Author:somemaycallmesunshine Pairing: Matt Cohen x Reader Reader Gender:Female Word Count:2k Warnings: fluff (is that a warning?), swearing, reader has self-confidence issues, mentions of anxiety/depression
A/N: Hi, everyone! Sorry this took so long. I first want to thank everyone who liked or followed this story and for everyone who still is reading it despite my absence. It means so much to me. I hope you enjoy this next chapter! (Internal thoughts are in italics)
Summary: You had long dreamt of meeting your hero Matt Cohen and thanking him for changing your life. But now with SPNCon rolling around, you finally get your chance, and it’s more than you could have ever imagined.
You checked yourself in the mirror for the umpteenth time. You didn’t have anything to wear for a day out with your hero so you asked your friend Cecelia, who, just like friends do, let you borrow a cute sundress she brought. But not without the price of grilling you on the details.
“Come on! At least show me a picture of your mystery date!” She pouted.
“It’s not a date, Cece.” You insisted.
She snorted, “Yeah right. What kind of guy asks you on a whim to eat lunch with him alone and tells you how special you are? Not to mention he just met you. Face it, Y/N. He totally asked you out.” She sighed as she flopped onto the hotel bed. “God, why don’t these kinds of things happen to me?”
You hesitated for a moment, fiddling with your hands. “Cece, what if it’s not all it’s cracked up to be?” You asked, your voice low and hands shaking. “What if this is just a game? What if he’s just using me?”
Cecilia frowned, “You know he’s not.” But your unconvinced expression told her otherwise. “Y/N, you’ve gotta be a little more hopeful about this. This is someone new, this mysterious and probably hot and handsome stranger asking you out on a friggin’ date for god sakes! It’s like a dream!”
“And what if that’s all this’ll be? Just some stupid dream that ends up being a complete nightmare?”
“I don’t think that’ll happen.” She replied. “Not everyone is like Barron, you know.”
You sucked in a deep breath, knowing that what she said was true but the doubt still lingered in your mind. You weren’t one for fairy tales and happy endings. They just didn’t happen to you. And you weren’t going to start believing in them now just because some gorgeous guy supposedly asked you out.
You turned away from the mirror to face her, changing the subject. “How do I look?” Truthfully, whatever your friend said, you felt a little strange. You never dressed up for anything really and it was one the first times in your life you ever put that much effort into make up and hair. Your reflection almost made it seem like you were a completely different person.
Cece gave you a wink, “Rawr.” She made a sound similar to a purring cat. “Trust me. He won’t be able to resist.” You grabbed a nearby pillow and threw it into her face.
“Hey! What the hell?”
“You’re crazy.” You snorted.
She smirked and kicked at your heels, “Yeah but you love it. Now get going or you’re gonna be late for Prince Charming!”
Matt fiddled with his collared shirt and tried combing his unruly hair once more before turning back to his friends, Richard and Rob. “There. How do I look?”
“Like a friggin’ archangel.” Richard snickered and pinched Matt’s cheeks. Matt swatted his hand away and Richard’s snickers turned into full on guffaws.
Rob shook his head, “I still say it’s a little weird. You met her yesterday, right?” Matt nodded his head and he continued, “So what – do you like her or something? I mean, it’s not like you to wanna just pick girls up on a whim.”
“Um no. Girls wanna pick him up. I mean, have you seen the ass on this guy? He’s fucking blessed.” Rich snorted.
Matt rolled his eyes and ignored his friend. “It’s hard to explain. It was… It was a feeling, you know?” He paused for a moment, biting his lip to help collect his thoughts but they all traced back to your smiling face. “It was like God was opening this door of opportunity and I had to take it – seriously, you’re a fucking perv, Rich.” He scoffed as he watched his friend collapse in tears.
“Face it. You walked right into that one though, dude.” Rob smirked.
Sometimes Matt wondered why he was best friends with those psychos but he couldn’t help but love them. He sighed and glanced at his watch and his eyes widened, “Shit! I’m gonna be late!”
As he bolted out the door, he heard Richard holler, “Use protection, Matty!” And he flipped him off.
You couldn’t stop the thrumming in your heart as you waited in the lobby. You tapped your toes on the ground and checked your phone to try to calm yourself down but it still didn’t seem real. Matt had asked you to lunch and half of you thought it was a dream you were more than excited to experience and the other half thought it was too good to be true.
Maybe I was just dreaming it all up. You thought as your heart sank but just as it had, it lifted and raced as you spotted the all too familiar face enter the lobby.
Several heads turned as they saw him and some folks who had gone to the convention gasped and squealed upon seeing him but once he spotted you, yours was the only face he saw. He dashed to you, bypassing the spectators nearby and that was when you realized you hadn’t dreamt it at all. It was a reality and you were about to live it and you didn’t know whether you were bursting from excitement or trembling from that nagging fear that you would mess it up.
“Y/N, hey. Sorry for being late.” Matt remarked, giving you a quick hug. “Rich and Rob kept me but hopefully you didn’t wait too long.”
You shook your head, “No I didn’t.”
Matt’s nervous expression turned to one of relief as he sighed with a grin, “That’s good. I would’ve hated it if I worried you.”
“Truthfully I’m surprised you remembered.” You admitted.
His eyes grew wide before he frowned, “And forget about you and our special day together? Keep dreaming, Y/N.” He paused for a moment before continuing. “Speaking of that, I made us a reservation in an hour so shall we go, m'lady?” He drawled in a fake British accent, holding his arm out.
You hooked your arm in his and nodded. He squeezed your arm against his as you both headed for the parking lot.
You were dreaming. You had to be. There was just no other explanation as to why Matt not only asked you to have lunch with him but followed through with his plans and took you to the quaintest restaurant you’d ever seen. It was like a little slice of Italy with pictures of olive groves and Tuscan villas decorating the walls and the sweet smell of garlic and tomatoes wafting through the air. They had the sweetest staff and you both wound up in a corner booth a ways away from the other customers.
“Any friend of Rob’s is a friend of ours.” The owner, a tiny Italian woman who looked like a grandma grinned at you as she took your orders.
“I’ll have the special.” Matt remarked before turning to you, “What would you like, sweetheart?”
You blushed at the nickname but Matt didn’t seem to notice the effect he had on you. Nevertheless, the waitress was awaiting the response and you didn’t want to keep her waiting. You glanced at the menu, hiding behind its pages before ordering the same thing and the woman left you both alone.
“I don’t think I said this yet but you look beautiful.” Matt grinned.
You almost thought it was his goal that day to make you blush constantly. You fiddled with your sleeves as heat rose into your cheeks, “You’re just saying that –”
“Trust me. I’m not. You really do look great today, Y/N.”
You ducked your head, feeling even warmer, “Thanks. You – you look great today too –not that you don’t look great everyday! Im sure you look amazing everyday – oh God, I’m digging myself in a hole aren’t I?”
Matt chuckled, amused. “I’m glad you think so, sweetheart.” He winked.
You were pretty sure your face was now officially on fire so you hid your face behind your hands. “I just need to shut up. I’m such an idiot.”
“Hey, no, Y/N.” Matt frowned, “Look at me.”
You shook you head and he sighed. “Y/N, please.” His voice grew serious and you peeked behind your hands for the briefest moment before relenting and letting them drop. Then you lifted your gaze and met his green orbs as he replied, “Thank you.”
You nodded, feeling your throat run dry as he continued. “You’re not an idiot, okay? I know we don’t know each other much but trust me when I say you aren’t. And for the record, I didn’t mind the rambling. I thought it was adorable.”
You flinched, reliving the words that made you feel humiliated. “Sorry about that…”
“You don’t have to apologize, you know, for anything. You didn’t do anything wrong.”
“But –”
He put his hand out and placed it over yours which easily shut you up. “Y/N, it’s okay. You have nothing to apologize for. Alright?”
Your throat seemed to swell and your eyes sting from the unshed tears that always seemed to appear at the drop of a hat. But Matt didn’t seem to mind. He tilted your chin up, allowing you to gaze once more at his handsome face. His eyes searched yours, awaiting a response so you nodded your head.
He beamed and his whole face lit up. “Well alright.”
Before you could say anything, the waitress returned, bringing over your plates of food. Upon seeing you both, she rushed with placing the plates in front of you before disappearing with a knowing wink. And just like that, you were blushing all over again.
“Man, Rob wasn’t kidding when he said this place was good.” Matt sighed, patting his belly as the both of you walked out of the restaurant.
You nodded, “I don’t think I can even eat dinner.”
“Tell me about it. I’m not even sure I could eat breakfast tomorrow, but do you know what sounds pretty good right now?” He asked and you shook your head. “A nice, cold pint. I could go for a pale ale or something to cool down after all that chow.”
You gestured in front of you. “I saw a bar a few blocks down if you wanna check it out.”
Matt’s eyes sparkled as he turned to you, “Only if you check it out with me.”
You wrinkled your nose in displeasure, “Okay, but… I’m not much of a beer person.”
“You’re kidding.” He deadpanned.
“It tastes like piss.”
He snorted, “Only if you haven’t tried the good stuff.” You didn’t look convinced and he smirked, “That’s fine. I’m up for the challenge. I’ll school you on good beer and in return, I’d like you to do something for me.”
“What’s that?”
“I want you to stop speaking so negatively about yourself.” He replied and though you opened your mouth to object, he continued. “I know it’s hard and I know you don’t want to do it, but it would make me really happy if you stopped criticizing yourself when you’re a strong and beautiful woman. Okay? So can you do it? Please? For me?” He batted his lashes at you and you turned to mush.
You bit your lip, wishing you could not only refuse him but stop yourself from turning scarlet again but it was as though your mouth betrayed your mind. “So you really think I’m strong?”
He nodded, “And beautiful.”
“… Fine.”
Matt grinned and his eyes twinkled with glee. “Perfect! And for every negative comment you say about yourself, you gotta find five things you like about yourself.”
Your eyes widened, “Hey! Wait a minute! I didn’t sign up for that!” You hollered but he was already bounding ahead of you, skipping like a child.
“You’re not gonna regret this! I promise.” He called out as you chased him into the bar.
Some people have been asking if there’ll be a part two of Trespassing. To answer your questions, I’m not sure yet. When I first planned it out, I had no intentions to write any more for it. I also didn’t expect it to be so well liked. This isn’t to say that I absolutely won’t write another part anytime. It just means that, for the time being, I have no idea where I’d go with the narrative if I were to continue with it. If any of you have some ideas you want to share, shoot me a message.
Anyway, hope you enjoy this ball of feels. Have a good day! <3
Poe ducked behind a small cottage, making sure to steer clear of the flames engulfing it. He glanced around the left side but quickly retreated again as blaster fire shot near his head.
He waited for the barrage to slow before he made a break for the sand dune up ahead. If he could just get below it, he’d get a better place for shooting back. The First Order had taken control of most the village and burned it to the ground, killing the innocent citizens in their way.
“Dameron, get back to the ship! We need to leave, now! We got what we came for!” Snap shouted into his comm. For once, Poe listened, changing his plan to try and escape instead of fight back.
“On my way.”
He sprinted up and over the dune, stopping just as he got to the bottom, taking relief in the momentary cover from blaster fire. He ran a hand through his hair, inhaling deeply to catch his breath. He took one step forward, hand gripping his trusty weapon before he was tackled to the ground by an unknown body.
Poe wrestled with the stranger to get free, only to end up pinned to the ground by his wrists, a blaster pressed to the side of his skull.
“You move a muscle and I’ll blow your brains out,” a voice growled in his ear. He waited for them to lean back so he could see their face, although he already knew who it was.
“(Y/N), what are you doing,” he asked. Her grip faltered for a moment.
“I’m helping the winning team, what are you doing, Dameron? Fighting for a rebellion that’s on the wrong side of history?” She snapped, shifting her weight so she was straddling him with her legs and holding his hands with one of her own, the other pressing the blaster to his head.
“What lies are they feeding you (N/N)?” Poe asked, incredulously. “Can you really believe that the First Order is right? You really think the rebellion isn’t justified?”
(Y/N) was quiet for a moment, eyes hard with concentration. Poe opened his mouth to speak again but she cut him off.
“The rebellion abandoned me, Poe,” she stated, voice cold and unfeeling. “They left me to die without any remorse.”
Poe tried again to interject but was stopped.
“Believe me, I’m aware that I’ve sunk pretty low, but whatever you’re going to get, you deserve,” she snarled. Poe had never seen her so angry before.
“(Y/N), stop this. This isn’t who you-”
“Quiet! I’m the bad guy here, that’s fine. It isn’t my fault that the resistance took away everything I had and then left me in the dust. The First Order will bring justice, at last, to the galaxy, don’t you understand?” (Y/N) was shaking by then, hand gripping the weapon tighter so she wouldn’t drop it. The sounds of blaster fire in the background lessened, hinting that the village being attacked had lost the battle. The First Order had succeeded in extinguishing another spark of the rebellion.
“Sweetheart, please listen. You’ve been brainwashed. This isn’t you. I can take you home, we can help you-”
“It’s time to step up or step down, and there’s only one answer for me, Dameron. I’m standing up and fighting back because I know I’m right. And I’m ready as I’ll ever be. I’ll do what I have to.” By the end of her statement, her voice was cracking and tears were filling her eyes. She seemed as if she was trying to convince herself as well as him with her words.
It hit Poe that she was remembering who she used to be. That she didn’t want to do the things she was forced to. The First Order had taken over her mind to create an emotionless soldier and she was trying to break free. He didn’t seem to sense that it could be a trap, so he trusted it.
“Baby,” Poe muttered softly. Her hand stopped pinning his, allowing him to reach up and brush a strand of her hair out of her face. She let her blaster fall to the ground as she collapsed onto his chest. He wrapped his arms around her, letting her cry into him. “Come back to me, sweetheart.”
“I want to go home,” she whispered, fingers tangled in his hair.
She leaned back, wiping the tears that had made their way down her cheeks. He got out from under her, sitting on the ground by her instead.
“Black Leader, where are you?” Snap’s voice asked through the comms again. Poe ignored it.
In a moment without thought, he leaned down and pressed his lips against hers, relishing in the feeling of her being so close again. She wrapped an arm around him, pulling him closer.
Before he could notice, she reached to the ground, grabbing her blaster again. She kissed him harder, not really wanting to do what she was planning, but knowing she had to. Pulling back quickly, she brought the butt of the blaster to the side of his head with a loud thud. He fell to the ground, unconscious, ready to be taken to the main ship.
“I told you I was ready to do what had to be done,” she mumbled, wiping the back of her hand across her lips as a few stormtroopers walked over the dune to retrieve him. Kylo wanted to meet with him
*Do Not Read if you are Triggered by any of the following Warnings
Warnings:cursing, funerals, using people for profit, unprotected sex/wrap it up kiddos, intentional poisoning, slow death by blood letting, buried alive, rough oral sex, gun/knife play, blood play, necrophilia
A/N:Set Season 6 between Clap Your Hands If You Believe & ..And Then There We’re None
Summary:You and Jensen get hot and heavy (and loud!) in your hotel room.
Pairing:Jensen Ackles x Reader
Bingo Square: Quote J
Warnings:Language, smut, dirty talk, oral (fem receiving), face riding, fingering, a little bit of spanking, unprotected p in v (wrap it before you tap it!)
Word Count: 2,997
A/N: This is written as a submission for Tell Me A Story Bingo hosted by @supernatural-jackles. The square filled is “Quote J” and the quote used is in bold. This was so much fun to write, I hope you enjoy it! This hasn’t been beta’d so all mistakes are my own.
“Come on!” Jensen said, frustration evident in his words and wildly gesturing hands. He’d pushed and pulled on every switch but the spotlights on the ceiling of their hotel room remained on. Making his rounds to check every switch in the room for the third time, he was becoming desperate.
You’re lying in the big comfy bed looking like a Goddess in the plum, lace underwear set he’d bought you as a present. Well, it was more of a present for him, but whatever. He desperately wanted to be in that bed with you instead of dealing with this shit.
“How the hell do we get these lights off?” He murmured, travelling around the room again flicking all the switches.
“Babe, just come to bed.” You said.
“I won’t be able to sleep with that light on!”
“I can think of something that’ll make you so exhausted, you won’t care,” you bat your eyes at him.
A deep groan rumbled from his chest knowing exactly what you meant. “Just give me a minute,” he said as he appeared at your side of the bed to flick the switches next to you. You can’t help yourself as you reach out and grab at the half-hard bulge you’d been working on with your hands before he decided to turn some of the lights off and get cosy.
a/n: i bring some delicious Jango this evening! We’re getting closer and closer to AOTC events, so consider this the “calm before the storm.” Enjoy!! <3 (previous part) (masterlist)
warnings: injury/blood mention, language, smut (towards the end, nothing super hardcore, but definitely smut), angst, fluff
word count:~4.8k
The Kaminoans give the three of you a different set of living quarters. Jango hates it, but he says nothing, lips set in a firm line as the two of you gather your belongings, fielding questions from Boba.
“Butwhy are they putting us somewhere else?” Boba asks, adding his creature toys to a stack of clothes you’ve gathered, messing up your organization system.
You raise an eyebrow, gesturing to the room at large. The door’s been replaced, the rubble cleared, but there are still scorch marks from errant blaster fire everywhere, and you can’t look at Jango’s room without chills scattering across your body.
UGH THE REREAD IS JUST AS GOOD AS THE FIRST TIME. I love how you’ve written Boba. He’s exactly how a kid would act. I could hear every huff and his excuse not to clean.
This is just such a good slow burn. The way their relationship develops into one of trust and respect makes the stakes so much higher and every romantic moment feel so much stronger.
THE YEARNING leading up to finally kissing is DELICIOUS. The uncertainty at the beginning about EVERYTHING. And the conflict surrounding the people hunting Jango is SO GOOD. And the way you teased that something is gonna happen last chapter is driving me crazy.
This fic was based on a very intense dream I once had about orcs. I’m really proud of this one, so I hope you all enjoy it! It’s another long one, and has been in the making for over a few weeks. Any comments are appreciated <3
Warnings: yandere, orc! Franklin, fantasy races, violence, explicit description of war, explicit description of violence, nsfw, non-con turned dub-con, kidnapping, toxic relationships, mentioned future pregnancy, violence toward reader, needles, human trafficking, 8.6 k words
The field was barren.
There were a few people in the far distance running away, hiding behind burning carts and houses in their attempt at escape. It didn’t matter if they managed to get away now, since tonight the hounds would be let loose, following and killing anyone whose scent fled out of the battlefield. The beasts had little intelligence outside of their bred purpose, and seemed to utilize whatever they did have to be cruel, often biting off limbs first, slowly gnawing away at bone, waiting for their prey to die.
In the midst of the field laid a soldier, crying out in pain, probably due to his armor being dented in a way that implied massive internal damage, as well as his legs being about ten feet away from his main body. It would take about five minutes before he succumbed to the pain and died, but until then he’d scream in agony, which is why the nearest orc, looting the nearby corpses for their valuables, drew his club and smashed the soldier’s head in, the battlefield a bit quieter.
It had been a messy battle, an unsatisfying one as well. The settlement had drawn the orc’s ire by delivering a pledge of war, a spike embedded with the tusks of their kin. Few still dared to make such bold claims after years and years of endless one-sided conflict, the orc’s decimating all that was in their path. They were stronger, did not complain about anything, and honored their ancestors and progeny by expansion of their land, of their influence. Every inch of soil was paid for in blood, and it was not theirs that would pay the price.
The only down side the race had was their low numbers, but that did not matter greatly, one orc managing to kill villages without breaking a sweat.
So, since it’s been a while since I’ve posted anything, I knew now that my masterlist wasn’t working. And since I changed the name of the blog, it was kind of expected (if you got here when it was all bush and desert, you’re a veteran and I love you as part of my family).
So I basically had to relearn how to update my blog again and update my masterlist and link to every fanfic ever posted, because apparently tumblr doesn’t do this job alone.
So here they are. Duly updated and functional. I have a separate list for Diana Prince because at the time I got a lot of requests for her, so..
I also intend to update the fanfics and change the name of the reader (yes, I use a name, because Y/N hits a visual nerve of mine, besides not being practical for people who use screen reader). At the time I chose the name Angel, it had to do with the blog name and because, you know, angels are neutral and have no gender or race and I thought that way I would be including everyone and not offending anyone. However, Angel seems to be a common name in the US (in my country it’s used as a pet/nick name, like ‘honey’). I’m probably going to use a name making it up (like Atara) and I don’t know, you guys can make a petition too, I don’t know. Let me know what to do to make you happy.
Summary: After your encounter with Thorin, you both have to force yourselves to remain professional to keep your relationship a secret from your colleagues, which is proving to be a challenge.
Relationship: Thorin Oakenshield x Fem!Reader (Modern AU)
Words:3,1K
Warnings:18+
A/N: This is the fourth part of Business & Pleasure. You can read the previous parts here.
Special thanks to @legolasbadass for doing the beta reading and @lathalea for valuable feedback.
The cold surface of the wooden door presses hard against my shoulders as Thorin traps me with his broad chest. His kiss is eager and his strength renewed, like the memory of our combined high is mysteriously erased from his memory. I let my hands run over his shirt that is now tucked properly down in his navy trousers and our heated kiss turns to soft giggles as we force our lips apart. He gives me a challenging but playful bite on my lower lip, and I breathe in his intoxicating scent and hug him tightly. Then he rests his forehead tenderly against mine. I don’t want to leave, but I hear myself say, ”I need to go now, I can’t stay here all morning.” The disappointed look in his azure eyes makes me want to seal the door, ignore everything beyond it and succumb to him once more. But then he smiles softly and nods. ”It’s probably for the best. Mahal knows what will happen if you stay.”
I want to work there please. Are they hiring? Specifically the blond Marketing Director? I’m a great PA
The yearning. The lust that is fuelled again after just being extinguished. The sexy secrets behind closed doors
I felt like I was in the room with everyone with how vivid your descriptions of everything are! You never cease to amaze me with this stuff.
Hands down my favourite part was after the meeting though, when the mighty and majestic CEO got a boner and couldn’t leave I love that she has that control over him, even if she feels so out of control herself.
I’m so thrilled that you’ve continued this series!! And now I’m torn again between CEO Thorin or vampire Richard being my favourite….
@yongguksgiggle: Hiiiiiiii!!!!!! Can you write an imagine about hyunjin being best friends with the reader and then eventually they turn into lovers??? My heart aches for that right now
Your first thought of Hyunjin having the potential to be more than just your best friend was when the two of you were thirteen. A carnival came to town that summer and one Friday night after riding all of your favorite rides together, the two of you decided to go and play some games. You weren’t winning at any of the booths, but for some reason the game where you had to launch the frogs onto the lily pads was frustrating you more than most. After watching you fail miserably at it for several minutes, Hyunjin stepped in suggested you take a break and let him have a try. It took him a few tries, but eventually he was able to win a small stuffed animal, letting you choose which one you wanted. The worker running the booth passed the blue and purple cat you had pointed to over to Hyunjin, and when he in turn handed the stuffed cat to you, your hands touched for just the briefest moment. Sure, you guys had had physical contact before, but something about this just felt different. You blushed, thanked him for the stuffed animal, and were unable to look him in the eye for the rest of the night. He was, as usual, oblivious to your change in behavior. You quickly pushed the thoughts away because you didn’t ever know what to do with them and soon the feelings were gone.
The second time you had a thought like this was when you were fifteen. Your first ever boyfriend had just broken up with you after three months of dating and while you hadn’t been in love with him, not by a long shot, it still hurt to be dumped seemingly out of nowhere. It happened on a Thursday night, and you convinced your mom that you weren’t feeling well enough to go to school the next day. You were home alone, moping all day, until there was a knock on the door. You opened it, and there was Hyunjin. Immediately after getting out of school he had run to your house, with a quick stop at the store to buy a carton of your favorite ice cream. He said he wouldn’t have gone to school at all if he knew you were hurting enough to skip out on it yourself. The two of you spent the rest of the afternoon eating the ice cream and watching whatever reality tv show was playing that day. It wasn’t until your sister came home and woke you guys up from the nap you had accidentally taken with teasing comments about how you guys were cuddling that you thought about the feeling you had that night at the carnival. You quickly dispelled them from your mind; your boyfriend had just broken up with you and you were in no hurry to get into another relationship, especially not with Hyunjin. You knew he would never in a million years do anything to hurt you, but you were still afraid that things might end up the same way this relationship had, and you would lose not only a boyfriend but your best friend in that deal.
Now the two of you were eighteen, barely college students, although the stress of your first semester made you grateful Hyunjin ended up going to the same school as you because he was great at taking your mind of things. Currently, the thing he was supposed to be taking your mind off of was the final paper for the English literature course the two of you were both in. However, seeing as he was just as stressed about it as you were, things weren’t really going so well. You were spread out on your bed, face pressed into a pillow with papers and books you had checked out from the campus library spread all around you. Hyunjin was at your desk with a similar array of papers and books, and he was even trying to read through one of the books while sitting upside down in your desk chair, or at least that’s how the scene looked the last time you looked over at him. It was the sound of a frustrated groan followed by a loud thud that made you look back up again, only to see him curled on the floor half under your desk with the book covering his face.
“You okay over there?” you asked, partially concerned and partially confused. Hyunjin let out another groan before responding.
“Yeah, I just don’t think I can deal with this paper any longer.”
“Well if it makes you feel any better, after you write it and hand it in, you never have to deal with it again,” you said. His only response was to move the book away from his face so you could see that he was glaring at you. “Hey, I’m not wrong!” you insisted.
“Can we just take a break? Like, I know we haven’t gotten much done, but I need a break or else my head will explode.” You agreed, and the two of you made your way to tiny kitchen your apartment had in order to get some food.
“Do you want me to reheat some leftover pasta?” you asked. He nodded and made a sound of approval before moving to help you get out two bowls, two forks, and of course the pasta in question. You handed him the first bowl after it was done heating up in the microwave, but instead of moving to go sit down somewhere and eat it, Hyunjin just stood next to you, a little closer than he normally would. He put the bowl of pasta on the counter and instead grabbed one of your hands. As much as you wish it didn’t, that same flutter from the night of the carnival and the day he helped you get through your breakup made its way from your stomach up through your heart before settling in your throat, preventing you from saying anything. The two of you just stood there, feeling like the moment was suspended in time.
“You know what I heard is good for relieving stress?” he finally asked in a low voice.
“W-what’s that?” you managed to squeak out, your voice almost blocked out by the beeping of the microwave.
“Kissing,” he responded, that mischievous smirk of his playing on his lips. You made a surprised noise and went to pull away, but froze when you locked eyes with him. There was a look in his eyes that you had never seen before. It was a look that made your feelings for him feel not weird and out of place like they had previously, but welcome and right and real.
“Can I kiss you? Please?”
“Yes.”
i actually proofread this one! so if there are any mistakes just ignore them lol
Just a collection of a few fics that I really really like. None of them are mine obviously. Most of them are reader inserts unless marked otherwise. Mostly female reader inserts.
When stated 18+ DO NOT PROCEED AS A MINOR
☆ fluff, ◇ angst/sad, * smut, ♡ personal favourite (even tho most of them are my favs)
(unfinished and unedited, if a link doesn’t work tell me in the comments)
warnings: description of sickness, injury mention/description, blood mention, brief description of hallucinations/paranoia (Boba hallucinates when he’s sick, but we don’t get too into that), angst, language
word count:~5.6k
There is very little that Boba actually knows or remembers when it comes to the concept of clones, outside of the general public knowledge.
Jango always kept that aspect of their life relatively separate, and by the time he was old enough to know and understand, it was too late.
Logic lets him know that he shares the same genetic structure as his “father” and about two million or so other men out there. He looks the same, sounds the same, probably — to some degree — acts the same.
But outside of a base overview, he really doesn’t know all that much about clones.
Dean wasn’t sure where he was. It looked like a Motel he was stood in front of but it’s not one he’s familiar with.
He was here for a reason. He knew that much.
Something had lead him here.
“Dean…”
He turned his head in the direction he thought he head his name being called.
Nothing was there.
He ventured a little further and discovered his Impala was parked up in front of him.
No Sam.
The passenger side door of Dean’s Baby popped open and Dean’s breath left his body in a whoosh.
“Hey handsome.” Dean heard you say as you stepped in front of the car and lent against the front.
You weren’t wearing any clothing.
Nothing.
Dean thought he felt some drool rolling down the corner of his lips and his heart and blood picked up pace.
Damn, you’re beautiful.
You both are.
A loud noise startled Dean awake, he hadn’t realised he had fallen asleep behind the wheel of the Impala, a quick look around and he saw you approaching the car from the take-out place you had been to order some food for the three of you.
Dean was looking forward to going to sleep when they got the Motel, he really wanted to finish what had started.
Draco Malfoy has no regrets about the relationship he has with you. Especially as the War has only justended.
Your heart pounded in your ears as you watched with bated breath at the intensity of the fight between your current worst nightmare and your classmate.
Words had been shared between the two adversaries but you were overly engaged in fighting for your life to be really interested in what the two males were actually saying to one another. Only catching glimpses of them as you twisted and contorted in your grim dance.
As you faced your newest opponent, duelling aggressive spells towards them, not allowing them a moment to attack you, waves of powerful magic reached you, overpowering you; crippling all sense of movement as it compelled you to turn to its epicentre in wonder; in horror. In hope.
Harry Potter.
Survivor.
Victor.
Returning to your body from the shock, you turned to your side and cast a spell to your opponent who didn’t even realise what had happened to him, still gravely focused on the fall of his Master. If you hadn’t have been in the battle, the sound his skull made as it connected with the floor, would have made you cringe and sick to your stomach.
Looking around the room, what was once the immaculately gorgeous Great Hall, your ears ringing, you started to tend to the injured. You prepared yourself with studying medical journals and shadowing Madame Pomfrey for this very reason. You had basic medic skills, considering who you were friends with and with the threat of war, at the time, becoming all the more real, you studied more and for longer.
During the time it took, from the first break of sunlight to the Hall being cast in a golden hue, you had tended to a range of injuries. As small as disinfecting cuts to something as painful as wrapping broken ribs.
Hermione and Ginny had made their way over to you both to seek medical treatment and to make sure you were alright. The younger ginger had hugged you tightly, when you had wrapped her wrist securely in bandage, burying her head into your neck for comfort and to bawl her sorrows out; Hermione huddled close to the pair of you, offering her support with a gentle hand rubbing Ginny’s back.
The three of you stood there for a while. Basking in the peace and emotional comfort of each other. Long enough for Ginny to wipe her eyes and gather her wits once more, before taking a deep breath and headed over to her family.
Hermione stayed with you, her arm hooked through yours, supporting each other as you observed the room. “Hey, ‘Mione?” You whispered, your strength was slowly depleting and the strain had made it difficult to talk at a normal level.
“Hmm?” She too was experiencing the drain of energy. Unable to really formulate a sentence without effort.
Both of you standing with your weight balanced against the other.
“Are you and Ron together now?”
She snorted, emotions were taught and laughter was a foreign concept at the moment but a small twitch of her lips gave way to the beginnings of a smile, “yeah, I think so.”
“That’s good.”
“Yeah.”
“I told you so.”
“Oh, Y/N.” Hermione drawled, a small smile now on her lips. “What about you and Draco?”
Your response was a small shrug, worry tightening its chains around your heart as you admitted, “I haven’t seen him since before all…this.”
“If it helps, I think I can see him across the room.” Your eyes darted over everyone in the Hall which was thoroughly packed with people. Quickly, your eyes landed on a strikingly blonde head of hair in the direction Hermione had gestured to.
From this distance you observed, scanning his body, as much of it as you could from where you were, for any obvious injuries and wounds. With a deep breath that exhaled as a heavy sigh, you couldn’t see anything.
“Go to him.” Was the quiet prompt you received in your ear. A quick glance back to Hermione, ensuring she would be okay, she pushed you on.
Your feet wouldn’t run as your steps were already heavy from exhaustion.
No one stopped you as you passed them, nor did you want them to.
Your tired brain could only focus on its task, getting to Draco. Cheering your limbs to keep moving. You were nearly there.
Narcissa met your gaze, a fleeting smile gracing her lips as she watched you approach before putting her hand on her son’s shoulder and encouraging him to look up.
His eyes lit up in a blaze of renowned emotion and his body rocketed up from where he was sat, rushing to wrap you up in a tight embrace.
Your arms wrapped themselves around his neck, holding him in place. His own had secured themselves around your waist and along your back.
You were embracing each other so tightly, so securely that for a moment, no one could tell what was Draco and what was you.
With a hiccup, Draco lifted his head, gently resting his forehead against yours, your noses brushing and eyes locked together. A lone tear fell down your cheek as Draco took a deep breath to steady himself, “I love you.”
A smile bloomed on your face, “as I love you. No regrets, Draco. None.” Declared with finality from your soul, sealed with a kiss.
A promise for the both of you that no matter what happened in the past, what had only juststoppedhappening, and what will happen, will be done because neither one of you would carry regrets into your future together.
It was not an immediate fix. No one overcomes the turmoil of a War overnight.
It was a promise between the two of you, only.
One that would help you both to heal. To move on. To grow and to mature.
Pairings: Sans/Reader, Sans/Sans, Bad Sans Poly, Bad Sans Poly with Reader
Lost & Found
Pre-Addison. After a frantic search across the multiverse for their missing partner, the gang discover Cross in The White Void, and Nightmare uncovers a new facet of his brother’s power.
Chapter Tags: Near-death condition, reference to torture, disassociation, panic attack and sensory-overload.
Pairings: Sans/Reader, Sans/Sans, Bad Sans Poly, Bad Sans Poly with Reader
A Story Heard X Times Before
Chapter Summary: Addison’s having a busy day at work. Cross shows up looking a little messed up and a lot more miserable.
Chapter Tags: Dick jokes, a character briefly worried that another has cut wrists (nothing to worry about there, I promise). A bad dream and a bad omen.
Pairings: Sans/Reader, Sans/Sans, Bad Sans Poly, Bad Sans Poly with Reader
Cracking the Cage
Chapter Summary: On a day when she feels stuck in a holding pattern, Dust decides to surprise Addison with an impulse visit to Nightmare’s famed library.
Chapter Tags: Past familial abuse (flashbacks, references to going hungry, property destruction), discussion of the possibility of a dead body.
Hey folks! I hope everyone is having a lovely and safe holiday season. Just a heads up that I will be taking another week off after this, but will be back with weekly updates (ideally) after the new year. Here’s to 2022 folks!
Summary: Dr. Austin helps the team understand how memories can be fabricated, and they decide what their next steps are in regards to Y/N. Pairing:Eventual Bucky Barnes x Reader Word Count:3249 Warnings: Minor angst, medical stuff, a startling amount of exposition, discussions of sciencey magic stuff, Tony being Tony and trying to embarrass Steve and Bucky A/N:Thank you all for being so patient, I had this chapter like 75% done for a few weeks, but I needed something to break up the mountains of information. So when I got stuck, I used that to my advantage. You’ll see what I mean. lol You can also follow this story & others on my Ao3 as well. The series was beta’d by the lovely@idjitmonkey and I hope you enjoy!
Dr. Austin’s gaze slowly moved across the three men sitting in front of her, forcing her to lightly bite the inside of her cheek to avoid laughing at the varying expressions of dismay and confusion showing on their faces. Although the teacher part of her brain was screaming at her to explain, she waited patiently for them to process what she’d told them. Fortunately, and unsurprisingly, it was Tony who spoke first only a few minutes later.
“Not only do you have a psychic on speed dial that can read people’s minds, but you’re telling me Y/N’s memories are… fake? How is that even possible?”
“Is speed dial even a thing anymore?” Dr. Austin mumbled before shifting her eyes to Steve and Bucky who appeared to have finished processing and were now paying attention. “Charles Xavier is an extremely powerful mutant, and his psychic abilities allow him to locate and connect to the minds of every mutant in the world. It allows him to stop a problem before it even becomes one.”
“Really? So, what, he’s a mutant version of a Precog? Last time I checked, Minority Report didn’t end well for a lot of people.” Tony exhaled with a groan before running a hand down his face. “I’m… not a fan of mind control or mind reading.”
“I understand your, uhhh… less than amicable history with Wanda Maximoff may be causing your unease, but Charles is not motivated by anything malicious, nor does he assist the police with any kind of crime prevention involving humans; he only steps in when there’s mutants involved. The police stay out of his way because his abilities can help avoid preventable human casualties by a frightened mutant who has no idea what’s happening to their body.”
Tony rolled his eyes. “They all say that at first. It’s only a matter of time before they stick their nose where—”
Dr. Austin aggressively raised her hand and cut him off, much to Tony’s surprise, before she walked around to the other side of the conference room table to sit down. “It’s about safety, Mr. Stark, not snooping. A mutant’s abilities usually don’t manifest until they hit puberty, and most of these kids don’t have a support system to help them understand their gifts, or worse, they are feared and shunned by their own families. Charles uses his psychic connection to locate these kids and offer his assistance before something potentially catastrophic happens.”
Steve nodded and gave a half-shrug. “Preventative is always better than reactionary, but I’m not sure I agree with his methods.”
Dr. Austin blinked, before shaking her head with an incredulous snort of laughter. “Why not, Captain Rogers? The government uses non-intrusive methods like facial recognition and GPS tracking to locate people under the guise of preventing criminal activity all the time.”
Tony smirked and pointed to Steve. “She’s gotcha there, Cap.”
“The ethicality of casual mind reading aside,” Bucky murmured while rubbing his temples, “what do you mean her memories were fake? Are you sure it’s not just my memories that’ve gotten mixed with hers due to the link we had?”
“No. Charles was positive that the fading memories she’s retained from the ordeal are separate from the ones that were altered.” The doctor sighed a shaky breath, still distressed by what the professor told her. “Almost all of her memories from the time she was a child until she was in her late teens have been replaced or altered by another mutant or magic user. Based on the levels of residual power he found, some were barely changed at all while others had to be entirely new memories.”
Bucky slumped forward and pressed his forehead against the cool surface of the table. The pounding in his head felt similar to a distant yet unforgettable memory involving his first introduction to the chair Hydra used to scramble his brain. It was making him twitchy, unsettled… and even though he was barely showing any outward signs, he could practically feel the concern radiating off of Steve.
“Mutants… magic…” Bucky groaned and squeezed his eyes shut, trying to control his breathing as a familiar hand landed on his metal shoulder to ground him. Bucky cursed his and Steve’s close friendship because of Steve’s annoying ability to see right through him hiding his anxiety. “My brain hurts.”
“Seconded. I can’t believe I’m about to say this, but can you dumb it down for the less magically-educated of us, Doc?” Tony asked, rubbing his neck to try and relieve a brewing tension headache of his own.
While it wasn’t a topic Dr. Austin would consider herself an expert in by any means, Charles had used layman’s terms to explain things to her in the past when she was still new to the world of mutants, so she was fairly confident she could explain. “Alright, think of reading someone’s mind as essentially watching a video. Memories, when formed in the brain based on our experiences, play back clearer than those that have been fabricated or altered by an external source. So, the things you experience first-hand are… ‘recorded’, I guess, by your eyes and then immediately stored in your brain with zero loss of quality. Following so far?”
The three men nodded, but their pinched facial expressions still showed their confusion as she continued.
“Charles explained that when memories are altered by a psychic, they take a stored memory, edit it to overlay false events in specific parts, and then put it back where they found it. According to him, ‘edited’ memories are extremely noticeable when reading someone’s mind, like the difference in quality between an original image and one that has been photocopied a hundred times. The fabricated memories appear blurry because magic is used to create these false events, not your own eyes through first-hand experience. Y/N likely had difficulty distinguishing specific details, like faces or locations, when her brain accessed them for recollection.”
“You’re saying someone essentially hacked her brain and doctored over a decade’s worth of memories?” Steve asked, trying to wrap his head around the horrific implications of altering someone’s life like that. When Dr. Austin nodded, he took in a deep breath and exhaled slowly out of his nose as he brought his hands up to rest on his hips. “Wow.”
“Not to pile on, but he also said that the original memories were completely obliterated by whatever process was used to rewrite or alter them, so unfortunately there’s nothing left for Charles to restore.” All three men blinked at her, and Dr. Austin frowned. “It was done on purpose; memory manipulation usually only involves altered segments of memory being laid over the actual memory in order to hide what actually happened, so those changes can be taken away and reversed at any time since the original memory is merely concealed by another.”
Dr. Austin was sure she could see steam coming from Tony’s head, so she tried to word it in a language he was familiar with. “Think of a memory as a computer file. When memory manipulation is done normally, there is only surface-level tampering of the memory file to conceal what is actually there, which allows for the integrity of the file itself to be maintained despite any changes that are made. In Y/N’s case, the original file was essentially deleted and the fabricated one was implanted in its place. It wasn’t edited and concealed, it was deleted and replaced.”
Tony immediately understood the analogy and he clenched his jaw as he nodded. “They didn’t want anyone to be able to restore or view her original memories. What were they trying to hide?”
“She probably did or saw something she wasn’t supposed to, but she was deemed too useful to kill,” Bucky stated factually, his voice chilling and void of emotion.
“The ‘why’ isn’t something we have the ability to figure out right now, but Charles did say that the ‘who’ might be easier to…” Dr. Austin trailed off, her eyes focused on Bucky and the tension coiled in his muscles as he rocked his head back and forth on the table, his forehead still pressed to the wood. “Are you okay, Sergeant Barnes?”
“M’fine,” he waved her off with a lethargic wiggle of his metal hand, “just had a lot of… unpleasant stuff float to the surface after what happened with Y/N.”
“Oh, I…” Dr. Austin’s eyes darted to Steve, who gave a minute shake of his head to silently tell her not to press. Reluctantly, she nodded and ignored the innate desire to help and heal that every doctor has. “Well, Charles did say that the level of complexity mixed with the sheer amount of memory replacement and manipulation done requires a much higher level of skill than a normal psychic.”
“Narrows down our pool of people, does it?” Tony asked, already poking at the hologram of a database search screen being projected from the Iron Man gauntlet still on his arm.
“Considerably, yes.” Dr. Austin attentively watched Tony’s fingers dance across the hologram as he swiped from screen to screen. “Charles wasn’t able to locate any unfamiliar mutants that have enough power to do this kind of memory manipulation, but there are ways people have hidden from him in the past to avoid detection. He’s going to reach out to some of his acquaintances, those mutants or magic users with psychic abilities, to see if anyone’s heard of a psychic for hire that could pull this off.”
“It seems like every time we answer a question, three more appear in its place,” Tony mused before he snorted, a smirk curling the side of his lip. “It’s like a Q&A version of that stupid Hydra saying.”
Steve turned to glare at a still grinning Tony, before shifting his attention to the doctor. “While we’re waiting for an update from Mr. Xavier—”
“Professor,” Dr. Austin corrected, smiling shyly.
“Right, so while we’re waiting for Professor Xavier to get back to us, we do have a question in front of us we can answer right now. What do we tell Y/N?” Steve leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms with a shrug. “I mean, she’s back to being herself again, which is great, but being told that the memories you have from ten plus years of your life are essentially fake on top of the mental strain caused by that psychic link? It doesn’t seem like a smart idea.”
“As the only person here who’s actually had their memories fucked with,” Bucky grumbled, his breath fogging up the glossy surface of the table as he spoke, “you should tell her as soon as possible. She’ll be upset, but we need her participation if we want to figure out what the hell is going on. Having it explained by someone who wants to help you remember will make it a lot easier to process than rediscovering your identity and the missing chunks of your life on your own.”
Steve frowned and shifted forward to perch on the edge of his chair. “Buck—”
“I know, punk,” Bucky interrupted, ceasing his friend’s impending guilt spiral as he turned his head to lock eyes with Steve. “I was the one who ran. I thought I was better off alone.”
Steve smiled sadly and reached out to grip Bucky’s flesh shoulder. “Not alone anymore, jerk.”
“Huh,” Tony remarked from his seat at the end of the conference room table, his eyes wide and locked on Steve and Bucky. “Wow, yeah, I definitely see it now.”
Steve raised an eyebrow and turned to face Tony, a move which Bucky mirrored. “See what?”
“The heart eyes you give each other,” Tony explained, his mouth quivering with the effort of holding back his smile and laughter. “The internet? They call you two ‘Stucky’, by the way.”
Bucky’s head shot up from the table, the quick movement making Tony flinch, but his knowing grin quickly vanished when the throbbing in his skull returned with a vengeance. Playing dumb, he cleared his throat and glanced over at Tony. “Stucky?”
“Like, stuck as in we’re somehow stuck to each other? Or do they mean stuck with each other?” Steve asked, feigning innocence as well.
Tony flashed a mischievous grin that Loki himself would be proud of. “Well, the two of you actually have quite the following online, and there are some very talented people who like to…”
Tony’s voice became a low hum in the background as Bucky tuned him out, and he traded a look with Steve which told him his friend did as well. Thanks to a full briefing about the more… fan-driven parts of the internet after Bucky’s rescue, recovery, and placement on the team were made public, both super soldiers were well aware of the moniker given to them by those who saw their relationship as romantic instead of platonic. Natasha fully enjoyed explaining every little thing about Stucky and showing them every aspect of fan-created content sounding it—some of which she’d even called her “go-to pics” of them together—until both men were as red as her hair.
After the initial shock wore off, they both agreed that it was amusing and flattering, not at all insulting, and despite Steve’s protests, it even led to Bucky buying some fanart that he proudly has hanging in his room at the compound. Sure, the art might be a painting of Steve laying on his back, completely naked, with a detached version of Bucky’s old silver Winter Soldier arm the only thing covering his junk, but the look on Steve’s face every time he walks into Bucky’s room and sees it makes him laugh every time.
“…lovers, you know?” Bucky sighed as he focused on Tony’s rambling again, giving Dr. Austin an apologetic smile that the exacerbated doctor shrugged off with an eye roll. “Reunited after being separated for seventy years, only to find out that your best friend is trying to kill you because he had his memory erased by the enemy?” Tony clicked his tongue and swiped his hand to close the dozens of fan art images Bucky hadn’t realized were displayed on the hologram. “That is a Grade A, USDA Approved, one-hundred percent Beefy,” Tony pointedly stared at both men’s arms, “example of the ‘reunited lovers’ trope.”
“Seems like you’ve done a lot of research into this, Tony,” Steve commented, his face completely stoic even though Bucky could hear the fluttering of amused excitement in his heartbeat. “Is… there something you want to tell us? I mean, you know, since we’re already on the topic of sharing things with other people.”
“Do I… what? No, I don’t… s-share? What would I share about anything?” Tony sputtered, leaning back in his chair as a dark crimson hue spread across his cheeks.
Bucky hid his smile behind his hair as he turned and stood from his chair to stalk forward and press himself firmly against Steve’s back. Steve stiffened at the contact at first, but two light taps of Bucky’s finger on the back of Steve’s neck was all the communication he needed to tell Steve to play along. Once Steve relaxed, Bucky wrapped his flesh arm around Steve’s chest and nuzzled his face into the man’s neck.
“F-FRIDAY,” Tony whispered as he slowly patted his shirt and pants, his jaw dropping in shock so far it appeared to be almost unhinged; a rare thing to see on the billionaire’s face. “I… photos, where… I need my phone. The internet… is someone documenting this?” Tony’s attention snapped to Dr. Austin. “Are there cameras in this room?”
The stern look Dr. Austin gave Tony in response was enough of an answer. Her stare was full of so much frustrated maternal disappointment, Tony’s eyes widened and he swallowed, waving his hand to vanish the hologram as he slunk down in his chair. The doctor’s eyes shifted to the two super soldiers with a look so hard it felt like it could have come straight from one of the toughest women either man had ever known: Sarah Rogers. Steve and Bucky felt thoroughly chastised and released each other to return to their seats like scolded children.
“After all of the battles you’ve fought side by side, I understand that you gentlemen have the camaraderie of soldiers and enjoy teasing each other,” she began, her voice terrifyingly even, “but there are more pressing matters at hand.”
Since Tony was still frozen in stunned silence at the complete one-eighty in Dr. Austin, Steve cleared his throat and gave her an embarrassed smile. “I apologize Dr. Austin, that was… inappropriate humor.”
Dr. Austin smirked. “It wasn’t inappropriate, Captain; believe me, I do enjoy watching Tony Stark squirm. But now is just… not the time.”
Bucky’s lip twitched and he hung his head, nodding. “Right, well, I still think we need to tell her as soon as possible. We all know how well hiding things from each other has gone in the past, so I’d rather have Y/N associate us with honesty over white lies, even if what we tell her might be shocking to hear.”
“While personally I am inclined to agree, I do know how to read blood work and brain scans despite my inexperience with psychiatry,” Dr. Austin commented. “She needs time to regain her strength, both physical and mental, before we broach the subject.”
Bucky’s jaw clenched, showing his obvious disapproval, but it was Steve that spoke before he could. “I agree.” Bucky’s head snapped up to glare at Steve, who raised his hands. “I don’t like it either, Buck, but think about it like this. She’s been stuck inside someone else’s life—someone else’s memories—for days. Telling her that the actual life she thought she had growing up was also fake while she’s still recovering from the psychic link… it could end up doing more harm than good.”
Bucky’s pained and pleading eyes flicked to Dr. Austin, and she smiled sympathetically. “I understand this is not what you want based on your own similar personal experiences, but I am very concerned that the additional stress could end up causing a psychotic break if she begins to question the validity of the world around her. The stress hormones in her blood are still extremely elevated, and we don’t know if there will be any side effects from the use of her abilities.”
Bucky blinked in disbelief. The thought of possibly causing a psychotic break hadn’t even crossed his mind. It took the serum almost six months to heal the neural pathways that Hydra tried to fry away in his brain, yet he was still plagued by gaps in both his long term and short term memory. But Y/N… she was only human and the mind was deceptively fragile when it came to trauma.
“Fine, but the second she’s able…” Bucky trailed off, his silent request hanging in the air.
Dr. Austin nodded. “We’ll tell her, I promise. I believe you are correct, though, Y/N just may be the key to figuring out what happened during her childhood.”
“Great! What do you guys have for snacks around here?”
Tony’s random sudden interjection made Dr. Austin startle slightly, but Steve and Bucky only rolled their eyes as they followed Tony’s lead and got up from the conference room table to find some food.
None of them felt the golden gaze of Asgard’s guardian on them as he silently watched the developing situation.
