#clean fic

[idontexistrightnow]

I want one where it’s like you two just returned from a mission and Bucky tries to heals your wounds bc ur clumsy af and also got beat up pretty good during the battle (also side note: not the biggest fan of smut so could u not include any?)

Something calm for today ok ok. Excited to write this!

BUCKY X INJURED F!READER

NOT NSFW: only brief mention of kissing/cuddling/hugging/blood/established relationship/injury

NON DESCRIPTIVE FEMALE READER

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"Ouch! That hurts Buck!" You winced as he pressed the cold towel on your injuries.

"Well hold still!" He was trying his best to be calm and understanding but you moving was making this ten times harder.

"Well it stings!" You tried again, trying to pull away. Bucky held your arm still, you weren't going anywhere.

"The whole fight you were good and you got injured on some straggler? Still can't believe it baby." He found this all so amusing.

The entire mission without a single scratch only to be beat up last minute. You hadn't seen the straggler, you had even started teasing Buck that maybe your clumsiness had gone away. Then boom, you fell down some stairs right in front of this big guy. He had grabbed you from the back of your harness and threw you against the wall. By some miracle Bucky hadn't been too far behind. Although you hated to count on him during missions, you were definitely lucky this time.

"Stupid idiot guy, just when I thought I was safe! Safe from being such a klutz, noooo, I had to go fuck it up!" You pouted as you rubbed your eyes with your free hand.

"It's ok babe, you'll get them next time." He gave you a thumbs up as he placed a bandage around your arm.

"So funny." You shook your arm once he had finished, trying to make sure you hadn't broken it. Even though Bucky had let you know your arm would be fine, you still had to make sure.

"Alright now your leg, this one actually looks pretty bad." He lifted your right leg, tearing away the fabric that wrapped it. You hadn't realized how bad you had screwed up your leg till now. A huge cut ran up the front of your right leg, not deep enough for stitches but it would definitely leave a scar. Through all the adrenaline you hadn't even registered the pain.

"Holy shit- where did that come from?" You couldn't look away at this point, trying to register where the cut had come from.

"Probably when you fell down the stairs, might've even been the reason he was able to catch you off guard. Geez doll, you really gotta be careful yknow?" Bucky's face was more concerned now. He was shaking his head as he held your leg.

"This is gonna sting," you heard him whisper as he poured sanitizing alcohol on the wound. You threw your body back on the table he had you on, wincing as you covered your mouth from screaming.

"I know, I know baby, just hold still." You peered down to see his face, it was zoned in on your wound. He was cleaning it now with a rag. You squirmed as the sting echoed in your body.

"Shit shit shit, Buck please hurry the hell up." You wanted this to be over as soon as possible.

Bucky nodded his head as he tried to clean quicker, you knew he wanted to make sure he did it right. It didn't take away from the fact that you could feel the pain all the way up to your head.

He finished cleaning the wound as you sat back up. You could see the cut clearly now. It was almost a scrape of sorts, but you had definitely teared through the skin. Thankfully you didn't need stitches, that would've been so much worse.

"Ok doll, you're all good, just let the wound air out and I'll apply some healing cream." Bucky was eyeing you now, making sure you were better. His face was concerned but loving. He stood up to take you in his arms, carrying you over to the couch. He kissed your forehead as he stood to get you some snacks.

You started to undress, removing the mission clothes you had come in with. Once Bucky returned he had your more comfy clothes, and some of your favorite snacks. He applied the healing cream as gently as he could.

"Come here baby," he took you in his arms again after you had changed. Bucky held you close, making sure you were comfortable.

You finally started to rest after taking some pills for your pain, allowing yourself to lay your body on Buck. He held you even closer, making sure to ask if you were ok until he heard your soft snores...

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HOPE YOU LIKED IT! NO SMUT AS YOU REQUESTED!! I had a lot of fun writing this!

WORKING ON REQUESTS NOW! REQUESTS OPEN!

[zzenf1cs]

𝐄𝐩𝐢𝐜!𝐓𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐮𝐬 𝐱 𝐀𝐧𝐱𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

If we have each other then it’s not that bad

⋆˚࿔ One shot, Hurt/comfort, Early relationship (romantic)

⋆˚࿔ Fem!reader, Reader is daughter of Polities, And it’s a couple months before Ody is back

⋆˚࿔ Description of anxiety, description of character death

⋆˚࿔ Written in second person

⋆˚࿔ Ao3

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“They’ve been gone for what? 19 years now? 20?” A man scoffs, walking through the bustling town of Ithaca “About time the Queen does pick a suitor, eh?” The first man strikes a chuckle “It’s not like any of those men are coming back,” he rolls his eyes “Let’s face it, They’re all dead.”

You gulp after overhearing the conversation, quickly gathering what you need from the outdoor shops and heading back to the Palace. You walk back— “They’re all dead.” It echoed in your head dreadfully. Lost in thought, you run into Telemachus, holding scrolls in his arms. He looked like he was in a rush, “Hey Y/N! I was looking for you all over and I—“ He looks at you for another second, “What’s wrong?” You knew he could read you like a book, but he looked busy right now. “Oh, Telemachus—! I’m just— tired. I’m sorry, babe” You quickly spat and nodded as you helped gather a paper he’d dropped. Telemachus sucks his teeth, he shouldn’t push her. “Well— okay. Let me know if you need anything, anything at all!” He plants a soft kiss on your forehead and strides off again. You head in the opposite direction, after setting down the basket of groceries, walking to your room in the Palace.

As you sit on the bed, the realization hits you once again like a truck— You might never see your father, and everyone’s accepted that. The townspeople, suitors in the palace, your aunts— Gods, your mother! You rock softly, as hot tears roll down your face. “They’re all dead.” They’re all— dead. You’re just stuck with stories, Empty words— and… Well, It’s not like you knew him… But it still hurt. You sniffle and sob, curling up on the bed. Your thoughts swirled, and everything felt blurry and loud, you rocked softly, rubbing your eyes and that’s when— Click!

“Y/N, Are —“ Telemachus looked at your tear-stained face and red eyes, your panic was thick in the air. He rushes over to your side, keeping a bit of a distance. “C—Can I touch you?” You nod softly and his arms wrap around you from the side, gently rubbing your back. “Can you explain to me what happened?”

You sniffled and inhaled shakily, get— a word out! J—just talk to him! As much as you tried it felt like you would choke on the words, barely able to muster anything out. “Hey, hey… You don’t have to talk. I’m here, it’s okay” He reassures you, seeing you upset and sad is something he hates, but he understands how difficult it can be to handle emotions when overwhelmed. “I’ll be here.. Whenever you’re ready” He rubs your back softly, not minding the stain of your tears on his tunic. After a bit of time, his comfort helped calm you down. He turns you softly, sure to be gentle, You face him, eyes still watery, and your body trembles softly. Your boyfriend grabs your hands, shushing you comfortingly while thinking of.. what to say.

He remembers when he’d be upset after not being able to fight, or when he couldn’t write letters facing the right direction— His mom, Queen Penelope, would do an exercise with him. Maybe it could help Y/N, “Can we try something?” You look towards him intrigued, nodding softly “I—If you’re ready to talk. Can you tell me um— five things you can see?” You sniffled and looked at him puzzled “T—this is stupid,” you let out “Just try? For me, okay?” You sigh and look around, things aren’t as blurred now, “T—there’s a vase,” He nods towards you “Mhm, keep going!” He squeezes your hand reassuringly, “You, I can see you, the—window? A— um..the bed and the closet.” He smiles softly “Yeah, that’s good! Now what about four things you can… feel?” Your breathing has calmed now, and just Telemachus’ presence made you feel a bit better, “The... bedsheets, your hands, m-my clothes?” You sniffle again and then turn back to him “I-that’s all..” While it wasn’t four, Telemachus was content anyway, you seemed more calm and relaxed, which is all that mattered right now “Three things you can hear?” “Your voice—“ You fidget softly, trying to focus on listening to something “Wind… and footsteps.” You nod.

“Only a few more okay, love?” Telemachus holds your face softly, he can tell something is still in your eyes, there’s a cloudiness of thoughts and heavy emotions, “Now, two things you can smell?” he strokes your cheek softly, gentle words. You inhale “Fresh.. sheets and— the ocean.” You exhale. Telemachus’ expression remained calm.

His voice drops softly and he leans closer “And now, one thing you can taste..?” He leans closer, inches away from your lips, and with a playful smirk, he leans— And you swipe backward, dodging the kiss. “I—Um! A—Apples!” You exclaim, flushed a violet red “From lunch.” He purses his lips, mocking annoyance. “Don’t pout,” You say innocently. Telemachus scoffs and plops down backwards on the bed, holding your hands still, so you go down with him. His hand returns to your cheek softly, “Wanna talk now?” You nod slowly and sigh “I was thinking of the crew. Our father’s I mean. What if—“ They words can’t even flow out from between your lips now “They’re all dead” You shake the thought softly and inhale “I just— It’s hard to… Not have a dad.” He sighs in return, a feeling he also knew too well.

Telemachus nods in understanding. “Y/N, they’re comi—“ You turn to him quickly, “How do you know they’ll be back?!” You exclaim with a short gasp. Telemachus looks at you with a wavering expression, for his playful demeanor turned serious, “I—“ The man was speechless- “I don’t.” Not very reassuring. “We don’t know. If there’ll come a day we’ll see them. We…We just don’t.” He squeezes your hand once more, “All we can do is hope, pray.. and.. in the end” He lifts your chin, looking you directly in the eyes, “In the end— all we have is each other. I’ll be here, always. I’ll never leave you, I swear by it, Y/N.”

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Descriptions are based on my own experience with anxiety and going non-verbal<33 Also— sorry this was a bit rushed! Been in art and writing block for a good while now, so I’m grateful I get even this out lmao 🦋🤍

Have an amazing day~

Req are open <33

[wetassdrarry]

Drarry + Non-explicit Intimacy

in which there might be kissing, but no other sex acts are described

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[erinmccomics]

“Oh we DEAD dead.”

...so I’m back with another longer Leon x Ada themed fanfic but there are MONSTERS in this one (again). It’s set a little bit after Vendetta, with Leon and the BSAA working with Ada to look for evidence in a possible B.O.W. lab.

Link in the notes/reblogs!

[zzenf1cs]

𝐍𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐱 𝐖𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐱 𝐋𝐢𝐧𝐋𝐢𝐧𝐠

⋆˚࿔ Sooo I’m using an AU where LinLing ends up working as Nice’s backup manager, or even an intern for Ms. J, if you will.

⋆˚࿔ Throuple hc sheet below the cut~

^My headcanons :3

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⋆˚࿔ No idea what to call their throuple name. I was thinking Wriceling? It sounds so silly to say though.

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𝐡𝐜𝐬

⋆˚࿔ Headcanons are placed in the timeline like: Starting, Established, and then I will be sticking to the canon that Nice commits suicide, and there might be a part two or drabble about Wreck and LL after that.

Gen

- Wreck and Nice were initially in a relationship, with LinLing coming later

- I would imagine they’re not completely educated, or even aware of throuple or polyam dynamics, they’re kinda just like “Boyfriends? Okay.”

- They’re all over-thinkers.. mostly LinLing. But it’s internal.

- I could see Wreck having a bit of hidden jealously in the beginning, especially when he didn’t know LL as well

- They are all extremely good at filling the parts of their relationship, and by that I mean when Wreck is at like 20% Nice and LL will be there to fill those spaces.

- I would assume Moon has little to no care about their relationship altogether, wouldn’t go out of her way to complain nor speak about it. She has no feelings for Nice. She’s aware he won’t have feelings for her. Moon just wants out lol.

- LL and Wreck are okay with Nice and Moon’s fake public relationship, though Wreck is slightly more bitter about it.

- Wreck more especially is always trying to get Nice to loosen up and enjoy himself a bit. He eventually will, but often times he’s glued to work and stressing like a lot a lot

- Their dynamic is very fluid. It’s hard to think about this in the canon, honestly. Due to the fact Wreck and Nice are enemies, and LL is almost practically a nobody.

- Honestly I’ve been ignoring how they would hide their relationship. I feel think overall they wouldn’t have such a hard time doing so. Wreck and Nice can just turn it into a fight if they’re ever caught, and LL will just be a bystander. In the privacy of the tower, I think as long as it’s not affecting work too much, Ms. J would eventually give up.

- ^In the beginning Ms. J was very adamant on separating them.

𝐚𝐛𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 (𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐮𝐚𝐥)

- Cooking skills?

Nice: Yeah! Pretty good! Probably makes dinner occasionally, and he’s not very fond of fast food regularly.

LinLing: Probably not. He thinks he can though- so try to hype him up!!

Wreck: Most likely can’t and knows it. He’ll be fine eating anything though.

- One time, LL cooked dinner for them. It turned out horrible but both Wreck and Nice were too scared to say so. Because he would be pretty sad. So both of them were just like: 😃👍

- Both LinLing and Wreck might get annoyed every once in a while about Nice’s diet. Which I think would be extremely balanced with nutrition, protein, veggies, all that stuff. This guy will not go out to eat XFC with them.

- Hobbies?

Nice: He won’t do anything that isn’t directly beneficial to his career or public reputation very often. Like little to nothing. He trains, practices ballet, and I definitely see him studying something like business or analyzing statistics. That’s his fun.

LinLing: I can think he’s being a fan of video games! RPG and FPS games, he loves to customize his character. (often doing so to make it stray quite far away from his actual looks, but will still refer to it as him— “but cooler!!”) As well as video editing and stuff he’d do for work. Also hc that he’d be the person in the gc to make stupid memes with graphic templates.

Wreck: I could also see Wreck being a big fan of video games, but more nostalgic ones and less pewpew.. He would probably try to get all three of them to compete in Mario Kart or Street Fighter.

- ^Nice secretly also enjoys video games, and also secretly gets slightly competitive. But he quickly catches himself if he’s having too much fun. bro ;-;

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Ty oomf for encouraging be to write this 🙏 (@skylessstatic)

I feel like I was like winging half of these. It’s an interesting dynamic to write about honestly— I’ve never written for rarepairs

^I don’t say repair because this is an uncommon ship, I just mean Wreck, Nice, and LL have never actually interacted so it makes me think lmao

I was thinking about writing a little sheet about how I write each of the TBHX characters. Like grasping their personalities and all that. So— a headcanon sheet with more in depth information.

Zen off~ 🦋🤍