the TARDIS, was quite the sight to behold. Y/N wondered if they had shrunk down to fit inside. The Doctor seemed to consider this for a moment before shaking his head and rushing around a console. The entire room shook and groaned as he flipped switches. Y/N just barely grabbed the railing before being catapulted over them. They barely heard him announce their arrival as the shaking stopped with a wheeze.
They stepped out into a cold, vast room, made almost entirely out of marble.
"What do you see?"
The two of them stood before a painting. There was an old twisted tree, barren of leaves, with branches reaching in all directions. It was held in a gold-detailed frame with a little sign reading 'do not touch' below it. Fields of green stretched far beyond the wood, encircling Y/N as if they were there.
"A tree."
"What don't I see."
They glanced as far left as they could. Way back by the edge of a forest stood the blonde woman, bent over a fluffy creature. "Your friend stroking a dog."
"Is there anything odd? Anything at all: a strange plant or a cow in disguise?"
"It looks like that alien dog from Star Trek." The Doctor ran back into the TARDIS. "Where are you going?" They followed behind shortly.
After struggling to keep up through the winding corridors, they finally ran into a storage room. The Doctor flung trinkets and gadgets all over the room, nearly hitting Y/N multiple times. "Is this the dog?" He held open an old, leather-bound book.
"Yes."
Book in hand, he ran back to the console room.
For the second time in twenty minutes, Y/N was almost sent flying over the railing as the ship took off. At least they were somewhat prepared this time.
As she whirred to a stop, Y/N rushed to the doors and spread their arms to create a barricade. "I'm not letting you leave until you tell me what is going on."
"My friend -Ruby- fell through that painting. Any questions?"
After the day they've had, a portal painting was probably the least weird thing they could've imagined. They stepped away from the door.
The Doctor -before Y/N could even glance outside- was already smiling smugly, excited to watch them experience their first alien planet.
At first it still looked to be Earth. A path trodden by wildlife lead them through the trees into a clearing of green. What Y/N had first thought to be a dark forest was actually purple. Hundreds upon thousands of purple shamrock-like plants were woven together to form towering trees. The old, twisted tree from the painting was simply without it's leaves.
"Doctor." Y/N nudged him and pointed to the tree. His friend was sat beneath with the alien dog in her lap.
"Ruby!" His shout startled both Ruby and the dog from a nap in the sun.
The two of them rushed into each other's arms, giggling with happiness. The dog barked happily then trotted up to Y/N for a tummy scratch.
