“Can i request? Bucky and reader doesn’t get along and
in a movie night the girls decide to watch magic mike II with the rest of the
team and Bucky and Steve judging the whole movie because “they’re dancing
like they’re having sex” and Bucky and reader starts to throw some sassy
comments on each other something like that please”
Bucky took a
deep breath through his nose and looked at you, trying to ignore the urge to
throw something at that stupid smirk of you. He was trying to open a jar of
jelly and for some stupid reason, the lid wouldn’t even move. Of course he
could try with his metal arm, which would be much easier but it would also end
up in him breaking the jar.
But you didn’t
get that, right? All you did was teasing him and throw sarcastic comments at
him every single time you had a chance. Of course, it wasn’t all you. He wouldn’t
shut up either. It hadn’t always been like this. When you two met, you had
really got along perfectly. Up until Steve’s birthday party. No one really knew
what happened then between you two but thing had never been the same and you
never explained anything. So it was a completely mystery for everyone.
just keep your mouth shut for two minutes straight?” He snapped at you.
“Sure I can”
you shrugged walking in the kitchen and heading to the fridge. “But where would
be the fun?” You asked.
another deep breath and focused back on the jar. You smirked as you saw him
fighting the object as you drank some water. When you put the bottle back into
the fridge, you walked over him and stretched out the hand. Bucky looked at you
frowning and, with a sigh, he gave to you.
took the jar, smashed the border of it against the counter as you turned it and
flipped the lid open. With a huge smile you gave it to him.
the XXI century, Sargent Barnes” you said as he took the jar back from you. “Let
me know if you have any problem opening a door. They can get tricky”
With that, you
exited the kitchen knowing you had won this time.
annoying!” Bucky exclaimed. He was at the conferences room with Steve while the
Captain finished some mission report. “I don’t know how you put up with her and
her attitude” he added crossing his arms.
“She’s not bad”
Steve said for the hundredth time. “What happened between you two? When you met
her it even looked like you liked her” he shrugged.
“I didn’t know
her. That was the problem” Bucky replied. “Luckily I did it on time” he sighed.
at Bucky for a moment before shaking his head. He had been giving the same
answers for months now and he just didn’t believe them. He knew something had
happened, something they didn’t want to talk about. But asking was useless so
he just tried to be patience and hope that thing went back to how they used to
be at the beginning.
finished his report, he put everything in order before heading towards the
living room with Bucky, planning on watching a movie or a game. Just looking
forward some distraction. To their surprise, the living room and the TV were already
taken: Natasha, María, Wanda and you were sitting on the couches with popcorns
all around and a movie playing on the TV.
Steve said placing his hands on the back of one of the sofas, where María and
Natasha were sitting. “What are you watching?” He asked looking at the screen.
Wanda answered, not taking her eyes off the TV.
of it” Bucky commented.
“I would be
surprised if you had” Natasha chuckled.
“Too new for
you, grandpa” you said looking at him.
He gave you a
death glare but you had turned your attention back to the TV with a small
“It wasn’t me”
This time you decided
to be silent since you didn’t want to ruin girls night because of him. Instead,
you grabbed some popcorns and ate them from your hand. Steve and Bucky looked
at each other before shrugging and sitting with you. Steve sat with Wanda and
you and Bucky with Natasha and María, taking some popcorns from the bowl.
None of them
really understood what the movie was about but when the first dancing scene
came up, their jaws fell down and their eyes stuck out from their orbits. What was
that? That wasn’t dancing! That was naughty!
“What kind of
movie is this? Porn?” Steve frowned looking at all of you, making you laugh.
really watch a porn movie if Matt Bomer was in it” you smirked.
“Amen to that”
Wanda laughed by your side.
“But what the
fuck?” Bucky exclaimed. “They’re dancing like they were having sex!” He added.
virgin, right?” You said laughing. He narrowed his eyes looking at you.
“I’m not” he
“Then if you
think that’s sex I’m sorry for the girls you had in your bed” you told him with
“You wish you
were one of them” he snapped. You raised an eyebrow at the statement.
not into old people, darling” you said. “Cardiac arrest is not exactly a turn
on for me” you added.
“How can you
be such a bitch?” He said, louder now. Natasha sighed and paused the movie,
knowing this wasn’t going to be over soon.
“How can you
be such an egocentric asshole?” You snapped back.
“Guys…” Steve said
trying to stop you before a real fight started.
crazy for me just admit it!” He exclaimed.
dare!?” You almost screamed, getting up from the couch. He mirrored your action
and walked over you.
“I do dare!
Just fucking admit it” he said in your face now.
“What for? So
you can go and mess with my best friend all over again?” You yelled.
“What the fuck
are you talking about?” He asked. “You’re the one who messed with another one!
I saw you!”
if you think you saw anything!” You said pushing him with both of your hands.
“What the hell
are you guys talking about?” Natasha asked.
You looked at
him, breathing fast but trying to calm down. It was the first time that night
came up and you definitely weren’t ready to have a conversation about it. Let alone,
birthday she left with Parker” he stated.
“I what? Are you
out of your mind?” You exclaimed opening your eyes widely.
“I saw you
going upstairs with him and you can deny that!” He exclaimed back.
“You’re sick. You’re
completely sick” you said in a normal tone now. “He was about to pass out
drunk. I took him to his room, came downstairs and saw you with Maggie” you
explained. “Peter is 15, Bucky, what the fuck?”
as he looked down at you and gulped. Actually, that made much more sense than
what he had imagined. And he had been an asshole and had started flirting with
your best friend as soon as you disappeared upstairs with the Parker kid. He gulped
and looked around, not knowing what to say or do. All the eyes were on him,
including yours, looking at him hurt and confused, waiting for an answer.
“I gotta go”
he mumbled, turned around and walked towards the elevator.
there, looking at him walk away and disappearing into the elevator. You weren’t
even sure about what had just happened. All you knew was that you were so
confused and didn’t know what to think.
You didn’t even
finish the movie. When Bucky left, you excused yourself and went to your room,
trying to digest what just happened. So everything had been a misunderstanding.
A huge one, leading to Bucky and you hating each other, or trying to, when you
would have ended up together. Everything would have been so easy if you had
talked to him. But no, you had to assume the worst.
Dinner wasn’t in
your plans that night so you just laid in your bed for hours, trying to fall
asleep and failing miserably. You just couldn’t take it out of your head. What would
have happened if you had talked to him that night?
Mr Barnes is at your door. Should I let him in?” You frowned when you heard
you quickly considered your options. Of course, you could just say no and spend
the whole night awake, overthinking everything. But what would be the point? You
knew you had to have this conversation and the sooner you had it, the sooner
you could move on. You told the AI to let him in.
“Hey” he said
as soon as he was in and he had closed the door.
“Hi” you said,
feeling a bit uncomfortable and nervous.
“I guess we
have to talk” he said, with his hands in his pockets. You gulped and nodded,
palming the bed beside you so he took a seat.
A bit insecure
about it, he looked at you for a moment and then sat down next to you but
keeping his distance, not knowing what this was going to work out.
“I think this
is the first time we’re alone in a room since…you know” you commented.
“Have you already
forgotten the elevator incident?” He asked looking down at his boots.
you chuckled a little. “That was interesting” you sighed. He nodded and looked
at you at the same time you looked at him. “What happened that night?” You finally
asked. He bit his lip and looked down again.
frowned and sighed, as he remembered the night. “I had been watching you the
whole night, you know? I remember you looking at me every now and then, smiling
at me, even dancing with him. And suddenly I saw you with Peter. He had his arm
around your shoulder and you had yours around his waist. You were coming
upstairs” he gulped. “It looked… I got jealous. More than ever before. I thought
you and I had something and I saw that and I snapped, I was hurt so I…looked
for your friend” he admitted. “You saw the rest”
“It was first
Peter’s party with us. His first time drinking alcohol” you explained. “He got
too drunk too fast, what was I supposed to do? Leave him there?” You asked looking
at him. He shook his head but still didn’t look at you. “Why didn’t you just
talk to me?”
“I don’t know”
he admitted. “It was stupid, I know and you have no idea how sorry I am” he
added finally looking at you.
looked away, not being ready to face those piercing blue eyes. You bite your
lip as you considered what to do next. Everything had been a confusion but
still, he had made out with your friend in your face and, according to his own
words, he had done it just to hurt you. But he was hurt. For something that hadn’t
happened but still, he was hurt. What would have you done if you were in his
shoes? Probably the same. With a sigh, you looked at him to find him still
looking at you.
“Why did you
leave earlier?” You asked. He chuckled and sat up properly since he was leaned
“Same reason I
didn’t talk to you that night” he shrugged. “I was afraid of facing the truth.
I didn’t want to face the fact that I had lost you for no reason at all” you
nodded at his confession and looked at your hands. “I really am sorry. For…what
I did with your friend and how I’ve been treating you ever since”, you laughed
and looked at him.
“It’s not like
I have make it easy for you” you shrugged.
“You had your
reasons” he smiled a little and took some hair out of your face.
“Maybe but I should
have talked to you sooner as well” you admitted. “I’m an idiot” you sighed.
idiots” he smiled at you.
“But you were
right about something” you said turning your body so you were facing him
completely. He frowned a bit. “First, you and I had something” you said taking
his hand in yours. He gulped looking down at it and then up to your eyes. “And
second, I am crazy about you” you admitted.
widely at your words and moved a bit closer to you, still not really sure about
this. He guessed you wanted it too but still, he didn’t want to screw up again.
Not now, not ever. You bite your lip and straddled him, showing it was
completely alright. You wanted him too. His hands moved to your hips to steady
you as your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer.
You had never
been this close to him, you had never even kissed him. The chance had never
been there. But there you were, inches away and somehow still hesitating. You looked
into his eyes and then down at his lips. They were parted, letting his warm
breath crash against your own mouth. You licked your lips leaning in a bit more
but when he bite his bottom lip, you were done for. Immediately, you closed the
tiny gap between you two and kissed him deeply. Putting into this kiss all the
frustration you had gathered through the last few months, your hands pulled his
hair lightly, earning a moan from him that made you smirk but didn’t pull away.
moved up and down your back, slipping under your t-shirt and caressing your
skin, giving you goosebumps when his metal hand touched your skin. He moved it
away for a moment but you took it and put it back against your skin. It was a
part of him and you loved it. Eventually, you two pulled away, breathing fast
as you pressed your forehead against his.
“We never got
to kiss” you whispered. He chuckled a little and pecked your lips.
“We have time
enough to make up for it” he replied opening his eyes to find you smiling.
should start with it” you smirked.
that old people thing?” He teased. You laughed and pushed him so he was laying
on the bed, with you on his top.
“Shut up and
kiss me, Barnes” you commanded.
“As you wish”
he whispered. With a hand on your neck, he pulled you down to his lips and
kissed you again, not pulling away this time and rolling over so he was on your
top as you took away his t-shirt.
Description:You and Baekhyun are best friends and you’ve lived together for three years now. It’s no news to you that Baekhyun sleeps around, but you do too…so what happens when he wants to be with someone as experienced as him?
Genre: Smut / Fluff
Word Count: 1,130
Pairing: Byun Baekhyun x Reader
Author: Admin Xiufairy
1 Year Later
“Baek, if you don’t get your ass up, you’re going to be late!” You called down the hall. You heard a groan and he stuck his head out past the door.
Hi! Could you help me to understand the whole GoT petyr/sansa situation? Because after reading Aidan's new interview I feel I should give up. It says: As for Petyr's affection for Sansa Stark, Gillen cleared the air."I’m not really playing a romantic interest there. I know that’s how it appears, but it’s something slightly different," Being romantic with Sansa in unintentional. I'm a huge fan of Jane Austin books and so on, therefore I was sure he feels for her. But aidan keeps denying it. Thx
I think dude’s getting tired of trying to explain the twisted little intricacies of this extreme mess of a relationship, anon. And it’s not like the show itself cares anymore, so why should he do the heavy lifting off-screen? Now he’s sticking to “mentoring” - it’s easy, digestible, simple, safe. If you look at older interviews, he goes into more detail, talks about genuine feelings and shades of twisted romance, survival, and past traumas influencing this current dynamic. I, for one, have 0 issue w/ him resisting any clearcut romance label. It would be v irresponsible and misguided to reduce PXS to that. It’s a tale but of the cautionary and not of the fairy variety.
I’m also a firm believer in the other thing he keeps repeating:
“There’s a certain lack of clarity in what he’s after, and I think that’s
the way it should be. I don’t think I should have to say anything about
Amen. (btw GRRM takes a similar stance about his writing in general - the cracks among canon facts are yours to interpret)
That “lack of clarity” is where the highest fun-potential tends to reside, anon, and we are encouraged to make what we want of it. I do not believe you should give anything up just because it is not pure, 100% vetted & verified canon. I know this is the big trend these days - obsessively seeking off-screen/off-page validation/confirmation before we give ourselves (and worse, others) permission to enjoy sth - but it’s also the biggest collective fandom bullshit ever produced.
PXS lends itself to several possible interpretations, all of which you’re allowed to toy with, and there’s room in it for dark romance, the idea of which you are allowed to enjoy whether its seeds bloom into canon or not. At the end of the day stuff in the show or the books is not any more real.
I believe fans should be interpreters of fiction, not slaves of it, so bottom line here is: you can keep enjoying it bc despite the worst reductive efforts of the show, there is plenty to enjoy and explore. imo, ofc
The following oneshot is based on the art above. I just found it and was inspired. :) HUGE props to the artist, @junknight , I love this work!
Also, I went a bit overboard with this one because I LOVE Danny, and I was going to go even further until I realized it was one a.m. and I needed sleep. So, I hope you enjoy!!
Who would have thought a literal blob would be so hard to kill.
Danny doesn’t have enough time to think about phasing through the wall before he smacks into it. He groans and curses under his breath before floating back up to his feet. One of his white gloves is stained with the blood he wiped from his mouth earlier, and he adds another stain next to it. His left eye is throbbing painfully, but he ignores it and grits his teeth.
The fat blob monster roars menacingly, and Danny raises his fists in front of him. He’s sick, he’s tired, and all he wants to do is go to bed. Hell, he has a math test tomorrow! Can’t the ghosts take a day off?
Danny extends his arms to his sides. “Come on!” he yells. “Bring it on, less-cool Slimer!”
The Ghost roars again and charges. Danny does the same, flying towards him with his arms extended, his ghost ray pouring from his hands. It does little to slow down the Slimer-imitator, but it does seem to affect it. Danny yells defiantly and cuts off his Ray, racing forward and punching the blob in the mouth.
The familiar sound of Danny’s chair creaking behind yours meets your ears, and you smile and turn around. You gasp when you take in the large, yellowing purple bruise over his eye and the dried blood on his knuckles. He wears a black sweatshirt you’ve never seen before over his usual red and white shirt, and you lean forward and onto his desk.
“Danny … you look like shit.”
“Ha, thanks. Trust me, I know.”
“What happened to you?”
He winces. “Let’s just say I went a couple rounds with the bed and the bed won.”
You frown suspiciously. This isn’t the first time Danny Fenton has come to school beat up. And he’s come in much worse than this before, but that doesn’t mean you don’t worry. The two of you have been good friends ever since Sam introduced the two of you, but between her, Danny, and Tucker, you’ve always felt a little left out. And whatever it is has to do with why Dan comes in with black eyes.
“Danny.” You lean forward seriously and take one of his hands in yours, not noticing his immediate blush. “I’ve met your parents multiple times, and they’re lovely people, but … do they abuse you?”
His eyes widen in shock. “What? No! They-”
He cuts himself off, and you watch confusedly as his blue eyes dart back and forth. “Danny?” you ask. His eyes dart back to yours, and you look into his concernedly. “Are you okay?”
His eyes stay on yours for awhile longer before he suddenly pushes back from his desk with a screech of his chair. “I gotta go.” You turn back around in your chair and face forward, watching as he pushes past Mr. Brandor and out the door to the classroom.
Before your teacher decides to start class, you pull out your phone and type:
(y/n): Something’s wrong with Dan.
You wait about a minute before Sam responds:
S: You’re going to have to be more specific.
You roll your eyes and go to type back when you feel the floor start shaking slightly underneath you. Mr. Brandor pauses in taking his binder out of his bag, and the room goes silent. All of you are completely frozen as the rumbling increases to the point that utensils are starting to fall off of the desks.
“What the hell?” Summer, a girl in the front row, yells.
Before Mr. Brandor can reprimand her language, the wall explodes. You gasp and throw yourself out of your chair, dodging the falling bricks and debris. A huge, ghostly green hand is reaching through the wall, and your eyes widen in fear at the sight. You’re surprised you keep yourself from screaming.
Your ears are ringing from the explosion, and you look around to see all of the kids in your class running around, panicking. A redhead named Jill sits in the corner, rocking back and forth and crying. Well, you guess everyone has different reactions to disasters.
You throw your chair out of your way and fall to your knees next to Jack, a pudgier who sits right by where the ghost came through. “Jack!” you yell. You pull some bricks off of him. “Are you okay?”
He frowns, eyes swimming around like he can’t control them anymore. “The room is white.”
“Great.” You rip off your jacket and wrap the sleeves tightly around his head, trying to stave off the bleeding and the developing concussion. You take his hand and pull it up to your makeshift headscarf. “Hold this. I’m gonna get you out.”
Jack manages to comply, and you move down to the bricks laying on his legs. The ghost arm continues to swipe around into the room, and you nearly miss being hit. But you can’t leave anyone in here to die.
Suddenly, a deep voice resounds through the room, making you freeze: “Duck!”
You instinctively follow the voice’s directions and cover Jack’s body with your own as more debris crashes down around you. One particular one hits your hip hard, and you gasp through the pain. Once the next shock ends, you look up from Jack’s body to see a hole in the opposite wall. A man dressed in white and black is fighting the ghost outside, green rays firing from his hands and onto the monster.
The man’s hair is pure white, just like his gloves, and it moves in a way that seems familiar to you. He just seems familiar to you in general. It’s when you notice the bruise around his left eye you realize why.
But you can’t focus on that right now.
“Jill!” you yell over to the girl still sitting in the corner. “Come help me, now!” You don’t mean to sound pushy, but this is an emergency situation and you know she won’t come if you don’t use some threat. She moves forward and crawls over towards you. You can’t even see her red hair underneath the amount of dust covering her. You’re sure you look the same.
“Help me move these bricks,” you tell her. “We gotta get Jack out of here.”
@junknight is the amazing artist of the beautiful works of Danny art above! I hope you enjoyed the fic!
I'm sorry, but when reading Bendy's "grown-up talk", I couldn't help but snorted a bit at the "king of sin" part. it's just me, cuz I'm having really hard time trying to take it seriously from a half-pint toon :D (Bendy, please don't be mad at me! it's just your height makes me think about you more like about child than adult ^^")
(Haha well, sometimes it’s hard to tell if Bendy is trying to be funny or if he really means it. In this case I think it’s a half-belief. I, of course, am always trying to be funny. No matter how angsty or romantic this au gets, ultimately I hope someone will crack a smile now and then! -HG)
A/N: I’ve written this one for @minourouss. I hope you like it, boo.
Word Count: 1314
Warnings: Mentions of alcohol
“Guys, I am way too sober for this” I say,
trying to sit back down on the couch.
We had had our last exam of the semester
this morning and we were celebrating it. The night was perfectly scheduled,
dinner at our favorite Mexican restaurant, drinks at the newest pub in town and
hit the club right after that. We were all dressed to impressed and ready to
run this city, and I was all for it until we got to the pub and found out they
were having karaoke night. We found a couch with a small table and we sat down
as two of my friends went to the bar and ordered our drinks.
“(y/n), you should go up there and show
them how it’s done” and it started, my friends pushing me out of the couch,
yelling at the host that I wanted to sing a song and I trying to use my sobriety
as an excuse.
“C’mon, we have heard you sing a million
times. You are good” my friends kept pushing me. “Here, bottoms up and get
ready to rock and roll” they say, handing me two shots of tequila.
I look at them and I know I have no choice
so I drown both of the shots and walk down to the stage, where two very drunk
ladies are singing, I’m too nice to say that they are destroying, “holding out
for a hero” by Bonnie Tyler. I take the time to look around while I wait, the
pub is not packed, but there is a fair amount of people there. God, I need
another ten shots, pronto.
“What are you singing, doll?” the host asks
me and I look at him, that was a hell of a good question.
“Mmh… I think I’m gonna do Do I by Luke
Bryan” I answer and he nods, looking for it on the computer.
“No pressure, but we kind of need a good
show after this” he jokes, looking at the two women who are having trouble
staying on their feet.
I give him a nervous smile and wait until
he hands me the mic and helps the last artists down the stage. I take a deep
breath and go up.
“So… I don’t really want to do this, like
at all” everyone laughs at my comment and that gives me the courage I need to
keep talking. “I don’t want to do this, but today it is our first night of
freedom after finals and I’m taking one for the team, so here I go”
I give a small nod and the music starts
playing. I’ve always liked this song, from the moment I first listened to it. I
know every single word, I don’t need to look at the lyrics on the monitor, so I
just walk around on the stage. I look at my friends and they are holding their
hands on the air, swaying from left to right and making me laugh. The song ends
and I give the crowd a shy smile as they give me an ovation, or at least it
feels like an ovation to me.
“I was kidding when I said we needed a good
show, but thank you for that, it was amazing” the host says and I feel my
cheeks heating up.
I walk back to my friends and they stand
up, making a scene as they yell my name and ask me for autographs.
“Ok, stop it. You’ve embarrassed me enough
for the next hundred years” I scowl at them, sitting on the couch and grab my
drink, ready to get as wasted as possible.
We listen to a couple of songs, laughing
and cheering as the people on stage are our favorite artists when the bartender
brings a bottle of champagne to our table. The bottle is tipped by a lit
sparkler and brings everyone’s attention to us.
“Excuse me, we haven’t ordered th…” my
friend tries to tell the man when he pulls a note from his pocket and gives it
to me before walking away.
I look at it in shock for a couple seconds
while the sparkler keeps lighting up the room.
“What does it say?” “What is it?” “How is
it from?” I snap back to reality and open the note to find a short text.
“(y/n), I think Justin Bieber is flirting
with you” and all of them laugh as I look around the room, trying to find the
mysterious man that has paid for an overly expensive bottle of champagne.
My eyes travel all over the place before
they find a pair of big brown eyes staring at me making me blush, and I thank
God for the darkness of the room. I know very well who he is and I mentally
face palm myself for not figuring it out before. I give him a shy smile and he
smirks, mouthing “cheers” and holding up his glass while I shake my head and
bite my lip. He turns back to his group of friends and I do the same, finding
all the eyes set on me.
“Is that who I think it is?” yeah, my
friends are hockey fans too.
“I suppose it is” I answer and let go of
the breath I didn’t know I was holding.
“Girl, hook us up. Tyler and I could have a
good time” my friend Alyssa says and I roll my eyes.
“I don’t think it works that way, Al” I
mutter, drinking the rest of liquor I have in my glass. I’m quite tipsy by now,
the alcohol is kicking off and I feel quite floaty. “C’mon ladies, let’s go to
We get on our feet, ready to go, when my
brain decides that it is a good time to be brave.
“Hold on” I say to my friends, turning
around and heading to the VIP space in the pub.
Jamie is talking with some of his friends
when his brother elbows him and cocks his head in my direction. Jamie looks at
me and gets up, meeting me half way. I’m sure he doesn’t want to have this
conversation in front of his friends.
“Thanks for the champagne, it was very kind
“You are welcome. It got your attention, so
it is money well spent” He smirks and my heart flutters
“It definitely did” I give him a shy smile.
“Hitting the clubs?” he asks, looking at my
“As I said, first night of freedom” I laugh
“going out tonight?”
“No, we are just having a couple drinks to
unwind a little” he explains and I turn my head to look at his friends. All of
they are part of the Dallas Stars and all of them are staring at us “big game
“Well, do me a favor and kick some ass
tomorrow?” I joke around.
“(y/n), that’s a pretty name” he looks
right at my eyes and I swear I’m gonna faint “you should come to the game
“Sold out, my friend” I say, annoyed
because my friends and I couldn’t get tickets on time.
“It’s good you have contacts then…” He
winks at me and hands me his phone.
“Smooth, Benn. Very smooth” I praise him,
typing my name and number and handing it back to him “tell my contact to text
me the details”
“He will do it gladly” he smiles and looks
over my shoulder “you should go before your friends go crazy”
I turn around and I see them pointing at
the door and making weird dance moves.
“Gotta go” I say, turning around and
walking towards my crazy ass friends. “see you around”
We leave the pub and walk for around three
minutes before I get a text from a number I don’t know.
out of trouble, young lady.
I raise an eyebrow and I’m about to text
back I get another message,
people keep complaining about ass shots in ok ko or the butts in the model sheets, uhhh I hate to break it to people but girls have butts too and they gotta have turn around or at least different poses in model sheets
how dare these fictional women have back halves of their body
This is a McHanzo, Reaper76 and Genyatta one shot! This also features human!Zenyatta. This is an AU where the Overwatch agents live normal lives as… regular people, heh.
Ah… Halloween. A glorious day of the year. Children get to dress up as whatever they want for free candy.
The night was on the warmer side this year, and the four children got dressed up for Halloween. Genji was quite excited to show off his costume because it was a character from a popular children’s show in Japan. Since the brothers moved to America, it was difficult for the small boy to find merchandise and other things that weren’t too expensive.
Well, their father would’ve given it to him anyways.
Hanzo, on the other hand, didn’t want to go trick-or-treating this year. He said that he ‘lost interest in it’, and that he decided to stay home tonight. The youngest Shimada begged for him to go, but Hanzo was as stiff as a rock. He would not budge. “Fine! But Jesse’s going to be all alone..” Genji grumbled and he started to walk out his brother’s door. “So?” Hanzo quickly responded, sitting on his bed and reading a book, not once looking up from it. “Soooo that means at midnight he’s going to take An-“
“Shut your mouth.” The eldest Shimada cut him off.
Genji turned around and smiled. “Oh? Did I say something wrong?” Hanzo sighed and flipped to the next page in the book. “You know what you were about to say. Didn’t you have a crush on Angela?” Genji frowned. “W-well that was only for a few months! Then I realized that she wasn’t my type.”
Hanzo scoffed. “You’re forgetting a part. Angela rejected you because she secretly likes Fareeha.”
“No she didn’t!”
“Mmhm. But it’s okay now; you seemed to get all giddy around our quiet friend.” He spoke and continued to read the horror story. “What?! I don’t like Zen… oh..” the short haired boy quieted down and thought about it for a second. His eyes widened as he thought about Zenyatta.
“Holy crap..” Genji whispered, putting on his helmet. Hanzo only laughed. “Finally realizing it? …you do look ridiculous though.” Genji walked up to his brother and sat beside him. “What are you reading? Fifty Shades of Gay?”
The other sighed and punched him in the arm. “Ow! I was joking!”
“No you idiot. It’s the Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde.” Genji rubbed his arm and walked outside his room. “I’m leaving…” but, he popped his head in once more to say something. “You never know… McCree might need a little bit of protection… well, YEAH, but-“
“What?? His soul is still free for the taking. You could protect his soul!”
“Alright, alright.. I’m out.”
Across the street were Zenyatta’s and Jesse’s houses, and Zenyatta was quite indecisive about what he wanted to go as. With the help of Mondatta, he put on his costume. He was a little robot. Aww.
Since the death of their parents, Mondatta has strived to make his younger brother’s life easier. He always made sure that he was safe. But recently, Mondatta was eying his close group of friends. Why? He was getting suspicious about that Genji boy..
Zenyatta, who was now painted silver, walked up to the front door of their house. “Be safe,” spoke his older brother. Worry colored his voice as Zenyatta turned around and smiled. “Ah, do not worry. I am to return at ten o’ clock! My friends are with me, so I am safe. Please, Mondatta. Stop worrying.”
Mondatta sighed at his brother’s words and let him go. Once the robot got to the sidewalk, he heard his brother once more. “And don’t let Genji harass you!” Mondatta yelled, which caused Zenyatta to blush a bit. “He doesn’t harass me!”
He yelled back with a giggle, before completely walking off to the destination that the four decided to meet up at.
The kids were already out for tonight. Many children dressed up as witches, ninjas, grim reapers, skeletons, and other horror-esque costumes. Once he got to the fountain in the middle of the park, he saw a kid who was wearing completely green… he looked like a superhero. “Ah! Genji?” Zenyatta spoke, tapping the kid on the shoulder. It was not his friend, however. The kid was dressed up as as Green Lantern. “Huh? Who are you?” The Caucasian kid looked down on Zen. “Oh? S-sorry…”
Genji told him that he would be dressing up as his favorite character from a Japanese cartoon, who wore green…
The kid walked off and Zenyatta looked around. Then, two arms wrapped around his torso and picked him up. Zenyatta, now with a shocked face, was about to yell. “H-H—“
“Shhhh! Zenny! It’s me.” A voice behind him said, and it was altered to a /slight/ robotic tone. “Genji….?” The boy in the green armor chuckled. “Yeees, Zenyatta?” He placed him down on the ground. Zenyatta turned around and gasped. “You look amazing!”
“And you look cute! Hey! We could be cool superheroes together!”
The shorter boy blushed softly. “Huh? I’m just a regular robot…” Genji placed his hands on Zenyatta’s shoulders. “No you’re not! You’re ZENYATTA! Your words of wisdom will help all! ….and someday, it’ll help me too. Oh!!” There Genji goes again…
“You could’ve helped me get out of a dark place, and THIS is the new person I become!” He pointed at himself when he said ‘this’. Zenyatta smiled warmly. “That sounds great, Genji…”
After that, another voice called over to them. It had a southern draw to it. The two turned around to see McCree, who was dressed up as a….
“Monster Hunter?! Woah! That’s awesome!” Genji jumped and ran over to him. Zenyatta smiled and followed Genji. “Thanks! Uh… where’s Hanzo?” Jesse looked rather confused as he looked around for the older Shimada brother. Genji sighed, “well, he said that he didn’t want to go trick-or-treating this year…”
The Monster Hunter frowned at that. “Is that so? Whatta shame…”
The green armored boy nodded and turned to walk away, soon followed by the two. Something stopped them, however. They heard a long, irritated sigh behind them.
The trio turned and gasped. It was Hanzo, and he actually dressed up as a demon! Wow. He really did stay true to what he said…
“Oh, look! Hanzo came!” Zenyatta pointed to the ashy grey male. “And fast.” Genji added.
“Me too..” Jesse whispered, cracking a small smile.
Hanzo growled and slapped McCree in the face. “Ow! I didn’t do anythin’!”
“Shut up. Okay… should we start now?” He spoke, and his fangs showed when his mouth opened. Horns sprouted from his head and he wore contacts that made his eyes completely white. “Hanzo, how did you do that so quickly?! I knew you were fast, but… wow.”
Hanzo frowned, and his teeth still could be seen. “I want his soul.” He pointed to McCree, who blinked a few times and pointed at himself. “Oh? You want lil’ ol’ me? Well, I AM a Monster Hunter. Good luck with that.”
And with that, Genji smiled brightly, followed by a loud gasp. The three looked at him with confused faces. “I FOUND THE PERFECT STORY!! MCCREE, ZENYATTA AND I FIGHT FOR JUSTICE-“
“-and peace-“ Zen added.
“-and candy-“ McCree butted in too.
“YEAH THAT TOO! But one day, an evil demon comes and tries to kill us!” Genji pointed at Hanzo, making his brother raise an eyebrow. “What?”
“The Hunter then tries to kill the demon-“
“-HAH-“ That noise came from Hanzo as Genji spoke. “BUT - lemme finish - he’s too captivated by the monster’s beauty!”
“I’d rather kill him.” His older brother frowned. “I mean, I wouldn’t mind that~” Jesse winked at Hanzo. Well, that action caused him to get punched in the arm. “Ow! I was joking!”
“Shut up you idiot.”
Genji laughed and turned around. “Come on guys! These bags aren’t going to fill themselves!”
The crew followed Genji, and Zenyatta spoke. “Wait, so, where does that leave Hanzo—“
“ZENYATTA NO—“ Hanzo started to yell before he was interrupted by Genji.
He took a deep breath. “WEEELLLL~ the demon was persuaded by the hunter to join us!” Another long sigh came from Hanzo. “Let’s just… go. We’re going to that house over there, correct?” He asked and pointed to a house. “According yo the map… yes.” Hanzo’s younger brother answered.
McCree blinked. Huh? “A map? You gotta map?” Without turning around, the green superhero took out a folded map and held it behind him. Jesse took the map and unfolded it, “oh.. I see.” He squinted a bit and frowned. “Y’know, it’d be nice if ya didn’t write it in Japanese…”
Hanzo snatched the paper from him and handed it to Genji, who folded it back up and placed it at the bottom of his candy bucket.
The kids walked up to the first house, and Genji knocked on the door. A second later, one woman came out with a bowl of chocolate candy. “Trick-or-treat!” The four said simultaneously. She smiled brightly and looked at Zenyatta first.
“Oh! What a cute robot!” She chirped, putting a miniature milk chocolate bar or two into his bag. He smiled. “Thank you.” The Caucasian lady then looked at McCree. “Oh? What do we have here? A Monster Slayer? Very good!” She praised him, also putting some chocolate into the bag. He chuckled, “thanks ma’am. My dad and padre helped me with it!”
The woman blinked and paused once Jesse said what she think he said. She shook her head reassured herself that he only meant his one father, and that he just calls him padre and dad. Moving on to Hanzo, the blonde had a rather shocked look on her face. That was scary… “woah. That’s a… very good monster costume!” Hanzo looked her dead in the eye (which she found weird since she couldn’t really make eye contact with him) and spoke. “I’m a demon.” She put a piece of chocolate in the bag and something else, but it was tied in a very small bag. Last but not certainly least, her eyes landed on Genji. She smiled wide and gave him chocolate.
(I’ll upload the other part in an hour hehe.. get ready for a buttload of tags)
a/n: took a break from my swawesome santa (also need a beta for that hmu if ur interested)to churn out some cheesy nurseydex. it……has been a rough few weeks. hope this makes some ppl smile. 6k, those Corny But Classic™ ‘things you said’ prompts.
things you said that surprised me
Don’t get Nursey wrong, he loves a good Kegster – sweaty, loud, beer spilling down the front of his shirt, the Haus practically pulsing with a mix off Holster’s iPod – but he thinks there may or may not be something to say for just hanging out in the living room with the guys, smoking weed or watching TV or just talking, piled on top of each other across the couch and happily enclosed in the trademark Haus Bubble.
It’s almost better than the rush he gets from crowdsurfing or dancing on the kitchen table, he thinks, digging his toes further beneath Dex’s legs. Dex pauses just to throw a halfhearted glare in his direction before taking a swallow of beer.
Something at the bottom of Nursey’s stomach flutters, immediately followed by a silent, internal berating. Get it together, you weirdo.
I wonder, since 6 are supposed to repress their fear why I that they are irl anxious and " what if something goes wrong" type.., but aren't they supposed to be unaware of their fear or deny it?
it sounds a bit paradox at first yes, but try to think of “repressing” as in “avoiding”/”pretending it’s not there (yet)”. imagine being in a video game and hearing the music of a boss fight, but then instead of entering the boss’ room 6 is like “nope nope nope, gotta turn around, do some level grinding first, i had no business of being here in the first place :’)))”. 6s live in a constant state of pre-fear.
they are afraid but they don’t know (and will never know) what exactly they are afraid of because they never entered the room in the first place. they just circle around it. but since all that built up anxiety needs an outlet, 6s are worrying about all kinds of stupid replacement-fears.
Request: For the requests, if you feel like it? Reader had confessed their feelings to one of the guys, and he turned them down, now batboy realizes that he wants them in his life but they’ve moved on?
Relationship: Dick Grayson x Reader
Warnings: lol this is so shitty I’m sorry, sad
A/N: sorry this is shit
This was it, your make it or break it moment. What could go wrong? Well your friendship could be ruined, not the time for those thoughts though. You walked up to one of your closest friends, Dick Grayson. The two of you had known each other for years and now you were about to confess your love for him.
“Hey Y/N!” He gave you the bright smile that you grew to love over the years. His arms wrapped around you as he gave you a hug. Nothing more than a friendly one though. It was a hug you’d seen him give to his friends multiple times. “I have the movies and popcorn all set up.”
“Uh, Great.” You say with a small smile and a heavy breathe.
“You okay? You seem kind of nervous.” He told you placing a friendly hand on your shoulder.
“Yeah, um there’s actually something I wanted to talk to you about.” You told him with a kind smile.
“Go ahead.” His eyes lit up with excitement, the bright grin you loved lighting up the room once again.
“I love you.” You blurted. ‘Way to go Y/N’ you told yourself, not exactly subtle now was it.
“I love you too, you’re my best friend Y/N” He told you oblivious to the fact of what you actually meant.. Men.
“No Dick, I love you more than a friend, like a partner.” You told him nervously.
“Y/N- I, I just got a partner, they’re in the other room.” He rambled on. “I’m sorry, but you’re my best friend.” You felt your heart break. ‘You’re my best friend.’ The words repeated in your head, like the ‘tick tock’ of a clock.
“I gotta go.” You mumbled turning around and walking out the door, ignoring his pleas and running to your car. ‘You’re my best friend’
1 month had passed since you last saw Dick Grayson. If you happened to see him on the street you’d simply pull your hood up farther, turn around and walk a little faster in the other direction. But now you sat in your car watching as your phone lit up and the name Dick Grayson appeared on your screen.You hesitated for a second before picking up the call.
“Meet me at the park? Please” Dick said before hanging up on you. Sighing you placed the phone on your passenger seat and began driving to the park. Right when you were getting over him he wanted to see you. When you got there you saw Dick’s large figure standing by a tree.
Preparing yourself you got out of your car and slowly walked towards him. He stood with his hands in his pockets and you took a deep breath before speaking to him. “Hey Dick.”
“Y/N!” He says giving you a hug in which you don’t return. He senses the tension and lets you go. “Sorry.”
“It’s okay, I’m a little busy though so what is it you needed?” You lied to him. You were only busy trying to not catch feelings for the man.
“I uh, I broke up with my partner.” He said looking you in the eye.
“And?” You asked avoiding his eye contact.
“I realized that I want you to be mine, I made a stupid decision and I’ve regretted it ever since I made it.” He tells you truthfully.
“Dick, I’ve gotten over you.” You whisper. “You’re my best friend, I can’t.”
Jeremy: I got all the kids in the car Ryan.
Ryan: Are you sure, did you count them all?
Jeremy: AH yes I did, Ryan we gotta turn around right now and tonight you’re sleeping on the couch.
Jeremy: Tonight you are sleeping in the basement.
Jeremy: Tonight you’re climbing up that chimney and makin’ a nest.
*Burnie and Barb laughing*
Jeremy: Tonight you are gonna go over to the Johnsons house and just chill out with the dog.
Jeremy: Tonight you are gonna just crawl down the well across the street and get me some water.
Ryan: *laughing* YOU KNOW THAT WATERS THE WORST IT’S COMPLETELY CONTAMINATED WITH HEPATITIS.