Summary: You were just a pre-school teacher, a simple dream that came true as you always adored children. But what you didn’t know, was how one child and her very special father would change you dream forever.
“Oh come on Y/N! You haven’t been out with us in forever, people are forgetting how you even look!” Your friend whined into the phone as you let out a long sigh, setting your book down unwillingly as you’d been reading it for the last hour.
It had been weeks since your friend, Hani had been begging you to go to the club with her, with you finding a reason to not almost every week.
“But–” you started, an excuse at the tip of your tongue as you had no intention of leaving this book. But she interrupted immediately.
“Nope! Don’t you even start! I’m picking you up in 30 minutes and you’re coming, even if I have to drag you out in your pajamas. So look pretty and get ready to get hooked up babe!”
Before you could protest, Hani ended the call, making you slump against the sofa, a long groan slipping past your lips.
It would help if we knew who we were looking for.
His name is Gideon. He's my son.
Your son is an infant.
He was, but he was kidnapped by his grandma who's evil and also the Black Fairy. She tortured him in a realm where time moves differently and now he's all grown up and he wants to kill Emma to steal her Savior powers.
I know it sounds crazy but--
No, not that. Hook, who had that in the pool?
That would be Grumpy. 'Kidnapped by, until now, unmentioned magical relative and molded for evil purposes.' Really nailed it. He is going to clean up.
I'm sorry, you bet on how my son would turn evil?
No, we bet on what magical shenanigans would go down once you gave birth. It happens every time there's a new baby here. I had "Gideon immediately falls into a portal for the sake of irony."
“He is beautiful beyond the dreams of pornography.”
Warnings: Very explicit sexual content. A/N: None of these pictures are mine, credits to the owners. Not proofread. Enjoy! **the keep reading doesn’t show up in mobile, so you can go to my description and find the story there
You remember the first time you saw him in front of
You got out of your apartment and into the hallway when
you saw his tall figure stumbling down the corridor. His jaw was was clenched
and he was breathing through his nose – every exhale echoing through the old,
decaying corridor of your building.
He finally lost balance and stumbled into a wall,
coming to a stop, and pressing his back flush against the torn wallpaper of the
corridor. He started sliding down the wall, his legs slowly giving out.
Request:anonymous:Could you write something where Rumlow had a daughter that they had the winter soldier protect and they gave her certain trigger words that disable the soldier mode incase he lost control? Since he’s dead now and she’s still a minor she runs away to find the avengers and gets the trigger words to them to help Bucky. He remembers her and how as a child she would sneak him snacks and how kind she was to him. The team ends up keeping her since she’s a kid with no place to go.
A/N: I find this fic really cute, the idea was great so the story turned out great. Thank you anaon! I am too tired to write ANYTHING anymore, so I’ll just stop. I didn’t wanna use google translate so I sneaked in some hindi in this fic. Please overlook any mistake I couldn’t edit that much. Hope you like it!
Warnings: mentions of being captive, being sedated, cells.
Word Count: 1696
It was a usual day for him, for the winter soldier. After being stitched back together and being given the necessary to keep him just alive, he was thrown in his cell again. he didn’t struggle, struggling just made it worse. Struggling was of no use.
He looked up the window from where the moonlight or the sunlight would seep through sometimes, clinking his metal fingers against the bars so the biting silence which waited with its jaws open wouldn’t hurt so much. He was looking down, drumming his fingers when he couldn’t feel the light on his eyes. He looked up and found a child looking curiously at him. why wasn’t she scared?
‘are you the winter soldier?’ she tilted her head and looked at him with her curious (y/e/c) eyes. He was too tired to function, and he wasn’t allowed to talk to anyone, he kept mum and gave her a glare. ‘you have very pretty eyes’ she sat down cross legged and smiled at him. this was new.
‘go away.’ Was all he said.
‘it’s hot, are you hot?’ she asked unaffected by tone which was used with her. boy was he, they never gave him cold water, and the suit didn’t help either. ‘here, I got you an ice cream cone.’ She offered him the bright wrapper treat. He was always on a strict diet, he really wanted to take it, some voice inside him said he had really liked such sweet treats.
‘I can’t.’ He said almost grimly and looked down. ‘go away, or they will hurt me.’ he muttered and then looked at her. ‘you too, maybe.’
‘they won’t, please take it. you will fell nice and cool-‘she heard footsteps and quickly handed it to him. ‘sit in’ she pointed. ‘that corner, they won’t be able to see you there’ she said. ‘bye, wintey!’ she chirped and ran away.
It was an alien experience for him, he wasn’t used to such….. warmth. He hesitated a little but picked the cone up and unwrapped it. And that’s how the winter soldier had an ice-cream for the first time in decades.
Her visits became more frequent, and he wasn’t complaining. She was sweet, she would talk to him, crack weird jokes, bring him snacks, braid his hair, tell him stories, give him drawings of herself and him. it was all nice, he was feeling again. affection does that.
She came back and he eagerly walked to the window, almost forgetting his broken rib. But it didn’t matter, she was here, what was her name..? he didn’t care. He went there and received a little kiss on his cheek, it was the first time she had done that.
She fixed her hairband and ran a hand through her (y/h/c) hair.
‘you look very happy, ___’ he looked at her.
‘yeah-‘before she could finish she was picked up by someone. It was Rumlow, he recognized him at once.
‘you slimy, sick, bastard, how dare you even talk to my daughter!’ he growled. Bucky’s ‘handlers’ busted in the room. everything happened so quick, he just couldn’t wrap his head around it all. She was being taken away from him, he struggled, he couldn’t let the little happiness he had left go away. He punched, he kicked but soon; he couldn’t. he was sedated.
‘he’s a bad man, sweetie.’ Rumlow started to walk away and rubbed her back soothingly. Her eyes were fixed on bucky’s and his on her. ‘wintey’ she mouthed with a hint of tears in her eyes. With the last of his strength, he shouted, he called out her name.
‘(Y/N)!!’ bucky shouted and sat up in his bed. he wiped the sweat and realized it was a dream, a repressed memory that found its way back to him. the memory of her, of (y/n), sweet, little, kind (y/n).
You were here, standing in front of the avengers’ base. you wanted to go, you wanted to help him, you wanted to expiate for what your father had done. But you couldn’t find the strength. After a lot of chaos, you made you way to the gates.
‘for him.’ you thought. ‘you were stopped by the guard. ‘I-I am Brock Rumlow’s daughter’ you said with great difficulty and the guard’s eyes gre wide. ‘I am here to help.’ You said and he was quick to make a call.
A call had set everything in a quick motion. What was it? bucky thought. A new mission? A new problem? Nobody would explain him. just pass away after giving him a soft expression.
You were standing in front on earth’s mightiest heroes, while they studied you. you hadn’t felt this conscious in your rugged clothes before.
‘I didn’t know he had a daughter.’ Clint broke the silence as he breathed.
‘he kept it off records, he knew the system quite well.’ Natasha said.
‘kid, we won’t hurt you, but before you tell us more about those codes you talked about, can you tell us how you got here?’ tony asked as he stepped forwards and looked at you. you too a deep breath and nodded.
‘i-I ran away. Dad was the only family member I had. With him gone… I couldn’t take it so I ran away. I don’t know how or what to feel about him. I just want to help,’ you looked up at them. ‘expiate for what my father did.’
‘it’s very brave of you (y/n)’ bruce smiled at you. it indeed was very brave for a teenage girl like you to travel such a great distance all by yourself.
‘where is he?’ you asked. Tony nodded and called steve.
Steve grabbed bucky’s arm and gave him an assuring smile, bucky returned it but he was scared, were they going to do something to him? he shook that thought away and got ready for whatever it was.
Bucky stopped when he saw the girl standing in front of him, same (y/e/c) eyes but less curious and more tired, (y/h/c) still shiny and what they seemed like soft, the same complexion just a little darker because of all the sun you must have been in. it couldn’t be. It couldn’t be you.
‘bucky, this is (y/n).’ steve said and he didn’t care what else he had to say. It was (y/n), his little companion (y/n). the sweet little, but not so little now, (y/n).
‘(y/n)?’ he breathed and you nodded with a familiar smile. ‘(y/n)!’ he moved closer to you and sounded happy. The avengers were very confused at this sight. Bucky wasn’t one to smile, how could he grin like that on seeing the girl?
‘wintey.’ You said rather sheepishly and he scrunched his nose. ‘how are you?’ you tilted your head in the same way.
‘very happy.’ He replied. ‘me too’ you said. ‘why are you here?’ he asked.
‘to help you.’ you answered. ‘your programming, I can undo it. you were once sent to protect me. I had a code which could bring you to the ‘neutral’ state if you were to lose control.’ You explained and everyone listened carefully.
‘buck, do you wanna do it?’ steve asked. Codes. The words did something to him he couldn’t explain. He was scared but it was you, you wouldn’t hurt him, would you?
‘I do.’ bucky looked steve in the eyes and then looked at you. ‘you won’t hurt me. I just know.’ He said and you nodded.
‘it’s a very powerful code and it was made in hindi. you might feel dizzy or faint.’ You said and he nodded understandingly. ‘okay.’ You smiled and took in a sharp breath. Everyone took a defensive position without looking too obvious.
‘dard.’ You said and his breathing hitched. ‘dost.’ He felt something flooding back to him. ‘vardi.’ He sat down, breathing heavily and steve and others stood by him. ‘loha.’ He felt a sting. ‘insan.’ Everything around him started spinning. ‘andhera.’ There wasn’t enough oxygen. ‘aatman.’ His eyes started to close. ‘shaanti.’ His eyes closed and you stood close to him.
‘what happened?! Is he okay!?’ steve asked and everyone looked at you.
‘he is. Let him sleep. he will wake up, things will start getting better.’ You smiled at him and lightly patted his hand.
17 hours. It took him 17 hours to wake up. steve greeted him with a tired smile when he rose from his bed.
‘how do you feel?’ steve asked.
‘light.’ Bucky replied after thinking a little. He rubbed his face ‘what happened?’
‘when (y/n) said the last word-‘
‘where’s she?’ he asked as the memory came back to him.
‘oh, here for now, sleeping on the floor in the living room.’ he replied and scoffed. ‘weirdly cute kid, said everything else was-‘
‘too soft.’ He interrupted and steve nodded. he quickly made his way to find you. upon reaching the common room he found you peacefully curled up on the floor with your old backpack. He ran to your side and sat down next to you. god, you had grown so much.
Your eyes shot open and you sat up to face him. your father had trained you well.
‘oh, it’s you.’ you rubbed your eyes.
‘yeah, it’s wintey.’he grinned and you chuckled.
‘I was a kid.’ You muttered.
‘you kinda still are.’ He shrugged.
‘not really,’ you stood up and he followed. ‘I have to be all grown up now.’ You gave him a tight smile and hung your bag. ‘bye, I gotta go, was just waiting to see if you are okay. I hope you have a great life-‘
‘nuh-uh. You are not leaving me again. you’re not going anywhere.’ He pointed.
‘you can stay here, kiddo.’ Steve was leaning against the door frame. ‘we got plenty of rooms.’
‘thank you. but i-‘ you couldn’t speak anymore for bucky had pulled you in a tight embrace. When was the last time you got a hug?
‘nope, not going anywhere.’ He mumbled in your hair.
‘thanks.’ Your muffled voice came out. He pulled away and had a grateful look.
‘thank you,’ he kept a hand on your cheek. ‘for everything you did.’ he ruffled your hair.
Pairing: Jerome Valeska/Joker x Reader x Peter Parker/Spiderman.
AU included: DC/MARVEL. Possible Suicide Squad.
Prompt: You had enough with Jerome as he keeps seducing other girls in front of you so you plan to leave him and go to New York. Where you will find yourself stuck in the web of another bug who will fall in love with you.
Ey~ The author is back from obsessing with a boy named Chase Goehring who almost looks like Cameron Monaghan now that he is all grown up lolol; anyways. IM BACK, I got author’s block so I just added the clown ;). Also I might add the Suicide Squad if you guys don’t mind, just for the fillers of the charaters~ Anyways I hope you guys like it! It’s kind of rushed but I just hope you guys still enjoy reading it. Also to declare my love for Chase, I added his original song here~ Check him out if you want!!! Ps. I’m still trying to practice my transitions XD
“So,” Steve Rogers coughed at the silence. “(Y/N), we would provide all your needs and clean your criminal record if you become a trainee of the Avengers just like Mr. Parker here.” He sipped the black coffee while staying eye contact at you, the whole Avengers including Nick Fury are here. Staring intently at you, waiting for your answer. Well except for Clint Barton who is cleaning his arrows and Tony Stark who is playing Mobile Legends on his device. Even though he has a Bluetooth earplug on, you could steal hear the sound waves slipping out.
“If not, we would have to put in you in death sentence for all the crimes you did.” Nick Fury fixed his eye at you while Bruce Banner nodded. “It’s for the safety miss.” Bruce said.
Peter stared at you; you were beside him throughout the session about what they would do to you. Tony Stark found you inside Peter’s bedroom and by force he cuffed your hands up while you gazed back at him with antipathy. He along with Peter brought to you to the Stark Building while Peter stared at you in worry and guilt. He couldn’t feel but blame himself of letting you get caught. If he gave you to the policemen it would be much better since they didn’t really know exactly who you’re than giving you to the Avengers and if you declined their option then you would be dead. He just hoped that you considered the accord
This might be the beginning of the change in your life, you thought. You wouldn’t let this decision to a waste, “Well, sure.” You beamed.
Steve almost spitted his coffee, “That sure?”
“How could we surely know if she won’t back stab us?” Natasha Romanoff banged both of her hands on the table and stood, she stared at the members and Fury for answers and death glared you while you just jerked your shoulders up in reply. Fury breath out heavily in annoyance, “Romanoff sit down. I’ll assign someone to look out for her.”
“And who is this someone?” Wanda Maximoff initiated while Vision bobbed his head at her question.
“Bucky Barnes, are you willing to?” Every person in the room stared at the Winter Soldier who was, as well, startled at what Fury said. He nictates then has grasped to the reality, “No.”
“Barnes,” Sam Wilson threatened.
“Barnes it is, you will train her tomorrow between six to ten and would be beside her at any cost.” Fury nodded while Barnes mumbled incoherent words as he whined to himself at the negligence. Peter shot his hand to the air and they considered to look at him, “Isn’t it better if I? You know, teach her? I know her more.” Fury didn’t spared an eye at him and continue on discussing. You gave him a knowing smile for at least trying; the boy was embarrassed but nodded at you. At least he gave a good impression to you.
“I chose him because I heard from your records you prefer using guns and your aim is quite good so he’s good for you.” Fury added, you just agreed along. It’s not like it could be hard right? You thought. Fury rose and nodded at the group.
You take it all back; being schooled by this gloomy man is hard as fuck than you would ever think of. Now that you know his true colors, you would want to acknowledge at Peter educating you instead. If only there’s a working time machine.
“Alright doll! Training is over, now screw off.” Bucky gathered up the guns and started to clean them. You rolled your eyes and do what he said. You and Barnes never had a good connection to each other, he trains you and that’s it. He didn’t even bother to try and start up a conversation to you. As for the other Avengers, you were pretty good friends with Sam and Bruce. Sam was like a big brother to you and Bruce was like the father you never had, literally. Your father just died when you were a child and you didn’t spend a lot of time with him so you considered it. But with the other Avengers member, you were in an awkward acquaintance stage; you don’t really talk to them much, especially to Natasha. You could feel her preparing to clash onto you as soon as you entered a room with her on it. Now between your relationship with Peter, it started to blossom. You found yourself entertained being with him and you two being close as ever. Tony even teased about how you two are like a couple and you both just retorted with just laughing it all out but you didn’t notice the blush on Peter’s face as he stuttered, denying it.
You walked towards the kitchen and opened the fridge to get a cool water after all the combat training and learning how to use all of the guns, as you closed it you sensed someone near at the are. It was Peter in his enhanced suit made by Stark, he was upside down but then flipped and landed on the ground. “So, uh, I noticed you’ve been changing?”
“Hm?” you chugged down the water while looking at him in amusement.
“I mean you’re not like before. Insane and stuff, it’s great!” He scratched the nape on his neck and bashfully looks at you.
You chuckled at him trying to compliment you by starting a conversation, which was quite awkward. “Thanks mate,” you smiled at him. Yes, you indeed notice that there was a drastic change on living in New York and at the spare room of the tower for a month. Not only did you not think about your past relationship but you were healing with the help of Bruce and Tony with their medication, you didn’t even think that Tony can be a therapist but he just shrugged it off by saying he just learned how to by just reading some books few hours ago which you didn’t regard on but Bruce told you otherwise.
“So why early here? Don’t you have school?” you leaned towards the counter.
“School cancelled off and I just want to hang out with my best friends. Also you’re around my age why are you not enrolled in school instead?”
“Green guy teaches me, Fury couldn’t trust me going to school without making a ruckus.”
“Well that’s sad,” he said but you couldn’t help but notice his body language. He seems to drone out in his mind.
“Well, err, could you teach me how to play a guitar? I heard from Mr. Stark that you know how to play instruments and used to perform music at the circus. The class needs to play an original song on a stage individual for the Music subject. I don’t really listen in this subject to be honest,” he was playing on his hands as he looks sheepishly at the ground. You chortled a laugh, “Oh wow, the wise Peter needs my help?”
“I seriously need your help (Y/N).”
“Yeah, yeah. I’ll help you; I’ll just take a shower. Meet me in front of my rom by eleven. Also, dress normal.” You stared up and down at his suit.
“Thank you so much!”
“Now that’s good notes right there,” complimenting him as he strung the guitar that he borrowed from you. He asked if he could use it for the presentation and you just comply nonetheless. You and Peter made a tune for the past few days and he was going to perform tomorrow. When he finished he grinned an adorable smile at you while you clap your hands.
“We made the tune but how about the lyrics?”
“Don’t worry about that, I already made few lines,” he murmured.
It was now Wednesday. You are with Bucky and have managed to sneak in at the school where Peter attended. You got miffed when Bucky lend a hand but respected it since Fury ordered him, it’s not like the man has a choice. When you arrived the basketball area where the stage is, a lot of people compiled in. You and Bucky stuck around the corner with your masks up, trying to blend in. One by one people played, some got the hang on it, some just doesn’t know how to sing or play, some didn’t follow the rules and sang a non-homemade song. Then it came to Peter, he was there looking around. Evident that he was nervous. His eyes landed at you, which was shocked, he didn’t tell you to come and you came by your own will. He returned his concentration to what he was supposed to do, now more anxious than before. He grabbed the hold of the mic and introduced himself “Uh, Hi? M-My name is Peter Parker and I m-made a song called ‘Hurt’. It is basically about a girl in a bad relationship and I’m kind of like, hey you’re not in a good position right now. I could really help you now if you just gave me a chance.”
He then averted his attention back to you, “Uh, okay I’ll just. Err, play now.”
He then proceeded to play the tune that you taught him, not missing a note. To be honest, his voice didn’t sound that great but it was full of emotions that you wouldn’t care about it.
Your heart started to ache; you now know why he won’t let you assist him on writing the lyrics. This song was about you, you felt flattered but at the same time in full devastation. You started to recall your memories about Jerome.
The first greetings, “Hey my name’s Jerome. You?”
The way he comforts you when you got tomatoes stains on your outfit,“Don’t worry, someday I’ll get you out of this hell hole. For the time being, let me help you practice more so that it won’t happen again.”
The first I love you’s, “I love you my queen, will you be my girlfriend?”
The gift’s he gave to you, ”Darling I have something for you! It’s a pistol!”
The lie’s he said to you, “She’s just another toy, love. I still love you.”
The way he got angry when you pestered what his relationship with Harley is.
“I had enough with this bullshit Jerome!” the guards where out of the room where all of the mentally ill people is for three pm to five. You where harshly whispering at Jerome trying not makes a scene but then he beat you to it. “I’M SICK OF YOU FUCKING PESTERING ME THE SAME SUBJECT OVER AND OVER AGAIN, WELL UNLIKE YOU SWEETHEART SHE IS NOT BORING AND ALMOST SANE!” he grabbed a hold of your hair that was on ponytail and yanked you towards his face. The people around you silenced and watched the scene occur, probably enjoying it. Barbara stared at you, her face plastered concern and disorientation. Jerome grinned ferociously and noticed the reticence that started to hug the place, “Don’t worry about us! We are just having a couple fight~” That night when you were in your room you started to wail silently, pondering where is the Jerome you adored.
When he was about to get into the second verse, you left with your eyes bulging out with tears. Bucky begun to chase you but you eventually run out of the building and onto the yard section. Some people where eating their lunch there and pestering happily. Bucky lost you and started to find you everywhere, his eyebrows furrowed. That’s when he heard the scream of girls nearby, the door beside him started to bang as it opened and girls and some males started to flee while crying franticly. He was confused so he entered and was soon meet with a group of people; he only knew two of them. He noticed you were there, kneeling. The group held weapons, some were wearing a mask some didn’t care less. He runs towards you, backing you up as he brought out his guns that were hidden in his jacket. Aiming towards the man.
You stared in front you couldn’t believe it. After all those days, he meant his word.
“(Y/N), darling! I missed you so much!”
There he was, the man who broke your heart into pieces.
“I found you! I won the game. Now I need the price, I need you.”
Who could’ve thought that you were bad at the game of Hide n’ Seek.
Summary: “Guys my age don’t know how to touch me, don’t know how to love me good…” After dumping her cheating, chronically-stoned boyfriend, Y/N Y/L/N swears she’s fucking DONE with guys her age. Enter Min Yoongi, Y/N’s old crush– who also happens to be her father’s coworker. Y/N and Yoongi run into each other at a club, where Y/N’s only goal is to come for the first time in months. Yoongi is more than happy to help her reach it.
Warnings: SMUT, cursing, age-gap
Word count: 6,034
A/N: Has anyone noticed my Hey Violet obsession yet? I’m thinking of doing something for “Unholy” next after I finish my “to-be-completed” list… let me know what u think ;) Follow for more or subscribe to me on AO3, where I’m listed as MelWinchester/PichiWrites. notes and reblogs help me out ever so much! Love love love <3 (gif not mine)