#platonic!

💞 — in which i pick from the things i like about people in my life, and decide they would like it too. 💞 — featuring; lilia vanrouge, leona kingscholar, vil schoenheit, epel felmier and the beloved grim!! 💞 — gender neutral reader. 100-120 words each. warnings: a bit suggestive in some. 💞 — part one. part two. part three. part four. staff ver.

🩷 — Ticklish body!

LILIA VANROUGE.

Oh, Lilia loves how ticklish you are. One day, he knelt to help you tie the laces of your shoes and was pleasantly surprised to feel you tense and huff when his fingers brushed against your ankle. The second time he tested your ticklishness was when he checked a wound you had sustained after falling. His fingers cupped the crook of your knee while you sat in the grass, and he was just delighted at the way you jumped and rambled protests about how ticklish you were. As you get closer, his examinations are more shameless, straddling you while his fingers find their way, tickling across your sides and beneath your arms, drawing out laughs and tears from you.

Hehe I made that dumb post about twenty year old reader using slang around all these very important scientists and engineers and now I’ve gotten Stratt put into the mix. Love it.

This one’s a little shorter than my other oneshots, hope that’s okay!

Project Hail Mary x reader (platonic!)

Reader is twenty, Stratt and Grace are late thirties.

MDNI

Masterlist here!

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Coffee Addict

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Coffee wasn’t just a nice drink to have in the morning, but a drug that everyone in the building abused more than five times a day. There were more coffee ground bags than water cups, more coffee mugs than staplers, more creamer bottles than snacks.

You were one of the frequent visitors of the coffee station, even keeping your own mug in the cabinet alongside Dr. Ryland Grace’s and Eva Stratt’s. The two had been very adamant about decreasing your intake, but that never stopped you from grabbing something on your way to work. (To their chagrin)

You’d been the last one in the building besides the security guards, lights still on in the office you’d taken up as your own for your storage plans regarding the Hail Mary. The reason you were there wasn’t complicated equations or scientific solutions, but a lot of measuring and managing storage capacity. The Hail Mary was a gigantic ship that would be home to three people until they passed, so you had to make sure there was enough storage for every inch of the craft. You’d get lost in your work; sketching, measuring, making small dioramas to physically show Stratt what the plans were and how’d they function, and lots of blueprints.

Other people handled the materials, you did all the cool organizational stuff.

Anywho, you were aware that it was late, pitch black outside and the building quiet, but you remedied that by placing your speaker on the counter by the door and blasting an early 2010’s best hits list you found online. You moved around the room, singing along as you gathered materials, bags heavy under your eyes, heart buzzing with unnatural caffeine flowing through your veins.

Stratt came into work a little earlier than normal, wanting to follow up on a few reports and prepare for an important meeting later that morning. She quirked a brow as she saw a light down a hall she swore no one would be in at this hour, the faint sounds of muffled music traveling just far enough for her to hear. A deep sigh left her nose as she followed it, sipping at her coffee as she walked inside.

You hadn’t noticed the door open or the woman stepping inside until you turned around, screeching in fright and dropping your scissors. You stumbled back into the table your work was piled on top of, grabbing the front of your shirt as your heart really felt like it was about to stop. Stratt stared at you, unamused, reaching over to your speaker and clicking the mute button, “[Name].”

“Hey-Heeeeeey..” you slumped a little, “you scared the shit out of me, oh my god.” She huffed, “you haven’t left since yesterday.”

“Wha- how do you know??”

“You’re wearing the same clothes. I’m not stupid.”

“Never said you were..” you grumbled, but her eyes softened a little, just a fraction you barely noticed, “Go lay down in my office, I’m not letting you drive home. With our luck, you’ll crash your car and we won’t have anyone to replace you.”

“Ugh. I’m fiiiine.” You complained, head lolling to the side a little.

“I’m not asking. Go.” She stepped aside so you could grumpily shuffle out of the room, turning the light off and shutting the door behind the both of you. Her office was nice, comfortable couch on one side, desk, chairs, shelves, the works. You laid down and curled up, the exhaustion finally getting to you even as your heart screamed like a freight train. You felt a cold hand on your head before darkness came for you, out like a light.

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“Uh- who’s that?” Stratt looked over at you on her couch, still dead asleep, blanket tossed over you by Grace a few hours ago, “Storage consultant and designer for the Hail Mary.”

“And they’re..” the scientist looked very confused, had he never seen a sleep-deprived college student before?

“Asleep. Yes. Can we focus?” The man turned away from you, “ah- yes. Apologies.”

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That’s it for now! Hope you enjoyed! Have a nice day and stay safe!

⤷ ゛DISGUSTING ˎˊ˗

The Kent farmhouse was too quiet.

Which was suspicious, because in a house lived in by one nineteen-year-old who can't even really be classified a man given his attitude, and a currently visiting ten-year-old boy—silence like this didn't come simply.

That was unless they were asleep, they were grounded, or they were doing something stupid outside.

But even then, if one of them were allowed to roam, something usually happened.

"Kon-El?" You called, "Kon-El? Clone?"

Nothing.

You frowned, "Kon-El...?"

Still no response. Until, a soft rustle came from the kitchen.

You turned your head slowly—just in time to see a tiny mop of black hair pop around the edge of the wall.

Jon-El stared at you with wide, guilty eyes and an even guiltier smear of chocolate across his entire face, as if he'd dunked his head inside of a dessert instead of eating it.

"Were you eating your Nana's brownies again?" You asked carefully.

The little boy's face went through all of the stages of grief in two seconds, "I would never!"

You looked down at his jumper that was decorated with brownie crumbs.

"Mm-hm."

Jon zipped across the room before remembering Clark's 'no flying in your grandparent's house' rule at the last second, slowing abruptly to a stop right at your knees.

He hugged you tightly, "I didn't know you were visiting today!"

You melted a little, ruffling his hair, "I wasn't planning on it."

Jon leaned back, hands gripping your sleeves, "Are you looking for Konner?"

"Kon-El," You sighed. You hate how barely anyone calls the other by their Kryptonian names.

"And, yeah. He's not answering my calls, which means he's either busy or ignoring me on purpose again."

"Konn– Kon-El...said that if anyone asked where he went, I'm supposed to say on a flight instead off to Timmy's."

You blinked once, genuinely taken aback, "Jon-El...you just told me where he went."

Jon slapped both hands over his mouth, "Oh my God!"

"It's okay–"

"He's gonna throw me into the hay stacks again!"

"He wouldn't do that– wait. Again?"

"He did it once because I laughed at his hair."

"Oh...yeah, no, that makes sense."

Jon tugged at your sleeves aggressively, "Please don't tell him I told you!"

"I won't," You promised, patting his cheek gently, "But I'm still gonna go find him. I need his help."

Jon nodded with solemn relief.

"But seriously, go wash your face before your Nana sees you."

"Okay!" He grinned, skipping toward the kitchen sink.

You groaned as you exited the house, not particularly looking forward to the flight to Gotham. You swear you spend more time there than in Kansas and Metropolis combined.

The Manor's outdoor lights were dim, the windows glowing just enough to reflect the clouds overhead. You landed quietly on the steps and knocked once out of politeness before letting yourself in.

"Miss," Alfred greeted, not even looking up from dusting a painting, "Welcome back. What brings you here today?"

"Hello, Alfred," You smiled at the man, "I'm looking for Tim."

"Master Tim is in his chambers," He told you, "I'd make sure to knock before entering."

That feels almost...threatening.

"Yeah, thanks, Alfred!"

You navigated the halls easily—years of visiting just for fun had taught you the manor like the back of your hand. You lifted a hand and knocked lightly on Tim's door.

No answer.

You're feeling way too impatient right now, Alfred ominous warning not even registering as you pushed the door open.

"Hey, Tim, do you know–"

You stopped.

Kon was most certainly here.

And so was Tim.

Both on Tim's bed.

Very, very close. Also very, very much mid-makeout.

"Oh my Rao."

Kon jolted backwards so far he fell off the bed, "We were– uh– studying!"

"Studying for what?! Neither of you study biology in university! And you definitely don't need to be caressing eachother's abdomens for that!"

Tim made a noise that could only be described as emotional flatlining.

Kon scrambled to his feet, hair sticking up in crazy directions, face bright red, "It wasn't– we weren't– it's not– okay it is what it looks like, but–"

You put your face in your hands, mumbling into your hands about how gross it was to find them this way.

Tim exhaled sharply, rubbing his face, "We were going to tell people! At some point! Eventually..."

"Soon enough," Kon muttered under his breath.

You gasped, lifting your head and pointing accusedly, "That's why you keep on running away randomly! You weren't avoiding us– you were making out with Tim!"

"Can you stop talking," Tim hisses, mortified.

You paced the carpet in small, frantic circles, "This is great. This is so great. Kara is going to flip–"

Kon's head whipped towards you, "Don't tell Kara!"

"Yeah! She's busy with Barbara!"

There was a small pause in the room as the words settled in the air.

"And I thought you were the smart one," You said before abruptly turning on your heel toward Tim's window.

Both boys shouted, "Wait!"

You grabbed the latch, shoved it open, and crawled onto the windowsill.

"No! Please! You've always been my favourite cousin!"

Too late, you had already shot off into the afternoon air.

And while the flight to Barbara's apartment wasn't long, it felt eternally longer when your brain kept replaying the image of Kon and Tim disgustingly fused together.

You attempted to scrub the memory out by flying faster. Sadly, it didn't help.

"Ew. Ew. Ew! Alfred warned me! And I just ignored him! I so deserve this," You groaned mid-air, rubbing your palms against your eyes.

The skyline of Barbara's apartment finally rose into veiw and you gently dipped into the alleyway beside the building, the ground of Gotham still smelling like rain from last night's storm.

Thankfully, after the incident, her landlord moved Barbara down to the first floor, so it's not like you had a long way to go.

You knocked on the door, frowning when you were answered with silence.

You knocked again, "Hellooo? Babs? Kara? Are you guys in there?"

Nothing. Again.

That was weird.

You practically bashed the door when you knocked again. Still nothing.

"Weirdos," You murmured under your breath, "Could they have gone out?"

That was when you heard a shuffle. Good, they were still in there. Were they just ignoring you on purpose? What is everyone's issue today?

You let out a small sigh, totally, one hundred percent, ignorant to the puff of ice escaping your mouth and frosting the handle in ice.

You flicked the handle, smiling to yourself when it shattered off.

"Sorry Barbara," You said as you walked into the house, "I'm sure there's a door handle at–"

Your eyes widened.

You have to be joking.

Barbara was still seated on her wheelchair, her hair slightly mused and her glasses crooked where they lay on her face. Kara was half-hovering above her, face bright and pink and very much looking as though she was in heaven.

Both women jerked like a gun had just been pointed at them when they heard you gasp.

"Oh my Rao!"

"Oh...hi."

You stared. They stared. All three of you held your breaths.

"Why is everyone making out?!"

Kara's face turned a shade of deep crimson, "Well we weren't– okay, we were. But–"

Barbara just sighed, straightening her glasses as Kara continued to freak out on you, "What do you mean everyone?!"

You slapped your hand over your head, "I literally just found Tim and Kon slobbering all over eachother!"

Kara's eyes widened, "Kon likes boys?!"

Barbara stared up at you with stars in her eyes, "Oh my gosh, thank you so much for making this known. Dick owes me fifty."

You groaned, shaking your head at the both of them, "I can't. I can't. Why are you all philandering? Without letting me know!"

They both just sort of gave you an unapologetic look, Barbara letting out a small giggle at the way you exasperatedly turn.

You opened the half-broken door very carefully, totally ignorant to Kara's please to not tell Clark.

"Are you even listening? Please don't tell Kal-El! Please, please, please! Or Lois! Please!"

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It all started when your mum decided to come to your work, the military base only for your mother to beg you to come back.

"Name, someone is here to see you" Your captain called out to you while you were doing paperwork.

You were confused, "Who?" You asked but Captain just nodded you over.

You placed everything down and decided to walk over to where you spotted your team trying to calm down the situation and that's when you saw her.

Thats when your expression faded instantly, the same mother who kicked out and called you names that will forever sink into your mind.

Then you turned around to walk away until she called out, the name you once swore to her to never call you that again. "Angel! There you are, oh how I missed you"

Everyone turned their gaze at you. Gaz, Soap and Ghost all stood there while Captain was standing beside you, taking a single glance over to you to see your expression.

You had a frown plastered on your face once you heard her. But you didn't say anything.

"Oh my baby, Please.. look at me" You mother begged "I need to see your face after all these years".

"Or what" You hissed, then you turned around to reveal your red and teary face. "That you'll call a mistake again?.. an embarrassment? Kicking me out for being.. Oh I don't know" You gritted your teeth "Useless!" You hissed at her.

"That's enough sergeant" John commanded, a hand squeezing on your shoulder to calm you down.

But your mother made it worse "That doesn't matter anymore, you were young. You didn't know how terrible you were at things. Please I need you to come back to me"

"And do the horrible things you did to me when I was younger!?" You growled, make your way over to her but was stopped by John grabbing your arms to stop you but let you leash out.

"You are a horrible mother.. You made me think horrible stuff about myself, the words have also been on my mind ever since you kicked me out when I was little, had to fight for myself. And here you are.." You cried.

You shrugged John off, then glared at your mother one last time "I never want to see your face again." You growled, then began to walk away.

"Get her out of here!" You yelled out, hearing your mother shouted out to you, but you blocked her out and walked to your room to crash out.

Now here you were, in a trashed room. Everything placed on the ground as you sat on the floor at the edge of your bed, crying into your hands until a knock was heard at your door.

Wiping away the tears until you spoke "Come in" You voiced cracked, making you feel weak.

"How are you doin' Kid?" John's voice asked. "Never better" You said with sarcasm, brushing hair out of your face.

"The others are wondering if you're okay"

"Do I look okay" You finally turned to him to reveal your red and puffy eyes, your room is a mess too if he could see that already.

"Look.." He stood in your room, then closed your door and made his way to you. "We got her off the base but that was one hell of a show you put on" He chuckles trying to lighten the mood.

You sniffled "Everyone has bad days, bad people in their lives that will come back in your life but.." He then sat down next to you.

"There are people that want you to be okay, wants to help you in any possible way if you let them" He places a reassuring hand on your head making you close your eyes in the process

"And we're all here for you kid"

You rested your head on his shoulder, his arms now slung over your shoulder as you both sat in silence.

"Thanks Captain"

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Happy 4th, fireworks are loud, I’m writing off two melatonin.

John knew you loved fireworks, but hated the loud noise.

It was the boom, bringing your mind back to the warfare and fields. Too young for your own good, but at most a good soldier. It was a love hate relationship, one all of the guys knew too well.

You had admitted one time you’ve been like that since you were a little girl, a firework getting you once and leaving a nasty burn, and you never trusted them again. Price took it into consideration, always.

Whenever they went off in the UK, you were already seeking shelter in his body, gluing yourself into his skin as he tried to calm you down. He’d let you hide, placing headphones and hushing you softly like a baby. Sometimes it was just you two, other times the boys would join into a cuddle puddle, keeping you warm and safe.

So when Laswell and her wife invited the team and you out to America for a Fourth of July party, you were already withering with anxiety. He knew right away this was going to be an issue, but you being you, absolutely insisted it was ok. You didn’t want to ruin the party or the trip to America or be a bad guest, or or or... It would be fine!!

Famous last words.

Their house was gorgeous and Kate’s wife adored you. She was babying you, already trying to mess with your hair or help put on sunscreen, and with your anxiety you didn’t fight it. But she wasn’t your father figure, she wasn’t Price. It was nice, but you wanted your dad. Where is dad? Why isn’t dad here with you? You wanted dad.

“Look at you pretty girl, did Mrs. Laswell braid your hair?” Finally, Price came into the kitchen smiling, sweet to you as ever. He was always so sweet to you, knowing full well that you were his weak spot.

You nodded, gripping the full plate she had given you, when she had went on about being “too skinny”. Kate had tried to pacify her wife, but it was a bit hard when she had a girl to coo over. He let you stick around him as you ate, talking with the others as everybody was piling inside. The summer heat and mosquitoes getting to everybody.

It was fine here with him and the team, being between Ghost and Price, two big men. It felt safe and comfortable, but it had to start eventually. And sure enough, by the time it turned dark the big loud booms started. John knew you were already panicking, your knee bouncing.

He had tried the small things first, headphones or your blanket, even going as far as trying to sit on his lap with your stuffie. He had taken you to the safety of the porch to sit on, but you still seemed scared. The men had made a few attempt to try to comfort you but nothing worked. Still shaking like a leaf and whimpering into his neck. He finally came to the conclusion that he would just take you away from it.

He bundled you up and into the house, the cool air and leather couch finally making contact with your skin. He laid down with you, the big window still giving you a view to the show outside, but without the big boom.

“This a lot nicer than being outside anyway’, eh?”

“Daddy..” You hiccuped as he curled you closer.

“Shhh, nothing is gonna hurt you. I’m right here, you’re safe. M’right here. Dad wouldn’t let anything hurt you, not some silly fireworks.”

He mused, rubbing your hair. It took a minute before Ghost was coming inside, looking for you two.

“Kid alrigh’?”

“She’ll be fine. Needed quiet.”

“Loud out there anyway. Many bugs.”

He joined you on the couch, rubbing your arm as you curled into them both.

DISCLAIMER AND OTHER FAIR WARNINGS: This is a fic surrounding age regression and tickling, both strictly sfw in this case. Please do not bring any NSFW here. Bucky is sometimes referred to as Dad/Dada and physical affection like kissing and cuddling is involved. Written with platonicy in mind!

GN!little!reader

CG!Bucky

Words: 1551

Summary: It seems like today you're in no mood to take a nap! Thankfully, Dada Bucky knows just the trick!

A/N: Yes this IS self indulgent how could you tell??? Hope you all enjoy! (God I am awful sleepy writing this)

Fic under cut! :)