#he deserves a big cold milkshake

[ryllen]

thank you for working hard x

#he deserves a big cold milkshake #twst #twisted wonderland #sebek zigvolt #twst yuu #twst mc #twst baby #fanart #yes he had to use his unique magic it was an emergency he insisted #his daughter was crying #anything that involves his child crying is an emergency

[sideblogofthcentury]

Steve had blacked out. All of his senses had dwindled to nothing but blind rage. He was lost in a sea of darkness, and all he could do was breathe. And with each breath he took, he began to return to himself, began filling in the missing puzzle pieces of what had just happened.

Steve breathed in and smelled the crisp cold air, shortly before snow or a cold rain, and Steve breathed out.

Steve breathed in and tasted the quickly souring aftertaste of the strawberry milkshake he’d shared with Robin, and Steve breathed out.

Steve breathed in and heard the high pitched ringing in his ears, the echoes of a spat “freak” reverberating in his head, and Steve breathed out.

Steve breathed in and felt the stinging of his knuckles, the weakness after a heavy exertion traveling up his arm, and Steve breathed out.

Steve breathed in and saw the beautiful angry red trickle down Jason Carver’s face, soaking the front of his white shirt, and Steve breathed out.

Ah. Steve was caught up now.

Jason’s eyes flashed with what Steve first mistook as anger. Steve breathed in and braced himself for another big drawn-out fight that would end with him unconscious.

And Steve breathed out and only then recognized that flash in Jason’s eyes as fear.

Steve smiled, a big toothy grin, and let himself chuckle at the broken little sound Jason made as he backed away.

“Don’t you ever. fucking let me see your face again, Jason. I will break it in two.”

And just like that, Steve saw Jason walk away.

Steve turned around to see Eddie, Robin, and Dustin standing in a semicircle, not a single closed mouth among them.

It was a long moment before anyone said anything, but it was Dustin who piped up first, with nothing but a simple “dude.”

Steve let Eddie drive the Beemer, Robin excitedly rambling instant replays as Dustin wrapped Steve’s hand in the backseat.

Dustin was dropped off first, with a “See you in the morning, badass.”

Robin was dropped off second, with a “Remind me not to piss you off.”

And then Steve moved to the front seat and stared at his hand, clenching and unclenching it, feeling the pain shoot up his wrist, the pressure of the bandage feeling good, like it was holding him together.

Eddie drove them to Steve’s empty house, neither boy breaking the silence that was so loud, the trilling guitar and shouted lyrics couldn’t even drown it out.

Eddie put the car in park in Steve’s driveway, staring ahead for a long moment before pivoting in his seat to look at Steve’s hand.

“Steve?”

“yeah?”

“You good?”

Steve breathed in.

Steve breathed out.

And Steve told the truth.

“No. Honestly, no. I can’t fucking stand it anymore, Eddie, I don’t know how you do it.”

Eddie knew what he was referring to. “You uh, get used to it?”

“No. I refuse.”

“Well damn Steve you can’t go punching the entire town. What will you do when the next person is an 80 year old woman? You gonna hit an old lady, Steve?”

“If she deserves it.”

Eddie shook his head and barked out a laugh that was definitely not a laugh. “So you’re really looking forward to that prison time, huh?”

“If I deserve it.”

Eddie threw his hands up into the air like the exasperated mother of an impossible child. “Steve!! you’re not getting it. It’s never going to stop. People are going to talk and say things and think whatever the fuck they want to think! And you can’t ever change their minds because they’re right. I don’t belong. I’m the freak.”

It lingered in the air again and for a moment Steve thought he was going to black out again.

Steve breathed in.

Steve breathed out.

“No.”

Eddie gaped at him. “Steve-

“No. Goddamn fucking no, Eddie. There is nothing wrong with you. No. Not a thing. You care about people, and you’re kind, and you’re smart and funny and they’re… they’re-“ Steve sputtered, unable to come up with a word deserving of association with them, finally settling for a disgusted face and a sigh.

“People don’t like you because you don’t check their boxes. You don’t, and you don’t care to, and they don’t like that. It makes them think. Every time they see you they’re forced to think; to wonder why they work so hard to fit in when you seem so defiantly happy refusing. People don’t understand, and it scares them. People don’t like what they can’t understand. And you’re so boldly you, you’re-“

Steve breathed in.

Steve breathed out.

“You’re terrifying.”

Part Two

#I’ll probably make a part two if literally even one person wants it #but it is late and i am sleepy so the quality will diminish if I continue now #steve is speaking from personal experience #because eddie made king steve think #and eddie scared king steve #I am trying to get back into writing but have no motivation so i really hope you like it #steve’s anger issues #I just really love Steve going full chihuahua on jason carver #like this lil guy is scrappy as hell #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #steve eddie #steve x eddie #eddie x steve #stranger things

[kalmiafic]

WhAT IF ANGST,,, What if,, Big movie fight fucked up child and father relationship (draft of an idea I'm working on)

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Your feet dangled by the side of the building, the sun at it's peak, however the cold howling winds of winter wouldn't allow your body to grow warm even if you wished to– Your body spurred with bitterness and sorrow as you continued to scarf down your hamburger and milkshake, attempting to drown any negative emotions down with the food (failing as you did so)—

It was too quiet for you, the silence was so loud, it followed with the gushing of the wind, the atmosphere didn't feel like home, not like how it used to anyways— You sighed as you finished your meal, pinching the bridge of your nose– You let yourself live with the static of your mind for a moment before putting on your mask and leaping off, you couldn't stay in a universe for too long, he'd come running after, and you didn't want it, you never wanted to see his face again, not after knowing what he had done, what you had seen him do

‐ ★☆★-

It was terrible, really, you'd thought you'd seen it all with your father, but you were wrong, and for the first time, you wish you weren't—

You'd seen the animal your father had slowly build himself to become, how he treated people as far less than usual, how he'd snap at any small mistake or quick quip, throw things as an outlet for his (unjust) anger, how he'd almost become physical with others– And how his love and kindness for you slowly seemed to decay, turning into nothing more than dust in the wind-- Life drained from his soul before you could even reach out to help, for what?

An anomaly

One that had torn holes through the multiverse (although it wasn't really his fault, the poor boy), that "killed his own spiderman" (as your father put it), a kid that was a mistake, shouldn't have been made, born— You thought you could brush it off, you all did, thinking it was just another harsh Era, except this one was a little harder than the others, maybe it'd be over soon too, something you could laugh about later, dust it off your shoulder-

Until you had seen how angry, he had become, how he fought like an animal that tore through everyone and everything just to get his hands- no- claws and dig them at the boy's skin— Miles didn't deserve this, everyone knew, this was blown out of proportion, but it was too late, he was out for blood, eyes bloodshot with rage- How he'd carelessly treated Gwen and how bitter he was towards Peter, the one who had stuck by his side no matter what–

How coldly he treated you

His child, what he called his pride and joy

"I thought I raised you better than this, yet you're sticking by his side, aren't you?"-

You clenched your jaw at that, looking down, everyone stared at you both, almost expectantly, like something great would be spoken between you both and everyone would be released from the hectic situation, but instead the tension was thick, bubbling with so many emotions, and no sound ever came from your throat— You scoffed, your fists tight, you bit the inside of your cheek as to not yell at him, you turned on your heel as you heard him muttering something about 'disappointment'– That just made you speed walk, biting your bottom lip as you fought off tears

———

Miguel teleported to Earth-42 as he continued his chase, organizing a quick strategy as he did so— Utilizing his (so called) Gizmo to check all locations as he spoke with Jess and Ben--

"Hey Migueeeel!~"

His eye twitched in annoyance, now was not the best time for Lyla to be playful with him, she probably knew that‐ scratch that, she was sure of it, but chose to anyways, he'd probably have to update her later if she kept doing this–

"What now? Is it any updates on locations? Because if not I don't wanna hear it"— He pinched the bridge of his nose as he spoke

"Ouch, you don't wanna hear about how mini you ran off and can't be located currently? Alright then" — Lyla looked at her nails as she said that oh so nonchalantly, Miguel's heart dropped as his stomach churned-

" Send a crew to locate them immediately "

‐ ☆★☆ ‐

Miguel now lives with the burden of his words and the weight of his actions on his mind, running after you and chasing you endlessly, while you may never stop running away— Away from the beast's sharps claws and deadly teeth

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A/N; YES this is gonna be a full on fic and this is like? The intro to it? In a way? Yea, anyways get uh ready ig wooooo *expldoes*

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x y/n #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara angst #me when i resemble the pinch of bridge of nose as a child and father sorta thing smirks #anyways this is gonna be calledddddddd #★ Villain - Miguel & Child

[ilovelosersandshortmen]

Dating Todd Tolansky Headcanons

Keep in mind, this is my personal opinion. So if you think any of these headcanons are wrong, feel free to share your own! I'm asexual and Todd is a teenager, so no NSFW. I know I'm cringe, and there's no insult you could say to me that I haven't said to myself! This is also the first time I've ever posted on Tumblr, so I'm sorry for any mistakes.

With all that out of the way, let's start;

• Genuinely shocked if you don't reject him. Like:

Todd: Hey gorgeous, how about we go out tonight?

Y/N: Sure.

Todd: ... seriously?

•Would literally give you the shirt off of his back to keep you warm. But, because of his mutation, he's much more sensitive to the cold. So he's shivering and refusing to take his jacket back, no matter how hard you try to make him take it.

• Hopeless romantic and actually a gentleman. Never lets you open a door, and always makes a big show of it. He'll be bowing and kissing your hand and talking about how "a beautiful person should be treated"

• Puts so much effort into your dates. Flowers, chocolate, gifts, the whole nine yards.

• Blushes a lot. Then tries to deny that he's blushing. But he definitely is.

• His friends constantly make fun of him and say that you deserve better. Todd will love you even more if you defend him.

• Wanda actually doesn't mind you. She likes that you got Todd off of her back. Even if you do gush about Todd a lot, she likes having you around. Wanda would kill Todd if he ever hurt you.

• I think Pietro would flirt with you to make Todd mad.

•PDA. Everywhere, all the time, no matter what. He literally doesn't care. He likes showing you off, bragging about how such a gorgeous person is dating him.

• Loves cuddling. He just sleeps so much better when you're in his arms.

• Kisses literally everywhere. Neck, lips, forehead, everywhere.

• "I love you more" fights. Will never let you win, because he just loves you that much.

• He will absolutely melt if you play with his hair.

• Always offers to pay for everything, even if he's dirt poor.

• Actually a pretty good cook, and he will definitely brag about it.

• Constant compliments. He loves everything about you.

• Most people call him Toad or some other insult, so he loves it when you actually call him Todd. You make him feel like a person.

• Cheesy date nights. Movie marathons, picnics, dinner dates, milkshakes with two straws, etc. Usually watches horror movies in an attempt to scare you into his arms. Won't admit that he's terrified.

• Calls you every pet name under the sun. Like, he literally can't go a sentence without using a new one. Classics of course, like honey and darling. But prefers super cheesy names like lovebug or sweetums (this one is actually canon)

• DEFINITELY does that "oh I'm yawning but I'm actually putting my arm around my date" move. He thinks he's so slick too.

• All in all, he's extremely cheesy because he loves you so much. And he's totally clueless when it comes to romance, so he learns all of his moves from romance movies.

I'll probably make more of these, because I'm totally obsessed with him and literally no one else talks about him.

#todd tolansky #xmen evolution #x reader #todd x reader #dating headcanons #xmen headcanon #mortimer toynbee #love of my life #actually mentally ill

[canvasbaby]

Heaven- Eddie Munson x fem!reader

warnings: SMUT 18+, male masturbation, eddie is kinda a perv, oral (fem receiving), unprotected sex (wrap before you tap!) , lemme know if i missed anything

summary: Eddie is mesmerized by the chick from his english class, and decides to make a move when they’re paired together for a project

These past three years have been tough for eddie. i mean, he just cant seem to pass english! this year he promised himself, and wayne, that he’d finally pass. but, there was one little eensy teensy little problem...

you.

you took up all of eddies time and headspace during english class. he tried to pay attention, he really did. but you were so.... his type. always wearing short skirts that barely covered the top of your thighs, a stark contrast to your oversized cardigans. it took all his might not to skip class everyday to jack off in his van, thinking about the way you passed him in the hallway on your way to your shared class. god, he wanted you so bad...

this past year has been really tough for you. usually you were a relatively good kid, getting your work in on time, always taking the time your projects and homework deserved. but you had a bit of trouble this year...

him.

he took up all of your time in english class. you really did try to pay attention, but really, was he trying to turn you on? always staring at you with his big puppy-dog eyes... his veiny hands gripping the edge of his desk, making you think what they would feel like, god you wanted him so bad...

and now he was over. in your room. at your house. 

mrs. o’donnel paired you two together for the final project of the year because, as she said, you could ‘keep him in line’ 

he examined your room carefully “woah, i knew you were a girly-girl, but... i didn’t expect your room to be this..” eddie started to speak, but his voice started to trail off as he noticed your cute white lacy panties laying at the top of your clothes hamper.

“pink?” you finished his sentence for him. it was a bit embarrassing. THE eddie munson, the town metal-head, resident iron maiden hyper-fan, the local drug dealer, the definition of hardcore, and your crush, was standing in the middle of your cutesy pink room.

but, really, did you expect him to actually pay attention to the project? i mean, with the way you pressed your chest together while reading from the book. the way you looked up at him through your eyelashes, batting them so seductively when you asked him something. he was struggling to contain himself! he even had to put one of your silk pillows over his lap, claiming it was because ‘his lap got cold’. 

i mean, you weren’t much better. the man of your dreams in your room! what more could you ask for? god, you just wanted to take him on a date. maybe get milkshakes, or go on a picnic! of course, you knew he was a man, even though you’re a virgin, you know what men are like. and you definitely didn’t miss the way he full on stared at you tits. or the way he would ‘accidentally’ brush his hand against your ass. you knew you should be creeped out. you knew you should be more scared or nervous around him. i mean after all, he is a man. but... it felt exhilarating, every time he’d snap his head up after having been caught staring made you feel... powerful.

but, of course, all good things come to an end. as eddie was drinking his soda. you just had to ask a sexual question. you didn’t even mean to, it was related to the project. and he knew that, but he just couldn’t help his reaction..

“is this a better position for you, eddie?” you asked, arranging the diorama you two were making. 

but now you stood there, covered in the soda he spit/ spilled all over you. 

“holy fuck y/n i am SO sorry!” he was frantically apologizing, emptying your tissue box trying to clean up his mess.

“oh eddie you’re fine! accidents happen! i’ll just go take a quick shower and i’ll be good as new!” you said, making your way to the bathroom across the hall. 

the water started and now he was bored. i mean, he COULD continue the project, but he didn’t want to. and now his mind (and eyes) were drifting back to those white panties in the hamper.

you wouldn’t notice if they moved, would you? he just wants to feel them. as he picked them up in his ring-clad hands he really couldn’t help himself. can you blame him? you smelled so good all the time and he wanted to know what your more... intimate parts smelled like. as he sniffed them he palmed himself through his jeans. dammit. now he was impossibly hard. 

after listening and making sure the water was still running, he quickly removed himself from his pants, groaning as soon as he touched himself, finally getting the pressure he needed. “oohh fuck.. y/n” he practically whined, stroking himself faster as he wrapped the panties around his cock.

he was so into it, leaning back onto your dresser, rough lace and precum coating his cock. he imagined it was you instead of your panties. he imagined you’d get on your knees and let him fuck your mouth- he couldn’t help but moan your name as he came. 

“is everything ok, eddie?” you asked from across the hall. fuck he didn’t notice the water had been turned off. he quickly tucked himself back into his jeans.

“yeah, i’m- i’m good.” he responded

“ are you sure?” you asked in that cute tone you always use with him as you walk back into your room. “you sound exhausted” 

it took him a moment to respond (totally NOT because he was staring at your perky nipples through the tank top you threw on and and your pajama shorts) “mhm yeah actually i am feeling tired, i should go home..” he lied, trying to get out as quickly as possible.

“hold on, eddie” oh shit what now? did you know? were you gonna call him out on his bullshit? were you gonna yell at him for the mess he mad? were you gonna-

“are those my panties?” you asked, pointing to the spoiled white lace panties in his hand.

fuck.

he stood there dumbfounded. HOW could he forget he was clutching your cum- covered underwear?? dammit now he was thinking about how YOUR panties are covered in HIS cum and you’re walking towards him and he can already feel his pants growing tighter-

“e-eddie, did you get yourself off in my room?” you questioned him. he was nervous at first but with just one real good look at you he could tell you were, enjoying this? you rubbed your thighs together as you spoke, and your voice wavered.

he decided that if this is how you were gonna play this, he was gonna play his way.

“ ‘m sorry, princess” he said, setting the panties on the dresser and grabbing your waist “i couldn’t help myself, i like ya too much, y’know?” yu knew he was slurring his words on purpose, trying to get a rise out of you. and fuck now he was biting at your neck, groping your ass. not to say that you were complaining, having never been touched like this, you were pretty much a moaning mess.

“eddie?”

“yes, baby?”

“can you kiss me?” he swears he died and went to heaven as he kissed you. he wanted to be gentle with you, he really did. but he wanted, no, needed this so bad for so long, he roughly kissed you, pushing you to sit on the edge of your bed, as he got on his knees.

“can i give you head?” he asked, breathless. his swollen lips looked so good right now and you wanted nothing more than for them to be on your pussy. 

“please, eddie” you begged. he muttered a ‘good girl’ as he practically tore your shorts and cotton panties off. he immediately went for your clit. sucking and licking, while his middle and pointer finger started to fuck your hole.

“oh my god.. eddie” you moaned, trying to get more of him on you, if that was possible. he let out an involuntary moan as you grabbed and pulled his hair, the vibration sending a shockwave through you 

“please eddie, ‘m so close!” you begged, but to your dismay he pulled away, leaving you to whine at the loss of contact

“beg for me”

“what?”

“i want you..” he started, pushing you further onto the bed, stripping off his shirt as you followed suit, leaning over you ”to beg me to fuck you, princess.” he whispered into your ear, his hot breath fanning over your neck

“eddie i-” oh god were you really gonna say this? how embarrassing. but the reward WOULD be worth it... “i want you to fuck me, please!” you almost moaned, grabbing onto his shoulders

“yeah, that’ll do for now” he started undoing his blet and pulling down his pants for the second time that night, pushing you open with his fingers one more time to make sure you’re ready “please eddie, don’t tease me”

“alright, sorry princess” he apologized as he finally pushed into you, causing you to gasp at the pain “sorry, love, it’s gonna hurt for a minute” he says, cursing at himself for not making you cum before.

he starts touching you clit, hoping the extra arousal would help and oh boy does it. you were already so close but he barely had to touch you before you were cumming on his cock

“holy shit, y/n you’re so fucking warm- so wet” he complimented, thrusting into you faster, now playing with your tits just trying to get himself off.

it wasn’t long before he was cumming. he felt bad for not lasting that long, but in his defense he was fucking the girl of his dreams and she seemed to be loving it. besides, you already came so he didn’t think you’d mind.

he moaned your name as he came, adding in a few curse words and one ‘jesus christ’ his pace becoming sloppier and eventually he stilled inside you, unable to keep overstimming himself

he pulled out, and layed on the bed next to you, both panting messes “that was so hot, babe”

“eddie?”

“yes, princess?’

“do you want to be my boyfriend?”

he swears he died and went to heaven.

a/n: sorry the actual sex is so short, but ill make it up to you all (maybe with an eddie x male!reader?) anyway thanks for reading teehee

#eddiemunson #eddiemunsonsmut #strangerthingssmut #eddie munson smut #firstrealfic #feedback appreciated

[marshmallow-rainbow139]

Why are we here, Dickie?

Summary: Bruce is looking for Dick and Anne. He should have know the first place to look at.

Word Count: 528

Genre: Fluff, Family fluff

AO3

Bruce let out a frustrated sigh when he couldn’t find where Anne and Dick were.

He admits it. The gala was boring, but at least he always had Anne on his side to make it bearable. After all, she’s a natural social butterfly and can lead a good conversation. This event was also Dick’s first public event as the new ward of Bruce Wayne and his partner, Anne. The boy had been excited for it. His time in the circus made him used to having a lot of eyes on him.

He went to the entrance. Maybe they went there to get away from the loud noise, but they were not there either.

Where the heck were they?

"Mr. Wayne?"  

Bruce turns and sees the coat lady.

"Yes?"  

"Your wife told me to tell you that she and your son were going to the diner down the street."

Bruce blinks and then chuckles. "Of course, they’re there!" He takes out his ticket from his back pocket. "Please bring me my coat."

Once he’s outside and the cold air hits him in the face, he realizes that he didn’t correct the coat lady about the relationship between him and Anne and Dick, but part of him doesn’t care.

He sees them through the window of the dinner and smiles.  

It's a funny sight to see.

A woman dressed so classily and a boy in a fancy tuxedo eating side by side bacon, eggs, and pancakes while drinking milkshakes

The bells ring when he comes. Anne looks up and laughs. Dick sees him.

"Oh, hey, Big B!" He said it with a mouth full of pancakes.

"I was wondering where you two were." He said he was sliding into the booth. "Why are you two here?"

Anne hummed and looked at Dick.

Dickie, why are we here?" She asked with humor in her voice.

"Because the gala was boring, and the food sucked!" He said.  

She looked at Bruce.

"Because the gala was boring, and the food sucked!" She repeated.  

Bruce smiled.  

"I agree, but why didn’t you call me and let me come with you two?"

Anne looked at Dick.

"Why didn’t we tell Bruce, Dickie?"

"Because he dragged us there and he should stay there with the boring people!"

She looked at him again.

"Because you dragged us there and you should stay there with the boring people!"

Bruce watched them with amusement. He couldn’t and wouldn’t lie. Anne and Dick entering his life have been the best things that have happened to him in a long time. They make him smile so easily. They make him feel warm.

"Well! I already showed up and talked to everyone at the event. I guess I could enjoy some really good food. After all, I deserve it after going through so many boring people, don’t I?"

It was Dick’s turn to ask the questions.

"Mamma Anne, should we let Big B join us?"

Anne pouted and moved her head from side to side while humming. Then she smiled. "Yes! He can join us!"

Bruce chuckled. "All right then," He calls out to the waitress. "I will have what they’re having."

#batman #batfamily #bruce wayne x oc #Anne Wayne

[jule1122]

Malex Fic - How am I the lucky one?

Written for @alexguerinappreciation February prompts of fluff and tiny nod to possession.  The fluff is serious in this one.  It might be one of the most self indulgent fics I’ve written.  I admit I may have given a romanticized version of pet adoption especially involving a special needs animal, but I am so in love with these dogs for Michael and Alex.

How am I the lucky one? on AO3

Summary: Michael does his best to make Alex's birthday special. 

Tittle from “First” by Cold War Kids

Michael wakes early, too excited to sleep, and shuts off Alex’s alarm.  He waits patiently for Alex to wake up.  It doesn’t take long - Alex is an early riser even without an alarm.

“Happy Birthday,” he greets Alex quietly as soon as Alex opens his eyes.

“Thanks,” Alex replies with a sleepy smile.  He turns toward Michael, and Michael wraps him in his arms.

They trade lazy kisses for a few minutes before Alex pulls back.  “This is nice, but I need to get ready for work.”

“Nope,” Michael says before kissing him again.  “No work for you today.”

“Michael, it’s just my birthday.  It’s not a big deal.”

“It is a big deal,” Michael argues.  “And besides, only sociopaths work on their birthdays.”

“Really,” Alex rolls his eyes.  Alex starts to get up, but Michael tightens his arms, holding him in place.  “You can’t actually stop me from going to work.”

“Wrong again.  Possession is nine tenths of the law, and you are mine,” Michael pulls Alex even closer.  “And last week Eduardo told me he was revoking your security access for the day.”

Michael braces himself for another objection, but Alex relaxes in his arms.  “I guess I really am yours for the day,” he tells Michael.

“You’re always mine,” Michael can’t resist reminding him.  “But I do have plans for your birthday.  I thought we’d start with breakfast at the Crashdown then head out to the desert with our guitars for a few hours, maybe have a picnic lunch.  Then I have a surprise for the afternoon.”

“Surprise?”  Alex arches his brow at Michael, but ruins the effect by yawning.  He turns onto his back and stretches.

Michael watches, transfixes, as the sheet slides down exposing more and more of Alex’s skin.  He pulls the sheet all the way off and moves to straddle Alex.  Breakfast can wait.

They make it to the Crashdown for lunch.  Arturo brings Alex a milkshake he didn’t order - one lit candle balancing precariously in a mound of whipped cream.  He sets it in front of Alex and pats him on the cheek, whispering a quiet “feliz cumpleanos” as he leaves.

Despite their late start, they still have time for almost two hours at their favorite spot in the desert.  They sit in the back of Michael’s truck and alternate between playing their guitars and making out.  Michael plays every cheesy love song he can remember for Alex - serenading him, partly just to make Alex smile, but mostly in earnest.  When Alex plays Michael a few of the new songs he’s been working on - letting Michael know he’s the first to hear them - Michael feels like he is the one getting a gift.

“So where are we going?”  Alex asks as they head back to Roswell.

“Did you forget what surprise means?”  He looks over at Alex quickly just so Alex can see his smirk.  Even though he’s confident Alex will be happy with his plan, he can’t help drumming his fingers against the steering wheel when he pulls into the animal shelter.

“Michael?” Alex asks, a hopeful note evident in his tone.

“We’ve been talking about a dog for awhile,” Michael explains.  “I thought your birthday was a good reason to see what our options are.”

Alex grabs his hand and kisses his knuckles.  “You are so good to me,” he says in a husky whisper.

“No more than you deserve,” Michael reassures him.  He squeezes Alex’s hand before letting go to open the door.  “Come on, let’s go play with some puppies.”

Half an hour later, they are sitting outside with a volunteer named Miranda completing the application process.  It’s too hard to do inside the kennel, she told them, with the noise of the dogs and the temptation to rush through to get to see them.  So they sit at a picnic table in a large courtyard where they can see a few other volunteers walking dogs.  

Michael lets Alex do most of the talking - describing their house, their schedule, what they think they are looking for in a dog.  Michael has no idea what he wants, he tried looking at the website and had been overwhelmed with the idea of choosing from so many dogs - all needing a home.  So he leans into Alex’s side and listens, he answers a question when asked directly but otherwise lets the soothing sound of Alex’s voice wash over him.  

When Alex cuts off his sentence for a much quieter “Oh hey,” Michael sits up.  He notices a medium size dog nosing at Alex’s leg.  Alex leans over to pet the dog, still speaking softly to it.  The dog is a mass of curly black and white fur, and Michael’s about to ask Miranda what type of dog it is when he sees she’s staring open mouthed at Alex.

Before he can say anything, another dog and volunteer come running over.  When the dog cones to a full stop about five feet away, the volunteer - Brian, Michael notices his name tag - skids to a stop next to it.  The dog doesn’t seem to be aggressive or growling, but it’s definitely on alert - ears and tail up, body perfectly still.  It’s bigger than the dog Alex is petting, Michael’s pretty sure it’s a boxer with a multicolored brown coat he remembers being called brindle.  Brian is staring at Alex with the same shocked expression as Miranda.  

“He’s allowed to do that, right?  Pet the dog?”  Michael asks when the silence becomes awkward.  Alex hasn’t noticed - too caught up in the dog - but Michael knows he would hate it if he saw Miranda and Brian staring at him.  Michael doesn’t understand why they are staring.  Petting the dogs, getting to know them, is the reason they’re here.  

“No, it’s fine,” Miranda shakes her head.  “It’s just that’s Jelly,” she points to the dog Alex is petting.  “She’s afraid of everyone.  She’s never,” Miranda stops and looks over at Brian.

Brian shrugs.  “I’ve never seen her act like this.”

“Seems pretty friendly to me,” Alex says quietly, without looking up, letting Michael know he’s been listening the whole time.

“Brian and Samantha are the only volunteers she’ll walk with.  She’s never approached anyone,” Miranda says, sounding confused as she watches Alex continue to pet Jelly.  “She’s not really adoptable.”

“Why?” Michael asks sharply.  Jelly looks up at his tone, but Alex soothes her.

“She’s mostly blind and she and Peanut Butter,” Miranda points to the other dog who still hasn’t moved, “are a bonded pair.  They were found together and Peanut Butter takes care of Jelly.  He guides her when she needs it and is very protective.  Finding someone to take both of them, someone who they accepted, is virtually impossible.”

Michael looks at Alex who is rubbing Jelly’s ears and cooing to her.  He tries to think of a polite way to tell Miranda that impossible is an average day for them without bringing up things like aliens and pocket dimensions.  Just then, Peanut Butter makes a small noise that catches his attention.  The dog is still standing at attention, but he’s looking at Alex - head cocked - like he’s trying to figure out what makes him special.  For some reason Michael thinks back to high school when he accepted Alex’s offer of shelter when he turned down every helping hand Max or Isobel ever gave him.  Despite all he’s gone through, there is still this goodness in Alex that shines through.

“He has that effect sometimes, you get used to,” he tells the dog with a smile before turning his attention back to Miranda.  “So what do we do to make our house safe for a blind dog,” he asks, rubbing the back of his neck.

Of course it's not that easy.  The shelter isn’t going to just hand two dogs they’ve deemed unadoptable to them just because Jelly isn’t terrified of Alex.  They decide multiple visits will be needed to see if Jelly really is comfortable with Alex or if this is some kind of fluke.  Then they will need to determine if Jelly can accept Michael and see if Peanut Butter will decide they are trustworthy rather than threats.  Miranda explains that it’s not unusual for dogs to be returned once they are adopted, but they don’t want to take any risks with Jelly and Peanut Butter since that kind of upheaval would be especially traumatizing for them.  

The plan is for Michael and Alex to visit a few times a week, have a home visit and then reevaluate.  But Alex and Michael show up every day.  They ask about the dogs’ routine and come during their normal walk and exercise times so they don’t disrupt their schedules.  Once the shelter sees how serious they are and how patient they are willing to be, they offer some additional suggestions.

Michael and Alex bring in shirts and blankets they’ve used for Peanut Butter and Jelly’s kennel so they can get used to their scent.  After a few weeks, Jelly actually greets Michael first one day, and Peanut Butter walks next to them instead of keeping his distance and lets them pet him.  Seeing the progress being made, Brian does a home visit so they can bring the dogs to their house for a few hours on the weekends.

Their first walks with the dogs were supervised by a volunteer, and that’s how Michael and Alex learned about the dogs’ backgrounds.  Both had homes at some point.  When they were rescued, Jelly was already spayed and Peanut Butter was wearing a collar.  Neither was microchipped or listed as missing so it’s assumed they were abandoned - Jelly due to her medical condition and Peanut Butter for any number of reasons.  They are both younger than Michael thought - neither likely older than three.  He was right about Peanut Butter being a boxer, and Jelly is a poodle mix, most likely with border collie or sheepdog.

As the weeks go by, they keep the dogs longer and longer each saturday.  The shelter brings in a trainer to help the dogs learn to navigate around Alex when his prosthetic is off or is he using one or two crutches.  One by one they bring their family to the shelter to meet Peanut Butter and Jelly and let the dogs get used to their scents and voices since they will spend time at the house. Michael builds a doggy door out to the backyard, and Alex starts baking homemade dog treats.  Isobel teasingly asks if she should be throwing them a baby shower, but Michael is too happy to be offended.

A little over a month after their first visit, they arrive at the shelter to find Jelly agitated and pacing near the path they usually start their walks on.  She ignores both of them, not even acknowledging Alex’s soft greeting.  Peanut Butter presses against Michael’s leg and whines softly.

“What’s wrong?” Michael asks Brian, who seems stressed as well.  He drops a comforting hand on Peanut Butter’s head.

“We had an emergency repair done at the shelter today.  It was during the storm so we couldn’t take them outside,” Brian explains.  “It was pretty close to their kennel so there was a lot of noise, new voices, new scents.  Jelly’s just overwhelmed.”

“Did you have a rough day, sweetheart?  It’s ok, they’re all gone now,” Alex says quietly as he carefully lowers himself to the ground.  He continues to talk until he coaxes Jelly into his lap.  “That’s my girl,” he praises her as he strokes her fur.  Once she sits, he begins to sing softly, barely loud enough for Michael to hear.  Jelly tucks her head into his neck and sighs.

Michael can see how Alex relaxes as Jelly settles.  He keeps singing and after a few minutes, Peanut Butter drops to the ground next to him, resting his head on Alex’s knee so his nose is pressed against Jelly’s back.  Michael clears his throat and looks at Brian, relieved to see he isn’t the only one tearing up.  They bring the dogs home for good the next saturday.

Despite all the preparation they did, having the dogs full time is still an adjustment.  They both have some separation anxiety which leads to Peanut Butter to destroy a few pillows and Jelly to hide in her crate when they first come home.  But they work through it, and Michael will never get tired of seeing Jelly’s full but wiggle when she hears Alex’s voice or having Peanut Butter flop into his lap for a nap.

What Michael doesn’t anticipate is the ripple effect Peanut Butter and Jelly’s adoption has on the rest of the family.  Maria places a donation jar for the shelter at the Wild Pony and fills it with the mandatory fines for customers who have their keys taken away or get the cops called on them.  Isobel and Kyle adopt a chihuahua named Bruno who growls at everyone and makes Kyle carry him everywhere.

The biggest surprise is Sanders.  Michael comes to work one day and sees a greying pitbull following Sanders around the yard.

“Who’s this?” he asks.

“Gus,” Sanders grunts at him.

“Is he waiting for his owner’s car to get fixed?”  Sanders swore after his last dog Lucy passed away he’d never get another dog so Michael’s trying to come up with an explanation for Gus’ presence.  

“He’s mine.  Don’t look at me like that,” Sanders complains when Michael’s eyebrows go up.  “After you and Alex brought those pups home, I was looking at the shelter’s website.”

“You can do that?” Michael can’t help teasing.  Sanders always insists he can’t use the internet.  “Does your old dial up connection still work?”

“That’s enough sass out of you.  You want to hear this or not?”  Sanders glares at him until Michael gestures for him to continue.  “Turns out they have a senior dog foster program.  Figured the old grumpy ones like me need homes too.  He might not have much time left, but Gus deserves better than to spend it alone in a cage.”

“You old softy,” Michael practically flings himself at Sanders who tentatively returns the hug before pushing him away.

“Save that mushy stuff for your husband,” Sanders grumbles.  “Or even Gus.  He may not look like it, but he’s a cuddler.”

Michael drops to his knees and gives Gus a hug.  “Don’t let him fool you,” he whispers into Gus’ ear, “he’s a cuddler too.”

“Enough of that.  Stop lollygagging and get to work. We’ve got another mouth to feed now.”  Sanders walks away, Gus trailing after him.

“Yes, sir,”  Michael salutes even though Sanders can’t see him.  He quickly pulls out his phone, “Hey babe,” he says as soon as Alex answers, “you won’t believe what Sanders did.”

A few months after the adoption, Michael comes home to find Alex napping on the couch - Jelly asleep on his chest and Peanut Butter curled up at his feet.  Neither Jelly or Alex stir when he comes in, but Peanut Butter lifts his head and looks at Michael.

Michael holds up his hand so Peanut Butter knows to stay and goes back to the bedroom to change.  When he comes back out, Peanut Butter is still awake so Michael asks him quietly, “Want to go play?”

Peanut Butter slides off the couch, and they head out to the backyard, careful not to make too much noise.  Now that Peanut Butter trusts them to take care of Jelly, he shows more and more of his own personality.  He loves to play fetch and run around the yard, Michael’s even thinking of building him an agility course to give him more stimulation.  For now Michael grabs a few of his favorite toys and starts throwing them.

They are both winding down - Peanut Butter trotting rather than running after the toys - when Michael hears the back door open.  Jelly comes into the yard, and Peanut Butter immediately diverts his attention from Michael.  He drops his ball in front of Jelly, waiting until she sniffs it to step back a few feet.  He barks loudly so she’ll know where he is and she rolls the ball to him.

Alex comes up next to Michael and watches the dogs play.  He wraps his arm around Michael and kisses the side of his head, “Best birthday present ever.”

Michael knows he’s telling the truth, and it makes him both happy and sad.  When he looks at his husband, he sees Alex’s hair is still sticking up from his nap, his eyes are still a little puffy and his shirt is covered in dog hair.  But he’s smiling, relaxed and happy in a way that used to be rare, but is now how he almost always looks around Michael.  And Michael’s going to do everything he can to keep him smiling like that.

He turns to pull Alex in for a kiss.  Just before their lips meet, he promises “I’m just getting started.”

#alexguerinmonthly #malex fic #rnm fic #my fic #future fic #Alex's birthday #Michael and Alex adopt the best dogs ever #so much fluff #Husbands being madly in love

[liminalpebble]

Eddie's Education: Chapter 11

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Chapter 11

The drive from The Hideout was quiet one, with Eddie's free hand reaching for Leia's whenever he didn't need it to steer. Eventually, Leia spoke up, voice raspy from the weeping, reluctant to say what she needed.

“Eddie?”

“Yeah?”

“I'm...afraid to go back to my apartment. Sam knows the address. It's where we were going to move in together before....uh...anyway,” she said with a sniff, forcing her voice to sound more normal than she felt. “If you could drop me off literally anywhere else, I'd appreciate it. I'm sorry I ruined your shift and..and...caused so much trouble..and.”

He could hear her voice waver and feel her hand begin to shake again where his fingers grazed hers. He pulled the car over. Eddie couldn't stand not facing her or holding her with both hands when she was so upset. As soon as he parked, she was enveloped in the cool smooth blanket of his leather jacket, head nuzzling against hers.

“Listen to me, Leia. You did nothing wrong. You just fell in love with the wrong person. But you,” he said as he cradled her cheek with his big hand, “you have no idea how much good you really deserve do you?”

She looked away, unable to meet his intense eyes. “I have no idea about anything right now, Eddie, except that I don't want to go home.”

He looked concerned for a moment, asking, “Does he have a key?”

“No,” she said, shaking her head emphatically, “Thank god.”

He nodded too. Thankful to hear she had some safeguard against Sam other than distance. Suddenly a thought hit Eddie out of the blue and his eyes lit up. “You don't have to go home! I have an idea. Trust me?”

She looked at him, baffled, but nodded. “Ye...yeah, of course....what are..?”

“Hold on tight, Princess Leia. I have a plan!” he said with a huge trouble-maker's grin.

------

A little while later they were sitting side by side and cross-legged on the pillows in the back of his van, doors open to give a full view of the drive-in movie they were attending, both sipping milkshakes. She smiled as Eddie shifted to throw one more blanket over her, warding off the chilly night air. Observant man that he was, he was learning that she gets cold so easily.

He chuckled. “Sorry, maybe milkshakes weren't the best plan tonight but these always cheer me up. That drive thru has been there since I was a kid. Same family still owns it, I think.”

She smiled to him and held his hand. “No, Eddie. It's perfect. This is so sweet. I can't thank you enough,” she said, her big kind dark-chocolate eyes drawing him in and melting his heart.

“Hey, don't mention it. You've been through the wringer. You deserve some happiness, and a hell of a lot more than that asshole ever gave you. I'm guessing he had you convinced that you didn't deserve any...slimy little shit,” he declared, swirling the little red straw, trying to get to the last of his dessert at the bottom of the cup.

When he looked over she seemed pensive and timid, eyes glued to her hand as it slowly stirred her shake. He reached his hand out and scooted closer, “Fuck...sorry. I shouldn't have brought it up...rubbing salt in the wound.”

She looked him in the eye. “No! No Eddie it's not that. I love your honesty...your openness. Please never stop being so real...so honest. I've never had that. Just pecking orders and passive-aggression and gaslighting and fear of damnation from people who were supposed to love me. Not...not that I have you...I...I don't know.” She looked away, but Eddie just grinned, thinking, Oh but you do, princess. You have no idea how much you have me.

“Come here,” he said gesturing for her to snuggle against him. He put an arm around her while they watched Casablanca flicker across the screen in its dreamy black and white glory and he held her close. He could feel her begin to slouch into him with more ease as they passed a joint back and forth. He couldn't help watching her sensual sanguine lips as she took a drag then released little tendrils of fragrant smoke with a soothed exhale, a hint of a sigh, shutting her eyes in pleasure. Eddie swallowed hard, imagining that might be her reaction the first time he would touch her as more than a friend; a sound of long-awaited relief, like sinking aching muscles into a hot bath. He would give anything to hear that sigh from her again because of his hands caressing her.

“You know what I want to hear.” he parroted along with the movie in a Humphrey Bogart impression, which drew a little giggle from her half-asleep form. Leia was sinking further down and he scooted so she could lay on her side. Using his thigh for a pillow, she snuggled into him, pressing her cheek to the worn denim as he stroked her hair gently, moving it away from her sweet round cheeks. They'd both seen Casablanca a thousand times, but even if they hadn't, neither of them were paying any attention to the movie.

Even in her drowsy state (or maybe because of the liberty of it) she allowed herself to enjoy his touch, to fantasize. She wished she could crawl just a little farther between his strong thighs, slowly unzipping and releasing him. She longed to hear him sigh gratefully, praising her like a goddess as she'd take the warm length of him into her mouth. Leia could imagine it, though she'd never experienced it that way. Sam liked to hold her head in place, fucking her mouth like she was just an old sock to jack off into. Her throat always hurt the next day, but Leia assumed that was just how all men were, how all men liked it. Eddie would be different. Eddie would be gentle, she knew with certainty. He would cradle her head and stroke her hair reverently, massaging her scalp as she enjoyed the taste of him. These idle thoughts began to make her wet, and she squirmed a little, readjusting. Sweet unassuming Eddie just figured she was uncomfortable from the position she was laying in.

Eddie whispered close to her ear, “Sorry sweetheart, I know this isn't the best spot for a nap. She opened her eyes and stared up into his. His long hair tickled her cheeks as he stared down at her. His deep eyes looked concerned but his lips still carried the twitch of a smile. He licked his lips nervously then said, “I swear I didn't plan it like this, and I'm not trying to get in your pants or something, but my trailer park is across the street. You're welcome to stay at my place tonight...” he could feel himself beginning to ramble, like a boulder picking up momentum as it tumbled downhill, “I...I know it's kind of trashy...you know... living in a trailer, but it's pretty big and new. There's plenty of room so I can give you privacy. I live alone now. Wayne lives with his lady so it'll be quiet. Well, except for me. I'll be on the couch and you still might hear me snoring through the door. It's so fucking loud. Wayne used to call me the freight train, but he snores just as bad...runs in the family I guess...”

Leia raised a single finger and pressed it against his lips. God, they were so soft and full and pink, begging to be kissed, she thought. She ran the pad of her finger over the pillowy flesh, lightly tracing. She couldn't help herself. It took her some time to respond, hypnotized by his mouth and the desires it summoned within her.

“Eddie, that's so nice of you. As long as you don't mind me there. And I'll take the couch. You sleep in your own bed.”

“No way,” he protested, his mop of hair wiggling as he shook his head. It made her giggle as it tickled her and a smile blossomed on her face. Eddie wanted to kiss her so badly it physically ached. It tormented him. He didn't want to take advantage of such a vulnerable time for her, or cause her to lose her job. What if I'm reading it all wrong? I think she likes me, but fuck, what if I made a move and she didn't want it? I could never look her in the eye again. I might just cry in bed for the rest of my life if that happened.

From there his rumination spun around and around; a record playing the same old tune. And it was the same sad song that Leia was playing in her own mind.

I'm not good enough.

“If she can stand it, I can! Play it!”

---

When they reached the front porch of his trailer, he turned to her and said sheepishly, “Can you give me just a minute. I'm gonna tidy up real quick. Wait here. Are you warm enough?”

She chuckled. “Yeah. I'm fine. And you really don't have to.”

“I know...I know, just two seconds, okay?”

And he was off in a flash. She watched surreptitiously through the crack in the door as he whisked piles of laundry into a hamper and loaded the dishwasher all in record time. He bounded back to the door, and she let out a little yip, not expecting the sudden movement. Eddie opened the door with a bow, taking her hand dramatically he said, “Your Highness, welcome to Casa Munson,” as he welcomed her inside.

“My champion, thank you,” she said, matching his dramatic tone. She eyed his private space, hungry to learn about him. There were Iron Maiden and Metallica posters on the wall, along with a beautiful red and black guitar proudly displayed, gleaming and well-maintained. A second-hand kitchen table was strewn with Dungeons and Dragons player's guides, figurines and elaborate varieties of dice. She strolled over to it, saying over her shoulder, “Don't worry. I promise not to touch it,” as she inspected the display.

You can touch anything I got, dollface, Eddie thought.

“This is amazing,” she said, smiling to him in genuine awe. “You're the dungeon master?”

“Yeah,” he answered, beaming with pride. “I still play campaigns with the little shrimps I knew from high school...well...they're obviously not little anymore. In my mind they're still 14, and I still feel like I take care of them.”

“Of course you do,” she said, smiling knowingly. “I'm getting the impression, from how you treat me, that that's just in your nature.”

“Nah. Only for people I really care about. Otherwise I'm a total butthead.” He paused for her to finish laughing. He couldn't bring himself to interrupt the beautiful sound of it. Eventually he asked, “Do you play?”

She shook her head. “No, but I always wanted to learn how. I was just always afraid to ask. I didn't want to get in the way.”

“I could teach you sometime. This group is nothing to be afraid of. They don't bite...well accept for me. I'm the mean and scary one,” he finished, voice dropping conspiratorially.

She came closer. “You can't fool me Munson. I know you have a reputation for that in this town, but deep down, you're a sweet little cupcake.”

He laughed and dug his hands in his pockets, averting his eyes shyly, and stepped back. “Uh...so, let me find you a toothbrush and towels and stuff. I'm guessing you'll want to shower off all the fake blood.”

“Correct,” she admitted. “And..uh...can...can I borrow something to sleep in. I didn't exactly bring anything.”

“Oh right...yeah yeah...just a minute.” Eddie breezed off to his closet, finding a clean pair of boxers and his favorite Motorhead shirt, freshly laundered. His cock twitched thinking of her in his clothes like that. She probably wouldn't even have underwear on under those sleep clothes. She'll be all damp from her shower and smell amazing. She'll be wet and soapy and naked in my shower. Before he knew it, Eddie could feel the bulge forming in his pants and cursed to himself. He waited it out, biding his time as he changed the sheets for her. He didn't like the idea of her sleeping on the same bedding where he jacked off thinking about her and moaning her name night after night.

Frustrated in so many ways, he slammed the ball of old sheets into the hamper, took a breath and begged his cock to calm down as he tidily folded her nightclothes, towel, and washcloth, setting a brand new toothbrush on top. He breezed back out once the evidence of his thoughts had calmed down, plastering a smile back on his face as he hand off the items. He scrambled for a quick but polite escape.

“Well...uh. I'm pretty beat. Mind if I turn in?”

“Oh..uh. No. No of course not. I'll try to be quiet getting ready for bed.”

“Sure sure...”

They stared each other in the eyes for just a moment, both breathing heavily before they stuttered over each other saying “Goodnight” and set about getting ready for bed in separate rooms. Both kicking themselves for not seizing the moment.

@sunflowerdaydreamer

#eddie munson x ofc #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson #strangers things fanfic #stranger things

[wonderlandleighleigh]

Midge and Lenny bumping into each other somewhere very unexpected

She's so cute.

And really, he's always thought so, but here, now, standing in the cold at the newsstand with an armful of comic books (Batman and Superman, probably for her son), flipping through an issue of Archie, her lip pouted a little, she's just...

Cute.

"Any updates on the Betty versus Veronica saga?" He asks softly.

Midge doesn't seem startled. She doesn't even look up. "Betty has the upper hand this week."

"I always liked Veronica better," Lenny shrugs as he adds the Washington Post to his growing stack of papers to buy.

Midge looks up finally. "You are the first man who has ever admitted that to me. Everybody always says they would want a Betty. She's so nice and sweet."

Lenny wrinkles his forehead. "Betty wouldn't put out unless they were trying for a kid, and even then she would probably be a terrible lay."

Midge nods in agreement. "Just lying there, thinking about the different flavors of malted milkshakes at the soda shop -come to think of it, Archie isn't that great. It's not like he's anything to write home about looks-wise. Poor Veronica. She can do better. Let Betty have him, they deserve each other."

Lenny chuckles as he watches her pit the comic book back on the rack in favor of a reprinted romance comic.

He snatches it and reads the byline. "You've got good taste. These are the guys that created Captain America for Timely."

Midge snatches it back playfully. "Why thank you."

Lenny grins, turning to pay for his papers. "I saw you've got a set at Upstairs at the Downstairs on Saturday."

"Yes, I do," Midge confirms as she stands behind him.

"If I come see you, can I buy you dinner aftwards?" He asks, glancing back at her.

She smiles at him. "Sure you want to get involved with a Veronica?"

"With the dark gorgeous hair and the big eyes and that smile?" He says as he lifts his papers. "Beats the shit out of a Betty."

Midge steps up to pay. "Then you're on."

"See you Saturday, Veronica."

Midge laughs. "Wait, does that make you Jughead, Reggie or Dilton?"

Lenny shrugs. "Just call me Hotdog."

She laughs harder as she pays and he walks off.

#fic #au #tmmm #midge x lenny #midge/lenny #don't kill me for this lol

[prettytm]

" the fucker deserved it. " Remorse is non-existent. The statement is pure and coolly matter of fact. This is how it is. Not that he's asked, but Sam wants it known. Any body that meets her knife? They've earned it. They deserve it. Be they crooked cops, old buddies of good old Detective Bailey's, or hardcore dreddit users with miles worth of sickening posts that put her in the starring victim role of their sick fantasies. They summon her up like a long-faced boogeyman with their desires. This motherfucker? Too big a fan of Richie's. Real heavy into some biblical sins of the father shit. A man she had never even known. Dead before she took her first breath. She merited the sentence for his transgressions some two decades ago because what? Because why? He wasn't even connected to the original victims or their families— she'd checked. Every justification these bastards come up with raises her ire. He wanted her to bleed out slow and painful? No. She makes it his reality instead. Or... made. What with the way he's not breathing any longer— or making any of those pitiful wheezing whimpering sounds, scrabbling at her boots like a prostrate penitent begging salvation. As if. She scoffs at cooling corpse for the audacity and backs away from it. She's done. He's someone else's problem now. (echoestm, ghostface, jigsaw)

Through the holes of his own mask he watches her, feasting on the cold calculation of her actions and even her words. He doesn't startle easily and she of all people knew this. But there were times he's sure she's issuing warnings, as if to make sure he not only stays in his line but realizes she's not quitting her holy war for him. As if he'd ask her to.

Jigsaw was invested in her and her fight against those who did her wrong. Sometimes he sees himself in her. Parents a shitshow that left their kids dealing with the fallout and aftermath of their own crimes. She was just picking up the pieces that had fallen at her feet. She's been judged harshly, falsely and she was doing what she had to do. From where he stood.. She was justified in her slayings. Hadn't just been her life on the line but her sister's too. They might not be talking right now but that was her blood.. She was still fighting to protect Tara as much as she was getting in her own pound of flesh.

Slowly he moves to her, stepping over the body after he's kicked the wheezing man in the ribs. There'd be no big loss when he drew his last breath. Just another scumbag taken off the streets. "I'm thinking burgers and fries for dinner?" There's no easy reasoning with her. But he could change the subject, tug her mind from the darkness and back to him. "Milkshakes maybe? Still haven't taken you to Tick Tock."

#::: { asks } so does this mean ann margret's not coming? #Anonymous #echoestm

[ultimatecutenesspeaks]

Bunny let go guys soon they continue as they reach trough the tunnels to leave towa city as the warriors of hope make a funeral for hero hound

Kotoko: Rest in peace, Hero Hound... Even though you ripped up my dresses and caused chaos all the time, you were still a good boy...

Jataro: Yeah... Hey, where's Masaru?

Monaca: He's still in his room. Big Brother is there too, trying to make him feel better.

Nagisa: *sigh* I do wish he would focus more on our plan... He always has his head in the clouds.

Jataro: Yeah, rainy clouds. 'Cause he's always sad.

Kotoko: Ohhh, I wish we could help somehow! He's too adorbs to be sad!

Jataro: Yeah... He's probably even sadder now that his gift to Masaru is gone now.

Nagisa: If anything, I would say it's deserved. He should have been less careless, yet he foolishly revealed to the Demons that Big Brother is here with us. Now they'll come to try and take him away.

*Kotoko turns to him with a glare as Jataro looks at him in surprise.*

Kotoko: Nagisaaaa! That's so mean! How would YOU feel if you lost YOUR precious gift, huh?!

Jataro: Wow, Nagisa... That was cold. Even colder than the bodies of Demons my Illusionist Frog swallowed up.

Nagisa: I-I didn't mean...

*Monaca turns away from Hero Hound's shrine to roll her chair between the two of them, speaking in a calm manner that's familiar to all four of them.*

Monaca: Now, now, everyone. Fighting is a no-no, remember? Big Brother is fine, and he's not gonna be taken away. Monaca knows that he'll start being useful again soon enough. But for now, we have to believe in him, okay? Just like he believes in us.~

*That helps the others to calm down, and Nagito walks in with milkshakes, though the kids complain and state that they like their big brother's treats much better. Meanwhile, the group enters the station, to which Toko complains about being dark and creepy.*

#kotoko speaks🐰 #jataro speaks🐰 #monaca speaks🐰 #nagisa speaks🐰 #answered asks🐰💗 #bunny anon #ultra despair girls reload #blog roleplay season five

[embossross]

Voilà, here I am !

Hjdhjfhf I was so happy to receive my notification, I wasn't expecting it until next week, I read that you were sick (are you feeling better ?)

Last night alcohol and tiredness got the better of me and I admit I can't remember everything, so here goes the live reaction while I'm re-reading !

First, surfing, I love the idea ? Hanma in a wetsuit I 😍 ... ok, let's focus again.

Our girl is so cute, supporting, applauding and feeding our favorite psychopath playing in the waves, like a devoted babysitter.

"Even a broken clock is right twice". That's it. I think I've said this before, but it's in simple little lines like this that the cleverness of your writing is most apparent. I can't explain why, but I'm blown away every time. You really have this style... idk, it's just smart, sorry I wish I had more words to define it.

"He's glad he resisted crushing all that good health to nothing today." Hm ok, thanks Shuji-baby for not killing us today ig 👉🏻👈🏻 ? (The fries in the milkshake is a big no though. Red flag.)

The euphemisms in the recommendation. This little moment of complicity, I live for it ok ?

AAAAAAAAH DARK MITSUYA I'M DYING !! Seriously, I'm thinking of proposing to the person who will one day write about a not-so-good-Mitsuya (writers here, this is a cry from the heart !)

My goodness. My post is getting really long, I'm getting embarrassing.

The way Hanma narrates the murder, methodical, organized, cold. I got chills, if I were her I would have been fucking terrified.

You know what I love most about your heroines? It's that she (God I'm sorry, I don't remember if she has a name or not) and Yasuko are not bad bitches, they are simple, random girls and yet, that doesn't stop them from being sure of themselves and their desires in front of men who are more than intimidating. I could never. I mean, it took me nine fucking years to be open about it with my boyfriend ??? (Yeah.. maybe I'm the problem 🫠).

"Yeah, yeah, I want to go dancing with you," naaaaah she is so cute !!

"He could just eat you up." YES, PLEASE GO AHEAD SIR 🫡

Ok, I'm at the smut point and I'm going to repeat myself again but you are one of the last authors who can make me blush. WELCOME TO THE CLUB yeah I remember last night stomping my feet on my bed lol

That's it, I'm done bothering you now. I loved every part of this chapter and I would have so much more to say but I'm getting tired of my own self so I'll just say thank you and tell you again that it's always a fucking pleasure to read you. See you 🥰

the RE-read? gosh i am so spoiled by you. i do not deserve it!

hanma in a wetsuit! you are so right for this. someone should draw it fr

i enjoyed the little mitsuya drop there. he would be feral about his sisters & i'd read too haha.

one of the weird things about this chapter is that hanma's now in a great mood, he's happy, he's chill, but he's still so dangerous. you really nailed it when you said reader is babysitting her favorite psychopath. he can be happy and thinking about how he almost killed the instructor - he probably wouldn't have killed reader - and he can cheerfully recount murder. reader's past being too scared though, no matter how chilling, because she saw him gouge that guy's eyeball out once. they are past it lol

i am really really flattered by your comment about this reader and yasuko in dgm!! yes, they are not bad bitches because what kind of power / confidence / authority would even mean anything in the context of these dangerous murderers? and i like the contrast between those two characters. yasuko is def more sure of her desires, but less strongwilled, while this reader actually really struggles with recognizing or pursuing what she wants but is a concrete wall when it comes to what she DOESN'T want and i respect it. anyway ty that's really nice

& thank you for stomping your feet at the smut 😆 i felt like i rushed it, so good to know it has the stamp of approval >> i will see myself out for that pun

your comments are always such a joy to read and they provide not only great insight into what is landing with readers but also great motivation to continue, so thank you sincerely for this 💖💖

#asks

[desertpiner]

Stack creamery

STACK CREAMERY MOVIE

Bless everyone who shop here and bless the individuals who work here.įull disclosure, the owner is a good friend of mine. And you want to know why you should enjoy it? Do you want to know why?Because you deserve it.- Aubrey, circa 2010-2011Truly, I was so happy to be consuming such wonder, such magic, such an amazing piece of culinary delights from this place. And go and spend your money at this wonderful place. I had to go back and thank the man who made the shake for me! So please, I implore you, if youre reading this now, stop reading. He got the ice cream sandwich with the cookie monster ice cream and this man looked so happy too. Like BROOOOO!! Come on! Who else doing that? Ice cream AND Big Time Rush?!!! I was so happy, man! Made me all giddy and spry like I was in my youth.

STACK CREAMERY MOVIE

On top of that, they had that Big Time Rush movie playing in the background, the one where they go to the UK. I got the Chocolate Fetish without whipped cream and it just hit DIFFERENT. When I say this, I mean this, I had one of the BEST milkshakes I ever had in my life. The ice cream didnt melt quick, and it actually stayed cold & thick throughout the whole time I devoured the ice cream.The donut is heated before served, which makes the donut ice cream sandwich very delectable! Warm & chewy on the outside, cold & thick on the inside.Out of the flavors we tried, (birthday cake, cookie monster, sweet dreams, salted caramel, and the chocolate fetish)we all favored the salted caramel the most! The gentleman serving us was very friendly and obliged to help us find something we would like.We ordered the donut ice cream sandwich with birthday cake + add m&ms, small cone with cookie monster and sweet dreams + add sprinkles, and a scoop of the salted caramel & chocolate fetish + add gummy worms.The ice cream was pretty thick compared to other ice creams Ive had in the past, and I actually enjoyed the density of the dessert. The ambience was quite nice, and everything was very neat & quiet. If youre in or even near Atlanta, I recommend stopping by this ice cream shop! I visited this place as soon as the store opened, which was at noon.

#Stack creamery

[seokjinsonlyone]

so i got on tiktok for more than five minutes for the first time in like a month the other day and i saw they was doing this trend where it’s sorta like fmk but like husband, boyfriend, or sneaky link and i just wanted to add my two cents

namjoon:

this is your boyfriend

i know you may be thinking ???? boyfriend???? not husband??????????

but yes boyfriend listen we all know this man is brilliant; big brained and big bodied; cognitive skills off the charts; he knows a thing or two about a thing or two

however, he just ain’t there yet 😭 he don’t even got his license y’all gon flub on the contraceptives once or twice and next thing you know you strapping your kid into the basket of his bike so he can drop them off to school 😩

and his cooking……….. like watching this man with a knife gives me anxiety

he has a bit of growth to do but that’s why you date before getting married 🥳🥳🥳

y’all would go on the beeeest dates i’m talking museums, picnics, hikes, and yes bike rides

and like he’s just so sweet and thoughtful and he tries his very best to be gentle despite his destructive nature so it would just be so cute and fun for him to be your boyfriend

seokjin:

it goes without saying that this is your husband

to be honest ion even really need to elaborate on this one like…

he cooks; he cleans; he’s thoughtful, supportive, silly, will do anything to make you happy…

everything you could ever want and need in a man is manifested in kim seokjin

so just lemme tell you what this ^^ gif is this is like three months after you’ve given birth to your second child

he got home from work way later than expected he was tired exhausted really but still helped you with your new baby taking turns tending to them on and off all night

you had just gotten into a really good sleep when your alarm went off signaling it was time to get child number 1 up and ready for school

you groaned sitting up but before you could even get out of bed he was wiping the sleep from his eyes and telling you he was going to take care of it

“but you got off late last night and you helped me too”

he reassured you that it was fine and that he had it he knew how hard you worked all day everyday and you never got the opportunity to clock out

it was his day off anyway so he kissed your forehead and told you to get back to sleep

which was a bit easier said than done bc those two were like bulls in a china cabinet there was whining and scuttling all around a few disagreements on which outfit your child should wear and what they should eat for breakfast

but soon enough you looked out the window and saw jin adjusting his shorts and a few seconds later your child bobbling out after him backpack a little too big for their body before they walked hand in hand to the car

that’s… what that is… that’s your husband

and when i say your i mean mine that’s my husband

you can keep scrolling 😗✌️

yoongi:

husband <33333

like jin this man is the total package

he cooks, cleans, is loving and supportive, will take care of you emotionally, and on top of that he’s handy! extensive knowledge about interior design!

like if you want some pictures hanged or a shelf built or something this is the man for you

your lil bob the builder <3

like idk what it is with this man but something about him is just so soft and makes me want to love and be loved by him

like if this is not your husband this is your long term boyfriend you are dating him for no less than five years and when you part way you ain’t gon know how to live without him

so don’t leave

bring the documents he already said so

hoseok:

boyfriend 100%

hobi just seems so partnerable

i look at him and i see movie nights and pillow talk

i see cuddles and late night facetime calls

your own personal hope on the streets when he wants to loosen up or practice or relieve stress😩

you go to a restaurant and each pick a dish and share it with each other like he’s very much giving one milkshake 2 straws

or you two cook together side by side he’s chopping vegetables and cleaning while you’re sautéing and stir frying and what not

you go shopping with him and critique his outfits when he tries them on and vice versa

i don’t even know man i just see hobi and i think he’s flawless i want to give him the world

and i think about that time when he said one of his personal goals was to become special to someone 😭😭😭

so like girl get your boyfriend and just give him all the love he’s searching for all the love he deserves

jimin:

….sneaky link

look at him smh caught in 4k sending a “you up?” text at the tender hour of 3am

idk what to tell ya man he just ain’t bout it rn

he ain’t looking for nothing but fun

atm it’s just him and his bros

every once in a while he’ll go searching for a connection for a night or two

there may be a few repeat offenders a string of flings if you will but never anything serious

i can see it in his eyes everyone can really bc he flirts with every living and nonliving thing in sight

taehyung:

husband

now you may be thinking… is he not on par with namjoon when it comes to practical skills???

and like yes perhaps but he definitely is not as much as a liability

like i think i can trust him to open a packet of barbecue sauce without risk of ruining my outfit and like i know i wouldn’t fear for my life if he was slicing a hard boiled egg

which is not to say that i wouldn’t mind getting stabbed by joon there are certainly worse ways to go but that’s not what we’re talking about

what we’re talking about is tae and how i just know with him you’d be safe physically mentally and emotionally 🥺🥺🥺

and idk if it’s bc i done seen him in slacks one too many times but something about him just screams commitment

like he’s giving 401k he’s giving life insurance he’s giving condo in florida where you spend the winter bc your bones get too cold where you normally live

but you know what he’s also giving passion like you will 100% spend the rest of your life in love with this man

like in that picture it’s giving you’ve been married for three years it’s wednesday and he’s off so he asked you on a date

it’s taking you longer than anticipated to get ready you wanted to look pretty for him bc truthfully you don’t get to go on dates often as much as he’d like to

your hair and makeup is finally done so you find him and tell him you’re almost done and you’ll be out as soon as you slip on your outfit

he lazily turns his head to you and tells you to take your time there’s no rush and he’s just looking at you with absolute hearts in his eyes

you’re not even fully ready and there’s hearts in his eyes 😭 it makes your heart race and you can’t keep the smile off your face as you get ready for your date, for the rest of your life together with him

jungkook:

i know y’all gon hate to hear this one but… sneaky link

^^ that may be your boyfriend but you ain’t his girlfriend 😭

that is the face of someone you called and told that you wanted to stop messing around bc you was getting attached but he convinced you that it didn’t have to be all that and acted cute until you changed your mind

listen this man is in his prime he ain’t tryna settle down

the moment you try to commit is the moment he jumps out the window

and this is not to say that he’s not a good boy but like i’ve known jungkooks i’ve been friends with jungkooks and the second you try to take things farther than what they want that’s when they stomp all over your heart

however i do firmly believe that jungkook ain’t like them others he’s more than a good boy he’s the best boy

and if he like idk heard bells when you walked by or was pulled by the red string of fate or like felt the yearning or whatever it is that he done conjured up in his head he’d be everything and more 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

#bts fanfiction #bts fanfic #bts fic #namjoon x reader #kim namjoon x reader #namjoon fic #kim seokjin x reader #jin fic #yoongi x reader #yoongi fic #hoseok x reader #hobi fic #j hope x you #jimin fic #jimin x reader #jimin x you #taehyung fluff #taehyung x y/n #taehyung fanfiction #jeon jungkook x reader #jungkook fic #jungkook x y/n #bts imagines

[dreamwritesimagines]

Burn The Witch 20 - Final Warning [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, lovers to enemies, fake dating, mentions of blood, sex, violence, death, manipulation, language, guns, knives.

Summary: Everyone has a past.

Series Masterlist

Not that you had ever been in a situation where you wanted to come clean to a target and blow your own cover, but you could easily say that this was one of the hardest things you had ever been through.

And considering your career, you had been through a lot.

You had no idea how to even begin the conversation, and you were pretty sure that it would completely ruin every chance of happiness you would have with him, every chance of a future together but—

You had to keep him safe. You owed him that much.

Considering your whole relationship had been nothing but a lie.

You were snapped out of your thoughts when you heard your name being called and you looked up, still holding the empty milkshake container.

“Yes?”

“Your boyfriend is here with the Captain America,” Tara winked at you, “Is he single?”

“Sam?”

“No Y/N, I’m trying to steal your man but letting you know beforehand. Yes, Sam!”

“Um—“ you tried to pull your thoughts together, “I’m not sure, I can ask.”

“Don’t make it obvious though,” she pointed at you and walked away. You let out a sigh, looking down at the empty container, then fixed your apron and walked out of the kitchen into the main area. You could feel the warmth in your stomach as soon as you saw Bucky and Sam in one of the booths, and you went under the counter to approach them.

“Hi darling.”

“Hey,” you pecked him on the lips and sat beside him, “Hi Sam.”

“Hey Y/N,” he greeted you as Bucky entwined his fingers with yours, “Anyways, as I was saying. I can look into her but unless you give me more information, we’ll hit a dead end.”

Your heart skipped a beat as you looked between them and Bucky thought for a moment.

“Maybe Sharon might help.”

“I mean she can try—“

“Who are you talking about?” you asked and Sam grinned.

“Bucky’s spy friend.”

“She’s not my friend,” he said almost instantly and your stomach dropped.

“O-oh?”

“I just want to learn who she works for,” he said, “Just in case.”

“In case of what?” you managed to ask and Bucky shifted his weight like he was uncomfortable.

“In case we need it.”

“But why would you need it?”

To that, he looked like he had no answer and Sam cleared his throat, grabbing his phone.

“Well, I’d better talk to Sharon,” he said, standing up from his seat, “To see what we can find. I’ll see you guys later.”

With that, he walked out of the shop and you turned to Bucky, your brows raised.

“So,” you said, “What’s happening?”

“No what you’re thinking right now,” he said quickly, “It’s just… I ran into her. Again.”

You actually wanted to find out how much information he would give you, so you decided to push.

“Oh? I didn’t know you went on a mission.”

“I didn’t, she broke into my house.”

You blinked a couple of times, staring at him as if you were confused. “I’m sorry?”

“I have no idea how she knows where I live, but—“

“She was in your apartment.”

“For like five minutes,” he added, “And she….she told me something.”

If he kept this up, maybe you had a chance to convince him to leave the country for a while by using your cover even if you couldn’t convince him by being yourself.

“What?” you asked him and he paused for a moment, then shook his head.

“It’s not important.”

Fuck.

“It sounds like it is,” you tried again and he cleared his throat.

“Nah it’s just…. Usual secretive spy stuff.”

“But are you safe?” you insisted and he smiled, pressing your hand to his lips, his fingers still entwined with his.

“Of course darling.”

No. No you’re not safe.

You bit inside your cheek, trying to find something, anything to tip him off without blowing your cover but you came up empty except for one thing.

You had to tell him. You had no idea how you would do it, and you had no idea how he would react but you couldn’t—

You couldn’t just sit there and let them take him and blame him for things he quite possibly hadn’t done. Knowing the General, he would pull every trick in the game to convince your superiors that he was dangerous.

And Bucky was one of the very few people you knew who didn’t deserve that.

But how could you do it? You knew it would mean losing him, you were quite sure that he would never trust you again, nor would he ever want to see you again. Not only that, but if the General found out anything about you tipping him off, you would be killed, that was for sure.

As he always said, actions had consequences.

“Don’t look so worried,” he said with a chuckle, snapping you out of your thoughts, “I promise you, everything will be alright.”

For some reason, you were having a hard time believing it but you tried to smile, then leaned in to kiss him.

“Yeah,” you managed to say, “Of course it will.”

                                                ***

By the time you were done at work, you were way too tired but it had nothing to do with the goddamn milkshake shop. You half wished you could ask Keith or Chloe about what to do, but you decided you actually needed to come up with a plan before getting them involved.

If you were going to get them involved, you had to make sure they would be safe even if you wouldn’t be, but it didn’t mean the lack of plan at hand wasn’t making you panic. Even the mind blowing sex wasn’t enough to put you to sleep, not when you kept thinking about how it would end soon.

Either way, you were going to lose him.

The thought of it made the tears burn your eyes but you rolled over in bed and looked down at him. He looked so peaceful without nightmares torturing his sleep and you sniffled before leaning in to press your lips into his dark hair, inhaling his scent. He moved a little, letting out a content sigh and you pulled back to grab your dressing gown, then made your way to the kitchen as silently as possible. After grabbing the wine bottle, you went to the bathroom to get in the bathtub, the cold surface against your warm skin giving you goosebumps.

You were being so stupid. Even more stupid than a Victorian lady risking it all for dick.

You cussed under your breath and took a huge swig of the wine, leaning your head back, desperately trying to find an idea to help you get out of this thing unscathed.

Or not to break his heart in the process.

By the time you had finished the bottle, you were still clueless but alcohol was slowly taking away the panic pulsing through you. You kept your eyes on the wall, tracing the rim of the bottle and only when Bucky knocked on the door that you realized he was awake.

Wow, the spy in you would be so disappointed if it were any other time.

“Darling?”

“Hey,” you called out, “You can come in.”

He opened the door and his brows furrowed as soon as he saw you in the bathtub holding a wine bottle.

“Hey,” he said, “Everything alright?”

You closed your eyes for a moment, then nodded and looked up at him.

“I couldn’t sleep,” you said, “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” he said and approached you to crouch down, “Nightmares?”

“Something like that,” you mumbled, still holding the bottle tight, “What time is it?”

“3 a.m.”

You heaved a sigh and he reached out to brush your hair behind your ear.

“Want to talk about it?” he asked softly and that made the burning in your eyes even worse, but you cleared your throat and shook your head.

“Did you know….” You trailed off, waving the empty bottle, “In some cultures people drink at funerals?”

“Nope,” he said, “I didn’t. Whose funeral is it then?”

“Mine I think.”

He tilted his head, stealing a look at the bottle before smiling at you softly. You were aware that he thought it was just the wine and nightmares speaking, and you were way too tired to let him know, to explain-

To lose whatever it was between you.

“You’re not dead, sweetheart.”

“Not yet,” you managed to say, and he took a deep breath.

“Don’t say that,” he said, his voice low as if the thought was too much for him to handle and you let out a bitter chuckle.

“Alright, I won’t.”

“Do you want to come back to bed?”

You shook your head, wiping at your eyes.

“Okay,” Bucky said, “Is it okay if I stay here then?”

“Yeah,” you sniffled, turning the bottle in your hands. His fingers caressed over your hair and the action was so soothing that for a moment you felt yourself getting lost in the feeling before you turned your head to look into his blue eyes.

“Do you think that—“ you paused for a moment, “Do you think we could have a happy ending?”

“A happy ending?” he repeated, confusion flashing over his features and you licked your lips.

“Yeah, do you think….Do you think we could have that house with the red door and the big garden and the treehouse?”

A gentle smile curled his lips and he nodded.

“Yeah,” he said, “Absolutely. And if I’m remembering it correctly, I was told there would be a hammock between an apple tree and a peach tree.”

“And a dog.”

“And a dog,” he repeated, “And kids.”

You could swear your heart hurt.

“I’m going to tell you something but you’re not allowed to say it back,” you said, “Not…not yet anyway. Not right now.”

He tilted his head, “Okay. What is it?”

“…I think I’m in love with you,” you admitted, your heart beating like crazy as you wiped your eyes again. A light crossed his eyes but you couldn’t even decipher what it was, instead you reached out to hold his hand, leaning your head back again.

“Why am I not allowed to say it back?” he asked and a painful smile pulled at your lips.

“Just because,” you said, “And I’m—I’m sorry.”

“For what?” he asked and you opened your mouth, then the fear crashed down on you so you just shrugged your shoulders.

“Can we stay like this for tonight?”

He thought for a moment, then leaned in to press a kiss on your temple.

“Of course darling,” he said, “If that’s what you want, let’s stay like this.”

                                              ***

The next morning, you woke up with a clear decision in mind.

You had to tell Bucky and you had to get him out of the country before the General could lay a hand on him. You even had a speech in mind, but in the morning Bucky had an appointment with his psychiatrist so he had left early. You didn’t have much time anyway, you had to go to the base as well but it didn’t mean you were as calm as you would like to be.

You had to make sure not to make the General suspicious of you until Bucky was out but unfortunately, you hadn’t thought about your best friends.

Keith took one look at you when he saw you, then checked whether anyone was watching you before he placed his coffee cup on the desk and grabbed your wrist to pull you into the hallway.

“What happened?”

You crossed your arms and shrugged. “What? What are you talking about?”

“Something happened,” he said, “Tell me and I’ll help you fix it.”

“Keith-“

“Y/N, I know you better than you think I do,” he said through his teeth, “Is your cover blown? Is Barnes suspicious of something?”

You clenched your jaw, then shook your head.

“Then what is it?” he said, “Chloe says the mission will be over soon and you’ll probably become a handler, I thought you’d be—“

“That’s the problem,” you interrupted him, “The mission will be over soon.”

Keith shrugged, “Okay. So? Isn’t that what you wanted?”

“Apparently not.”

He pulled his brows together, “What is that supposed to mean?”

“Maybe Bucky doesn’t deserve to be dragged here and have shit pinned on him. Again.”

He stared at you for a couple of seconds before a look of realization crossed his eyes and he ran a hand over his face.

“You’re not serious.”

“Keith—“

“That guy’s dick game can’t be that good. If you’re willing to put your life in danger just because he’s good at sex, I promise you there are a bunch of people who can fu—“

“It’s not because of that.”

“Oh it’s not? Then what is this about?”

“It’s not about anything, I’m just saying he doesn’t deserve it.”

“Y/N, if the General finds out you’ve gone soft—“

“I haven’t gone soft!”

“You know what happens to the spies who fall for their targets,” he whispered through his teeth, “No matter how much you want to—to put this behind you, to run away with him—“

“I’m not naïve,” you spat, “I know I’d never be able to run away. This is not a fairytale, I’m not going to walk off into the sunset with Bucky. He will never forgive me or want to be with me once he learns who I am.”

“Then?”

“It doesn’t mean he deserves this,” you said, “He tries to help people, and we will make people see him as dangerous.”

He shook his head, heaving a sigh.

“He’s a good person, Keith,” you said, “Unlike you and me, he’s a good person.”

“Y/N?”

You turned your head when you heard the General’s assistant calling out your name.

“Yes?”

“He’s ready for you.”

“Thanks,” you said and took a step but Keith grabbed you by the arm.

“Don’t tell him anything,” he whispered, “We’ll—we’ll figure something out, okay? Trust me, just don’t tell the General anything.”

You bit inside your cheek and nodded.

“We can talk about it later,” you said and walked to the General’s office. He was waiting for you behind his desk and looked up from the file when he heard you come in.

“Y/N,” he said, “Hello.”

“Sir,” you greeted him and sat down on the edge of the seat. “Hello.”

“I’ve been looking over your file,” he said, a small smile appearing on his lips, “And I gotta tell you, it’s….it’s very impressive.”

“Thank you sir.”

“Of all the missions we’ve put you on…” he said, “You haven’t failed. Ever.”

You felt like throwing up, but managed to smile back.

“You’ve taught me well.”

He let out a chuckle. “I’d like to take all the credit, but you and I both know it wasn’t just me, Y/N. You have a talent.”

Talent for killing and using people.

“Your father would be proud of you.”

Your eyes snapped up to his, that familiar ache at your heart making you sit up straighter.

“Growing up without him was very difficult for you,” he said, “I know that. I tried to help as much as I could and trust me, you’re like a daughter to me but I also know that deep down you waited for him to come back. Always.”

You rolled your shoulders back, trying to keep your head high.

“I’m not waiting for him to come back.”

“Y/N.”

“I’m not. He left me.”

He heaved a sigh and leaned in, his eyes locked into yours.

“I’m sorry you have to find out this way but your father didn’t leave you,” he said, making you frown. “The Winter Soldier killed him.”

Chapter 21

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

[bwoahtastic]

Hi this scene has been living rent free in my head so now its yours too k thanks

“Papa…” Noah’s little voice caught Daniel’s attention as he made a post workout shake, and instantly he scooped the little one up in his arms, settling him on the kitchen counter beside him and handing him a strawberry to nibble on. “What’s up little pup?” Noah held the strawberry in his little hand a moment, thinking for a long moment and Daniel knew he wasn’t himself, especially when he looked up at him with a trembling lip and wide eyes shiny with tears. “Hey, hey,” Daniel soothed, taking Noah back in his arms and cuddling him close, noticing the little pup didn’t snuggle into him as he usually would if he was upset. “You wanna tell me what’s made you sad?” Daniel asked, running a hand through his hair.

“Meymey is having the tiny puppups soon,” Noah said sadly, bottom lip still wobbling away as she spoke. “And they’re your babies, and I don’t want you to not be my Papa anymore!” Daniel sighed deep and let Noah cry in his arms a moment before explaining. He was five, and was having a lot of emotions for someone of his size as Max’s pregnancy progressed and it wasn’t long until his and Daniel’s twins would be born. Sure, Sophie had come along two years ago and Noah was the perfect big brother, but this was different. Whilst Daniel considered Noah and Sophie his babies anyways, the truth is he wasn’t their biological father. Of course, he loved all four of them no differently and no matter what happened, but it was making Noah nervous as the days approached. “Noah honey, look at me,” Daniel asked gently, waiting until Noah met his eyes before continuing. “I promise you I will always be your Papa, okay? No matter what happens, whether Meymey and I have more babies or not, when you grow up and have a family of your own, you will always be my baby Noah and I will always be your Papa, okay? Sophie and you are my babies, just like the tiny puppups.” Noah nodded a little bit but kept pouting. “Do me and Sophie still get to live here? Grandpapa used to tell Meymey if I was naughty we’d have to go away so he could have a better baby.” Honestly, when Daniel met this Grandpapa he was planning to tear him limb from limb. “Of course not,” he promised Noah. “You and Sophie and Meymey and tiny puppups can live here forever and ever.” “Forever and ever,” Noah murmured back, finally nibbling on the strawberry slightly. Daniel placed him back on the counter to carry on cutting up fruits, handing Noah a few more strawberries and raspberries as he went and adding a few more to make Noah a little shake of his own. “Can I still call you Papa?” Noah asked after a long moment, lips now stained red by berry juice which had dripped onto his shirt too. “Do you want to still call me Papa?” “Yes! Because you are my Papa too, but you are Papa to tiny puppups more, right?” “No sweetie, I’m Papa to you all,” Daniel reassured him, mopping at his chin with a paper towel as Noah continued messily eating berries with a little grin. “How about I make you a little shake too, but with ice cream and berries?” “Please!” Noah smiled happily, eyes no longer sad but excited at the prospect of day time ice cream. “Okay little pup,” Daniel giggled, pressing a kiss to Noah’s head as he continued working. “But you promise me not to tell Meymey or Sophie, okay? Cause Meymey will want ice cream again.” “Promise!” Noah said sternly, trying to cross his little fingers over one another to make a promise signal to Daniel. “Love you little pup,” Daniel promised, fetching the ice cream from the freezer and smearing a little spot onto the end of Noah’s nose. “Oh its cold!” Noah squealed, and Daniel hadn’t heard such a sweet sound, finally setting him on the ground with his milkshake and a straw, wondering what he had ever done to deserve such a sweet family in his life.

#submission #TAKE YOU ANON OMG #this is amazing!! #little Noah being so worried and dan loving his kid so fucking much! #and the gentle cuddled ejdjejd #and noah calling the twins puppups NNGG #amazing #he really would be frightened but Dan loves his kids so much! #and the littlr milkshake znd the fruit aaahhhh #noah just wantd to be like papa #THANK YOU A MILLION TIMES OMG