#The past couple of weeks have been so hard. Going to the zoo was such a nice change of pace

[dragonflylady77]

Mr Steve and The Monster Hunter

It's finally there, time to post my fic for @bigbangharringrove (thank you mods for all your work for this event!)

I've been working so hard on this one... I even did some doodles of a couple of scenes from it (I might post them once I've posted all 6 chapters).

Art by @adelacreations (so very excited about this!!).

I want to thank @ihni for Olivia’s name, @spaceofentropy for noticing I'd forgotten about Will (oops!) and @akioukun for Cindy’s name

Also on Ao3

Steve gets the surprise of his life when one of his students gets picked up by her father. A man who Steve thought had died on the dirty floor of Starcourt Mall fifteen years ago.  Billy Hargrove is alive... and a dad. He runs a security company called HellGrove and he hunts monsters in the Upside Down for a living.  When Billy opens a portal into the Upside Down in Robin and Heather’s backyard, Steve follows because he wants answers.

Chapter 1 - Mr Steve isn't a boy

Steve is looking forward to the weekend after a long week teaching six-year-olds. Having the school trip to the zoo the same week as the talent show is not something he’s keen to do again in a hurry and he let his principal know as much. 

He smiles as the last of the kids rush past him, waving him goodbye as they squeeze in the doorway before running down the hallway towards the exit, a spring in their step. He notices Olivia is still in the classroom and he walks over to her desk.

“Everything okay, Olivia?” he asks as she shoves the last of her drawings in her backpack. He reminds himself for the hundredth time to ask Robin where she found the Hawkins Lifeguard backpack because he didn’t know such an item existed and he was a lifeguard at Hawkins Community Pool for a few summers, both while he was in high school, and after, during summer breaks from university.

He knows he isn’t supposed to have favorites but Robin and Heather’s daughter is one of the brightest students he’d had in his ten years of teaching elementary school and she is extremely funny to boot, at a level that her classmates usually don’t get.

“Yep, Mr Steve, I’m spending the weekend with my dad so I want to show him all my work.”

“Your dad?” Steve asks, confused. As far as he knows, the little girl only has her two mums. Of course, Steve figures there has to have been a man involved in the process, he did pay some attention in biology class, but he never asked. Heather still scares him a little and he isn’t as close to Robin as they were fifteen years ago.

Nope, not thinking about it.

“Yes, he works a lot all over the country so I don’t see him very much.”

“Then I bet you’re very excited to see him!” 

“I haven’t seen him since Christmas, he’s very busy but he rings me when he can,” Olivia says matter-of-factly as she closes her bag. 

“That’s nice,” Steve says, smiling even though he thinks two months is a long time without seeing your child, not that he has any of his own.

“He lives in California, you know,” she adds as she starts walking to the door. 

Steve follows a few steps behind, in a daze, her words unleashing the memories of loud metal, leather and cigarettes, and a blue Camaro.

Nope, not thinking about him.

He watches Olivia step out of the classroom and turns towards the mess he still has to clean before he can go home when the voice coming from the adjoining hallway stops him in his tracks.

“Hey, princess!”

It can’t be. But that voice… He’s heard it before, and those words…

Shaking like a leaf, Steve turns towards the open doorway and takes the three steps that separate him from the owner of the voice.

It isn’t possible. Billy Hargrove is dead, Steve reminds himself. He died at Starcourt Mall fifteen years ago, in what remains the scariest night of Steve’s life. This is just his brain playing tricks on him. 

He steps into the hallway and freezes. The shock of seeing Billy Hargrove, alive and in the flesh, dims Olivia’s gleeful screams.

He looks… Steve feels all the air leave his lungs. Billy looks fucking good for a dead guy. His hair is cut short, some golden curls on the top still, he looks broader in the shoulders, his muscles more defined than they were in high school, not that Steve is looking, but the guy is wearing a t-shirt that looks painted on, okay?

He is also sporting a scar across his left cheek that looks not too recent but doesn’t make him look any less handsome, as well as some gnarly looking, but silver, older, scars on his arms and Steve knows there would be matching ones on his sides and in the middle of his chest, where the Mind Flayer had hit him with its tentacles.

“Pretty boy?” The shock is evident in Billy’s voice. He clearly didn’t expect to see Steve either.

“Daddy, you’re silly. Mr Steve isn’t a boy, he’s my teacher!”

Billy clears his throat and looks down at his daughter. “I can see that, princess.”

Billy Hargrove has a daughter!! What. The. Fuck? 

“Billy. Long time no see.” 

“Mr Steve, you know my daddy?” Olivia is looking between the two of them, trying to work out the connection.

Billy crouches so he is level with Olivia. “Mr Steve went to school with me and your moms, Livi.” He looks around and picks up her cardigan from her hook. “Is that all your stuff?”

“Yes, Daddy. I gotted all the stuff in my bag to show you.”

“That’s great, princess. Can you wait here a minute while I have a super quick chat with Mr Steve?”

She nods. “Can I play the word game on your phone?”

“Sure thing.” 

Once Billy sorts Olivia with her game, he looks at Steve who is still hovering in the doorway and gestures towards the classroom. Steve nods and heads back inside, Billy a few steps behind him.

Steve stops when he reaches his desk, trying to compose himself. He hears Billy behind him and turns around.

“Robin never said—”

“You probably hav—”

They both stop at the same time and Steve knows he’s being awkward but he is not prepared for this. It’s not like he was friends with the guy back in high school, but Billy sacrificed his life to save them that day in1985 so for him to just show up like that is just… Steve doesn’t even know at this stage. He needs time to process. 

“Listen, I have to run, haven’t seen Livi in way too long and I want to make the best of it but if you want to talk, or like, I dunno, have questions for me, here’s my card. Call me.”

Billy pulls out his wallet and hands Steve a business card with a tentative smile. Steve takes it, trying to wrap his head around what just happened. He nods as Billy puts his wallet away.

“See you around, pretty boy.” Billy doesn’t wait for a reply and he heads out. 

Steve hears Olivia’s voice then the chatter moves further away as they walk towards the exit. 

He finally looks down at the card in his hand. It’s dark gray, almost black, with the letters HG in white in the middle. He flips it to find the same monogram on the left then his eyes read over the words, taking them in.

HellGrove Security Consultants

William H. Hargrove

CEO & Head of Security

Followed by a phone number and an email address.

What. 

The. 

Fuck?

***

It’s after midnight and Steve is lying on his bed, flipping Billy’s card over and over, the dim light of his bedside lamp catching on something in the corner of the card. It’s embossed in the same color so he didn’t really notice until now. He brings the card closer so he can have a proper look and…

It’s a demogorgon flower head. 

Motherfucker. 

He grabs his phone to call Robin but then remembers that they’re not really best friends anymore, besides it’s late and she’s a parent now. Olivia did say she was spending the weekend with her dad but Steve isn’t sure what the arrangement is. 

Billy Hargrove is alive and he’s a dad. 

More questions than answers and it’s making Steve want to scream. So he sends Robin a message, figuring that she can choose to reply if she’s awake. 

He hopes she does.

Steve: So I met Olivia’s dad at pick up today. 

Immediately the reply box shows three littles dots. Steve holds his breath for a bit but has to give up after a minute. Either Robin is typing a novel-length explanation or she is not sure what to say.

Robin: Surprise? <cringe emoji>

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Steve yells in the empty room, his frustration at boiling point. His phone dings again and he looks to see what else Robin had to say.

Robin: Come over for lunch tomorrow. We’ll talk.

Steve sends a brief text saying he’ll be there then puts his phone down and switches to his laptop, giving into the temptation to visit HellGrove.com.

The website mentions the usual stuff: the various services offered (most of which mean little to Steve), reviews from clients as well a page about the company and its staff. Steve keeps looking on the main page for the freaky flower and finally finds it, hidden on the Reviews page when his cursor hovers in the bottom left corner and HOLY FUCK!

There’s no photos of the Upside Down but the hand drawn illustration in the banner is enough for Steve to suppress a shudder at the memories. There are a handful of anonymous written accounts by survivors who were rescued by HellGrove and reports about unsuccessful rescue missions. The wording is vague but, to someone who’s experienced it first hand, it’s clear they’re talking about the Upside Down.

Steve goes back to the home page and clicks on Staff. His eyes immediately focus on the black and white photo of Billy. It must have been taken some time ago because the scar on his face is missing. 

The short bio tells Steve that William H. Hargrove joined the Marines at eighteen and left after six years to start his own security company. Steve scrolls down and he is surprised and a bit shocked to find out that Max, Lucas, Will and El also work for Billy. And some guy named Argyle, who apparently has no last name.

He vaguely remembers Dustin mentioning that Lucas got a job in California after college and he knew El and the Byers already lived over there. He feels bad when he realizes he hasn’t thought about Max in years. He ponders reaching out to Dustin but that would open a can of worms and even more questions.

He closes his laptop and dumps it on the other side of the bed and settles on his side to go to sleep.

The feeling of an arm around his waist pulls Steve from his slumber. He gasps when he realizes there’s a (warm!) body behind him, the owner of which is dragging him closer and dropping a string of kisses on his shoulder.

Steve can’t remember the last time he shared a bed with someone, especially while being naked, though he is sure he was wearing pajamas earlier. The kisses morph into a bite and a needy moan escapes his lips when he feels teeth nibbling on his skin. The embrace around his middle tightens and Steve’s hand drifts to the one holding him, fingers locking with the ones of the man behind him. Because it is a man, of that Steve has no doubt.

He looks down, noticing the silver scars in the soft glow of his bedside lamp. “Billy?”

“Sorry I woke you up, pretty boy,” comes the hushed whisper from behind him.

“No, it’s okay. What are yo—” The words die in his throat when Billy moves their linked hands south. Steve can feel Billy harden against his ass as their hands start stroking his dick and he shivers.

Billy gives a light squeeze and Steve rolls his hips, arching his back and groaning when Billy bites down on the crook of his neck.

“Oh god… Billy…”

Steve lets go of Billy’s hand to bury his fingers in golden curls instead. It’s been so long since the hand touching him wasn’t his that the pleasure of it is blinding in its intensity.

He moans loudly, earning himself another bite from Billy.

“Shhhh, pretty boy, not so loud, you’ll wake the baby.”

Steve sinks his teeth in his bottom lip in an effort to be quiet, so he doesn’t wake this baby he doesn’t remember having. His entire focus is on not making noise while Billy does unspeakable things to his body. He shudders; he’s so close already…

Billy notices, because of course he does, he always did notice things, and his hand starts moving faster, his closed fist squeezing the head of Steve’s cock on the upstroke. It’s slick, it’s heady, and too soon, Steve can feel his orgasm rushing at him.

He comes with a shout he can’t silence, but when he opens his eyes again, he’s alone in his bed. It’s his hand around his cock, his mess in his pajama pants. 

Chest still heaving, he quickly cleans up using his pants and gets back into bed wearing a clean pair, reeling from the shocked realization that he wants Billy Hargrove. And a baby.

What the fuck?

Chapter 2

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[kristannafever]

She Ain't Gotta Do Much - 14

Kristanna Modern AU Rated: M WC: 3776

Chapter Index

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TWO MONTHS LATER

Kristoff yawned on his drive home, glad that he had the weekend to relax and recharge.  Even though winter had set in, the forecast was mild, and he still planned to make the best of his time off with Anna and arranged for them to go to the zoo for a buffet brunch; a date he had planned a long time ago that they never had the opportunity to do yet. 

The past couple of months could only be described as a roller coaster.   While there were lots of exciting twists and turns, there were also plenty of drops.  They’d had to turn away work for a time, had issues completing some jobs on time, and had gone through a handful of employees that they’d hoped would have stuck around through the chaos. 

But now things were finally operating more the way that they needed to. 

Enzo and a couple of other kids they’d hired were enrolled in the apprentice program and scheduled to do their first eight-week course in the fast-approaching new year.   That would leave Kristoff and Sven scrambling a little without the extra help from those four sets of hands, but they figured they could make do without overworking themselves too much.  Not to mention they were still hiring.

Zach was doing such a great job that he went to some of the smaller work they had on his own.  He’d be going back to school for his final year after the newbies were done their first go around.   The guy was so good at getting things done independently, that Sven and Kristoff agreed to up his hourly rate to a Journeyman even thought he wasn’t officially one yet. 

And all the other various other apprenticeship people they had, a couple of young women included, would be advancing their education throughout the year.  With the four extra Journeymen they’d acquired, K&S Contracting was now up to 21 employees, including him and Sven, Anna, and the other girl she’d hired to help her run the office. 

Kristoff and Anna’s long ago carefully planned outline to grow the business had been left by the wayside ever since that first week that Kristoff started on Tony’s deli.  On paper, it was great, and admittedly ambitious.  But it was also critically flawed.  They all should have assumed that it was going to take longer for Kristoff and Sven to get off the tools, coming from a background that was based on manual labour.  And, as it turned out, neither of them wanted to anytime soon anyway.  While they still worked extremely hard, they both took more time off the tools throughout the day to work on various other things.  Sometimes they’d meet back at the home office that was still in Kristoff’s house and go over upcoming jobs and talk to suppliers to get better pricing for materials, or whatever else required their attention.  Both of them were relieved they were able to get away from time to time and leave people they trusted in charge. 

The first month had been the hardest, everyone working long hours and on plenty of Saturdays, but then they’d hit their stride with the number of people they now had working for them and the jobs that were coming in.  And while they were still unable to take on some of the larger projects that had come across their desks in the past while, they were continuously working to build bigger and bigger, which was much easier now that anyone very rarely worked weekends to get caught up.

Kristoff relinquished the work van to Sven and leased his truck to the company and used it as his work vehicle.  Enzo had become his new passenger, and while Kristoff enjoyed the kids’ company, every so often he’d look over and wish it was still Sven sitting beside him.  He hadn’t worked side by side with his friend on a job since he wound up in the hospital all those months ago.

Christmas was a week away, and Kristoff and Sven both agreed to shut the company down over the break between it and New Years, giving everyone some much deserved time off.  Both men were looking forward to the break with their soon-to-be-fiancés. 

It was just the other day that Kristoff had mentioned to Sven that he was going to get Anna a ring and propose.  Sven had then demanded that they go for a beer after work to celebrate, then surprised Kristoff by driving to a ring shop instead, telling him with wide grin that he was also going to propose to Tilly.  While Kristoff never in a million years thought he’d be shopping for a ring with Sven, it was actually very welcome.  The four of them had become the closest of friends and both men agreed the choices of rings they’d made would make their ladies very happy. 

It was certainly going to be a memorable Christmas for all of them. 

When Kristoff got home and slid out of his truck, Anna was just bidding Julie a good evening.  Kristoff smiled at her as they passed on the walk and wished each other a good night as well.  He looked up to his door where Anna stood waiting with a smile that told him she’d be joining him in the shower again.

As always, it was wonderful.   

Anytime he was joined with Anna was incredible, and she was opening up his world to all sorts of new ways for them to come together.  The things she suggested, some of them downright naughty, left him constantly excited for any time they became intimate.  Now that work wasn’t so arduous, he thought about her constantly.

Part of him was nervous to propose, even though he knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that she would say yes.   He just didn’t know what to say, how to express the deep feelings he had for Anna.  She was his rock throughout the stress that had wrecked him when Sven and him had started to grow their business.   She was his rock still, for anything that was bothering him.  Which thankfully these days, wasn’t nearly much as it had been.

Anna taking over all the clerical work, payroll, books and accounting, phones and everything else that she did on a daily basis, was like a weight lifted off both him and Sven’s shoulders.  Neither of them realized how much time they actually spent working on all that stuff after work, until they suddenly didn’t have to worry about it anymore.  Anna was unbelievably amazing in taking over their office.  Kristoff had no idea she was so skilled at multi-tasking.  She knew where everything was, who was on what job, which clients needed to be phoned, and literally everything else.  Any time him or Sven had a question about anything, she knew the answer straight away.  She had her attention on absolutely everything besides working the tools themselves.

She impressed him and Sven so much, that after that first month, both men sat her down and told her they were putting her on salary which included a very nice raise.   Anna of course, the beautiful soul that Kristoff knew she was, insisted they didn’t need to do such a thing so early on.  Both of them argued with her on it, and in the end, they agreed to lower the salary just a little at Anna’s request so that she could hire another person to work the office with her.  Neither of them men had realized the work load that she had taken on was taxing her limit as she found herself falling behind with the more menial things like invoicing and filing as the company grew.  As soon as she hired Julie, things were right back on track.

And the hope was throughout the next year, that everything would become a well-oiled machine and they could start accepting quoting some of the bigger projects that came their way.

Kristoff abandoned his idea to cook dinner than night in favour of taking Anna out.  It had been a long time since they’d been on a nice dinner, and he planned to take her back to the place that they had their first date. 

Funnily enough, Kristoff still hadn’t added any new pictures to his Instagram since the first one of him and Anna outside of the same restaurant.  Tonight, that was going to change, because he realized as he was in the shower with her, he didn’t want to wait until Christmas to propose.  He was going to do it that evening.  And that would be a picture worthy of sharing. 

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Anna was delighted when Kristoff suggested going back to Smugglers Inn, the place they had their first date.  She told him she’d been wanting to back there with him since that first wonderful evening. 

He drove them in her car, which they took everywhere now since Kristoff’s truck was a work vehicle, and his nerves started to rattle him.  He suddenly felt like this was a horrible, stupid idea.  What was he thinking, proposing in a packed restaurant when he still had no idea what he was going to say.  He took a deep breath, not wanting Anna to pick up on his anxiety.  He did not want to ruin this for her by being scared. 

Yet the nerves did not leave him.  As soon as they parked and were walking up the walk to the restaurant doors, full blown panic set in and he hesitated just short of opening the big wooden door for Anna. 

She turned at his pause.  “Hey, is everything okay?  You seem like you’re worried-”

“I’m fine,” he said in a whisper, pulling her with him away from the door to stand in front of the sign for the restaurant.  He knew this was not going to happen how he’d planned.  He would ruin it all if he attempted the proposal with a bunch of people around.  He wished suddenly that he’d just waited until Christmas.

“Kristoff, if something is wrong, please tell me.”

Her eyes were pleading and he felt like a complete moron for a second as he looked at her.  And then he saw his inspiration.  It was in the way she was looking at him, there to support and help him with whatever he needed, that he realized he could do this right here and now.  They were everything to each other.

“Listen, Anna…” Kristoff looked around, making sure no one was coming to the door in that very second.  He smiled, his tension easing and took her hand into his.  “Forgive me if this was not how you pictured it, but I just need to tell you how much you mean to me.  How much I love and adore you.  There is no one else on the face of this planet that makes me feel the way you do, that supports me the way that you do.  You are absolutely everything in the world to me.”

He reached into his pocket and slowly sank to one knee, Anna’s eyes widening in genuine surprise and filling with emotion.

“I want to spend the rest of my life with you,” he started, and then surprised himself by getting as emotional as Anna was, while she stood looking at him with a big smile hidden behind her hands.  “Anna, my love, will you marry me?”

“Yes!” she squeaked, and surged forward to give him a fierce hug, nearly knocking him off balance.  He grinned and let the tears fall as he hugged her back.  Relieved and happy that he managed to get it all out more or less the way he wanted to. 

After getting to their feet, Anna giggling, still crying, he slipped the ring onto her finger and she gave a soft gasp as she looked at it on her hand. 

“It’s beautiful,” she whispered, then looked up at him.  “I can’t wait to be your wife, Kristoff.”

“I can’t wait to be your husband,” he said, and pulled her into another hug just as a group of four was walking towards the doors. 

They remained in the embrace until they were alone again, and Anna let go of him to fish something out of her purse.  She came up with her phone, and told Kristoff to stand with her in front of the restaurant sign.  Then she lifted the phone sideways as he put her head near his, and she positioned her hand just below and between their faces so that the ring could be clearly seen.

The both grinned and she took the selfie. 

“I am posting this you know,” she giggled.  “I’m so freakin’ excited.  I’ll send it to you and you should post it too!”

Kristoff could not stop smiling.  He did as he was asked, thinking it was funny he’d already thought of posting the moment on his only form of social media, and then they went into the restaurant.  Just as they were seated at the same table they shared for their first date, his phone vibrated in his pocket.

He took it out and looked at it quickly.  Unsurprising, it was a text from Sven.

-BRUH!  THE FUCK I THOUGHT WE WERE DOING THIS AT X-MAS

Kristoff typed back quickly and stuffed the phone in his pocket, determined to ignore it for the rest of the evening.

-Couldn’t help myself man.  It just felt right

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Kristoff finally checked his phone after him and Anna had gotten home after dinner and made some seriously passionate love.  There were quite a few notifications.

A text from Sven:  -I GET IT GOOD FOR YOU.  FUCK YOU.  BUT I’M HAPPY FOR YOU BRO

A text from Tilly: -Congratulations you guys!!!  We can’t wait to take you both out for a celebratory dinner!

A comment on Instagram from his Ma (who had gotten an account only a couple of weeks ago after hearing Anna talk about it): -Bless you both!  Your father and I are so happy!  Lots of Love! xoxo

A comment from Enzo: -Congrats! 

A text from Sven’s mother: -Congratulations Kristoff!  Wonderful news!

And plenty of other congratulations from all of the other people that Kristoff and Anna were friends with. 

It warmed his heart to feel so much love.  Especially from Anna.  They sat down to watch some TV before bed and she could not stop staring at the ring and looking at him with the happiest smile. 

~   ~   ~   ~   ~

“Tilly is seriously giving me the look now, you asshole.”

Kristoff looked at Sven. “No one told you that you have to wait until Christmas to propose.  Do it whenever.”

Sven waved him off.  “Nah.  It’s only a couple of days.  Even if I’m pretty sure she knows it’s coming now.”

“Wait until boxing day.  That’ll really throw her off.”

Sven laughed.  “No way in hell I am inviting in that shit storm.  Maybe I’ll pop the question on Christmas Eve.  We’ll see.”

Kristoff nodded.  They were sitting in a coffee shop not far between the two jobs they were both working on, meeting about how to approach the upcoming work in the new year and waiting for a Journeyman they set up to interview.  The mood was light, being the last day before their Christmas break. 

“If this guy works out, we’ll throw him on the salon job with a couple of the newbies when we restart in the new year,” Sven said, looking over the resume again.  “It’s really close to that electric company office reno, I can keep a close eye on both these jobs.”

“Sounds good.  And I’ll take a couple of the second and third years to that bigger job by the airport.  Zach can probably handle the Italian restaurant with Dean no problem.”

Sven nodded and made some notes in his notebook. 

They worked out on who to put on all the other jobs and then just shot the shit for a while, waiting for the interview they had set up in thirty minutes.  Anna had sent Julie home the day before since it was pretty slow, and he was a little glad that she would be gone when he got home early.  That way he could enjoy a shower with Anna if she was up for it, which she usually always was. 

They had plans to find themselves an office space eventually, but everything was working so well from there it was better for their overhead to wait a bit which might give them an edge at getting even more ahead of all the work that was coming in.  Anna had offered some of the money from her parents to get them a place for a new office, only he’d told her he was confident they’d be there within a year and to hold onto it for their wedding. 

They didn’t want anything big, just a nice ceremony and party with all their family and friends.  There was a garden restaurant in a nice older hotel in the city that Kristoff’s adoptive parents had gotten married in, and Anna said she was intrigued and would look into it.  Whatever she wanted to do would suit him just fine.  He’d give her input where she wanted it, but as far as he was concerned, she could have everything the way she desired it.

He loved her so much.

*****

Anna looked down at the little pink stick with two lines. 

“Shit,” she whispered. 

This was not the plan.  Kids, absolutely, only not now.  There was no room in the townhouse for a nursery with the home office taking up the only other bedroom.  Not to mention how busy they all were with work.

She felt anxious about the positive test, and also an incredible happiness.  This was her and Kristoff’s baby.  Their child.  Created from their love for each other.  How could she not be thrilled.  And she knew Kristoff would be too… but maybe not right away?  Things had just finally started going well and this was certainly going to throw a wrench into things.  She wondered how he was going to take it when she told him, which she would be doing right away.  This was not something she could hold onto.

They had already talked about getting married the following summer, but it appeared that Anna was going to be about 8 months pregnant by then.  She did not want to get married that way.  Which meant either rushing it in the new year, or waiting.  Anna preferred not to rush things, even if she could hardly wait to be Kristoff’s wife.

And if they waited, how long before they actually got married then?  Newborns were a lot of work.  And when would they try for another?  They both wanted more than one kid and it made sense to have them somewhat close together.  How would that all fit in to what they’d imagined when they talked about their future.

She spent the afternoon occupying herself with work even if it was incredibly slow with Christmas just around the corner.   She’d sent Julie home at noon the day before and told her to start her break a little early.  Anna had a feeling after all that there was a reason her period was late, and she wanted the house to herself after she took the pregnancy test that morning.

Kristoff came home early and Anna was ready to talk to him when he walked into the kitchen.

“Hey Baby, how was your day?”

Anna smiled at him.  “It was good.  How about yours?”  She stood up and kissed him.

“Great.  We’re officially off work for ten days, we’ve got a good game plan for the new year, and we hired that Journeyman.  He seems like he’s going to be a really good fit.  Lots of experience.”

“Glad to hear it,” Anna beamed at him, impossible not to feel his good mood in her soul.  She loved it when he wasn’t stressed out.  Although, now might come the stress with what she was about to tell him.  This would affect a lot the things they had outlined for work, not to mention their lives.

“So listen,” she started, clasping her hands in front of her.  This was one Band-Aid she was just going to have to rip off.  “Know how we talked about getting pregnant a year or so after we’re married?”

“Yeah?” he asked, clueless.

“Um, well, how would you feel if it happened sooner?   Like, right now?”

His face went blank and he stared at her for a second.  “Are you pregnant?” he asked quickly.

Anna nodded, heartrate ramping up, then Kristoff’s face broke into an incredulous smile.  “Are you serious?”

“Yeah, I am,” she said, pulling the test from her back pocket and showing it to him.

“Holy Shit!” He grinned and pulled her into a fierce hug.  “This is amazing!  I’m so happy, Anna!”

She immediately started to cry.  How could she have thought he would react any other way.  She sniffed.  “Me too.”

“This is the best news,” he exclaimed, letting her go to look at her.  Then his face fell. “I… wait, are you okay?  Is this… is it okay?”

Anna nodded quickly, still crying.  “Yes, absolutely.  I am beyond thrilled, Kristoff.   Even if it wasn’t exactly planned.”

“How?  When did it… happen?”

She smiled.  “Tilly’s birthday party.  Remember?  We drank so much wine that night.”

His eyes went wide.  “So much wine!  Shit.  Well… oops.”

Anna laughed.  “Yeah.  I mean, I think I remember saying something about it not remembering where I was in my cycle, but neither of us really listened to me.”

Kristoff gave her an innocent expression.  “Oh, that was all you.  I was going to grab a rubber when you forced me onto my back and basically had your way with me.”

“I did do that, didn’t I?”  She giggled.  “Well, I guess I’m to blame.”

“Nah,” he said, and pulled her into another firm hug.  “It takes two to tango.  Maybe… maybe in the back of our minds… we both wanted this?”

Anna began to cry again.  She’d been thinking the same thing, knowing that neither of them had any second thoughts or worries about the risks they took that night.  They both just let it happen.  How truly beautiful this man was.  How lucky she was that he loved her. 

She hugged him tighter.  “You and me and a baby makes three.”

“Damn straight.”  He kissed the top of her head.  “I can’t wait to meet our child.”

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#cee wrote this mess #she ain't gotta do much #kristoff #anna #kristanna #kristanna modern au

[vulpes-fennec]

Pumpkin Fields Forever 🎃

Summary: Post-ACOSF Elain accompanies her family to Velaris’s Harvest Festival. Will her day take a turn for the worse when Lucien shows up?

“Living is easy with eyes closed, misunderstanding all you see. It’s getting hard to be someone but it all works out, it doesn’t matter much to me”

**This is a silly plot mixed with classic Elucien angst // I just wanted to get in the autumn mood. Thinking of writing more parts depending on how busy I get in the next few weeks**

Read: AO3

The annual Harvest Festival located on the outskirts of Velaris was in full swing when Amren, Varian, Mor and Elain arrived in the afternoon. Rambunctious Fae children bounded across festive stalls. Old friends gathered over beers. Local musicians played folksy tunes. And the slight chill and dusty scent of fallen leaves affirmed the Night Court was well into autumn.

The two Inner Circle ladies walked ahead, discussing trade negotiations with the Hewn City and housing arrangements for visiting Day Court scholars. Despite having accompanied them to the Harvest Festival, Elain couldn’t help but feel left out. She was not privy to Night Court political matters, and there were only so many times she could ask Varian about his pet fish. 

When she spied Azriel and Gwyn bobbing for apples blindfolded, Elain jumped at the chance to join a livelier group. Gwyn’s chestnut red hair was tied back in a ponytail as she repeatedly dunked her head into the tub with grace. Azriel, on the other hand, looked positively disheveled with dark locks plastered to his forehead and futile attempts to not inhale water. “Come on, Gwyn! To the left! No, the apple moved! Just past your nose!” Elain joined Nesta and Emerie in shouting encouragement. 

Cassian, Azriel’s sole cheerleader, was flapping his Illyrian wings in excitement and bellowing “Let’s go, Az! We can’t let the ladies win this round! Really, how hard is it to grab a little apple?” 

Elain couldn’t help the smile that broke across her face as Gwyn emerged victorious and threw her arms happily around the females. “Take that, Shadowsinger!” Gwyn crowed as she smugly bit into the fruit. Azriel only smiled back in amusement, pretending to grab her apple.

It’s so obvious that they like each other more than friends.

Gwyn and Azriel were closer than ever after the Great Rite, which meant the distance between Azriel and Elain only grew. But what could she do? Everybody eventually grows tired of me and moves on. My human friends, who pretended not to know me when Father lost his fortune. Graysen, who broke off our engagement when I turned Fae. Even Nesta, who has more in common with her new “sisters” over things like Valkyrie training and smutty books. 

Feeling melancholy again, Elain told Nesta, “You all should go on without me. I’m going to visit the flower stall.” 

“Do you want me to go with you?” Gwyn asked. “I’ve been meaning to buy Clotho a small plant for her desk.”

Elain shook her head. “I take a long time with flowers, and it will only hold you all up. Thank you, though.” The priestess nodded before rejoining her friends. 

Elain watched Gwyn link arms with Emerie, excitedly pointing out the fall decorations. Azriel trailed behind them, his shadows buzzing and twirling in the breeze. And Nesta and Cassian strolled with hands clasped, the picture of a contentedly mated couple. 

Elain pushed away the feeling of being left out by turning her attention back to the vibrant magenta and orange blooms. One perk of having turned Fae is the ability to distinguish subtle notes in flower scents. After Elain decided to purchase packets of fall flower seeds for her River House garden, she wandered into the petting zoo across the corridor. 

“Hello there,” she cooed at the chickens strutting around the grassy enclosure. “You’re quite the beautiful chicken.” The illustrious orange bird preened at her soft compliment, making Elain feel bad for eating chicken the night prior. She gently stroked the sleek feathers, observing the bird as it pecked for grubs to eat. 

Finally, some respite from the prying gaze of the others. The chickens didn’t hold her to impossible standards of poise and agreeable manners. And Elain could be herself, no one to impress. 

But when Elain entered into the sheep and goat arena, she heard it: ba-dum, ba-dum, ba-dum, ba-dum. 

Drat! Oh Cauldron, why must he be here? Elain crouched down, willing the baa’s of the sheep and happy shrieks of children to drown out Lucien’s heart. Maybe if I stay hidden among the throngs of fluffy sheep, he will pass by. She even gave the sheep in front of her a few aggressive rubs, in hopes of masking her scent with the sheep’s earthy one. 

Elain’s knees burned from her crouched position after a few minutes of hiding. Just as she was about to move, a frank sensation of horror unexpectedly shot through her chest, eliciting a gasp. Danger! Danger! Her instincts screamed at her. Mate! Danger! Elain shot to her feet, startling the sheep she had just been petting. A familiar flash of ruby red hair appeared at the opposite end of the pen. 

Help! Mate! He’s injured! The intolerable instincts forced Elain’s feet to deftly side-step sheep, goats, and Fae children, since reaching him became the utmost priority. 

Lucien Vanserra was stuck in an awkward half-crouch, half-standing position. For a good reason. A particularly curious sheep had snagged a lock of his brilliant hair in its mouth. His russet eye was wide with almost comical horror as he tried to tug his hair out of the sheep’s stubborn bite. 

Help! Save him! Elain wasted no time at all. “Get off of him!” she shrieked as she grabbed the sheep around its rotund, sausage-shaped body and heaved backwards. 

The sheep did not budge. Cauldron, this is a bit embarrassing. And very uncouth. Why are sheep so heavy? Elain dug her heels in the ground and yanked again with all her strength, finally hauling the sheep away. A bite of pain bloomed from her ass as she hit the ground. 

“Ow!” Lucien yelped. The sheep had resolutely refused to let go of his hair, causing him to stumble forward. 

His hands hit the ground on either side of Elain’s shoulder. Decades of warrior training had prevented Lucien falling on top of her after all. Warm earthy brown met dark russet and blazing gold. Elain could hardly breathe as she registered Lucien’s broad shoulders hovering over her, the strands of his ruby locks softly brushing her cheek—touch him, smell him, see him! My mate! 

No, he’s nothing to me. I do not see him, I do not smell him. I will not touch him. 

My mate! Touch— 

The frustrating combination of his proximity, the mating instincts, and her stubborn mind kept her rooted to the spot, frozen.

Lucien was not so sluggish. He’d quickly whipped out a small dagger and sliced at the lock of hair, freeing him from the sheep’s grip. In the next second, he practically leapt away from Elain as if she was a hissing cat. 

The pesky sheep standing next to Elain swallowed the last strands of Lucien’s hair and looked immensely satisfied. Elain turned her gaze to Lucien, who was staring at the sheep with an outraged expression. 

The sheep took a step forward and tried to catch another bite of Lucien’s long hair. Elain couldn’t help the small giggle that escaped her mouth as Lucien jumped back nervously, brandishing his dagger at the sheep. “Oh, don’t you dare!” he snapped. 

The animal let out an indignant bleat in return. “You’ve scared it!” Elain accused. She gave the sheep a few reassuring pats, but it was not convinced to stay. 

Lucien’s eye flickered with caution, as if he wasn’t sure if Elain was addressing him. “Me? You’re the one who wrestled it to the ground! And it was eating my hair!” 

The hysterical upturn of his voice when he spoke of his ruined hair had Elain giggling again. Realizing what she’d done, Elain covered her mouth in embarrassment. Don’t interact with him, she chided herself. You don’t want a mate, so stay away from him. 

Noting the shift in her mood, Lucien turned away to sweep his silken locks out of the reach of hungry sheep. Elain watched in fascination as his well-practiced hands secured the bun with a leather strap. 

But when Lucien offered the same broad hands to help Elain up, she averted her gaze. She would get up on her own, ignoring his outstretched hand. Ignoring the twang of disappointment that rippled through the bond. 

But ignoring him while standing next to him was not easy. Was Lucien always so tall? And his scent, which could only be described as fresh apples, dry leaves, and dappled sunlight. Elain had always taken shallow breaths and used distance to mildly dilute his scent during family dinners. But now, in such close proximity, even the musk of the animals could not keep it away. 

“I appreciate you saving me from such an audacious animal,” Lucien tried to speak. “Sheep only eat grass…this proves my hair is irresistible to all females.” The corner of Elain’s mouth twitched slightly at his jest. 

Unfortunately, only an awkward silence transpired from Lucien’s attempt to make conversation. Ba-dum, ba-dum, ba-dum. The racing of his heart was louder, stronger. They had not been in such close proximity since the war with Hybern two years ago. “Well. I’ll take my leave then.”  

“Why are you here?” Elain abruptly asked. No trace of irritation, just plain curiosity. 

There was a pause. “I have always attended the Harvest Festival in the Autumn Court and…as you may know, I am no longer welcome there.” Lucien swallowed, trying to find the words. “I…I came to the one at Velaris to see how it might compare to the ones…to the ones I used to enjoy.” 

Elain blinked. She knew why Lucien was exiled from the Autumn Court: Beron murdered Lucien’s lover, Jesminda, and Lucien fled to the Spring Court, killing one of his brothers in the process. It never occurred to her that despite all the bad memories, there were still parts of his old court that he missed, that he couldn’t get back. 

It struck a chord in her, as she recalled her difficulty in adjusting to Velaris life. How she tried to plant gardens, enjoy baked goods, collect pretty things like she always did in the human lands, but it was never the same. 

“I see,” she responded slowly. What do I say now? What should I do? A slight tugging on her skirt drew her attention downwards. Now a goat was trying to eat her skirt! “Let go of me!” Elain waved her hands frantically at the goat, shooing it away. “I’m leaving this petting zoo!” Elain announced indignantly as she strode quickly (for a lady never runs) to the gate. She could sense Lucien following her out with long strides.

“Those animals are voracious,” Lucien’s rich voice remarked once they were in the clear. “Rhysand should have a word with the shepherds. They must be starving the poor things before these events.” 

Elain suppressed the urge to chuckle again. Instead of looking at Lucien, she inspected the hem of her creamy orange skirt. Lucien waited patiently, a few steps away. I thought he said he was going to leave, she grumbled internally. I don’t want to deal with this.

His face was all sharpness when she finally faced him: the chiseled jaw, jagged scar, and intricate metal eye. But Lucien’s russet eye was soft, and full of longing as he gazed at her. Elain felt her breath catch again at his intensely autumnal scent. Mate, my mate, her instincts screamed. Touch him, smell him, see him! It was unbearable. 

“Is your skirt alright-” Lucien had begun to ask.

“If you came alone…I would not mind having a companion for the festival,” Elain blurted out at the same time. 

Lucien’s eyes widened. “If you are sure…then it would be a pleasure, my lady.” A shiver ran down Elain’s spine at the words “my lady”. Graysen had always referred to her as “Miss Archeron” and Azriel simply called her “Elain”. Lucien was the only one who referred to her with such formality. If she inexplicably liked it when he called her that, would she end up combusting if he called her by her name? To think of him calling her names like “honey” or “sweetheart”…

“Where do you wish to go next?” 

Read: Part 2

#Elucien #Elain Archeron #Lucien Vanserra #acotar #Elain x Lucien #Lucien x Elain #Elucien fanfiction #acotar fanfiction #elucien angst

[kingsansa]

As Fall is approaching both irl and in pp, everytime I see Christian Autumn Girl's (aka Caitlin Covington) IG page, I can't help but be reminded of pp Sansa.

I dunno if you can extrapolate a prompt from this but that would be lovely esp Fall in Chicago with Sansa and Robbie and Jon, I guess.

Ty! Xx

It’s a good day. Jon leaves practice 20 minutes earlier than he should and they spend the rest of the afternoon at the pumpkin patch, well into the early evening. They pick apples, drink freshly pressed cider, and suffer through hay rides. He takes way too many pictures and Sansa accumulates way too many stuffed animals from all the booth games and Robbie tries to kidnap a baby Pygmy goat from the petting zoo.

It was the kind of good that makes your throat go thick and your chest go soft and warm and he has so many good days now that they are with him.

“I was thinking,” She hedges later that night, just before bed. “We could find a photography studio and get some pictures taken. We could send some to our parents. I think they’d like that.”

At the pumpkin patch, she’d been enamored around all the toddlers in their little costumes, and blamed them booth for not having bought Robbie’s costume yet. It’s not like we can take him trick or treating. And he won’t remember it anyway, he pointed out, much to Sansa ms dismay. To which she replied, but one day, he might ask. He was too busy wonderstruck at the concept of one day to argue. One day, with Sansa and Robbie.

And maybe, just maybe, a brother. Or a sister. If he’s worthy of it.

“Whatever you want.” He says.

Sansa makes her way to bed, brow wrinkled, the neck of his shirt slipping down her shoulder.

“What?” asks Jon.

“You do that a lot now.”

“Do what?”

She affects a deeper tone as she wraps her arms around him, “Whatever you want, yes, of course.”

His hands find her hips as his own brow furrows. “Do you not want me to say yes?”

“You should always say yes to me,” She bumps her nose against his, “I’m just saying.”

Guilt is a persistent, hard lump in his throat. These past couple of weeks, it has only grown larger. But Jon ignores it. Every single good day they have, every single yes that he gives her, makes it easier to swallow around it. To pretend it isn’t there.

He won’t lose them. He won’t lose her.

“What?” It is Sansa’s turn to prompt him, curious.

“Nothing.” He insists. Because that’s exactly what it is, and that’s exactly what it will remain. “I just love you.”

Her shoulders scrunch up by her ears for a second, just like Robbie’s do when he’s getting tickled. A blush sweeps over her cheeks, and she doesn’t meet his eyes. She nestled into the crook of his shoulder. Safe from his scrutiny, but still close to him. But he catches her smile.

“I love you too,” She says back.

#ficlet #pinky promise

[survey--s]

490.

Have you ever seen an emu in real life, whether in captivity or the wild? Sure, they’re nasty little fuckers and like to nip and peck lol. Our local zoo has them free-roaming in some areas and you’re always warned to keep your hands well away haha.

When was the last time you visited your state’s biggest city? I’ve never actually been to Carlisle before. It’s a good 2+ hours away by car.

Do you remember what colour the eyes were of the last person you spoke to? Yeah, he has blue/green eyes.

Have you eaten pasta in the past week? Yes. I had noodles for lunch a couple of hours ago, actually.

Did you pierce your ears yourself or have it done by a professional? All my piercings were done by professionals.

Are you wearing any shoes right now? No, I’m wearing pink, white and grey ankle socks.

How many letters are in your surname? Six.

Do you enjoy Burger King? I don’t dislike the food (as in the taste) but something about it doesn’t agree with me and every time I’ve been there recently, I’ve been or felt sick afterwards lol.

Have you ever worn bell bottom jeans? Sure, they were all the rage when I was a teenager lol.

How far away from your house is the nearest ice cream place? It’s about a two minute drive, but it would take maybe half an hour on foot.

What colour is your kitchen counter? White.

When was the last time you washed the dishes? About an hour ago.

Do you own a lot of cookbooks? I don’t think we own any, actually. If I want a recipe I just look it up online.

How many rooms are in your house? Five.

Have you ever seen American Pie? No. I was never allowed to watch stuff like that growing up and as an adult it just doesn’t really appeal to me.

What do you think of Leonardo DiCaprio? He’s a good actor. 

Do you stay in touch with many people from high school or college? No, I’m not in touch with any of them lol.

Are you feeling nervous about anything right now? Hmm, yes, but not in a bad way? I have my beach ride tomorrow and I always get butterflies beforehand as it’s such an adrenaline burst. 

How many cars can your driveway and garage hold? Our garage is too full to hold a car, and our driveway can fit one vehicle on it.

When was the last time you were late for something? I can’t remember, I absolutely hate being late. Do you own an iPod, and if so, what type? No.

Did you ever play Stardoll when you were younger? I have absolutely no idea what you’re talking about, so I’m going to say no lol.

Is there a university in your town or city? No. 

What’s your father’s handwriting like? His writing is quite neat but it’s loopy so I feel like it’d be hard to read until you get used to it. When he prints it’s in all caps. <--- ha, this is exactly the same as my dad. I can read it but it takes a while if you’re not used to it.

Have you ever lived on a farm? Nope.

Are you hung up on anybody right now? No.

Do you eat fries one by one or in big bunches? Depends how big they are and what meal I’m eating.

Why did you last have to see a doctor? To get a sick note from work, but that was over three years ago now.

Did you wash your hair last time you showered? Yes, I always do.

Has anyone ever ransacked your bedroom? No.

Do you have any weird sleeping habits that people have told you about? Chris once told me I squeak in my sleep sometimes, hahah.

Do you enjoy That 70s Show? Yeah, it’s one of those comfort/nostalgia shows I can watch anytime. You definitely couldn’t air anything like that nowadays though lol. That 90′s Show is SO sanitised in comparison.

Are there any clouds in the sky, and what colour are they? White.

Do you think you’re fast at typing? Yeah, I did touch-typing at school and always get comments on it.

What was the last type of pizza you ate? Spinach and ricotta, with sundried tomatoes.

How old are you? 34.

Do you know anyone with an unusual middle name? I’m sure I do, but nobody is coming to mind right now.

Would you consider yourself to be intelligent? In some ways, yes. I’m quick to learn and have lots of book smarts but I wouldn’t say I was very socially intelligent.

Have you ever waxed your eyebrows? I have not.

What does your shampoo smell like? Whatever Tresemme smells like.

Have you ever passed gas in front of your significant other? Sure, all the time lol.

Do you have any big regrets in your life? No.

What colour is the ground or floor where you are right now? Grey.

Do you live on a street, avenue, road etc.? I live on a hill.

Can you taste anything right now? Yeah, Pepsi Max.

What was the last board game you played? Probably Monopoly as that’s pretty much all we ever play.

Are you renting the house you’re currently living in? No, we own our home.

Do you listen to Guns n Roses? No.

How old were you when you had your first boyfriend or girlfriend? Fourteen.

Have you ever been a bridesmaid? No.

Has the sun already set for the day? No, it’s 2:44 pm. Can’t believe I still have more than half my fucking shift to go. I’ve seen like 5 people in the last two hours. <-- ha it’s exactly that time here right now as well. Anyway, no, it hasn’t. Sunset isn’t for another 4-5 hours.

When was the last time you did laundry? I washed and changed out bedsheets this morning.

Do you know how to tie a tie? Yeah, I wore a tie everyday for school from the age of five. What are the age gaps between you and your siblings? I don’t have any siblings.

Does your birthday come before June 19th in a calendar year? Nope.

Do you pay attention to the FIFA World Cup? If so, what team do you go for? No.

Are you on any medications right now? Nope.

#survey #surveys

[uncwfst]

Andy Bridge Rockford Construction July Update 7/8/22

Hello everyone,

This summer I’m fulfilling the role of videographer/photographer/editor for Rockford Construction, one of Michigan’s most established construction companies. 

I have been incredibly busy at work in the past couple weeks cranking out a ton of different videos in a variety of locations all around Michigan. I shot 3 different videos in Detroit which required the most travel so far this summer, and all 3 locations were visited and shot at in the same day! It was quite an eventful day to say the least, and we were rushing around trying to grab footage very fast! My head was spinning a little bit, not gonna lie. The bull (pictured) is an iconic symbol of Detroit, so I grabbed a quick shot of that to showcase a symbol synonymous with my mom’s hometown.

To relieve of us of the workload, we got to spend a little time with Teddy, the superintendent’s on-site construction companion (pictured in his cute little orange safety vest). Our big project in Detroit was covering the story of a building only known right now by it’s address: 2529 Orleans, but to paint a picture it’s going to be a space for a nightclub in the basement level and iHeart radio up top on the 3rd floor. This place is going to be poppin for sure! I’ve posted a little preview pic of the edit I’ve just finished which will posted to Rockford’s social channels soon. The story behind how the building was renovated is fascinating and I’m very grateful to be a part of telling it!

Another big project I was on was a ribbon-cutting ceremony at Perrigo’s new downtown HQ at the center of Grand Rapids. I was setup alongside several local news outlets (pictured) to cover speeches, interview some of the company’s top executives, and collect some b-roll of the newly constructed 10 story building! I got to connect and network with people from Perrigo, Fox News, some independent freelance photographers, and many others! It really helped to share my experience with others in the field while shooting footage at Perrigo. I got to hear their career stories as well, and it really gave me a deeper appreciation for film, live-tv, and also the freelance scene, as each has something unique to appreciate whether it’s the process, the culture, or even the aesthetic/style they’re going for.  

I also shot at GRPS Innovation High School, John Ball Zoo for my company’s all-team celebration which the communications crew (my team) organized for over 400 employees and their families, Northview Public Schools, and Wayne State University just to name a few.

It’s been a busy couple of weeks and it’s only getting busier! I hope you are all having a relaxing and enjoyable summer between all your hard work.

-Andy (Senior)

#videography #uncwfilmstudies #internship

[dourpeep]

IT WAS 2AM WHEN I SENT THAT SO I HELD BACK MY SIMPING FOR COLLEGE ALBEDO A LITTLE. tried not to send all my brainrot so I didn't just send a wall of text into your inbox LOL. Some others I thought of were:

- Mona giving astrology forecasts and compatibility readings in this au and Albedo may have asked her about the two of you

- Going to botanical gardens or museums with Albedo but for some reason it feels like a date even when it didn't intent to be. You tug on his sleeve now and then when you see something he might be interested in or even when it's something that excites you, and Albedo can't help but have a soft look in his eyes that he can share this moment with you! Somehow it results in the two of you holding hands - just so neither of you stray from each other of course - and eventually, intertwined fingers. You hear someone say that the two of you seem like a cute couple and you know Albedo heard it too, but neither of you say anything. You feel his hand squeeze yours a little tighter and respond in kind. The two of you are too embarrassed to look at each other but can't help the smiles on your faces.

- Lending Albedo some of your favourite books for pleasure reading and you've left tiny tabs on lines that you like. Perhaps this is before Albedo realizes his feelings so when he reads particularly romantic lines, he wonders if this is how he feels about you. Or did you mark these pages because you feel this way about someone? His stomach is in knots to the thought that you may be intrested in someone that isn't him and he settles for it just being prose.

WHAT YOU WROTE WAS SO CUTE AAA. THANK YOU FOR SIMPING FOR COLLEGE BEDO WITH ME!!

Tugging his hand and not letting go omg . . . you tend to just intertwine pinkies or play with his fingers absent-mindedly that Albedo becomes so accustomed to it so he starts to offer you his hands without a second thought.

WAIT. I gasped at Albedo being a cuddler. He's a little delirious when he first wakes up but you're so comfy that he hugs you a little tighter, asking if you've slept well. You try to reply while worrying about whether or not he can feel your heart thrumming in your chest.

What if Klee is staying with Albedo one night and the three of you fall asleep cuddled up together. Alice comes back early in the morning before any of you are awake and takes a picture. She sends it to Albedo later and he sets it as his phone's wallpaper.

Albedo staring at your lips winded me, thank you.

YES TO THE SWEATERS. I bet Albedo would have the softest and coziest sweaters too! Imagine it being a little cold out and you see Albedo across campus so you bound over to him and give him a hug. You nuzzle into him and mumble out a little 'hello' and say he's warm. You feel his laugh rumble through his chest while he greets you back, wrapping his arms around you

And I LOVE ALL YOUR HEADCANONS! I believe I found your blog around the time you posted Albedo's snort headcanon and it was too much for my heart!! I held tight to that headcanon and never let go lol. I also thought the science + college headcanons you had of him were really nice despite not being necessarily romantic!

Side note: I looked up that lobster fact and that's so cool!!

The Lobster Fact(tm) is my go-to ice breaker and it always fails. I'd imagine it's normally the same w/ Bedo OTL so sad...not many wish to know about potential lobster immortality.

I'm glad that you love the headcanons though!! I enjoy writing for Albedo so so much as you can tell ehe

That being said--if it makes you more comfy to send stuff in a few bursts of asks, I don't mind :DD I'll answer them as usual nodnod

OKIE DOKIE

-

"...Mona, yes?"

"Ah, I was expecting you to come around sooner or later, Kreideprinz."

Really, Albedo didn't mean to stumble upon the Astronomy major, but for some reason the thought of you has been on his mind and the campus' observatory just so happened to be on the way. With the meager hope that...maybe he'd find some sort of answer (in what, he wasn't really sure himself), there she was.

Luckily, she knew just what he was there for.

The moment that she twirls her hand with a wave, telling him that there isn't anything to worry about, the apprehension creeping within his chest at the thought of seeing you next-

disappeared.

It's not often that he turns to less orthodox methods, but he wouldn't lie. Knowing that--at least in Mona's opinion (which tended to be correct, anyway)--the two of you were undoubtly compatible? Something about how your constellations were intertwined...

In fact, Albedo turns a little theory around in his mind. Though based in old folktales, the idea that you gravitate towards those who are made of the very same stardust as yourself, suddenly made sense.

Or, perhaps he was just being hopeful.

-

Little does he know that you most definitely asked Mona about the same thing earlier that day.

-

AHHHHH BUT OF COURSE-

Any of those kinds of places--Botanical Gardens, Art Museums, Aquariums, Zoos, Museums in general--Any place where you're able to utterly lose yourself in your surroundings and look around in awe, really, are your go-to date outing destination!

Usually, it's just the two of you, maybe with Sucrose or Timaeus if it's for a particular class, as well as the occasional Klee in tow whenever Alice is busy with work.

But in this case, fingers interlocked, it's just the two of you on a impromptu trip to the art museum downtown after seeing a promotional banner about a new exhibit. Once inside, you rush along, Albedo trailing close behind with a light squeeze of your hand. The large area used for temporary exhibits isn't far from the entrance, so it's not long until you skid to a stop.

All along the walls are incredibly detailed oil paintings, the thin layered strokes glistening in the light. Albedo takes a moment to whisper to you about how oil paint works.

Due to the thinness of the paint and it's transparency, light passes through every carefully placed stroke, allowing for a unique sort of depth that isn't achievable with other painting media. You smile, the artificial light of the art exhibit making your features glow and Albedo can't help but wonder if you are like those paintings.

So complex, so carefully created in an image perfected with time. Your eyes search his and you say his name and Albedo clears his throat when he realizes he's been staring.

"Do you like this one?"

Ah, you must've assumed he took a liking to this particular painting.

His eyes shift back to it, taking in the sight of the balance of color, the composition, then back to you. He only stares a second longer before nodding.

Whether or not you realize the view he likes is you is something that he dwells on as you both make your way to the next painting.

-

If you had a penny for every time that someone comments on the way you compliment each other, you'd probably be able to pay off your tuition for next semester.

Okay, perhaps not, but the idea still stands.

You're only just at the end of the art exhibit when the security guard wishes the two of you a lovely date. Something about how young love is something to be treasured, something about how the two of you already seem so natural and comfortable in each other's presence.

Before you can mumble out an explanation, Albedo just squeezes your hand, gentle as always, and smiles.

It's a compliment, right? For someone to see how close you are, even if you really are just friends, is a good thing.

Ignoring the warmth that spreads over your cheeks, you smile and turn your head away shyly. Squeezing his hand back, the thought of what it'd be like if you were together crosses your mind.

-

Just as you lend books to him, he lends books to you. Surprisingly, this time it just so happens to be a poetry book--something that you expressed interest in a week ago but ended up not getting.

Within, he's left colorful notes with his neat, slanted writing.

Short discussions (presumably questions to himself) of what the poet must've been thinking, different possible scenarios, are peppered throughout the book. But one just so happens to catch your eye. Rather than a question, it's a statement. Simple, short, and...sweet.

'You carry the aura of the stars.'

The little yellow sticky note pasted beneath a love poem to the night sky stands out. Suppressing a flutter in your chest, you continue reading through the poem book with a few giggles at Albedo's musings until you find a note with most of the words crossed out.

It's entirely unlike him, the way that the dark ink scribbled over the words, making them illegible.

But at the bottom was a continued attempt--one you presume he was satisfied with by the way it lay pristine on the colorful paper.

'You look. I fail to speak.

Your mind, so brilliant as it is I wish to see behind To further appreciate the one I love.

I can only hope one day you shall let me in, So for now I wait patiently by your side.'

Who could he have written this for? You can't help but stare at the poetic attempt, knowing full well that Albedo seldom does something without meaning.

The book closes and you tuck it back on the shelf to ask about later.

-

AAAAA YESYESYESYES I LOVE THAT CUDDLE PILE W/ ALBEDO AND KLEE

Even though Albedo's a grade A student and certified genius (he's adamant in his denial, shaking his head and mumbling about how he just studies hard), he's not entirely a stickler for rules.

Well, that is, Aunt Alice's suggestion that Klee goes to bed by 9.

Instead, the three of you settle in the common room of Albedo's place in a bundle of pillows and blankets at the demands of a pillow fort.

The tv blinks on accompanied by the near silent click of the remote.

"What should we watch?"

Klee always ends up picking the movie. This time, she wants Alice in Wonderland, commenting on how the bunny is like her best friend Dodoco and the blonde girl on screen is named after mommy. Albedo doesn't bother correcting her, even though he knows quite well that dear, sweet Dodoco is a chinchilla.

Between sips of juice and a few mouthfuls of popcorn, the three of you fall asleep, Klee curled up besides you and Albedo's arm draped over you both.

Even when the sun is up in the sky, you sleep peacefully.

So, naturally, Aunt Alice has a spare key just in case something like this happens.

Immediately she's met with the sweetest view--her two kids (she's practically adopted Albedo as her own at this point) and--

Hiding a cheeky smile behind her hand, Alice can't help but sneak a little closer when she spies the way that you and Albedo somehow gravitated closer, his face buried in your hair and yours resting against his collar. Wedged between you with tousled hair, Klee snoozes peacefully.

She snaps a picture, followed by another, and another, and a fourth for good measures before meandering into the kitchen to prep something for breakfast.

Might as well let her three favorite people enjoy the comfort of sleep for a little longer...

You wake up the moment that Klee wiggles her way out of the blankets, nuzzling against the warmth radiating under your cheek.

Nice and cozy. Smells nice...wait.

Eyes fluttering open, you're met with a familiar birthmark and the nearly gone scent of Albedo's cologne.

You nearly pull away until the arm, now wrapped around your waist, pulls you closer accompanied by a satisfied sigh. Ah. You shut your eyes tight when you realize that Albedo's going to be asleep for at least another thirty minutes, resigning to your fate gladly.

Of course, Alice takes the opportunity to snap a few more pictures when you've finally fallen back asleep.

-

YES ALSO ALSO

Speaking of Albedo and sweaters and warm and also the just mentioned cologne. A little fun tidbit--not only are you familiar with the scent of his cologne because he wears it often, but it (in this au) is actually one that you picked out some time back. You probably were at the store together smelling some of the perfumes when you came across one that you were pleasantly surprised by.

Specifically, something that's lightly floral, a little warm but sweet with a hint of earthiness.

The pros? It fits Albedo perfectly! It also kinda sticks well and his place faintly smells of it.

The cons?? Well...you're embarrassed to say that hugging Albedo tends to drag on a little longer than anticipated because it's just such a comforting scent-

Not because you associate it with Albedo or anything-

Ehe

Man I really went to town again, didn't I?? Well, I'm glad that you enjoy my headcanons :DDD Albedo just seems like such a sweet person??? Like endearing in a way that just is...him. If that makes sense.

Brain go brrrrrr

I'll admit that my favorite headcanons for Bedo are mundane and domestic ones though! Like these! Just the little moments where there's nothing really going on except for him and you and ahhhh yesyesyes

Okay that's all-

#anon asks #albedo #albedo headcanons #genshin impact albedo #albedo x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact fics #genshin impact drabbles #modern au #college au #modern au albedo

[dreamwritesimagines]

Burn The Witch 12 - Bad Surprise [Bucky Barnes x Reader]

A.N: Thank you so much for your wonderful support and feedback my loves ! ❤ Here’s the next chapter, I hope you like it as well and please let me know what you think! ❤ Thank you! ❤❤❤

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Warnings: Enemies to lovers, fake dating, mentions of blood, sex, violence, death, manipulation, language, guns, knives.

Summary: Sometimes plans have to change.

Series Masterlist

Every job required something from people, and your job was no different.

Being a spy was not a conventional profession, everyone knew that. You were expected to be on the move all the time, be a good liar, be a good fighter, be whatever the job told you to.

And most important of all; never show fear, which you were usually fine with. You had learned long ago how to keep your calm in times of crisis. You had even managed to keep your calm facade when your last mission required you to play Russian Roulette with a target in order to keep your cover.

But this? This was something else.

Bucky cleared his throat to stifle a laugh as he looked down at you.

“Is it just me or are you using me as a human shield against a peacock right now?”

Your eyes snapped up at his for a moment before you turned your gaze to the peacock again, taking a subtle step to Bucky’s right to keep him between you and the animal.

Coming to the zoo was his idea, and you thought it could be a fun experience. You had never been to a zoo before, and it would count as one of the old times dates, so you were almost giggly by the time you got there.

Right until now.

“I think peacocks don’t have souls.”

“Alright.” Bucky sipped his coffee while you tried to ignore the fear bubbling at the pit of your stomach, eyeing the peacock that walked around the area behind the fences.

“I’m serious,” you insisted “What if it attacks me?”

“It’s not going to attack you Y/N.”

“It could,” you said, “It looks like it wants to attack me.”

The peacock fanned out its feathers all of a sudden and let out a squawk, making you jump out of your skin.

“Fuck!” the curse left your lips and Bucky’s eyebrows rose, an amused grin pulling at his lips.

“Sorry!” you said quickly, “Sorry, I…I don’t trust peacocks.”

“You got mugged in a dark alley and got shot, and a bird is where you draw the line?”

Correction, you were once held at gunpoint by the Italian mafia and peacocks were still where you drew the line.

“That’s not a bird.”

“….Peacocks are birds.”

“No, that’s the devil looking like a bird,” you said, “In-in bird shape. Bird shaped demon.”

“Okay, how about we see some other less threatening animal?”

“Let me check—oh my God Bucky they have sharks, I love sharks!” you said, waving the brochure in his face and he pulled his brows together.

“Sharks fall under the less threatening animal category?”

“Of course they do!” you said, looking at the brochure before looking around, “I think the aquarium is over there, let’s go.”

You grabbed his hand to entwine your fingers with his as you both started walking towards the huge blue structure.

“So I feel like I shouldn’t ask because I know you can’t exactly tell me the details,” you said, “But you’re not going on another mission soon, are you? This week?”

“I don’t think so,” he said, “Why?”

“I’m kind of planning something.”

He tilted his head, “What are you planning?”

“Not a club, relax.” you said, “Although I find it quite ironic that you’re this unstoppable brave superhero with super strength who gets intimidated by dancing.”

“I’m not intimidated…” he grumbled under his breath, making you giggle.

“Whatever you say,” you sang, and reached the entrance of the huge building and you pulled your hand out of his.

“Excuse me sir, is the aquarium still open?” you asked the security guard by the door and a small smirk appeared on his lips.

“Yes but it is closing in ten minutes sweetheart.”

Sweetheart?

Jesus Christ….

You smiled politely at him, batting your lashes.

“Oh—“ you took a look at the sign, “I just want to see the killer shark and we’ll be out. In five minutes. Please?”

He eyed you up and down but seemed to snap out of it when Bucky cleared his throat behind you as if warning him, making the guy gawk between you two.

Even you had to admit you seemed like a quite unusual couple. You were wearing a short white sundress with ruffled sleeves and sweetheart neckline with your hair loose while Bucky looked as if he was there to kill someone, a complete opposite of you with his dark jeans and black leather jacket as well as leather gloves.

You didn’t even have to turn your head to know that he was glaring at the guard before the guy shifted his weight, then stepped aside.

“Enjoy.”

“Thank you!” you said, grabbing Bucky’s hand as you led him inside. He followed you without any objections whatsoever, in complete silence as the sight of blue filled your vision along with many fish swimming behind the glass.

“You don’t even see it, do you?” he asked softly and you pulled your brows together.

“Hm?”

“Does anyone ever say no to you?”

You approached the label by the glass, “You do.”

“Do I?”

“All the time,” you nodded, still reading the label but your head shot up when you felt him tug you by the hand. A giggle escaped from your lips as he turned you around so that you could look up at him, then wrapped his arm around you to scoop you up, making you squeal.

“Bucky!”

“All the time?”

“Put me down!” you said, your laughter echoing in the empty aquarium halls and he tilted his head.

“Not until you explain yourself,” he teased you, “All the time?”

“Sometimes, sometimes!” you said quickly, “Very rare times I might add!”

“Mm hm, I thought so.”

“If you drop me, I swear to God—“ you started but was cut off when he pulled you into a kiss, making you wrap your arms around his neck. He took a step with you still in his embrace and you gasped as you felt your back hit the thick glass, but every single protest you could think of seemed to disappear from your mind as you lost yourself in the kiss. You raked your fingernails over the nape of his neck, making his grip around you tighter-

Then someone coughed.

Bucky pulled back instantly and you turned your head to see another rather annoyed technician leaning on her hip, watching you with her brows raised.

“Aquarium is about to close,” she said, pointing at you, “Take it elsewhere.”

Bucky put you down and you tried to fix the skirt of your dress, trying to look presentable.

“Sorry!” you said as Bucky mumbled an apology beside you as well, and the technician shook her head and walked away, talking about how she wasn’t getting paid enough for this. You covered your face and let out a whine but Bucky chuckled, causing you to lower your hands to stare up at him.

“Why is this entertaining for you?” you exclaimed and he held your wrist, gently steering you to the exit.

“Come on.”

“We can never come here again, ever.” you insisted as you followed him outside. It didn’t escape your notice that he bumped his shoulder into the security guard’s quite hard, almost knocking him over on your way out and your jaw dropped.

“That was mean!”

“Nah, he had it coming. Are you hungry?”

“But you could get in trouble. Besides, he was a nice guy—“

“Uh huh, a nice guy who was ogling you.”

You pulled your brows together, pretending to be confused, “Oh I’m sure you misunderstood.”

He tilted his head and pulled you closer to wrap his arm around your waist, then brushed his lips against yours, making you sigh.

“Bucky, it was mean and you can’t just kiss me to distract me—”

“I can try,” he murmured to your lips before kissing you again and you looked up at him when he pulled back with a grin.

“Fine,” you admitted, still pouting. “I’m hungry. Starving actually, let’s eat something.”

                                                    ***

You were finding it harder and harder to convince yourself it was time to go home after every date with Bucky.

Scratch that, you were finding it harder and harder not to invite him upstairs.

But of course, you would have to report it back to the General and discuss the further strategies with him and for some reason, it felt more of a betrayal than this whole thing.

Surprisingly enough, it was something you wanted and not something you would will yourself to do because of the mission. There was no denying it, he was an attractive guy and you really liked spending time with him and you kept having dreams about him and whenever you were with him you had this lightness in your mind, as if you were a different person.

A better person, maybe.

You shook your head at your thoughts and left your apartment to knock on Keith’s door.

“It’s me, open up.”

You heard footsteps before he opened the door and a boyish smile pulled at his lips at the sight of milkshakes in your hand.

“Jesus, finally!”

“I made it at home, can’t promise it’s good,” you said as you walked past him into his apartment and stepped into the living room, “What are you watching?”

“James Bond,” he grinned at you, “Hey, have you ever tried milkshake with gin?”

“No?”

“Me neither, let’s try it.” He said, taking the big glasses from you to pour gin into them. You sat on the couch and took a look at the screen.

“How many times have you watched this again?”

“Like a hundred,” he handed you your glass and you took a sip.

“Not bad,” you commented, putting your feet up on the coffee table. He sat beside you, keeping his eyes on the screen.

“What did you do today?”

“Had a date.”

“With Barnes?”

“Yeah. At the zoo.”

“He took you to the zoo?” he asked and you nodded.

“Yeah.”

“And?”

“And peacocks are fucking scary,” you muttered, “And hey, we learned that Bucky is the jealous type.”

“The guy was dating people back at 40s, I could tell you that much myself.” He snorted, “Chloe says you went on a mission with Julian?”

You slipped a little on the couch, “He’s an asshole.”

“I know. Is he really that bad in bed?”

You shrugged your shoulders, “Nah as much as I hate to admit, he’s pretty good. Unfortunately.”

“So top or bottom?”

“He goes either way to be honest, that comment was more about me.”

“About you?”

“Yeah, I like to be on top.”

“Suddenly everything about you makes sense,” he murmured and you took another sip of your milkshake.  

“Don’t try that with Barnes though, the guy is from 1940s. He’s probably used to missionary only, you don’t want to give him a heart attack,” he wiggled his brows, making you scoff.

“Shut up.”

“Chloe is right, maybe you should go full on vintage on that when the time comes.”

You turned to look at him.

“Speaking of Chloe,” you said, “Anything you would like to tell me?”

Keith’s grin faded slightly and he shifted his weight, “Like what?”

“Bringing her coffee, taking her out to the field…” you trailed off, “What gives, man? I thought we had a deal.”

“We never had a deal,” he defended himself, “You slammed me back during training years ago at the academy and told me not to even think about it when you saw me looking at her.”

“No,” you shook your head, “Five years ago, in Ireland. That undercover job, the one that almost got you killed? We made a deal.”

He swallowed thickly, looking down at the milkshake before taking a sip. “Y/N…”

“Keith, you can’t,” you insisted, “She deserves a normal life, a normal family and kids and a dog and stuff.”

“I know,” he ran a hand over his face, “I know.”

“Then?”

“I don’t know.”

“You’re a spy,” you said, “You said it yourself, spies die like flies.”

“Not all of them,” he said, “General is still alive. He has a family.”

“Yeah, one in a hundred,” you said, “Face it. That’s a very low possibility for us.”

“You don’t think you’ll get to grow old and have a family and all that?”

You pulled your brows together.

“No,” you said, “Of course not. I’m probably going to die in one of these missions.”

“You don’t believe that.”

“Keith, I can’t have any of those,” you said, “I can’t. I…it’s impossible.”

“Don’t you want to?”

“It doesn’t matter what I want,” you muttered, “I made my choice ages ago.”

“Y/N,” he sat up straighter, “Do you want to?”

With a very bad timing, your imagination went overdrive and a strange scene flashed before your eyes. You laughing in Bucky’s arms, watching two kids playing in the garden-

You shook your head, trying to shake off the thoughts.

“I could never have that,” you stated simply, “You might love Chloe and you might also be lucky enough to have her love you but…it’s not the same with me.”

“I’d say Barnes loves you.”

A bitter smile pulled at your lips and you bit inside your cheek, taking another sip of your milkshake.

“He loves someone who doesn’t exist,” you managed to croak out, “He loves my cover. He could never love me.”

                                                           ***

Spending the night at Keith’s and drowning your sorrows in gin and milkshake meant that you would have a killer hangover the next day. Unlike Keith, you didn’t have the luxury to sleep until the noon, seeing that you had a cover job to keep so for the whole day until noon, you walked around like a zombie.

Coffee helped though. Just a little.

Thankfully it was a slow day at the shop. After serving a couple of people, you had nothing to do other than seriously considering sticking your head in the freezer to get rid of the hangover.

“Long night?” Tara asked as she walked past you to put the straws into the cup and you nodded, groaning.

“Remind me not to drink, ever.”

“I make that promise to myself every Monday, does not seem to work.”

You chuckled, “Have you ever tried to mix gin into milkshakes?”

“No?”

“Don’t,” you shook your head as you helped her to move an empty milkshake container into the kitchen. “It’s a terrible idea and I’m experiencing the consequences of that mistake right now.”

“That sounds like a fun night though.”

“Fun night, terrible morning,” you let out a laugh as you walked out of the kitchen but as soon as you did, your eyes caught the sight of the man in the shop. Your smile was wiped off your face as the familiar anger filled your system.

Jesus Christ, this day sucks.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” you asked and Julian had the audacity to shoot you a grin.

“Whoa cute outfit,” he said, eyeing you up and down, “Holy shit I didn’t even know I was into this whole thing, I’m having an epiphany.”

You looked over your shoulder to see if Tara was still in the kitchen, then turned to Julian.

“What are you doing here?”

“I was craving milkshakes,” he stated, “Hey, would you recommend Lavender Macaron?”

“Get the fuck out of here.”

“I think I’m gonna go with Lavender Macaron, makes me think of France,” he said, “Fun times.”

“Fun for you maybe.”

He shot you a look, “Come on Y/N, we didn’t leave the honeymoon suite for two days. That was the greatest-“ he lowered his voice, “Mission I’ve ever had.”

“You’re putting this entire operation in—“ you started but stopped talking as soon as Tara walked out of the kitchen. Julian raised his brows for a moment before smiling at her and you went under the counter to grab his arm.

“Y/N, is everything okay?”

“Just peachy,” you said as you dragged him out of the shop, and he heaved a sigh, following you.

“No I’m serious…” he said with a chuckle as soon as you both stepped outside, then motioned at the uniform, “This is something else.”

“Why are you here?”

“I heard that it was good, I did not think it was this good.”

“I’m seriously two seconds away from punching you.”

“How come you never dressed up like this for me when we were dating?”

“What the fuck are you doing here?” you insisted and he shrugged his shoulders.

“I was around.”

“And I’m supposed to believe that?”

“Believe whatever you want,” he said, “Your shop has good rating, although I’m beginning to believe it has less to do with milkshakes and more about the waitresses.”

“Julian I swear to God—“ you started but you were cut off when someone cleared his throat, making both you and Julian turn your heads. Your stomach dropped as soon as you saw Bucky watching you two with a frown and you withdrew your hand from Julian’s arm.

“Bucky,” you breathed out, “Um-hi.”

“Hi,” he said without taking his eyes off Julian, and you could almost see the wheels turning in his head.

He was trying to decide whether he was a threat to you.

“I didn’t…I didn’t know you were coming.”

“I figured I could drop by,” he said, crossing his arms, “What’s going on?”

Fuck.

Fuck, you had no idea how to turn this around. Thankfully neither of you had said anything about the mission, so it was more than likely that Bucky just knew you knew each other, but other than that, your cover wasn’t blown.

“Nothing! Nothing at all, he’s just—“ you stammered, trying to come up with an explanation, “He’s um—“  

“Oh come on Y/N, don’t be one of those secretive people,” Julian said, “You hate secrets. You’re Bucky, right? I heard about you.”

Bucky just raised his brows, his glare on him unwavering but even if it was quite chilling, Julian was a trained assassin just like you were, so he was used to it. Instead he curled his lips, looking between you before offering him his hand.

“I’m Julian,” he introduced himself, shooting you a grin as if you two shared an inside joke “The evil ex-boyfriend who’s gonna take her from you.”

Chapter 13

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #tfatws #bucky barnes imagine #marvel #bucky barnes x you #the falcon and the winter soldier

[prettyboybuckley]

Fic prompt: how about buddie’s first big fight as a couple? And how they deal with the aftermath.

I am so sorry this took me like two and a half weeks, I asked for prompts and then promptly (hah) got overwhelmed by college work (also there might be 5k that I just kind of yeeted and then started over)

(this has barely been proofread so it might be a bit messy)

went off like sirens (2.6k)

Eddie can't help but feel like there is something wrong with him. Buck would probably be the first one to refute that, followed closely by Christopher, the team, and even Frank. He's been intensely happy for the past month, living in this little bubble of love with Buck, ever since they finally pulled their heads out of their asses and got together. It's pure domestic bliss, Buck spending more time at the Diaz house than at his own apartment, and Eddie dreads every morning he has to wake up without Buck in his bed. Basically, he's doing great, until he isn't. And that doesn't make sense, because life is going great, and there is no reason for him to feel like he's suddenly sinking into a pitch-black hole that he can't seem to climb out of. Because of that, the most logical thing to do seems to hide it. Eddie is very good at hiding. The problem there is that Buck is also very perceptive, which is ironic considering it took him years to realize Eddie was in love with him, but he knows something is up almost right away. "What's up with you?" he asks the moment Eddie drags himself into the kitchen at nine in the morning, about two and a half hours later than he usually would. There is a slight frown creasing his eyebrows, corners of his mouth turned down as he takes Eddie in. "You've been off the past few days."

Continues under the cut or read on ao3!

Eddie just shrugs, shuffling over to where Buck is doing the dishes from his and Christopher's breakfast so he can wrap himself around his boyfriend, his face buried in Buck's neck.

Of course, Buck is weak for Eddie clinging against him like a koala, which is exactly why Eddie went for this tactic. He quickly wipes his hands on the nearby dishtowel and then wraps his arms around Eddie, hugging him close. It seems to distract him enough from his question, or at least makes him drop the question.

He takes his face out of the warm comfort of Buck's neck so he can tilt his head up and softly press their lips together, before pulling back

When Eddie pulls out of the embrace, he gets to make himself a bowl of cereal in peace, though he feels like he can still feel Buck's eyes on him even with his back turned.

The next few days feel like he's dragging himself through them, almost counting the minutes when he isn't fully occupied with something else. It feels like he's moving through a thick, dark, cloud that makes everything feel like it's slow as syrup.

He doesn't realize the date on the calendar until another two days later, and when he does it all makes sense. Well, not fully, because he hadn't kept track of what month it was, but it seems like his subconscious remembers all too well.

One year since he got shot down by a sniper in the middle of the street. Buck probably remembered, and that's why he's been hovering like a worried little puppy.

Eddie doesn't want to worry him any more than he already has.

When Buck takes Christopher out to the zoo that weekend, Eddie begs out of it with the excuse of having to do some chores around the house. Instead, he spends most of the day in bed, curled up under the covers.

He needs to be strong, he needs to be okay. He can do that, even if it takes all the effort he can muster.

The thing is, they made some promises when they got together. Things like telling each other everything and always having each other's back - though the second thing they have been doing since they met.

Eddie is breaking his promise right now, and he feels guilty about that. But a lifetime of habit is hard to give up, so whenever Buck asks how he's doing he says 'fine' and then gets away from him as fast as he can.

It's taking a toll on them.

Hence, Buck cornering him on Monday, one day before it's officially been a year since the shooting, clearly determined not to let Eddie get away with what he's been doing.

"We need to talk," Buck says, arms crossed over his chest, and Eddie's stomach drops, the words automatically making him put up his defenses.

"What about?"

His voice sounds stilted even to his own ears, and he can feel the tension in his shoulders.

A muscle in Buck's jaw ticks for just a moment, the rest of his face unreadable.

"You know what I mean, Eds," he says with a sigh, and the mask falls, and all Eddie can see is disappointment. It makes his hackles rise because he doesn't want to disappoint Buck, he doesn't want to disappoint anyone.

When he doesn't say anything, Buck continues: "I don't get why you always think you have to do everything on your own, Eddie, don't you remember that we talked about this? I am tired of this martyrdom of yours, we're in a relationship for a reason."

It makes Eddie's hackles rise, and he thought he could deal with criticism by now, but coming from Buck it somehow hits harder. Maybe it's because of what they are, but he feels like there is also something so hypocritical about Buck's words. It's not like the guy is that good at asking for help himself.

"Takes one to know one," Eddie retorts, and that just seems to anger Buck.

"That's a low blow, Eddie, I just want to help you!"

They are standing there with their shoulders squared, hands clenched into fists, and Eddie wonders how they got here.

But he's never been good at being the first one to give up in a fight, the result of being raised by his father and having been in a relationship with Shannon. All they ever did was fight.

"I don't need your fucking help, Evan," he spits out, and Buck's face crumbles as he stumbles back like he's been physically hit, but Eddie can't stop himself. "I don't need you to try and fix me when you always refuse to let anyone fix you."

He regrets it as soon as he's said it, as soon as all the words have left his mouth. Buck nods, jaw clenched tightly, and Eddie thinks he might be holding back tears.

"Wow," Buck whispers. "Why don't you tell me how you really feel."

Eddie can feel his fingers tremble where they're clenched tight around his biceps, his heart beating a mile a minute. His tongue seems to be stuck to the roof of his mouth, and he wants to apologize, but he can't. He looks away, finding himself unable to keep seeing that expression on Buck's face.

"I think we need a little time apart, even if I don't like the idea of leaving you alone right now."

His voice is quiet, sad. Eddie's head snaps back up, and when Buck starts walking backwards to the door, Eddie wants to reach out, but he's frozen in place.

One last look, the front door opening and closing, and then he's alone.

Once again, Eddie Diaz has ruined another good thing for himself.

When Christopher comes home, he asks: "where is Buck?" and Eddie doesn't know what to say.

Maddie calls later on, because apparently Buck isn't picking up his phone and she'd assumed he'd be at Eddie's. He doesn't tell her they fought, just says Buck is at his apartment for the night. She probably can guess there's something's up if Buck's not with him, though.

He goes to bed, lies awake until deep into the night with the feeling that there is a boulder sitting on his chest. The next morning the first thing he does is call Frank for an emergency session. It's been months since he last went to therapy, quitting the moment he was allowed to.

Frank manages to find a spot for him only a few hours later, and every step into the building is harder than the last, but he makes it all the way to Frank's office, to the chair he's sat in what feels like a million times.

"So, Eddie, why did you request this session," Frank asks him, and for what is probably almost a minute Eddie just stares at him. Then everything comes spilling out.

He knows Frank must have a lot of thoughts about him right now, considering therapy before was kind of like pulling teeth. Eddie never really told Frank anything he didn't have to.

They talk about the shooting again, about how the anniversary has him feeling off-kilter and sometimes even downright depressed. Eddie has always liked the way Frank gets to the point fast, not beating around the bush about anything.

Frank doesn't really tell him anything he didn't know yet, just things he's been ignoring. It feels like failing if it's been a year and he still feels like he's crumbling at the edges. He should be okay by now.

("Were you okay a year after Afghanistan?" Frank asks him, and Eddie doesn't answer.)

Of course, eventually, they get to the topic of Buck. Frank didn't know about their relationship yet, since it's only been a month and Eddie quit therapy long before he'd even considered him and Buck might become a thing.

Eddie repeats what he said to Buck, and Frank asks him: "did you mean it?"

A rush of shame washes over him at the fact that he needs to think about his answer. It should be no.

"When I said it, I did, I think," he says, and he's frowning down at the little scab on his hand, picking on it with his nails. "Maybe not just then, but I never should have said it this harshly, you know? I should have just talked to him about it, in a- in a normal way."

He looks back up at Frank, a little nervously, chewing on his bottom lip. Frank doesn't say anything, which he usually does when he wants Eddie to figure something out for himself.

"I feel like I've ruined everything by lashing out like this," Eddie sighs, wringing his hands together.

"You won't know if you talk to him."

Eddie pulls a face because he knows Frank is right, but he can't help but counter: "I don't think he wants to talk to me right now."

And maybe he's just making excuses, but it's hard to think about anything but the look on Buck's face when he left yesterday, the way he said they'd need some time apart.

"You won't find out if you don't try."

Yeah, maybe Frank's got a point. Eddie isn't going to tell him that, though.

He fully expects having to agonize over texting or calling Buck, actually considers just showing up at his place and hoping for the best. Buck has a hard time saying no, usually, but it feels wrong to take advantage of that in this situation.

It turns out he doesn't have to worry about it all that much. When he gets to his car there is a text message waiting for him on his phone.

'I know I said we needed time away, but are you okay?' it reads.

Eddie fidgets with his phone, forearms resting on the steering wheel.

Lie and give him space. Be honest and…

He texts back: 'not really, can we talk?'

Then: 'I talked to Frank'.

Three seconds later his phone rings, Buck's name appearing on the screen. Eddie stares at it, wonders why now that he has a chance to talk to him, he feels stuck again. He manages to pick up anyway.

"Hey," he says, and his voice comes out rough.

For a moment, Buck doesn't say anything. Then: "hey."

"I-"

The words get stuck, and he lets out a frustrated noise.

"We probably shouldn't do this over the phone," Buck sighs, and Eddie's heart skips a beat inside his chest.

"I'll be right over."

He probably drives a little faster than he should, but he pointedly doesn't watch his speed too closely. All he can think about is getting to Buck's apartment as fast as he can. When he gets there he practically runs up the stairs to Buck's floor, knocking three times in rapid succession and then bouncing on the balls of his feet as he waits for the door to open.

Buck doesn't look great, but Eddie figures he doesn't look much better. He walks past Buck into the apartment when the other man moves aside to let him in.

Eddie hovers a little awkwardly by the kitchen island, watching as Buck moves over to the fancy coffee machine where he starts making two cups. They don't say anything.

The coffee is done, and Eddie takes his cup when Buck holds it out over the kitchen island. It's his favorite, the one he always uses when he's over at Buck's apartment. His heart aches.

"I'm sorry for what I said," he says, looking Buck in the eyes as he does. "For the way I said it."

"You were at least a bit right."

Eddie grimaces, shakes his head. "That's not an excuse, I know that, you know that, and I know it's not something we can just gloss over."

Buck is staring off into the distance, somewhere over Eddie's shoulder, not so much lost in thought as that he's just avoiding eye contact, however unintentional it is.

"I know I'm not good at asking for help," Buck says, voice almost a whisper. "And I just- I want to help you get better because I can't stand to watch you hurt. And I'm so scared that if I can't, that you'll- that you'll leave me."

He opens his mouth to protest, but Buck holds up his hand to silence him, shaking his head.

"I know what you're going to say, but everyone leaves me eventually, Eddie. Everyone."

"I wrote you into my will, Buck," Eddie says. "What makes you think I have any intention of leaving you?"

There are tears in Buck's eyes, jaw trembling as he averts his gaze again.

"There are no conditions to me loving you, Buck, and the way you were hovering over me made me feel trapped, like you were waiting for me to break down. I was scared you'd realize you could do better, hell, you can do better than me."

Buck sets his cup of coffee down hard enough that Eddie almost expects it to shatter. There is wetness on his cheek, a lone tear rolling down, and he knows there will surely follow more.

"I don't want to do better, Eds," Buck whispers. "I just want to be with you and Christopher, and for us to figure things out and be happy."

His hand twitches where it's resting on the countertop, and Eddie itches to reach out, take Buck's hand in his own.

"I think we've both got a long road to happy, after everything we've been through."

Buck huffs out a laugh, sounding a little desperate. "Probably."

Eddie's hand is halfway across the counter by now, mostly of its own accord. He reaches out, laces his fingers with Buck's, and holds his hand tight.

"I'm not leaving you until I'm six feet under, Evan," Eddie says, making sure to look Buck in the eyes as he says it.

The other man actually cracks a little smile at that, squeezing Eddie's hand.

"That almost sounds like a proposal, Diaz."

"Oh believe me," Eddie tells him with a slight grin. "If I propose you'll know it."

He brings their joined hands to his lips, kissing them softly.

"But first we have a lot more things to talk about and figure out, and I've got some more apologizing to do, and probably a bunch of therapy to attend."

Buck smiles. "We'll figure it out together."

Yeah, Eddie thinks, they'll figure it out together.

inbox is open for prompts!

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[hyunsuks-beanie]

I Love You Too, Love

Bang Chan x reader; just some good ol' tooth-rotting fluff

A/N: My first attempt at writing a real scenario lmao. Do lmk how it was❤Also, it's funny how I'm an anti-romantic to the core, but it all goes out the window when it's Chan

Coming back home at night after a long day at uni/work, you wanted nothing more than to cuddle and watch a nice movie with Chan. Your best friend had been on tour with his group, Stray Kids, for the past three months, and the daily messages and FaceTime calls were not nearly enough to stop you from missing him like crazy. The teeny tiny (or so you insisted) crush that you had on him, didn't help either. You missed his voice, his tight hugs, the way he would always listen to rant about your day, the way he would always know what to say, the way his smile would light up your day, everything. While he did try to fill the gap by still listening to your rants on a daily basis on FaceTime, it just wasn't the same without him being there in person.

Sighing, you unlock your door, expecting to be met with pitch darkness. Instead, what you saw made you drop your bag to the floor, as tears welled up in your eyes. There, standing in the middle of your living room, was Chan, your best friend, who was supposed to be away for yet another month. Not able to believe your eyes, you pinch yourself, only to realize that he is indeed there, in the flesh, smiling at you as if you mean the world to him (unbeknownst to you, you most certainly do).

"Missed me?," he asks, and you suddenly find yourself running towards him at full speed, crashing into his chest and wrapping your arms around him in the tightest hug ever. This causes Chan to slightly lose his balance, and makes him laugh heartily before placing a gentle kiss atop your head. "I missed you too, love. So so so much."

After staying like that for a solid two minutes, you finally break free, glaring up at him playfully. "Why didn't you tell me you were coming home?," You ask, trying your best to suppress your smile and appear angry. This causes him to chuckle before cheekily saying, "If I had told you, I wouldn't have been able to seen your true happiness at seeing me. If you already knew, you would probably have acted as if you're disgusted that I'm back, and we didn't want that now, did we?"

You shove his chest slightly, before finally turning your head towards the dining table, only to be met with the sight and aroma of all your favourite dishes, that Chan had apparently spent all evening trying to make. "You must be hungry. Freshen up and let's dig in, I'm starving," He says, pushing you lightly towards the bathroom. While getting changed, you finally register the fact that your heart is hammering in your chest, reminding you that the man standing in your living room means so much more to you than just your best friend.

Being away from Chan for months has made you realize that what you feel for him is much more than just a crush. You may very well be in love with him, but you're too scared to admit it because neither do you want to face rejection, nor can you bring yourself to put his career at risk. With these thoughts in mind, you finally exit the bathroom, sighing deeply to yourself.

You don't, however, notice that Chan too, is in a dilemma of his own. Before going on tour, he too, knew that he liked you. But being away from you made him realize that you are his home, and that he would much rather be with you than with anyone else. He has been planning to confess today, and has been trying to gauge your feelings ever since you came back home. Your sigh doesn't escape him, and, full of concern, he asks, "What's wrong, love? Got something on your mind? You know you can always tell me." Truth be told, he's worried and scared that you already know about his feelings, and don't reciprocate them. He fails to see your knees going week and a blush creeping up your cheeks at the nickname, and instead, all he notices is you giving him a small smile and saying, "Not at all Channie, I'm completely fine. Now let's eat up before the food goes cold."

Once you guys get a couple bites in, the awkward atmosphere starts easing once again. Chan tells you all about the tour and all the places he saw. "London was the best, but I wish you were there. You would have enjoyed the London Eye." "Well then, you'll have to take me there one day." You tell him about how life has been back in Seoul, ranting about your annoying professor/boss, and he tells you about all the small trinkets that he saw at souvenir shops that reminded him of you. "That charm bracelet was so you, I just had to buy it." "You didn't have to Chan. I don't need any gifts, having you back home is enough."

After dessert, you ask him if he'd stay the night, and he says that since he has the week off, the boys don't expect him to back at dorms until the following morning. "So.....you're staying?," You ask with a small smile tugging at your lips. He smiles back at you lovingly, and ruffles your hair before saying, "Yes love, I'm staying. Now let's watch a movie."

After picking the movie, you come back to sit on the couch next to Chan, throwing your legs across his lap. Now it's his turn to blush, but unlike him, you're not oblivious to his reddening cheeks. "Awww, is Channie blushing? Why? This isn't the first time I've thrown my legs over your lap," You chuckle, causing him to hide his face in his hands. "Yeah but, I've really missed this being away from you all this while," He smiles warmly.

The first half of the movie goes by with the both of you making random comments about it. At one particular scene where the characters are having nachos, Chan suddenly exclaims, "Salsa reminds me, the boys and I learnt a little Salsa during our time in Italy, and I really wanted to teach you some of the moves." "Me?," You ask, bewildered, causing Chan to become shy and start stuttering. "I-I m-mean if you w-want to. It's o-okay if y-you don't."

You're having a hard time trying not to melt into a puddle at his cuteness, as you force your mouth to open, and say, "No Chan, I'd love to." "Really?," He returns to his giggly self, as he gets up off the couch and extends his hand out for your to take. You smile and take his hand, and he brings you to the center of the room. "Just one sec," He says, pausing to pick the music on his phone. Once he's done, he places his phone on the table, and starts guiding you through the dance, one step at a time, with the movie being nothing more than a long-forgotten background noise. "Left foot forward, right foot backward. That's right, now dip, and come back. Now place your leg on my waist....," You both freeze at this, realizing what he just said. It's only then that you notice just how close you are to him, and the familiar feeling of your heart racing comes back. You both stare at each other, hypnotized, before your eyes flick to his lips and back up to his eyes. When he does the same, you timidly ask, "Can I kiss you?"

That's all it takes to break Chan out of his trance, as he crashes his lips onto yours, kissing you as if his life depends on it. You don't even notice that he is backing you up, until you feel your back hit the wall. His lips taste sweet and a little spicy, which you attribute to the food you had earlier. The kiss is soft but full of emotions, and even though it does seem a bit cliche, you can feel fireworks fly. The butterflies in your stomach every time you see Chan seem to have been replaced by a whole zoo, and you can't help but smile into the kiss. This causes Chan to break into a smile as well, before he gently lets go.

"I really want to keep kissing you because God have I been waiting to do that for years, but I feel like I need to get this off my chest first," He says, shy once again. "I like you, a hell lot. Actually no, screw that, I think I'm already in love with you. I've known this for a long time, but I was just scared to admit it. Being away from you during the tour made me realize that I want to be more than just 'best friends' with you. I want to call you 'mine,' and I want to be yours." "Oh Channie, you don't know how much I have wanted to hear you say that you love me too, this distance has been a wake-up call for me too, but I was just so scared of jeopardizing either our friendship, or your career. And I can't have either of those two." "Don't worry about my career, we'll find a way out love. Just say the word, say that you love me." To this, you gawk at him, before saying, "I gave you a speech on that just now, didn't I? Of course I love you." "Yeah but you didn't explicitly say that you love me, idiot. But now that you've said the right words, I legit feel like the happiest man on earth." You shove him slightly before wrapping your arms around his torso. "So, now that we've got our feelings sorted, what does that mean for us?" "Well, for starters, I think it means that my nickname for you just took on a literal meaning," Chan smirks. You pout at this, but then say, "I love you Channie." He places his chin in your head, and says, "I love you too, love."

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[anwynb2003]

Um... I think I made a BatFam AU while half-asleep...

Ok so, I wake up, and it seems last night I wrote out a messy explanation of a story that I just might have to write now... but I've read literally one Batman comic (Death in the Family), and all my knowledge comes from either YouTube, Wikis, and stories on AO3...

Hyperfixation is fun, isn't it?

Anyway, here's a copy-paste of what I wrote in my half-asleep state at around 2:00 last night (note, the doc itself is simply titled "C'mon. You Know."):

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Tireeeeed let’s do this

Okay so

AU: No superheroes. Bruce Wayne is just a rich dude who starts taking in orphans because reasons.

First up was Dick Grayson, who he adopted when he was 9.

7 years later, he added 13-year-old Jason Todd.

3 years later, 12-year-old Tim Drake.

2 years later, 14-year-old Cassie Cain.

And finally, 2 years after that, he learned of and gained custody of his only biological son: 10-year-old Damian Wayne.

Only a year after Damian joined the family though, Brucie boy died, presumably in a “tragic accident”, but it’s quickly revealed that someone’s altered his will, leaving his kids with none of the family’s fortune; not even their home.

Dick, who’d moved out a few years ago, now has custody of his 3 youngest siblings, and only a small, 2-bedroom house in Blüdhaven to care for them in.

Jason, who for a variety of reasons had run away at 15, and had stayed away for the most part, reluctantly agrees to move in Full House style to help Dick, while all the siblings work with their ex-butler/grandfather figure Alfred, and family-friends Jim and Babs Gordon to figure out the mystery of their father’s death and will.

Tensions run high, Dick’s having a breakdown, Jay’s struggling to Dad (verb), Tim’s gay and spiralling, Cass struggles with speech, and Dami’s emotionally stunted. Yay!

So we got:

Dick, 24-year-old officer of the BPD. Adopted at 9 years old after losing his parents in a circus act gone wrong, Dick stayed with Bruce until he was 18, when after a heated argument he left for college. He made up with his father over the next couple years and stayed in contact, often visiting him and his siblings.

Jason, 21-year-old, works part-time at a gym in Crime Alley, Gotham City. Adopted when he was 13, after several years of living on the streets after his step-mother’s death by overdose and his father’s “peace out” moment. Discovered the identity of his birth-mother, ran away to go find her because teen angst and increasing fights with Bruce, then she was found dead a week later (her ex was charged and found guilty) and while Jay couldn’t be found, much of the blood at the crime scene was his. Then, randomly, he contacted his family again 4 years later, at 19. Didn’t move back in, and things were quite tense between him and Bruce, but still hung out with his siblings outside the home (though he was angry at Tim at first, for being adopted less than a year after his “death” and "replacing" him).

Tim, 17-year-old honours student. Adopted when he was 12, but actually started hanging around the house a little before that, as Dick was tutoring him after school. This helped both Dick, and Bruce to discover how neglectful and emotionally abusive his parents were, and Bruce literally had to sue for custody for this kid. He won.

Cassie, another 17-year-old. Adopted at 14, she’d been on the streets much like Jason had, but of her own volition… to a point. She was scarred after seeing her father do… something, when she was only 8 years old (she’s repressed so hard that even she doesn’t remember exactly what), and so ran away. This thing traumatized her so much that she lost her ability to speak for years, and has only just started learning to talk again. Instead, she usually uses ASL.

And Damian, an 11-year-old ball of politeness, good manners, and pure, unadulterated rage. He was born nine-months after his mother date-raped his father, and was raised in quite an… odd way, by said mother and her father. Long and short of it: crime family, but not a close one. He rarely if ever actually saw his mother, and when he did she wasn’t overly affectionate. He spent most of his early days being groomed to be his grandfather’s heir, only for their entire organization to be captured by police when he was 10. It was now when the emotionally stunted, spoiled brat was put into his father’s custody.

Main issues:

-Dickie boy stressed ooooooouut, gotta be a breadwinner and keep his siblings together and safe

-Jaybird technically never made up with Bruce; they’d actually made plans to get together and talk things out, but then, y’know, death

-Timmy, poor thing, is balancing school, work at Wayne Enterprises, and investigating the case of his father’s death, and has seemingly forgotten what sleep is. Adding on the fact that Bruce being dead means his (granted, chosen) role as heir to the company seems much more real (even despite the fake will, he's confident he'll figure it out and find the real one), he’s not doing all that great

-Cassie, sweetheart, has been emotionally traumatized for years, and now just has more trauma to add to that with Bruce being dead. She’s getting better, but struggling

-Dami, baby bird, is filled with more rage than usual, and is endlessly worried about all the animals in his “zoo”; Alfred remains at the manor (though he has not met his new employer), for the sole purpose of making sure they stay fed, watered, bathed, and more or less cared for.

So, to sum up, Dick’s working to support them and trying his best, Jay’s Dad-ing while Dick’s at work since his hours are more flexible, Tim hasn’t slept in years, Cass needs therapy and hugs, and Damian has a growing army of stuffed animals to fill the gaping hole in his life where his zoo used to be (since he could only bring Titus and Alfred the Cat with him to Bludhaven).

Will they be able to figure out who had their father killed and get their family legacy back?

Hell if I know, I haven’t written it yet. Probably. Get off my back.

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So, long story short, I seem to have issues, but this is happening now apparently.

Not right now though, Ima go play Minecraft.

#batfam #batfam au #au #no heroes au #bruce wayne #dick grayson #jason todd #tim drake #cassandra cain #damian wayne #alfred pennyworth #bat bros #kill me #why do i do these things #hyperfixation #i'm hyperfixating #can you tell? #ok ima go play minecraft now #bye

[fruitcoops]

could you write a coops getting a piercing or tattoo (one or both of them)?

Part 6 of the Coops wedding fics! Thank you to everyone who has read this series--it’s been so much fun writing these, and hearing everyone’s thoughts made the past week an absolute blast. Hope you enjoy!

Check out the rest of the series on the Series Masterlist!

If someone had told twenty-year-old Sirius that in a few years, he would be walking into a tattoo parlor, hand-in-hand with his husband as they prepared to get their wedding date permanently inked on his skin…well, he probably would have laughed in their face. He had never been a big fan of tattoos—they looked cool, sure, but he never understood the point of going through all that hullabaloo for something that would stretch and fade.

Now, though, he saw the point. Wedding rings were amazing, but they were easy to lose; tattoo ink, on the other hand, was a permanent reminder that he had scored the most wonderful person on the planet as his husband.

“Right this way,” Jaya, the young artist with bright blue hair said, smiling as they waved him and Remus into the back. “Congrats on the wedding, by the way. How long has it been?”

“Three weeks.” Remus squeezed his hand and Sirius smiled, running his thumb over the ring. God, he would never get tired of seeing it there.

“It went well, I assume?” Jaya asked as they began setting up.

“It was perfect.” Sirius felt a jolt of fear in his stomach when he saw the tattoo gun, but quickly quashed it down; they had done their research and worked on the design with Jaya even before the actual wedding. He wanted to do this.

“We talked about the process over the phone, but do you have any questions? I’ll go over aftercare again once we’re done.” Jaya paused for a moment, but neither of them spoke up. “Alright, then, which brave soul wants to go first?”

Best to get it over with, Sirius thought. “I can go,” he said, much quieter than intended. Remus raised his eyebrows and he kissed his forehead quickly in reassurance before settling into the chair. He let go of Remus’ hand for a second to pull his shirt over his head, then took it once again and tried to stop the fluttery nerves in his gut.

“Right in the center, yeah?” Jaya leaned down with a stencil, their silver-lined eyes flicking up to Sirius’ face.

“Yep.”

“Alright.” He swallowed hard at the cold feeling of the paper on his skin, just below the hollow of his throat. His neck felt bare without the necklace, but it would be back soon enough. Jaya held a mirror up to show the small numbers. “Look good?”

Sirius nodded. “Let’s do it.”

His heart hammered in his throat and he let out a shaky breath as Jaya cleaned the area and cleaned up their drawing, then picked up the tattoo gun. “Je t’ai,” Remus murmured as he closed his eyes in a last-ditch attempt at relaxing. “You’re alright.”

“Oh, fuck,” Sirius hissed when the needles touched his skin. He clenched his teeth and tightened his grip on Remus’ hand, breathing slowly as pain prickled all across his chest. It felt like a million bee stings, or the last week of his broken ribs healing.

“Do you need a break?” Jaya asked without looking up.

“Just keep going,” he managed, blinking rapidly at the ceiling. The buzzing sound wasn’t quite as frightening as the strange kind of pain, but it certainly didn’t settle his anxiety.

“You okay, baby?” Remus folded his other hand over Sirius’ and traced a pattern into his wrist.

“Mhmm.”

“Lily and James invited us to dinner next week. Harry’s been asking to see the new baby lions at the zoo with you specifically. He’s also learned the word ‘lame’ and won’t stop using it on James.”

“Really?”

“Yep. Lily says it was her fault, but she told James it was me who taught him to say it.” Remus rolled his eyes, but he was smiling.

“It’s karma. You taught him to actually swear, after all.”

“You’re supposed to be on my side,” Remus complained. “The line is, ‘that’s so unfair, sweetheart, and we need to get revenge’.”

“Right, sor—ow.” Sirius blew out a harsh breath as the needle skimmed over a sensitive patch of skin and bit the inside of his lip.

Jaya made a sympathetic noise. “Just a couple more minutes in this area and then we’ll take a break.”

Sirius turned his head toward Remus and quirked an eyebrow. “Were you trying to distract me?”

“It worked, didn’t it?” He moved one hand up to brush the hair off his forehead; Sirius melted into the touch, channeling his attention into the tingly feeling of Remus’ fingers in his hair. “Almost done, love.”

“I’ve got most of it done,” Jaya said, sitting back at last. “Just cleanup work now, and that’ll only take a few minutes. You’re lucky with all the muscle on your chest. It would hurt like a bitch if it was closer to the bone.”

“It already hurts like a bitch,” Sirius laughed, grimacing as Jaya flexed their hand and leaned in again.

“When you two told me your placements at our first appointment, I was a bit surprised,” they murmured, back in the zone already. “Most first-timers don’t choose such sensitive spots.”

“The placement was the important part,” he said, wincing.

“With your necklace, right?”

“Yep.”

“I always like it when people have cute meanings.” Jaya swiped their cloth over the small tattoo before continuing. “I mean, I got most of my ink because I thought it looked cool, but hearing people’s stories is the best part of the job.”

“Would you say the wrist or the chest is more painful?” Remus asked.

Jaya bit their lip. “Depends on the person. The chest area has more bone, but wrists are notorious for hurting.”

Remus hummed, but Sirius heard the edge of tension and kissed the side of his hand. “You’ll be fine.”

“You’re one in the chair,” he laughed. “I’m supposed to be reassuring you right now.”

Jaya glanced up at him. “Count down from thirty for me?”

Sirius frowned in confusion, but obliged; as soon as he reached ‘zero’, Jaya set the tattoo gun down and stretched their back out. “Was that—is it done?”

“Yep. Congrats, you’ve got a tattoo!” Jaya grinned as he sat up, then handed him a mirror. There, in black ink covering a space the size of a quarter, laid a perfect ‘6/12’. The skin around it was bright, angry red, but Sirius was more focused on the familiar slant to the six and the curl of the two; he had seen it written on the PT room whiteboard countless times and, more recently, their mock-up wedding invitations. “Do you like it?”

Sirius cleared his throat as a lump tightened it. “It’s—I love it. Thank you.”

“You’re very welcome.” Jaya handed him his shirt as he stood. Remus took his place, looking a little pale as he rested his hand on the small table Jaya had set up next to the chair. “Still okay with the inside of your wrist?”

Remus hesitated, then set his jaw and nodded. “All good.”

“Are you sure.”

“A hundred percent,”

“Alright, let’s get that stencil on.” Jaya worked with clear intent and smooth ease—that had been one of the main reasons they decided on this shop above the others in the area. The cleaning was quick, Remus approved the stencil, and then they got to work.

“Holy fuck, you weren’t kidding about the wrist,” he half-laughed, gripping Sirius’ hand in a white-knuckled hold. “Now would be a good time to start talking, baby.”

“Oh! Um, we need to pick up eggs from the grocery store.” Jaya had to sit back as they both burst out laughing; Sirius put his face in his free hand to hide his blush. “Sorry, I panicked.”

“Why don’t you tell me about your day with Tremzy?” Remus suggested, wiping tears from the corner of his eyes as he settled back down.

“Yeah, okay,” Sirius said lamely. “Uh, I kicked his ass in Smash Bros.”

“You’ve got yourself a keeper,” Jaya said as they started working on Remus’ wrist again.

He smiled up at Sirius. “I know.”

The next fifty minutes passed much the same as they had while Sirius was getting his tattoo—he chatted almost nonstop, rambling about Logan’s terrible cooking and the standing invitation to bring Regulus along for a ‘we survived the Dumais house’ party. Remus scrunched his face up every few minutes, but Sirius kept their shoulders pressed together as he toyed with his free hand. Jaya gave him a thirty-second countdown as well before wiping away the last of the stray ink with a smile.

“How’s it look?”

Remus’ breath caught when he looked down, running his thumb along the lower edge. “That’s exactly what I wanted, thank you so much.”

“Any time, dude. Both of you have good pain tolerance.” They slid their cart to the side of the room again and stood, gathering some gauze and plastic wrap.

Remus leaned his head on Sirius’ shoulder with a sigh. “You have the prettiest handwriting.”

“And you have no excuse for forgetting our anniversary,” he teased, kissing his cheek. “How’s it feel?”

“Like I just got stabbed by a bunch of needles.”

Jaya snorted as he held his arm out for the bandages. “This might shock you, but…”

The three of them broke down laughing and Sirius shook his head, fiddling with the edge of the tape that he could feel under his shirt. A dull ache had begun spreading warmth over his skin and he knew the itching would drive him half-crazy over the next two weeks, but it was an easy price to pay for having his husband’s handwriting on him for the rest of his life. A permanent ‘I love you’, he had said the night after they decided on the design. Sirius smiled to himself as Jaya outlined the aftercare procedures. Permanent. Permanent sounded good.

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Guns, Glamour and Goodfellas - Chapter 17

Chapter 17: Blood is Thicker than Water

Dad!Mob!Tom x Mom!Mob!Reader

-Pairings: Tom Holland x Reader, Rosie Holland x Henry Osterfield, Rosie Holland x Linus Perry

-Warnings: References to sex, language, typos, sad thoughts, attempted suicide, vomiting

-Words: 4.4K

A/n: Thank you so mucg guys with all the live support. Finally done, yay, with part 1

Chapter 17: Blood is Thicker than Water

Words: 4.4K

Four years had passed and Rosie was the only one to stick around. Everything had changed. You and Tom were currently on your trip around the world. Traveling everywhere from Cuba to Greece. Taking in sights of the world.

Embarking on journey covering 3 continents and 10 countries so far. You had already visited the Taj Mahal in India, the Amalfi Coast for some sun, and Iceland just for the blue lagoon hot springs. You and Tom were having the time of your lives, it being the perfect distraction from everything back home.

Rosie was running the mob along with her new right hand and consigliere, Linus. Rosie had been taking on the mantle as the new leader of the Holland mob. Picking up where Parker left off. Trying to do him justice. Tom had helped her learn the ropes but she always had that fiery personality desired for a mob persona.

After four years, Rosie learned to embrace her grief instead of shoving it away, she began to visit Parker’s grave more and more. Tried to every week, but life got in the way. She would bring a new set of flowers to freshen up the old ones.

She knew today would be especially hard, every year it was impossible. Rosie could barely get through the day. Today was her 20th birthday, marking 4 years of celebrating without Parker.

Rosie and Henry’s relationship had grown into one full of misery. Trapped in a loveless relationship, but he was still her best friend. With just one look he would know what she was thinking.

Over the past couple years, Henry has been so obsessed with keeping her safe that it was driving her mad. Rosie understood that Henry didn’t want to lose her like he lost Parker, but Rosie ran a mob and danger followed her everywhere. They started drifting apart when everything happened with the Holland family, creating unfixable cracks in their foundation.

Lately, Rosie had been feeling someone watching her every move. Following her whenever she would be downtown. Feeling a presence she hasn’t felt in a while. Constantly shivering in fear, feeling as though she was observed. From then on, every move she made was calculated and thought out.

When Rosie first took on the mantle, she cleaned house. Eliminating those whose loyalty would always lie with Tom. Trying to affirm the fact that she was so much more than just Tom’s daughter. She had let William go and few others because she brought in Linus.

Even after starting her new regime, things have been a bit off, lately. She hasn’t been sleeping through the night. She’d jolt out of sleep, drenched in a cold sweat. Henry would be startled awake as well by her movement as move to comfort her.

“Roo, you okay?” Henry asked groggily, yawning a bit. Rosie gasping to catch her breath. Her dreams were supposed to be an escape but now they were doing more harm than good. “I don’t know. I keep having these dreams about Parker. Like he was trying to tell me something,” Rosie said, gathering her bearings. It wasn’t everyday she was visited by her deceased twin brother. “From beyond the grave?…Rosie, he’s gone,” Henry pondered. “I know, I just can’t shake this feeling. That he is… he’s.”

“What? Still alive? Honey, we buried him. You cried over him. If he was still alive don’t you think we would’ve shown his face by now. Wilson and Carter are gone, they have been for awhile now,” Henry explained, hoping it would bring her some solace. Henry wasn’t blind to the change in her demeanor, she did open up to him about being followed everywhere she went. “I guess you’re right. But my dreams feel so real,” Rosie whispered, lying back down. Ready to drift off into a deep sleep. One not tainted by the memory of Parker. “Go, back to sleep baby.” Henry said, he knew they would be getting up in a few hours anyway. Tomorrow was a very big day. Henry knew he and Rosie had been drifting but he was all set to give her the best birthday ever.

Henry had bought tickets for you and Tom to fly in for her birthday and stay for awhile. This time of year was hard for all of you but it wasn’t fair to Rosie. The day that is supposed to be about her has always been shared but now no one dared acknowledge it. It was just a reminder of what had been lost.

“Good morning, beautiful. Happy birthday,” Henry whispered, peppering her face in kisses as the morning sun shone through the curtains.

“Thank you,” Rosie sighed. Every year was a challenge. It got a little better every year but she knew she would never fully accept his absence.

“What do you have planned today?” Henry inquired, he was always one for big gestures. He absolutely hated that she no longer enjoyed her birthday.

As a kid she loved the idea of turning a year older, getting to grow up and getting loads of presents of course. You always made the priority of throwing the most perfect themed parties for Rosie and Parker. One year they had a pirate themed pool party with a treasure hunt and another a circus/carnival theme with fair games and a petting zoo. You loved going all out for their birthday. Just spoiling them in general.

Rosie and Parker, also Tom, can’t forget about him, made life worth living. You and Tom did everything for your kids, never wanting them to feel an ounce of sadness.

But the times had changed, you were no longer the mother to a son. It was just Rosie and you thanked God everyday that she was still there but your heart will forever be scarred.

Scars take forever to heal, sometimes never. There will never be a day when you don’t miss Parker or he doesn’t cross your mind. Everything you did from the moment he died was for him, in one way or another. You knew the grief would never stop but you hoped Rosie would one day be able to move on with life.

“You know…” Rosie murmured. “Oh yeah, say hi for me,” Henry nodded along remembering Rosie was going to spend the day next to her better half, Parker.

Rosie proceeded to get dressed and ready for the day. She wore a tight grey dress showing off the perfect curves of her body. And a pair of black high heels to complete her power woman ensemble. “Henry, you aren’t throwing me a party right? I really don’t want one,” Rosie inquired. Rosie would prefer to have all birthdays pass and wash away but she knew Henry wouldn’t allow that. At the most she would have a nice dinner with him and watch a movie.

“You’ll just wait to find out,” Henry grinned cheekily. In reality he was throwing her surprise party to help her find the joy in her birthday again.

“Henry seriously, not this year,” Rosie announced. “It’s never any year. You haven’t celebrated in 3 years. You need to get over this.”

“Get over what? The death of my twin brother?” Rosie asked, astounded at Henry’s previous statement. The nerve he had, wow.

“Roo, I’m sorry,” Henry tried to apologize but Rosie left in a huff.

“Talk later, Linus is waiting for me,” Rosie yelled, already walking out of the room. “Linus, you ready to go?” Rosie said, as she found him drinking coffee in her kitchen. He sat at the bar, legs dangling off the chair as she came down. “Yes, Roo,” he said, a little out of breath from taking the awe of her beauty.

“Please don’t call me that around Henry… What’s on the agenda?” Rosie asked Linus as she poured herself her own cup of coffee.

“Well, Shaw owes you 3 million and the deadline you gave him expired,” Linus explained, he knew Rosie hated having things held over her head. She would prefer to get them out of the way as soon as possible.

“Well then, let’s go pay him a visit. I could use a drink. Afterwards, can you drop me off at the cemetery?” “Of course, Roo,” Linus said. Rosie huffed in response, rolling her eyes at the name. Linus loved to get a rise out of Rosie. Her remarks to his comments were just a sign of their playful banter.Rosie’s relationship with Linus was complicated. They were partners, most of the time.

Rosie had gone really dark over the past years. There were days where she refused to get out of bed. Sitting in bed wasting the entire day away. Henry would come home from work and try his best to comfort her but after Parker he was just as lost as her. They lived in the same house but not truly together. Not as lovers, maybe as roommates.

All Rosie could feel were thoughts of hopelessness, desolation, and misery. Never being able to find that light at the end of the tunnel. She didn’t deserve to find it, thinking she was the one who pushed you and Tom away. Blaming herself for Parker. All these feelings and Henry wasn’t there, too busy with his own life.

One day, Rosie had gotten real low. Couldn’t find a way out so she went to the gun room grabbed the closest pistol, a bottle of scotch, a glass and sat in Tom’s office. She rested on Tom’s chair trying to find the will to end it all. To point the pistol and pull the trigger.

It would be so easy, the flick of a finger. No more pain. She tried not to think about everything she was giving up. Never seeing you or Tom again, or Henry. Never loving him again, if they ever did manage to find their way back to each others arms. Never experiencing the things that made life worth living.

All her thoughts were halted as Linus barged in. He stopped dead in his tracks as he saw the broken girl hold a gun unto her temple, its safety clicked off. The room was cold as an icy chill ran down his spine.

“Rosie, what are you doing!?!” Linus thundered, trying to stop her before she pulled the trigger. “I don’t know. I think I’m trying to end it all,” Rosie whispered as tears streamed down her face. Deep down she didn’t want to pull the trigger, she wasn’t ready to say goodbye.

“End what all? Your life?” Linus asked, trying to talk her off the metaphorical ledge. Something had to happen that pushed her to this point. Rosie had to be drowning and calling out for help but no one came. “No, it was never about killing myself. It was just about ending the pain and suffering,” she cried.

“Rosie, listen to me. There is so much more you have to live for. This will pass. Think about everything you are giving up.” Linus tried to appeal to the people she loved, you, Tom, and Henry. Losing Rosie would no longer make you a mother. How could Rosie take that away from you?

“I already have and it hasn’t, for 2 years. How do you know it will get any better?” Rosie begged for a true answer. She had been slumping around, letting the days pass her by as she stood silent, screaming non-vocally for help. Trapped in an asylum of misery. “I don’t. But I’ll be there to help you,” Linus exclaimed, giving her the truthful response she wanted. Rosie just needed to hear that she wasn’t alone in this world anymore. “No, you won’t. You’ll just leave like everyone else. Henry doesn’t love me anymore. My parents left. I’m all alone.” “Roo, you aren’t alone. Just hand me the gun and we can work this out. I’m not going anywhere. I’ll always be here,” Linus pleaded. That was the first time he had used that nickname. The name had been reserved for only Henry, Parker and you. In that moment Rosie saw someone she missed so dearly in Linus, Parker. Parker was the only person who was 100% there for her. He was there to talk her off the ledge. He was there at her weakest and in a split second he was standing in front of her.

Rosie gave in, removing the gun from her temple, clicking the safety one and handing it over. She slowly stood up, coming over to Linus and collapsed in his arms. Rosie whispered a small “I missed you” as he held the broken girl. He was the only one who could pull her out. Not Henry, god she wished it was Henry. Linus understood her pain and didn’t try to fix everything.

Henry was the opposite. Constantly worrying about Rosie and trying to find a solution for everything. Things from the slightest backache to feelings of hopelessness. Rosie didn’t need fixing she just needed to be heard and Linus made sure she was. At Harmon’s, the bar was quite empty. Just Shaw and a few of his men. Shaw has borrowed money from Rosie to clear of a few charges. The Holland name had some pull in the legal community. Dating back to Dom’s days but Tom mostly laid down roots.

Linus entered first, firing two shots to take out Shaw’s capos. “Jesus Christ,” yelled Shaw as his protection thudded against the floor.

Rosie followed Linus in, making her presence known, “Shaw, you know I’m not a fan of people not staying true to their word. Do you have my money?”

“Rosie, doll. I paid you in full already. If this just your sad attempt to stir something up we can work this out another time. Shoo, let me finish my drink,” Shaw snickered. “Shaw, I know your games. You have 3 minutes to transfer my money right now. One for each million. I have Linus checking for a deposit of 3 million, make this simple and do it,” Rosie stated with an unchanging expression. “I need more time, that’s not enough. It’s all in separate accounts,” Shaw asserted, his voice starting to waver as he stared down the barrel of her pistol. “Well then, I’d hurry if I were you. Here’s your phone. Just wire the money… Starting now,” Rosie exclaimed as Linus devoted his stare to watch. Glancing at the seconds tick away.

“Fine, I’m going,” Shaw screamed, about to crack under the pressure.

“2 minutes left,” Linus chimed in. “Okay, I’m just inputing the dollar amount, it’s a lot of zeros.” Shaw tried to explain. He was about to lose his life because he was slow.

“50 secs.”

“I’m going, I’m going.”

“10, 9, 8, 7, 6—“

“I’m done,” Shaw said, letting out the breath he was holding.

“That was fast but not fast enough,” Rosie whispered raising her gun square to the back of his head. Her finger slipped to the trigger and fired a shot.

BANG

“Wow, I didn’t think you actually kill him,” Linus said, impressed by her ruthlessness.

“He was getting on my nerves, besides he will never borrow money from me again if he is dead,” Rosie chuckled. “You know I found that really hot,” Linus whispered in her ear. “You always do.” Rosie grinned at his advances, trying to pull her close to his chest. “Hey, this can’t keep happening.”

“Oh, come on. You say that every time. I can’t hide my feelings for you anymore.”

“Well, you are going to have to. I was clear about what this was. So I’m going to ask you this once more time, what do you want?” “I want you.” “Well you can have me in the bathroom in 2 minutes.” “Roo, you’re too good to me,” Linus smirked, following her as she glided to the restroom.

Everything lasted about 30 mins. They were in and out in a flash. The bar now smelled of sex and a dead bodies. Linus was the first to finish, coming out of the bathroom looking disheveled as hell. Sporting the same juts had a quickie look. Linus went to pull the car around after fixing his hair in the mirror.

Linus would never be Henry and that was a good thing, Linus was different. By no circumstances was Rosie in love with Linus or will ever be in love with him, he was merely a distraction. Rosie knew her relationship with him was wrong but he made her feel alive once more.

Rosie emerged from bathroom breathing heavy, almost gasping for air, with sweat glistening on her chest. She straightened out her dress as combed down her hair. Stepping out of the doorway, the smell of a fresh rotting body hit her.

Rosie immediately turned around and lunged for the toilet. She had been in the business for 3 years and never before had her body reacted this way. She hurled into the toilet for a good ten minutes. Eventually bringing her head out of the toilet bowl to wipe off her mouth. The air was now coupled with sex, dead bodies and vomit. She was clueless to what forced her to keep her head in a toilet bowl.

After her nausea spell passed her, she had Linus drop her off near the cemetery. “Oh, you can drop me off here. I need something from the pharmacy anyways,”Rosie informed Linus. She was planning on picking up something for her stomach, it was very unlikely for her to throw up suddenly.

“Ok, Roo. Do you need a ride home?” Linus questioned.

“No, Jared is supposed to pick me up. Thank you,” Rosie exclaimed, getting out of the car. “Alright. Happy birthday by the way. Can I have a kiss goodbye?” “Thank you and no. I’ll see you later.”

“Yeah for the party,” Linus called out slowly driving away. “Wait! What did you say?” Rosie remarked but he was already long gone.

Rosie was mentally kicking herself, she didn’t have the willpower to deal with a party tonight. She specifically told Henry, not to throw one but since when did he listen to her.

Their road to ultimately heartbreak was a two way street. Both of them had done something to warrant the loveless relationship. Rosie admitted to herself, that she eventually did stop trying. She stopped constantly asking if Henry wanted to go out for dinner and what time he would be home. Rosie prefers to blame Henry but in reality, she was then one who let go first.

Rosie stopped showing him love, too distraught by his every move because it was a constant reminder her brother wasn’t there anymore. Henry would try to work him into every little conversation, remembering Parker in everything. It grew too much for Rosie. Rosie had never been one for confronting her feelings, preferring to shove them down but how could she, when Henry would never shut up about Parker.

Parker was the main reason a wedge had been driven between them, but she wouldn’t dream of blaming her dead brother. Who couldn’t even defend himself. Rosie needed a reset after Parker but Henry was stuck living in the past.

Rosie was ready to start her life with Henry after graduation but he couldn’t let go. After a while, Rosie became just like him. Stuck drifting into a void of pure sadness. Rosie couldn’t let go, along with Henry. Their lives went in different directions, Rosie was blossoming into a ruthless leader who would only act soft around Parker, vowing to visit his grave everyday. And Henry got left behind at some point, not seeing how he fit in her life anymore.

In the pharmacy she scanned the aisles for some sort of quick remedy. If Henry was throwing her a surprise party, one she specifically asked not for. Rosie didn’t have days to recuperate, maybe a few hours.

She found the largest bottle of Pepto-Bismol and stopped by the card aisle. Carefully grasping a birthday card for her favorite person. One that was funny yet endearing. Parker was addicted to all the corned jokes she would crack. She made her way to the register. In front of her stood a little old woman, she wore a purple floral dress and her white stained hair was pulled into a clip.

“Just this for you sweetie? Oh, who’s birthday is it?” Asked the little lady, referring to the birthday card Rosie grabbed for Parker.

“My brother’s and um, could I also get this,” Rosie responded as her eyes glanced below her. Skimming over the candy bars, gum packets and eventually landing on a pregnancy test. Come to think of it, Rosie was late about a week and a half.

“Of course, honey. Would you like to use the restroom?” Queried the lady. Rosie nodded in response. She finished paying and quickly made her way to the restroom. Following the directions on the box carefully, she needed to be a hundred percent sure, before she told anyone.

Right around the corner was the cemetery. She glided through iron gates, walking across the cobble stone path before she came upon the place she loved most in the world. The place where she would hold nothing back, spilling everything to him.

Life of a mob boss was dangerous but things started to seem eerie for Rosie. She would feel weird presences or someone watching her at eerie times. The same feeling plagued her at the cemetery, today. She knelt down to the headstone, engraved in it read “Here Lies Parker Jackson Holland, Taken from us too soon, a son, a brother, and a friend.”

“Hey, P. You probably get tired of me visiting you. Everyday I’m here and sometimes I think I do it for my benefit more than yours. I hope that wherever you are, you are happy and most likely you are with Charlotte. I’m happy for you, Parker. No matter how much I wish you were here with me, I know that you are happy that you escaped this life. Happy 20th birthday.” Rosie whispered, fixing the flowers that began to wilt from yesterday.

“I have some really amazing news to share with you, but it will have to wait till next time. You can’t be the first person I tell, I’m sorry. He deserves to know before you…. Oh my god, you’ll never believe what happened at work…”

This is the one thing that brought Rosie solace. She persistently blames herself for that fateful night 3 years ago. Rosie would spend hours kneeling next to his headstone. She would tell him about her life and read off the postcards you and Tom sent from your travels. Talking to him as if he was still there.

Rosie glanced at her watch, it was half past five and she hadn’t even called Jared yet to pick her up. “I’m sorry P, I gotta go. Henry, god love him but, that bastard is throwing me a birthday party. I guess I should at least make an appearance. I’ll see you tomorrow, I love you.” Rosie said, walking towards the parking lot.

She stood under the gate for ten minutes waiting for Jared to arrive and escort her home. The weather completely shifted as the sun set around her. The once blue sky changed to one painted with vibrant yellows and pinks. The sky was a sight not to be missed but she could do without the freezing winds that accompanied.

A chill ran down her spine as she waited in the darkness. Feeling a sensation that only warranted panic. Rosie felt someone watching her once again. Maybe from a far or up close, but she definitely wasn’t alone. It was silly that she let feelings like those get to her. She was a mob boss for god sakes, scaring even the most menacing of men into submission.

Rosie eyes started darting everywhere a noise left. In the corner of her eye she caught a figure drenched in shadows approaching. She tried to scramble for her gun, but soon realized she left it in Linus’s car.

The stranger kept making advances and managed to get to her. He wrapped his arms around her and pressed a cloth to her mouth. Causing her to be consumed in darkness as her body grew limp.

Back at the manor, Henry was setting everything up perfectly. His mission was to make Rosie love her birthday once more. While Henry was working hard at hanging the birthday banner and decorating every corner with balloons, Linus was no help at all. Lounging on the couch and finishing a beer.

“So are you going to pick up Rosie and get off your ass?” Henry barked, pulling the coffee out from under Linus, causing him to spill his beer.

“Seriously, dude. What’s your problem?” Linus snapped.

“My problem is my girlfriend isn’t here. Aren’t you supposed to pick her up?” “No, Jared is.” “Linus, Jared is here. He has been for a few hours. Where is she?” Henry questioned, starting to worry. “I don’t know. Last, I left her at the cemetery.” “Henry! It’s so good to see you,” you cheered as Tom and you walked in. Hugging Henry after not seeing him for awhile. It still pained you to visit, traveling was the perfect distraction.

“Hope you have been taking care of yourself, son. Where’s Rosie?” Tom questioned. “Yeah, I’ve been good. At the moment, I don’t know where she is. She’s missing,” Henry concluded. You and Tom stood completely still as you processed the news. It wasn’t everyday that your daughter would disappear into thin air, but her job did keep her life in danger.Rosie missing was uncommon. It had happened once or twice in the past but that was 3 years ago. So much had changed, for the better. Yet, you were once again in the same place, in the house you left because everything was too familiar. Rosie missing was all too familiar.

Rosie came to. Opening her eyes to a place she chose to forget. For all she knew it was an exact replica. Warehouses riddled all of London’s ports, she could be anywhere.

“Text your driver and tell him Henry picked you up for a special birthday dinner,” Rosie’s kidnapper barked, thrusting a phone in front of her.

“Really? You kidnapped me? After 3 years of being leader of London’s most feared mob, it’s like been there done that. Do you want money or something? I have a party to get to.” Rosie quipped, annoyed with they man’s pursuits.

“Oh, I know. I believe happy birthday is granted. 20 years is a milestone.”

“Whatever, I don’t really like my birthday anyway.”

“Wanna talk about it?” The stranger pestered on. Rosie had learned lesson from the last time she was restrained to chair, rope around her wrists and ankles, ceasing blood flow. This time it was zip ties, a little basic for any mobster she has had a run with.

“No. I want you to let me go. Seriously, what do you want? I don’t think you know who I am. Or who my father is,” Rosie asserted.

“A moment alone together is all I ask and I know exactly who you are and who your dad is. Correction, who our dad is.”

“Parker.”

A/n: Finally the end. Alright, I'm going to bed. There is no set schedule for the sequel series, I'm just going to post a chapter when I finish writing it. Let me know if you like to be tagged in the sequel chapters.

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[chattingwiththelightkeeper]

A Riddler Presents: The ABC’s Of Discovering A Lifestyle Prospect

This morning as I thought about what I had to get done in my day and was putting tasks into my calendar, my brain had an “oh shiny thing” moment and snapped to the original Batman TV series and how fun it would be to take an old suit and turn it into the Riddler’s suit for Halloween. Yes, I know my brain moves in weird ways but I like its uniqueness. Anyway, the Riddler made me think about questions that a submissive should ask or things to discover about a dominant during the fun conversations during the mating dance. I debated on working on a top ten list of questions but that clearly is not enough plus it did not seem challenging enough for my caffeinated brain. To add an element of challenge and to cap the number of questions, I thought I would fall back on my ABC’s. I have decided to share my ABC’s of things a submissive should discover about prospective dominant.

A for Aftercare. It is important to find out how the d-type approaches aftercare and the various things they have done in their past.

B for Bondage. Discover if they are into restraining their partner as well as how they have in the past. There are so many skills with bondage that need to be learned to keep their partner safe and it is important to discover if the dominant has invested in or is willing to invest in learning them.

C for Connection. There is more to a lifestyle relationship than floggers and fetishes, therefore it is important to discover if you are both able to connect as people. Put aside your BDSM checklist so you can check your connection as people.

D for Disasters. Everyone has dating disasters in their past, okay maybe not everyone. I suppose there could be some young twenty-something folks reading this who have yet to have a relationship turn into a tornado but most people have survived a few Titanic dating disasters. Discover what your prospective’s shipwrecks have been and listen closely because if these sinkings have always been their ex’s fault, be wary.

E for Education. How has this dominant learned about the lifestyle and how are they planning to continue their education? There is always something to learn about the lifestyle, so even the most experienced d-type still needs to be learning and growing.

F for Fuckery. Intimacy is an important part of any relationship and you need to discover if you are on the same page when it comes to bow-chicka-wow-wow.

G for Growth. One of the things I believe a dominant should do is lead their partner and the relationship to grow stronger over time. Ask what methods they have employed in the past and would use going forward.

H for History. How did this potential partner get to where they are in life and the lifestyle?

I for Intelligence. The dominant you are in discussions with should challenge your mind and you should also challenge his, so do you mentally push each other to be better, smart, and more intelligent together?

J for Just For Laughs. Do they make you laugh? Life is going to kill you, so why would you spend your remaining time here with someone who did not make you laugh.

K for Kindness. One of the subtle things that is typically a clue if someone is a good person or a self-centered asshat is how they treat others. So observe, listen, and take note of how they treat their family, friends, and strangers.

L for Love. I know this seems like a no brainer but there are people in the lifestyle who are not looking for a loving relationship but more of a friendship with kink involved. So it is important to discover is the prospect is looking for love or a kinktastic friendship.

M for Marriage. This reminds me of the song Love and Marriage sung by Frank Sinatra but in today’s online world, you have to discover if the prospect is truly single or married/cheating plus a discussion needs to be held to find out if both of your long term goals are on the same page for the relationship.

N for No. A submissive has the right to say no at any time and for any reason. Period end of story! Often at the start of the dating dance submissives will notice little things from the dominant prospect. They might say can you do this for me or would you do me a favor and do XYZ. These requests are most often innocent and I would imagine on some level it is the d-type probing how the submissive response to ‘direction’. So test the dominant right back and say no for no other reason than to see how they handle it.

O for Openness. Most of us do not live this lifestyle in public, with all of our friends and family knowing but it is important to find out just how open the dominant is with the lifestyle and how their level of openness fits with yours. If they do not mesh, it will cause conflicts later.

P for Positivity. Positivity creates more positivity and happiness. So honestly assess if the d-type is bringing positivity to you daily or leaching yours away.

Q for Questions. How does the dominant respond when you ask why they feel/think a certain way. It goes right along with testing them with a ‘no’.

R for Religion. I know you might be wondering what religion has to do with a lifestyle relationship but religion is right up there with politics as reasons why partnerships can fall apart. Discuss the subjects of religion and politics to find out if you have common ground together.

S for Structure. What kind of structure will your prospect want to implement? Do they use rules, guidelines, or not? How do they correct mistakes/punish? Listen carefully here because you can detect hints of the punisher twattwaffle who wants to use ‘structure’ as just an excuse to push down a submissive rather than lift up.

T for Time. Are they willing to invest the time to earn your submission? Find out how long they had dated past partners, how long it took before their past partners went from dating to submissive and be very wary of someone who has moved to this quickly in their past partnerships.

U for Underpants, Captain Underpants that is. I have jokingly called a couple of dumbinats Captain Underpants because of the weird rules they have tried to put in place for their submissive’s underthings. Listen and take note of rules or expectations the d-type implemented in past relationships. If you get goofy underpants rules (like no wearing them during ‘shark week’) excuse yourself.

V for Vanilla. One of the important things to discover for both dominant and submissive is how they want to blend the real, vanilla world with the lifestyle. Submissives always should learn how a dominant has balanced the ordinary life with the lifestyle and make sure their views mesh with yours.

W for Work. Relationships require work and sometimes hard work, so is the dominant willing to invest in the work needed to make a relationship with you grow as well as work through those hard times? Consult their past history to determine if the cut and run when a storm blows in.

X for X-Rated. Do your sexual/lifestyle fantasies match up? Does your prospective dominant want to have kinktastic three or more sums with other submissives while you prefer a completely monogamous relationship? Find out if the fantasies you both have will be able to come to life together or if they go in drastically different directions.

Y for Yelling. Find out how they handle disagreements. Every couple is going to have disagreements. Are they a screamer, do they grow quiet while crawling away to hide hoping the storm blows over, morph into a passive aggressive asshat or do they remain calm and talk things out. Make sure a dominant has learned the skills required to stay calm and communicate during one of life’s storms.

Z for Zoos. Is the d-type a cat person while you own three dogs? Pets are part of the family, so do not overlook that they will part of the partnership. Make sure the relationship is not only safe and right for you but also for your pets now as well as in the future.

Thank you for giving this a read and I’m curious if you could change one of the letters, which one would change and why?

Please note, there is more than twenty-six things to discover about a possible partner and I am certain there are twenty-six better things to discover then what I have shared here today but if I failed to say this one of the friendly neighborhood internet twattwaffles would fill my inbox with asshattery.

As with all of my writings, please see this disclaimer.

©TLK2021

[cipheress-to-k-pop]

Damian Wayne with an s/o with Intangibility

Anonymous said: Can you do one where reader has kitty pryde powers from x-men with Damian?

A/N: I hope this is what you wanted. I’ve never written for Damian before so excuse me if this isn’t the greatest. I hope you like it though!

You met Damian as Robin when you both snuck into the same habitat at the petting zoo to free the cats and dogs who were so likely being ill treated

You phased right through the office, grabbed a pair of the keys and then phased through the door to try and open it from the inside

You found that it wasn’t getting unlocked

Confused, you poked your head through the door to find masked eyes staring back at you and you screamed

Cue Robin slamming a hand over your mouth

“Are you trying to get us both caught?”

The reason that you weren’t able to get the door open was because he was picking the lock from the other side at the same time

So, the two of you calmly let out the kittens and puppies, taking a couple in your arms so you could leave them at a responsible shelter and he took a few to get home

Cue a week later

You’re walking around in a park, minding your own business

And a puppy runs up to you

You recognize it as one of the dogs that Robin took home

And then a vaguely familiar boy comes over to get the puppy and the cogs in your head are turning

*GASP* “You’re Ro—”

“Are you trying to get my identity blown?”

That pretty much confirms it

He threatens you quickly after that but you choose to take it with a spoonful of sugar

“I’m glad to see you’re taking care of the puppy.”

“Tt. I am disgusted at the way its previous shelter cared for him.”

“I heard that there’s another shelter down the road that does the same. We should go check it out.”

And so, you do

The two of you pose as young adorable kids who just want all the puppy love

Which to be fair, you are

And thus, begins your great mission to help all the kitties and puppies in Gotham

You and Damian meet up weekly and free little kitties and puppies and sometimes birds and hamsters and take them to responsible shelters

And you get closer doing that

You see the soft side to Damian that he doesn’t show many people

He takes you one day into the bat cave, to see Goliath

He can’t take you the traditional way, of course

So, you have to phase through and get in

And then you meet Damian’s older brother, Nightwing

“It’s so nice to meet you.”

“It’s nice to meet you too.”

“Grayson, leave us be, we don’t need a babysitter.”

“Alright, I’ll leave you with your girlfriend, but no funny business.”

When he left, you turned to Damian with a confused face

“You didn’t tell him that I wasn’t your girlfriend.”

“Are you not my girlfriend?”

“We’re not even dating Damian.”

“Dating is spending time with someone that you are romantically attracted to, yes?”

“Well yes—”

“Then, in a sense, haven’t we been dating for the past few weeks?”

“It’s not dating if the other person doesn’t know about it!”

“Well, now you know.”

“Yes but—Whatever, okay.”

You don’t speak about it again

But you’ve begun dating officially

And you think that things are going to remain the same because he’s so nonchalant

But you’re wrong

Something is different even if it’s not completely apparent

Because he starts brining you over to the manor and you get to meet the rest of his brothers

And thus, begins the start of a beautiful relationship

You liked to joke around that you’ll phase through him and rearrange his intestines

Even though he doesn’t show any fear

He’s secretly afraid that you’ll actually do it one day

You spend more time in the Batcave than you expected

At first Batman was insistent that you couldn’t come and locked the door multiple times, even electrocuting it

But when you phased through all of it, even the lead, he just gave up

One day Damian came down to the Batcave to find you and Jason training

Well Jason was doing target practice on you

And you were letting the bullets phase through you

Damian freaks out

“Shoot another bullet at my beloved Todd and I will spear your hands with my katana!”

“Wow, beloved, that’s new.”

You’re not allowed in the Batcave anymore without him

You notice how stressed out he gets whenever you visit his house so you opt for him to come over to your place

He suddenly turns into the most well-mannered prince

And your parents are starstruck anyway cuz hello he’s a Wayne

And you’re just like ‘omg mom please no he doesn’t have a diamond chandelier cuz that’s not a thing’

In the end

Damian is sometimes a little hard to crack

And he usually doesn’t show his true emotions

But once you can get him to open up to you

He is the sweetest, most thoughtful

And he loves you so much that you can’t help but fall deeper every time you spend time together

#damian wayne #damian wayne x you #damian wayne x reader #damian wayne x y/n #damian wayne headcanon #damian wayne imagine #batfam #batfam x reader #batfam x you #batboys #robin x y/n #robin x reader #robin headcanon

[all-by-a-dead-poet]

The Poets go to San Diego Headcanons

Is this all heavily based on what I did this past week?

Yes. Enjoy

- They rent a car with three rows of seats in an attempt to have enough space

- The car ride is hell anyway

- Charlie and Cameron try to kill each other every five minutes

- Meeks is driving and so so tired of everyone’s bullshit

- Knox keeps complaining about having to sit in the middle row with Charlie and Cameron

- Pitts is sitting shotgun and technically in charge of music, but he spends more time twisted around trying to mediate between Charlie and Cameron, than anything

- Neil and Todd are the only ones who have even a moderately bearable time. They’re sitting in the back with the cooler and ignoring everyone else

- When they get to the hotel they have to get two rooms to fit everyone, and it’s unanimously decided that Charlie and Cameron are sleeping in different rooms

- The rooms are adjoining, so there’s only so much good that does, but at least it helps a bit

- Cameron gets a bed to himself, Meeks and Pitts share a bed, and in the other room Charlie and Knox share, and so do Neil and Todd

- They get pizza on the boardwalk the first night, and they buy a pizza so big that the box barely even fits through the door, plus multiple orders of breadsticks. They eat it all.

- Neil insists on going down to the beach for a little bit that night because he needs to see and feel the ocean after driving for that long

- “I came all this way to see the ocean, and I’m going to see it, damn it”

- Nobody’s got their swim trunks and it’s super dark by now and getting pretty chilly, so they agree to just take off their shoes and walk along the edge of the water for a bit

- Cameron won’t even take his shoes off and stays on the dry sand. Knox just got new shoes, so he stays with him

- Meeks and Pitts walk along like normal people with the water just barely washing over their ankles

- Neil and Charlie get overly excited and keep accidentally going too deep and end up getting soaked, but they’re having fun, so they don’t care

- Todd just wanders along with his feet barely in the water, laughing at them quietly

- When they get back to the hotel, they discover that one of the nickelodeon channels is playing Friends until past midnight, so every day of their trip, when they’re done with whatever fun thing they’ve been up to all afternoon, they pile in one of the rooms, snack, and watch Friends for a couple hours before going to bed

- Next day is Beach Day! They go to La Jolla

- Neil and Charlie try to surf with only marginal success, but they do manage to catch a few waves a piece. After a bit, they end up taking turns burying each other in the sand and reenacting the vine

- “I am the sand guardian, guardian of the sand!” “Poseidon quivers before him!” “Fuck off!”

- At first Cameron just tries to hide under a towel by their bags, but he ends up chasing seagulls around because it's entertaining

- Meeks and Pitts play at the edge of the water, just splashing around and enjoying themselves

- Knox keeps trying to pick up on women, but it doesn’t work

- Todd sits happily at the water’s edge, just enough to get a little wet, and writes poetry

- That is, until Neil and Charlie get him involved in a splash fight

- They didn’t bother with sunscreen because it was a partially cloudy day and they didn’t think they’d need it, but they all end up a little burnt

- The next day they go to the San Diego Zoo

- Cameron has a map and a plan of what order they should look at everything in. The only part of that plan they follow is to take the open air bus tour first. The rest is quickly abandoned, no matter how hard Cameron tries to salvage it

- They basically run around like excited children for the next nine hours, covering every path in the zoo, some more than once

- Neil keeps grabbing Todd’s arm and shouting excitedly about the animals. Todd finds this incredibly endearing

- Knox keeps having to stop Charlie from jumping into enclosures

- Meeks and Cameron rattle off tons of facts about all the animals and Pitts listens dutifully even though nobody else is really paying attention

- They all get matching chubby hippo stuffies at the gift shop on their way out and name them after each other

- The next day, they tour the Midway aircraft carrier

- Neil and Charlie keep posing with the mannequins and taking pictures

- Meeks and Cameron are once again spouting off facts, but everybody’s listening this time

- Pitts keeps hitting his head on the ceiling once they’re below deck

- Knox wants to read all the plaques, but the guys are impatient and hurry him along

- Todd just sticks close to Neil because he’s not completely comfortable with this many strangers in a tight, enclosed space, but he doesn’t want to ruin everybody’s fun

- Neil picks up on it and offers to take Todd back up to the flight deck, but Todd insists that he’s fine as long as the two of them stick together, so Neil stays as close as possible

- Up on the flight deck, they take pictures with all of the jets

- Charlie and Neil get yelled at for trying to climb in one. It’s only thanks to Meeks that they don’t get kicked off the aircraft carrier altogether

- They all complete the little question and answer paper to earn their junior pilot wings

- It’s technically for kids but they don’t care

- After that, they head down to the bar and barbecue restaurant where part of Top Gun was filmed

- “Top Gun, Meeks! Top Gun! Tom Cruise was in this building! He might’ve sat in this very chair!” “I know, Charlie, I know”

- They all buy matching commemorative t-shirts at the counter after they’re done eating

- After that, they head over to Coronado Island and just walk around on the beach again

- Charlie shouts something about sacrificing Cameron and shoves him into the freezing water

- The next day they go to Balboa park

- It’s Todd’s favorite part of the whole trip. He loves the buildings and the art and the architecture. He spends the entire time quietly talking to Neil about it

- They tour any of the museums that they think look interesting and buy giant churros and frozen lemonade from street vendors and just walk around taking it all in

- After that, they head down to Old Town and just wander around enjoying the aesthetic for a bit before buying some souvenirs and getting dinner at an authentic Mexican restaurant

- The next day they drive home, and it’s still painful, but not as bad as the way there. Everybody’s tired, so they sleep for a decent portion of it

- When they get home, they put together a special photo album of all the pictures they took and immediately start planning to do it again next year

#dead poets society #dps #neil perry #todd anderson #charlie dalton #knox overstreet #steven meeks #gerard pitts #richard cameron #dead poets society hc #my post