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squoxle · 8 months

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ᰔᩚੈ♡˳𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐰/ 𝐄𝐧𝐡𝐲𝐩𝐞𝐧 ~ 𝐎𝐓𝟕 𝐟𝐟

*𝑫𝒓𝒂𝒃𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒘/ 𝑬𝒏𝒉𝒚𝒑𝒆𝒏. 𝑩𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒇𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒅.*

✩✩𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘹𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘴：ⓌⒶⓇⓃⒾⓃⒼ

<<𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠/𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲/𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐬, 𝐭𝐢𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲, 𝐭𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥, 𝐩𝐞𝐭 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬, 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟, 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 — 𝐝𝐰 𝐍𝐢𝐤𝐢 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐟𝐰 :)

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☆𝐺𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒： 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞/𝐄𝐧𝐡𝐚 𝐒𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐬

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☆𝑆𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦：𝐄𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐄𝐧𝐡𝐲𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐬.

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🍜희승~Heeseung:wc=373

“Good morning, babe,” Heeseung said as he placed a kiss on your forehead.

Heeseung always loved waking you up like the precious little baby you are. The only time he wasn’t cuddling you is when you...well you know.

You woke up nestled in Heeseung’s bare chest. The two of you fell asleep on the couch binging a new anime together.

You and Heeseung made a deal before you started dating that if you watched anime with him that he’ll watch whatever show you want. No matter how much he hates it.

“G’morning, Hee,” you smiled. “Well it’s kinda late for breakfast now…unless.” “Unless what?” “We could always go to IHOP?”

Heeseung isn’t much of an expert when it comes down to cooking. So if you don’t do it, he typically orders take out.

“Hehe sure,” you said as Heeseung got up to look for his keys. “Don’t worry about getting all dressed up either. You look so sexy in my shirt,” he smiled before kissing your lips. “Then again, you always look sexy to me.”

You blushed so hard every time he praised you like this which made you even cuter.

“And you were making those cute little noise that I like when you were asleep.” You often catch Heeseung staring at you with his doe eyes. He says that when he looks at you he's reminded of just how lucky he is to have you in his life.

After about 10 minutes of an unsucessful search for his car keys, Heeseung plopped right back on the couch next to you. "Well, I guess we're having ramen for breakfast," he shrugged. "I'm not really hungry right now anyway." "What do you want to do now then?" he asked. You just gave him the look and he already knew what you wanted.

Heeseung climbed on top of your half dressed body as he began kissing your lips, neck, and chest. As he was doing that he slid your panties down and started to stimulate your clit. This caused you to moan a little, especially when he’d bite your lip.

You actually hid the keys under the couch as soon as he left the living room because you weren't in the mood for breakfast anymore.

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🥞제이~Jay:wc=362

You and Jay were out late last night at a business event with some of his collegues and his parents. You and him have been dating for about 5 months now and he finally introduced you to his parents. Immediately the fell in love with you. His mom wouldn't stop calling you her soon to be-daughter-in-law, which made you feel really good after being so nervous about this moment.

You were both too tired to change your clothes so you fell asleep in your underclothes. Though this attire would typically ignite your sexual desires, this would have to wait for another time.

You woke up close to noon from the scent of breakfast. Jay loved surprising you with breakfast in bed. Usually, you would play along and wait for him in bed, but today you wanted to surprise him.

You quickly covered up with a sheer robe before tip-toeing into the kitchen.

Jay was busy flipping pancakes on the stove when you wrapped your arms around him from behind. "Good morning, Mrs. Park," he teased looking over his shoulder. "I was trying to surprise you with breakfast in bed." "I know. That's why I came to surprise you." Jay scooped two spoons of batter into the pan and turned around to face you.

"Oh! I wonder what's under here," he smirked noticing your royal blue lingerie showing through the sheer covering. You giggled as he slid the cloth down before placing a kiss on your bare shoulder. He then moved to your breasts, meeting your eyes every so often as you ran your fingers through his hair while he he kissed and sucked on your plush skin. He contiued down to his knees, lifting one of your legs over his shoulder as he slid your panties to the side and began to lick your clit.

"Shit!" Jay shouted as the scent of burnt pancakes filled his nose. "Sorry, babe," you apologized as he ran the now smoking pan over to the sink. "It's okay. We have enough pancakes anyways," he chuckled. "How about we eat breakfast first and then we can continue from where we left off," he smirked. "That sounds perfect."

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🍩제이크~Jake:wc=334

It was a beautiful Saturday morning, and for the first time-probably ever-you and Jake were up very early.

"Morning, Sunshine," Jake groaned as he pulled your half sleeping body closer to his. You loved the way that he was always so much warmer than you were, which made cuddling even better.

On any other day, hearing Jake's groggy voice and him pulling you in for cuddles would've sent you right back to sleep, but today was different.

"No way," Jake said as he looked at the digital clock on the desk. "What is it Jake?" "It's 6am." "Okay...?"

"Don't you know what that means?" "That it's too early to be up and we should just go back to sleep?"

"No silly. Nova's Donuts is open," he smiled. "No way." "That's what I said," he giggled.

Jake has been dying to try this donut shop that just opened up a few miles away, but the two of you could never catch them during their open hours. You were either asleep or busy with tasks that you couldn't ignore.

The two of you lept out of bed and dashed to your shared bathroom. " cant believe this," you said, brushing your teeth. "I know right. This is so lucky;" Jake smiled, ruffling his hair. "You know what?" He continued. "What?" "We should go in our pjs," he giggled. "Oh my god! We so should," you cheered as he hugged you from behind.

"Ahh-" Jake reached under your shirt and cupped your tits, one in each hand. "You'll have to cover these up though. They're a bit distracting," he said before kissing you on the cheek.

"Oh, and I'm free for the rest of the day. So, we can cuddle some more when we get back home," Jake said, standing in the doorway. "Only cuddles?" you whined. "Yea, unless there's something else you want." You turned to face Jake and started to brush your tongue. "Hehe, yea we can do that too," he smirked before leaving the bathroom.

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☕️성훈~Sunghoon:wc=463

You and Sunghoon were supposed to have dinner together last night, but after he texted you that he’d be working overtime you knew that you’d have to reschedule. You still wanted to at least see him when he came home so you waited up for him. You watched as the clock changed from 10 to 12 and there was still no sign of him.

When he finally came home around 1:15am you were half asleep. “Sunghoon,” you mumbled. “Didn’t I tell you not to wait up for me?” “But I wanted to see you,” you whined from the couch. “Hmm I know Princess,” he said as he walked over to kiss your forehead. “But you need your rest. And I’d rather come home to see you sleeping peacefully in bed than you shivering on this couch,” he said before scooping you up into his arms.

“Sorry,” you whispered softly. “It’s okay. I should’ve expected this from you,” he continued before laying you down on the bed. Sunghoon pulled the covers over you. “I have to go in early tomorrow too,” he sighed. “But it’s Saturday,” you whined. “I know, but they need me. Sorry we had to cancel our date. Maybe we can try again next weekend,” he said before kissing you gently on the lips. “I promise I’ll make it up to you. Goodnight Princess,” he said before leaving to take a shower.

You woke up as Sunghoon left the room. You knew he was going to brew coffee because that’s what he always did. However, this time he didn’t come back to start getting dressed.

You climbed out of bed to go and check on him. If they needed him like he said they did you didn’t want him to be late. “Sunghoon?” You called as you walked to the kitchen. But you were soon overwhelmed with a sweet aroma.

“Good morning Princess,” he smiled as he stirred a spoon of sugar into a second cup of coffee. “Sunghoon, you don’t have time for muffins today. You have to go to work remember?” This was odd. Sunghoon was always punctual. He’d never been late a day in his life, unless of course circumstances prevented him from doing so.

“It’s Saturday babe. I can worry about work on Monday. I said I’ll make it up to you and that’s what I’m gonna do.” “But Sunghoon…” “But nothing. Work can wait. I want to enjoy my morning with my beautiful girl,” he said, wrapping his hands around your waist before kissing your lips. “I love you,” he smiled. “I love you too,” you smiled back.

“Now let’s enjoy our breakfast. And later we can go out for dinner. I’ve already made reservations.” “What do we do in the meantime?” “Whatever my princess wants.”

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🍨선우~Sunoo:wc=420

You fell asleep last night while Sunoo was giving you a massage. He had been wanting to do it for a while, but you never let him until now.

You woke up still topless and Sunoo was laying silently right next to you. He always looked so cute with his messy bed hair. You stroked you hand through his hair, moving strands out of his eyes.

“Good morning baby,” Sunoo groaned as he slowly opened his sleepy eyes. “How’d you sleep?” He asked. “Good.” “Only good?” “Yea, why?” “Well, you fell asleep a few minutes after I put my hands on you,” he said as he pulled the covers off exposed your bare shoulders and chest. “Then you started moaning and calling out my name.”

You immediately blushed and pulled the covers over your face. “Hehe what were you dreaming about baby?” “Arghh Nothing! I don’t even remember.” “Sure you don’t,” he teased before pulling the covers off your face. “I wanna see my pretty baby’s face,” he giggled. “Nooooo,” you groaned before rolling over.

“Hehe. I was only teasing. You didn’t make a peep,” he smiled. “Sunoooo,” you yelled, smacking him with a pillow. “Ow!” He giggled, but you didn’t stop. “Fine *laughs* you want a pillow fight? You got one,” he said as the two of you took turns hitting each other.

The pillow fight intensified up until the point where Sunoo lost his balance and fell off the bed. “SUNOO!! Are you okay?” “Ugh yea,” he mumbled rubbing his head. “I know what’ll make you feel better,” you said before throwing on a shirt and running to the kitchen.

You quickly made Sunoo a mint chocolate chip sundae with whipped cream and sprinkles.

“Here ya go,” you smiled. “Awww thank you, baby,” he said as you handed him the bowl. “But where’s yours?” He pouted. “I just made one for you.” “Uh uh. That’s not how this works,” he said before walking out of the room. “Wait! Sunoo! What are you doing?” “I’m not eating alone.” “It’s okay Sunoo. Really.” “Nope. I’m already making it.”

Sunoo placed the ice cream sundae in front of you. “Now eat,” he said as he sat patiently waiting for you to pick up the spoon. “Okay, here. Let me help you,” Sunoo scooped up a mountain of ice cream. “Say ahhh,” he said as you opened your mouth on command. “Good girl,” he smiled. “Now let’s go enjoy our sundae’s together,” he continued before coming to kiss you on the cheek.

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🍳정원~Jungwon:wc=462

You joined Jungwon on one of his early morning jogs. He usually left by himself, but recently you started to join him.

“We’re almost home. Just a few more blocks,” he huffed encouraging you. The two of you continued your run until you finally made it home. "Great job today, babe," Jungwon smiled. "Hehe. Thanks," you smiled back. "Okay, so do you wanna eat first or shower first?" "Umm, what do you think?" you asked him. "I'd usually shower first," he said. "You can go first if you want," you suggested. "No that's okay. I can wait. You go first."

You gathered your clothes together and headed to the bathroom. You were almost done with your shower when you realized you forgot a towel. "Wonnie!" you yelled from the bathroom. "What?" "I forgot to grab a towel. Can you get one for me?" "Sure babe. Just hold on," he said before getting up to grab you a few towels. He wasn't sure if you washed your hair or not so he just made sure to bring enough towels for whatever you might need.

"Hey babe I got your--" Jungwon stopped mid-sentence as he walked in to see your wet body covered in suds. "UH! Sorry, I forgot to knock," he stuttered. "It's okay," you chuckled nervously. "But since you're in here already you might as well take your shower," you continued. "Hehe, yea. Just let me go and grab my clothes real quick. That should give you enough time to get dressed," he said before closing the door behind him.

Just as Jungwon said, he waited for you to finish up before going to take his shower. It was long after you left when he stepped in and took care of himself. "How was your shower?" you asked with a smirk. "It was nice," he chuckled nervously. "I'll get started on our breakfast. You can help if you want." "Okay," you said before getting out all of the ingredients needed to make an omelet.

You tried reaching for the mixing bowl on one of the higher shelves, but couldn't reach it. "Wonnie, can you help me get this bowl down?" you asked. "Oh, yeah sure," he replied before extending his arm over your head to get the bowl. You didn't know what had gotten into you, but all of a sudden you were no longer in the mood for breakfast.

He felt the way you brushed your ass up against him when he reached over you. "Ah ah. Let's at least eat first. We can deal with that later," he giggled as he patted your head. "But--" "Nope. Food first. You're not gonna collapse on me." "But--" Jungwon cut you off with a kiss. "Hopefully that'll hold you for a little while."

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🧇니키~Niki:wc=474

You and Niki had stayed up late having a horror movie marathon. This was actually a routine of yours. Every Friday night the two of you would stay up super late watching way too many movies to remember details. This weekend Niki chose to binge the Insidious films, but you didn’t expect to be so exhausted.

You stayed up for the first one, but fell asleep on the second one. The last thing you remember is the “row your boat” scene.

*CRASH* a loud bang woke you from your sleep. You don’t know how long you had been asleep or what time it was, but when you looked around to see that it was still dark you knew it was nowhere close to morning.

“Niki?” You called out. Though you fell asleep in your shared bed, when you woke up he was gone.

“Niki?” *pat pat pat* the sound of running footsteps echoed down the hall. “Niki? Is that you?” There was no reply. *CREEEK* you heard the sound of the floor boards creaking followed by another loud thud.

“Niki! Stop messing around! This isn’t funny!” You shouted. You assumed it was just Niki trying to scare you so you started to climb out of bed. “Alright Niki. I’ve had enough of this. Let’s just go back to bed. It’s too damn early for this goofy shit.” You muttered as you walked towards the door.

*AHHHHHH* a gut wrenching scream followed by a cloaked figure ran down the hallway toward the door.

Niki or no Niki, you were scared as hell now. You slammed the door and ran back into your bed.

Whatever was on the other side kept pulling and twisting the knob and banging on the door. More terrifying screaming followed before everything went completely silent. “Niki?” You called out one last time.

The door swung open and the figure pounced on top of you. You started screaming and kicking, but it was of no use as the figure had you pinned down.

“Ha! I got u punk.” You looked up to see Niki smiling down at you. “Niki! What the hell! You scared the fuck out of me!” “Haha I know right,” he laughed. “Wait did you hear that?” He whispered as his eyes darted back and forth. “Hear what?” “BLAHHH!” He shouted in your face. “Ugh, Niki your such a dick.” You scoffed before pushing him off of you.

“Hehe do you want some waffles?” “Waffles?” “Yea I’m hungry.” “Are you kidding me?” “Uhhh…no. I’m hungry and I want waffles. So I’m asking if you want any…duhhh” “Duhhh,” you mocked him. “Do you want some or not?” He chuckled. “Yea I want some.” You chuckled back. “Extra whip?” “Yea.” “Alright. I’ll go get it and be right back, okay?” “Okay,” you smiled before he placed a kiss on your forehead.

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wildemaven · 10 months

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bloom : one | joel miller

→ pairing: no outbreak joel miller x f!reader

→ WC: 2494

→ warnings: meet cute vibes, reader is single mom, small injury at work, Joel to the rescue using nontraditional techniques to help (I don't want to give it away), daughter is a teen and bleeds sarcasm, fluff and more fluff, mention of divorce and adoption.

→ a/n: some of you are probably like “wait, what is happening?!” i started this series on another account that i was using to take a break from this one. I had plans to finish this series out over there and then just abandon the account and move back here. but i love this series and want it to live here with my other work. so, im getting things set up so i can post part two later this week and move back to this account for good. also, this is series is a TLOU AU, so I've fudged all timelines and relationships to make it work for me. Ihope you like it, am very nervous to share it with you all.

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You’re staring.

It would feel less awkward if it were somewhere else, anywhere but where you are right now. Like sitting a table away at a packed restaurant, enough people crowded around to lessen your obvious ogling of a handsome stranger, eyes locked on his profile as you hide behind the empty glass you’re pretending to sip from. The crossing of paths in a grocery store would also feel less awkward, a quick glance back over your shoulder after your carts squeeze through the nearly claustrophobic aisle, your gaze on him as he stares at the shelves filled with sugary snacks— he most definitely would have a wicked sweet tooth you think.

Unfortunately for you, or fortunately depending on how you look at it, it’s just you and him, alone in the store front of the floral shop— your floral shop.

He’d walked by the front window, stopping instantly to read the shop’s name in gold letters above the entrance, then hands cupped over his eyes and face pressed close to the glass contemplating the shop’s worthiness of his time.

It’s a corner spot, sitting at the crossroads of two of the town’s busiest shopping streets— prime location. Bold was a chance you took with painting the exterior black, even with the apprehension of the city council deeming it too “gothic” for the town's rather conservative appeal. The dark exterior paired with black and white striped awning over the door was the perfect balance of moody and romantic.

It was worthy enough, pushing the front door open he stepped inside, the automated bell signaling through the shop. The heaviness of his boots scuff across the wood floor a few steps, his broad body stopping in front of one of the cold displays that held an array of dramatic arrangements. His hands tucked securely into his pockets as he looks around aimlessly, it’s evident this isn’t a regular occurrence for him.

“Welcome to Wilder Floral. Is there anything I can help you with today?” You greet him from your workbench.

Your hands busily work to trim the ends and dethorn the stems of a bundle of antique mauve roses, one of your best sellers, then trimming off the lower leaves before placing them in a bucket of water.

“Not really sure at the moment. Just browsin’ for now.” His deep voice sounds through the small space, the raspy tone sending a tingle down your spine.

“Okay. Well, if you have any questions don’t hesitate to ask.” He nods to you, catching the way his gaze doesn’t immediately break from you, he gives you a half smile then continues to look over everything again.

You’re staring.

Your mind is filled with thoughts of only this handsome stranger, quietly watching him over the now full bucket of cleaned roses.

You note the way his hip cocks out to the side as he stands with his large hands secure against his small waist. His eyebrows pinch together briefly, a look of deep thought painted over his face accentuating the little crinkles around his eyes. After a moment, his beautiful face relaxes into a calmer expression.

You can make out every muscle that runs the length of his arms, the weight of the arrangement he’s now holding provoking the defined musculature. His arms lifting and turning the vase with ease, examining every detail of the floral design you created.

You’re still staring. You can’t help it though. Actually, you can, but your brain convinces you that you are just admiring, so that makes it more than okay— right?

“You know, if you take a picture it lasts longer!” A hushed voice pops up from behind you.

“Ouch!! God dammit, Ellie! Why do you do that?!” You yelp, tossing the rose stem you were holding onto the table.

“It’s too easy! You were lost in la la land over some grumpy guy looking at flowers. I saw an opportunity, so I took it.” She laughs, pushing your buttons brings her a weird satisfaction.

There’s a throbbing pain coming from your hand. Looking down you see part of a thorn had broken off and was now embedded deep into the pad of your finger— a rookie mistake at this point in your career. You wrap your other hand around the base of your fingers, hoping some pressure will elevate the pain.

“I’m glad you enjoyed this. Can you just go grab the first aid kit in the back, please!”

“Yeah, yeah. Try not to fall for him too hard while I’m gone— don’t think you have enough bandages to fix that mess.” She sulks away into the back room.

“Shit!” You hiss, the pain getting more intense and now radiating through your entire finger.

“You okay ma’am?” The handsome customer asks you, stealthy in his approach to where you’re standing, still clutching your hand.

He places the floral arrangement he was holding down on your work table, his feet still moving in an urgent manner until he is standing in front of you.

“Yeah— actually, no… The thorn broke off and it’s in there real good. It hurts and I’m trying really hard to not be a baby about it. Someone’s getting a first aid kit out of the back for me.” You hold your pained finger up to him.

“Do you want me to take a look at it?” His hands slowly reach out, your lips parted and ready to speak but words fail you, only managing to nod a response.

Your mind briefly wonders what Ellie is up to, but the thought vanishes instantly once his hands wrap around your wrist and he brings your injured finger closer to his face.

“My name is Joel.” He looks over to you, heat pricks over your cheeks as he holds your gaze. It’s a cosmic thing, his touch activating warmth you’ve longed for. A corner of his mouth lifts, you can’t help but fixate on the dimple that forms resulting in a barrage of flutters erupting in your chest.

“Hi Joel.” Giving him yours in return, his smile growing louder as he repeats it back to you softly, like he couldn’t wait to say it out loud.

He refocuses back on your injury. A pinched expression, similar to the one he wore earlier, is even more adorable up close— zeroing in on the small wound that was tormenting you.

Joel’s movements are dizzying, an unbridled enthusiasm that elicits a sudden burst of desire you hadn’t experienced in ages, but he senses you trust him at your willingness to let him take control of the situation. Bringing your finger to his mouth, he wraps his pillowy lips around the tip of your finger and sucks with a gentle pressure. You watch him unabashedly, completely mesmerized by the way he jumped into action, how his cheeks draw in from the suction.

Your eyes lock when he looks up from your hand, sensing your eyes already on him, his thumbs drawing circles over your wrist, soothing over your racing pulse, as he continues to suck at the fleshy pad of your finger. It feels nearly overwhelming, the fierceness of his warm brown eyes has an inebriating feeling blooming inside you.

A gasp shoots through your throat at the feeling of his tongue slightly flicks over the part of your finger that is in his mouth, pressing the back of your other hand against your lips, embarrassed by your reaction to the erogenous sensation.

The whole thing is over as quickly as it began. Joel is pulling your finger from his lips, his grip still holding on to your wrist as he lowers your arm down to your side. You watch as the tip of his tongue breaches his lips, his pointer finger and thumb picking at the small little thorn that was once lodged into your skin, now resting on his tongue. He rubs his lips together almost nervously, the weight of the whole situation kind of sinking in.

“Got it!” He rasps, holding the annoying culprit up between his fingers.

“How did you know that would work? I usually have to dig those out with tweezers. That was— wow, thank you.”

“I get splinters regularly— I’m a carpenter. Sometimes when I’m out on the job, gotta use what you have. I hope I didn’t make you feel uncomfortable, just knew it needed to come out— the last thing you want is an infected finger.” He rubs nervously at the back of his neck, hoping he didn’t over step in anyway.

“No! Not uncomfortable in the slightest!! Thank you, seriously. Rose thorns can cause a mean infection too. I appreciate it—“

“I leave for two minutes and you’ve already moved onto second base with the guy?!” Ellie announces her reemergence, holding the first aid kit in her hands and a grossed out look on her face.

“Ellie!” Your body runs cold, completely mortified, ready to crawl into the nearest hole.

“He had your finger in his mouth— probably more like rounding to third if I’m being honest.”

You grab the kit from her hands, setting it on the counter, turning to see Joel still rooted in the same spot with his hands tucked into his front pockets and a tinge of red across his cheeks.

“I’m so sorry! Sometimes I think my daughter forgets she has a filter and that she can actively choose to use it before she speaks.” You try to make sure he isn’t the one who feels uncomfortable now.

“Adopted daughter, actually.” You roll your eyes at her need for technicalities. Adopted, yes, but daughter nonetheless. “Also, in case you were wondering, cause I’m sure you are, she’s single.”

“Ellie!” You look back at her with a sternness in your voice, eyes blown wide in hopes she picks up that she can stop at any point in time. Turning back to Joel, you mouth an ‘I’m sorry’, your shoulders dropping in defeat.

There’s an awkward silence that settles over the three of you. Joel looks like he doesn’t really seem to know how to diffuse the awkwardness at hand, Ellie has a shit eating grin she wears proudly when she knows she’s embarrassed you just enough, and you simply would like to evaporate into thin air.

“So, this is the part where you give your relationship status to her— makes this whole ‘her finger in your mouth’ thing feel a little less weird for all of us.” She has a point. You had been wondering that very thing, but how were you supposed to bring it up when he’s sucking a thorn out of your finger with his gorgeous mouth.

“Single— very much single.” He laughs at how forward she is, knowing she’s just looking out for you. “I do have a daughter, probably about your age too.”

“What, your wife die or something?” Ellie asks with zero hesitation.

“No. Just an ole fashion divorce. Anythin’ else you wanna to know?” He looks to Ellie, ready for whatever comes next.

She studies Joel for a beat, “Nope, that’s all.”

You release the breath you hadn’t realized you were holding, grateful to what ever greater power decided to switch Ellie’s filter back on.

Ellie turns to head to the back room, where she had previously been working on her homework, but turns on her heels in the process to look back at Joel and you.

“One last thing, she needs to be wined and dined before you even think about kissing her.” Then she's gone before you can say anything else.

The awkwardness creeps back into the room, you’re not really sure how to come back from all of that. You open the first aid box, rifling through the contents for a cleaning pad and small bandage.

“She seems like a fun kid.” Joel decides to take the lead, watching you swipe the alcohol pad over your finger.

“She is— she definitely keeps me on my toes at all times. But, she’s got a big heart under all her sarcasm.” You tell him. You grab for the bandage, but Joel beats you to it, snagging it off the table and ripping it open before you get the chance.

You hold your finger out in front of you, ready for him to wrap it up properly for you, but instead of sticking gauze, your wounded finger is met with his plush lips for a few seconds.

“Obviously, a kiss to make it better.” He smiles again and you melt, biting at your lower lip as he wraps the dressing around your finger.

“Thank you, Joel.”

“Speaking of daughters— mine is the reason I came here in the first place. I was wanting to get this arrangement for her. She passed a test she’d been stressin’ about. Thought I’d get her a little something to celebrate her.” Joel points to the flowers on the cash stand that he had been holding earlier, grabbing his wallet out of his back pocket and pulling out his credit card ready to pay.

“They’re on the house today.” You tell him as you walk up to your computer, imputing the information to zero out the sale.

“No— no, I can’t let you do that. Lemme pay for them please. Least I can do for all your time and talent you put in.” Holding his card out to you, insisting he pay in full.

“You practically saved my life,” A slight exaggeration, but he laughs anyway. “How about you come here for all your flowers in the future, instead of my competitors, and we’ll call it even.”

“I can do that. I might just have a need for flowers soon then, I’m sure I can find an excuse to come back for more— you think you can handle that?”

“Yeah— I can handle that.” Handing him the vase of flowers, hoping he does find an excuse to come back and tell you how much his daughter enjoyed them.

Joel walks a few feet in the direction of the door then stops, turning back to see you’re already busily back to work with a handful of flowers. He says your name, falling from his lips like sweet honey, and you don’t think you could ever get tired of him saying it the way he does. “I’ll be seein’ you around. Try to be safe until then, m’kay?”

“See you around Joel. I’ll keep the injuries to a minimum until then.”

“I’d prefer no injuries at all, actually.”

“I’ll do my best.”

You exchange goodbyes, watching him cross the street and get settled into his truck from the store front window. You’re not sure why you miss him, having only just met, but there’s a longing that’s started to burn inside your heart.

Joel’s truck merges onto the road, he takes one last glance in your direction, his hand thrown out the window waving at you as he drives off, planning his next visit so he can see you again.

#joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller x f!reader #joel miller x female reader #bloom series #no outbreak!joel miller #tlou au #pedrostories

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icypenguin · 27 days

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★~ Pirate!kaeya headcanons

HEY EVERYONEE i know i haven’t post much huehue but ihope you’ll like this one! i’ve decided to make other character since i realised the characters i’ve made fanfics for are the same T-T but anyway i hope you like the idea of thsi one so please enjoyyyy!

notes! the reader’s and kaeya relationship here will be seen as romantic and reader is supposedly female.

- we all know he’s a flirty type, he won’t be that strict nor relaxed. like if he gets a mission then it becomes his priority but it’s not like he’s desperate to get whatever reward he will get. besides, isn’t his top priority you?

- i can sense that he looooves treasures, to be specific.. moras. He will buy his darling anything they want. literally spoiling them with gold, diamonds, whatever you want!

- i feel like he would atleast have 3 piercings… im thinking on ears, eyebrows, and tongue. what do we think about lips though hmmmuehehehehe

- no cuz you guys be holding hands anytime anywhere. PDA are no problem for him like you could possibly makeout with him in the center of the ship and noone will mind???

- okay but when i said he likes treasures- his favourite and most cherished is you. he will be super protective of you when there’s enemies around. it’s not like he doesn’t trust your fighting skills- he just doesn’t want his treasure to be dirty by a fool’s hand.

- he’s so often seen with you on the helm, helping you learn how to steer the wheel. he’s got his hand on your waist and the other guiding your hand to spin the wheel.

- pet names: treasure, darling, love, birdie, doll, pretty, gorgeous.

~small drabble~

the sea was filled with soft waves, the sky was in a yellow hue, the sun was setting down, and the wind was flowing through your hair. your beloved boyfriend was steering the wheel, making sure the path was right and there were no rocks ahead. “love..” you walked to him, admiring his focus gaze upon the ocean. “well, well, well, if it isn’t my darling who’s here for her boyfriend…”. kaeya turned around to look at you with a smirk on his face. his hand soon forgotten the wheel as it finds it way to your waist, pulling you closer to him till no space was in between. you chuckled when he kissed your cheek so lovingly. “need anything?” he asked “no.. just missing you” “can’t stand being without me for just an hour? my, my what a greedy woman..” his tone was playful and teasing. your cheeks gone to a pink shade, knowing that you really can’t stand being without him… “are you opposite on the idea?” you teased back. “oh no, ofcourse not…” he raised his other hand from the wheel to your hair and tuck it at the back of your ear.

“how’s it looking? good?” “well.. we’re supposed to be challenged by a stormy night.. but fortunately there won’t be any rocks or anything blocking our way” “ah that’s nice to hear.. i guess tight cuddles tonight?” getting a chuckle for response, your cheeks gone red at the music-like voice. “i suppose so…” he shifts for a bit, taking off his pirate hat and bringing it to your head. “care to help?” you smiled at the offer and put your hands on the steering wheel “aye aye captain!”. you span the wheel to the left, following the way on the map. soon, you had to turn right but you span it too much, leaving the ship to do a harsh turn. “whoa, easy there..” kaeya guided your hand by spinning the wheel to where it should be. “no need to rush, sweet thing. got the night for us.” he smirked while looking at you. “s-sorry.. might gone too nervous..” “oh hoho, are you nervous ‘cause i’m here?”. you blushed in embarrassment while nodding your head. “no need to be, gorgeous. it’s not like i’m challenging you” he smirked once again as your cheeks gone redder and redder. a puff was heard from you before he speaks again, “wel let’s enjoy the night, shall we?” he took your hand lead you to the bow, where you laid your head on his shoulder and watched as the dolphins went by and the stars shine.

TYSM FOR READINGGG! reblogs, likes, and follows are appreciated! advices are accepted as well! once again, thankyou and have a good dayyy!

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personwhowrites · 1 year

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Okay hear me out, platonic reader w/141 team! Reader accidentally calls Price a Karen in a briefing but no one gets it except the reader and Gaz? (Gaz is obviously gen z) Once finding out what it means, Price makes them run laps?

Keep up the amazing writing!! ♥️

Thank you so much for the support! It means a lot to me! Lots of love - E <3

“Now that you all are here finally.” Price says laying down a file. “We need to discuss your guys behavior the past couple months.”

“..Which is good or bad?” Soap asks looking at the thick folder. “It don’t look good..”

“Exactly.” Price responds making you and Gaz look over. “You all have been out of line.”

“How out of line?” You ask crossing your arms. “We all just been ourselves.”

“Starters, Ghost.” He says grabbing one paper out of the file. “He threw a rookie against the wall, because.. they complimented him..”

“Self defense.” Ghost responds from the corner of room.

“From what? Self defense on what term.” Price says shaking his head and looking over. “Ghost.”

“Love.” He hisses at Price. “I don’t want rookies near me. I told you about that yet you set me there.”

“..Okay you did warn me about it.. but uh okay what about you almost killing soap in sparring.?” Price says looking at Soap. “Seriously how are you still alive.”

“Luck..really needed.. luck..” Soap mumbles looking at his arm. Scars from the sparring. “..Jesus how I’m I still alive..”

“You only die when I tell you to Johnny.” Ghost says now walking over to the table. “I’m not the main problem here.”

“You really aren’t, but your the most dangerous one out of all us combined.” Price responds as Ghost sits next to Soap.

“I’m the dangerous one? Have you seen Y/n when she’s mad?” Ghost says shooting you a look. “She threw Gaz against a damn pole.”

“In my defense he was annoying me.” You respond quickly and look at Gaz. “Isn’t that right?”

“I wasn’t! I just asked you what’s wrong!” Gaz says shaking his head. “But I have to admit, your strong for your size.”

“Enough.” Price days grabbing multiple papers from the file. “Soap you snuck in liquor into the base multiple times. Each time you got caught.”

“…and?” Soap says confused. “I do it every weekend.”

“That’s not the problem, you snuck in multiple stuff form your home, bars and other places into the base!” Price says shaking his head. “You failed to get it inside and refused to let someone take it from you!”

“It’s my stuff!” Soap responds angrily. “No one touches my shit”

“You tell him off soap!” You say with a laugh. “Get it! Period.”

Gaz gives out a laugh and coughs as Price looks at him. You sigh as Price goes on with the behavior issues the past month. Your mind dozed off and Gaz elbows you.

“Hey.. look..” Gaz whispers pulling up his phone with a slice of bread falling over.

You give a small chuckle making Price walk over and take the phone. Gaz tries to grab it back, but price throws it against the wall.

“Hey! What the fuck price!” Gaz yells making Price shoot you and him a look. “..never mind…”

“This is what I mean about behavior issues!” Price yells setting the papers down on the table. “Jesus Christ your worse than the waitresses at IHOP.”

“Your such a Karen..” You mumble making price immediately look over at you. “Shit.”

“I’m a what?” Price says angrily, soap and ghost look over at you confused as Gaz covers his mouth holding in a laugh. “You know what.. just get out all of you.”

“Sweet!” You say getting out your seat and rushing out the briefing room.

Gaz and the other two follow. Price takes his phone out and sighs. Then he calls Laswell.

“Laswell…what’s a Karen?” Price asks confused as a chuckle is heard from the other end.

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Your playing cards with Gaz as Price storms into the room holding a paper. Slamming it in front of you and Gaz.

“I’m not a Karen.” He says making you quickly turn your head to him. “Laps now.”

You turn back to the paper and see it’s the definition of a Karen. You starts laughing as Gaz grabs the paper and stares at it.

“You printed out the definition? Instead of using your phone..” Gaz says holding in his own laugh. “Price what the f—“

“Laps. Now or I’ll make you all do it.” Price says angrily.

“Hey! What do we have to do with this.” Soap says holding a beer bottle. “Fuck.”

“That’s it! All of you laps! I don’t care that’s is raining.” Price says grabbing you and Gaz by the arm. “Now!”

You all make your way outside. Oh it wasn’t raining, it was fucking storming, wind and all. You groan and turn back to price, his face slightly red.

“Come on!” You say looking at him. “You can’t be serious.”

“Your right.” Price responds with a sigh then looks at the others.

“Thank y—“ You say before Price interrupts you.

“Y/n run their laps, plus yours.” Price says looking now at you serious. “..Now.”

You stare at him and groan, stepping out to the track. You starts running, rain, wind and leaves going into your face. Price laughs seeing you struggle against Mother Nature. You pass him and he gives you a smile.

“I’m such a Karen for this aren’t I?” Price says in a mocking tone.

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romanarose · 6 months

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No.

No outbreak!Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

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Summary: You're sick and Joel won't let you go to work.

Warnings: Being sick. Extra for talking about covid, but reader doesn't have covid.

Immersability: Reader is fem bc this is specifically written for someone. Usually in drabbles I try to make the reader gender non descript just to make them accessible to people of all genders but this is for someone. I toyed around with sick indicators like looking flushed or pale, but I just landed on describing a change in coloring. I'm sorry if that's not vague enough.

A/n: Written for @joelsgreys who I saw was sicky wicky and I just wanted to give a few short paragraphs of comfort.

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"No."

Joel stands in front of your bed, arms crossed and already dressed for the day. You had been sleeping in, or trying to. How was he not cold? You were freezing.

You try to get out of bed, but Joel walks over, gently but firmly laying you back down. "Joel! I have to go to work!"

"Like hell you do." Joel pulls the covers up over your shaking form. "You were up all night hack'n up a lung, what if you have covid?"

"I don't have covid, I checked last night."

Joel furrows his brow as he looked down at you. "What? When?"

Coughing loudly, you try to convince your husband you were fine. "I took a test around 5 when I thought *cough cough* I was gonna puke."

"Sweetheart..." He kneels down beside you, brushing hair out of your sweaty forehead. "Why didn't you wake me?"

"Because you have to work too! It made no sense for us to be miserable."

Joel sigh, pulling out his phone. "Try and look as sick and sad and possible."

You didn't have to try too hard. Your change in coloring was apparent and your face gleaned with sweat. Your nose was raw and dry and chapped from wiping it and your eyes held deep bags from no sleep. To top it all off, you frowned and pouted, eyes glistening from the sickness.

He couldn't help but chuckle as he snapped a picture. "Good, you look awful." He sent the picture to Tommy. 'You're on your own today.'

"Joooooeeeelll" You whine. "I can't stay home if it's not covid, boss won't have it!"

He snatched your phone off the bedside table and dialed your boss, letting him know that you were running a fever and puking, and he was certain he wouldn't want you spreading that sickness to others knowingly, right? Your boss conceded, Joel tone leaving no room for discussion and his implication promoting your boss to say you can stay home tomorrow too.

Your smile greeted him when he got off the phone. "I love you, you know."

"I do."

*Ding!* Went Joel's phone, loudly. Joel always had it on loud so he could hear. He didn't trust the vibration or flash and his hearing was bad enough he wanted to make sure he always got important phone calls and texts involving you, Sarah, and Tommy. It was annoying, a slight irritant and sometimes made you jump, but it was a small sacrifice for him and his peace of mind. He looked at his phone, opening the text from Tommy. 'Disgusting. *puke emoji* Both of you stay away from me. I got it here.'

Taking out the Vaseline you always kept for your dry lips, he rubs a glob on your dried up nose. "I'm gonna drop Sarah off at school, then run to CVS and get you shit. THEN I'm going to IHOP and getting a breakfast fit for a princess."

"Oh my god I'm starving."

"I know, baby." Joel kissed your gross forehead before shoving a few things in his pocket as Sarah called for him downstairs. "Try and take a nap, I'll be home in an hour and take care of yuh, alright?"

"Okay. Thank you."

"For what?" He looked genuinely confused. That was Joel, alright. Joel Miller always took care of everyone around him. He raised Tommy, he raised Sarah always putting them before any need he had for himself. When you came into his life, he did the same for you. You liked to think you returned it, that you cared for him too, but to Joel, caretaking was second nature to him. He didn't need a thank you, because that's just what he did... but you thanked him anyway. Sarah was a great kid, but she was 14, and 14 year olds are in their own world. Tommy was like a brother to you, and you knew he'd care for you too and has before, but he lived his life knowing Joel would bail him out.

You would never take Joel for granted.

"For everything you do for our family."

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Hope you feel better soon Vee! I know we don't really know each others but I know how much a lil fic can perk someone up so I hope you are least feel comforted bc your right, Joel would NEVER let you work under these conditions!

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becauseimswagman1 · 1 year

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The Beginning of Something Beautiful

A/N: This was a request. I might’ve deleted it on accident but here’s “Shuriri meeting readers daughter for the first time"

A/N#2: Not too much on my Xhosa. It's like the tinest bit but if corrections are needed, tell me nicely.

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You’ve been in a committed relationship with Shuri and Riri for about six months now and they have yet to meet your daughter, Kimani. They knew about her and have been begging you for the longest to meet her, even before you started dating, but you have some necessary anxiety about it.

The last time you let a partner meet your daughter, things crashed and burned almost immediately. Your daughter’s father was still trying to be present and they didn’t understand that you needed to have some type of relationship with him for your child. They constantly accused you of cheating and it really hurt you.

The sucky part was that they had been heavily involved in your daughter’s life so ending things with them had hurt your daughter more than it hurt you. But with endless late night talks and a ton of reassurance, you were ready for the most important people in your life to finally meet.

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“Kimani, are you dressed?” you walked up to her room and saw her spinning around in the mirror.

“Yes momma, I put my favorite dress on. You said to dress nice right?”

You smiled at her, “Mhm, that’s right my little sunshine. You’re meeting some very important people today.”

She turned to look at you, “Um, Queen Shuri and Riri?”

“Yes. They are momma’s partners. They’re really excited to meet you.”

Kimani made a pouty face and buried her face into your stomach, muffling her speech a ltitle, “What if they don’t like me? And they leave like the others did.”

You pulled her away then squatted down to her height, “What was that Kimani? Were you just doubting yourself?” She stayed quiet, but you knew the answer, “Listen, they’ll love you just like they love momma. I’ve already told them so much about you. Both of them are really interested in hearing about how you are reading at an eighth grade level as a fifth grader.”

“Oh my God?! Really?!” she jumped up and down, any doubt leaving her body, “Let’s go meet them now!”

You chuckled at her eagerness, “We’ll be leaving in a few minutes. We gotta do your hair. What style are you feeling today?”

“Umm, how about a big puff?”

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After doing her hair, you two hopped in your car and went to iHOP. It was Kimani’s favorite breakfast spot.

“Momma! Look, it’s them!” she ran up to them, barely letting them get out the car.

You chased after her since wherever she saw them was across the parking lot, “Kimani please don’t run like that! A car could’ve been coming!”

“I’m sorry momma. I was just excited.”

“Hey, nothing would’ve happened to her with the Black Panther here.” “Or IronHeart.”

Your big babies spoke up, making Kimani squeal, “I can’t believe y’all are dating my momma.”

“Well believe it Kimani.” The three of you pecked each others lips then Riri moved you out the way and picked Kimani up and hugged her, then let Shuri hug her too. You could see the love wrapped in their hugs. It warmed your heart to the fullest.

“Alright Kimani don’t give all my love away.” You chuckled at her not wanting to let Shuri go, “We have to go inside and eat.”

You tried to take Kimani from their arms but Shuri swatted your hand away, “This is my baby now. I’ve got her.”

You just chuckled at how quickly Kimani had taken to Shuri and Riri. She didn’t like to be picked up by just anybody, even as a baby. You watched the three of them walk into iHOP, silently hoping that this image would never fade.

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Ordering had been a bit of a hassle. Shuri had never been to iHOP before so she almost wanted to try everything on the menu, but she settled with a very unhealthy but filling breakfast of oreo pancakes. Riri got regular buttermilk pancakes, Kimani got waffles (and had a heated discussion on why waffles are better), and you got an omelet with a side of waffles. Everyone got coffee’s too, even Kimani after some convincing from Shuri and Riri.

You eyed your lovers, “You two are gonna be responsible for her bouncing off the walls later.”

Riri laughed, “That’s okay. We’ll have plenty of energy to put not only her to bed, but you too.” she winked at you then sipped on her coffee.

You almost choked on a piece of waffle but you regained your composure. You noticed Shuri wasn’t speaking much, but that’s because your daughter had slid her chair over to Shuri’s and was talking her head off about a book she was reading on African culture and why she thought Wakanda wasn’t in it.

It made your heart swell with joy when she roped Riri into a conversation on why her IronHeart suit is so bulky and not tactical like Shuri’s.

“But my suit has blasters, what does Shuri’s have?” “Shuri’s can regenerate!” That wasn’t her only argument, Kimani has a whole presentation mapped out, “Annnd Shuri’s have blasters too so null and void.”

Shuri quietly clapped at Kimani’s argument then looked at you, “What have you been teaching her? “Null and void”? Where’d she get that from?”

“Hey don’t look at me. She reads a lot.”

“I think she’s smart just like her momma.” Shuri complimented. You just smiled and motioned back to the small disagreement that was still going on.

“What you mean null and void? I. Can. Fly.” Riri deadpanned.

“And? The best superheroes don’t fly! Like my momma.” Kimani had added a little sass at the end of that sentence testing Riri to see if she’d really try and counter her.

Riri and Shuri nodded their heads. Shuri because someone actually got Riri speechless and Riri because she can’t argue there. You really are a superhero to everyone at that table.

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Shuri didn’t finish her pancakes, she deemed them “too large for any one person to consume in a single sitting” so she got a to-go box. As did Riri and yourself. Kimani finished her waffles. That girl love some waffles and she’s gonna finish them every time.

“Alright everyone got their food in the to-go plates?” you stood to go pay for the meal, but Shuri and Riri stopped you.

“I got it. You paid the last time we all went out together and Riri paid the time before. It is my turn I believe.”

“But Shuri, baby, I wanna treat y’all. I mean it’s only right. I come with extra baggage.”

The look Shuri held on her face was the most serious one you’d ever seen during the time of y’all’s relationship. Her face wasn’t even this serious when Riri played around in the lab.

Shuri held your hands, “Sithandwa sam, what do you mean “extra baggage”? Kimani is nothing of the sort. When you told us you had a daughter, Riri and I had a long talk. The question of “were we ready to be parents?” came up and the answer was yes. Whatever baggage you think you have, we are ready to accept it all and love you just the same.”

You almost shed a tear if not for Kimani saying something, “Momma, the white folks are starting to stare. Can we go?”

“Yeah, as soon as Shuri gets the bill.”

Shuri walked away and Riri gathered their boxes, “We love you and Kimani mamas. Don’t second guess that.”

You picked up yours and Kimani’s boxes and met Shuri at the door then walked out.

Kimani walked behind Shuri and tapped her, “Can you and Riri come back to our house and watch movies?”

Shuri bent down to her height, “Of course, but only if you ask your momma.”

Kimani quickly ran back over to you practically yelling, “Momma! Momma! Can Shuri and Riri come over?!”

You smiled, happy that Kimani was taking to them so quickly, “Yeah they can come.”

“Momma said y’all can come!!” she yelled to them across the parking lot.

Riri yelled back as Shuri got into the drivers seat, “We’ll see you there!!”

Riri got into Shuri’s car and you and Kimani got into yours. While on the way to your house all you could think about was this good feeling in your stomach. Kimani loved Shuri and Riri and they loved her right back. Everything was right.

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💝+ giving them a taste of your meal, with your own cutlery (bonus: by your own hand) from this list with hangman?❤️

reading this back i feel like i have a lot of hidden opinions about ihop i don't ever let out idk what that's about. anyways this was so cute hope u enjoy!!<3 | [wc - 0.9k] | join my prompt party!

“Can someone explain to me one more time why we’re at an IHOP of all places?” Hangman deadpanned, glancing around the kitschy foyer.

“Because I wanted pancakes and you guys will jump at an excuse to eat anything that isn’t steamed chicken,” you replied, bouncing on the balls of your feet.

“It’s international, Hangman,” Fanboy added with a teasing waggle of his eyebrows.

Hangman scoffed and opened his mouth to make a withering remark, but you laced your arm through his, effectively shutting him up. He glanced down at you, and everyone gathered around could clearly see the way his face softened when he saw your excited expression. Everyone except you, apparently.

“Yeah, okay,” he ceded. “Let’s see what all the fuss is about.”

The hostess led your group to a long table in the middle of the dining area, and everyone took their seats. There was a lot of pairing up that came naturally: Fanboy and Payback sat across from one another, Phoenix wedged in between Rooster and Bob, and you sat hip-to-hip with Hangman.

No one could really understand why you and Hangman were such good friends; it made zero sense on paper. At first glance, you seemed like precisely the kind of outgoing, altruistic asshole that he would have teased endlessly. But something between the two of you just clicked, and if you were able to keep Hangman in check more often, no one was going to argue against it.

You shimmied in your seat, excitedly flipping open the menu. “What’s everybody getting?”

“Do they have anything other than pancakes?” Hangman muttered out of the side of his mouth, turning the menu over noisily.

“It’s the house of pancakes, dude,” said Rooster. “What do you think?”

“And it’s international,” Fanboy said again, eliciting giggles from the group.

“Ooh, look, there’s milkshakes!” said Phoenix, pointing at her menu. She blinked innocently across at Hangman. “Is that more your speed?”

As the group laughed again, you leaned over so that your shoulder bumped Hangman’s. Once again, you were the only one that didn’t seem to catch the way he stiffened at the contact.

“They do have other stuff,” you murmured, pointing it out on the menu. “It’s not as good, but they do have it.”

“I just want some bacon,” he said quietly, folding his menu shut and placing it down on the table.

With company like this, waiting for your food to arrive didn’t feel too torturous. Fanboy started showing Rooster how to make a perfect spitball until Payback put a stop to it. Phoenix got Bob to recite an absurd number of bug facts to the table. You facetimed Coyote, who was stuck at his apartment with the flu, and hung up partway through his stirring rendition of Berlin’s 1986 hit, “Take My Breath Away.” Hangman impressed everybody (or maybe just you) with his ability to balance a spoon on his nose.

Under the table, you pressed your leg against his from knee to thigh. You were the only one who didn’t realize that’s what was making him so fidgety.

Finally, the waitress arrived with everyone’s food. Hangman and Payback had both gone with small, non-pancake side dishes, but everyone else had embraced the spirit of the occasion.

“When in Rome!” said Fanboy around a mouthful of pancakey goodness.

“Now that’s international,” said Bob.

Small talk came easy to a group like this. When you spend your days saving each other’s lives and nearly dying, the little things suddenly don’t seem so important. It was only natural for Payback to ask Fanboy how things were going with that guy his sister was seeing, or for Phoenix to ask Bob all about his niece’s birthday that had just come and gone.

During the dinner chatter, you nudged Hangman with your shoulder again. “How’s your bacon?”

“Not very good,” he said, grinding his teeth together. “Have a piece if you want.”

You daintily took a nibble off the end of one, pulling a face. “Ew. I guess that’s why I stick to pancakes usually.”

“How are they?” he asked, bumping his leg against yours.

You smiled, immediately cutting off a small square and ensuring it had just the right amount of butter and syrup and cream before holding it out towards him with your fork, one hand cupped underneath in case it fell. Hangman opened his mouth obediently and took the bite of pancake, chewing thoughtfully while you watched him with a close eye, waiting for his verdict.

“Hm,” he finally said. “Good. I guess that’s why it’s international, right?”

You beamed at him, and he offered you a smile in return: the small, quiet, real smile that no one else barely ever saw. If all the others watching you had the nerve, they’d have teased him about it. But that ran the risk of him changing his behavior, and that was the last thing they wanted.

Under the table, you put your hand on his leg, and he released a small exhale. Returning to his bacon, he kept his eyes trained on the table, ignoring the heated discussion Payback and Phoenix were having over the difference between ‘IHOP’ and ‘IHOB’.

And slowly, his hand found yours. Tentatively, his fingers laced themselves between your own. Gently, he squeezed your hand. Finally, he made a move.

Neither one of you spoke. Neither one of you looked at each other. He kept picking at his shitty bacon, and you kept happily eating your pancakes. But you were both smiling, and everyone at the table knew that you had finally figured it out.

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Different Kind of Love || Part VII 2/2

Pairing: CEO! MobBoss! Natasha Romanoff x Assistant! Reader (Platonic)

Summary: Working for Natasha was never easy and being a low-level assistant for the CEO wasn’t where you thought you’d be after working your hardest for 2 years. After catching you in tears on Christmas Eve, Natasha’s cold ways start to warm up.

Notes: Dylan’s dialog is meant to sound like how a 5-year-old would talk and his nickname is Dyl and not a misspell.

I want to give a HUGE thank you to @daddynattt for helping me so much with this last chapter! It means a lot to me and I just know my readers will also be thankful xx

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"Are you completely sure?" Natasha asked just to assure herself she heard you correctly as you stood in front of her. "I don't want to hear a single word about it. Do it, but don't tell me when or how or where. I never, ever want to hear his name come from your mouth again" you explained, your stomach turning at the idea, knowing you just asked Natasha to murder somebody for you.

"That fee-"

"Save it, please. By morning, I want to take my son home and you and I" you paused for a moment after cutting her off, "you are my boss, I can't get involved with this" you added.

"Y/n, you already are" Natasha informed you, "you're asking me to k-"

"I know what I'm asking of you" you stopped her from saying that one word. "I need space from you, I need space from all of this. Please understand that I'm thankful for everything you have done for Dylan and I…but I need you to just leave us alone"

Your words hurt Natasha deeply as she nodded slowly, losing you as her best friend wasn't something she thought about if you had ever found out about her true business. She watched you walk away before downing a shot of vodka and for the first time in her life, she hated what she did for a living.

Morning came a moment too quickly for you, Dylan woke up with a burst of energy as he woke you from the 20-minute nap you managed to get in from overthinking all night. "Mommy!! It's breakfast time!!" He shook you the best he could with a sparkle in his eyes, "come on mommy!!" he added.

"I'm awake, you cheeky monster!" you attacked him with kisses over his cheek just to hear his precious giggle and just for those short moments you forgot about the world, just for a moment. "Can I please have ice cream for breakfast?" Dylan asked once he had calmed down, giving you his signature baby face and puppy eyes in hopes of convincing you. "I don't think so Mr!" you smiled softly while shaking your head, "how about we go out for breakfast this morning?" you suggested.

"Can aunty Nat come?" Dylan pouted slightly. You looked at your son and did your best to let him down easy, not wanting to worry him about anything that you knew. "She's got work today darling, so I think she's a bit busy this morning but I'm sure we can do something with her again another time" you said, brushing his messy bed hair back, "lets to pack up your toys and get home for a bath then we can go to iHop for breakfast" you added. Dylan sighed as expected when a child doesn't usually get their own way.

You were able to get yourself and Dylan out of Natasha's condo without seeing her, telling Dylan that she would've already left for work. He was sad that he couldn't see the woman he called his aunty, and you could only hope with some deep distractions, he'd get used to her not being around much anymore.

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"Can I dress myself today?" Dylan asked as he played with his bath toys while you washed the shampoo from his curly locks that you adore so much. "As long as it's not summer clothing" you smiled before pouring another jug of water through his hair.

While Dylan took his time finding his own fashion statement for the day, you took a moment to tidy up your apartment and charge your mobile. It wasn't a surprise when your phone was charged enough that you had plenty of unread text messages from your mother and Natasha. You couldn't help but stare at Natasha's worried messages for a moment without thinking about what she could possibly do to Kane. Would she torture him? Or would she make it something quick and he wouldn't feel anything? You snapped out of your thoughts when a text from your mother popped up at the top of your screen.

"Honey, please call me when you can! Your father and I are worried about you xo – mom"

Feeling like a young teenager again, you did what the message said and waited patiently for your mother's voice to bring you comfort.

"Darling! Oh my god, are you okay?!"

"Hey mom, I'm so sorry about not being in touch. I had a work meeting come up and Dylan was up sick last night, so I haven't had a chance to look at my phone" You've never lied as well as you did just now.

"Oh, my poor baby, is he okay?"

"Yeah, just a little too much ice cream" you chuckled, "I was wondering, are you and dad free today for me to drop Dylan off for a few days?" You asked already knowing the answer, but you just had to be sure.

"Of course, honey but that's a long drive, will you stay with us too?" Your mother asked in her worried tone.

"I have a lot of work to do so I can't stay, but I promise when I come to pick him up, I'll stay for a while"

"Is it the court stuff? Because if so, your father and I want to be there for you. We'll come stay at a hotel if you need" Your stomach dropped, and your mind instantly thought about Natasha and what she would likely be doing today.

"It's okay mom, I would rather keep Dylan away from it all but I promise to keep you guys updated on everything" you did your best to keep a convincing tone. "We should be at yours a little after lunch time, I promised Dylan breakfast at iHop on the way" you added with a soft smile on your face.

"Alright darling, we will make sure we have everything he needs. What does he eat? Toys he likes? Anything I can get him, I will"

"He loves his fruit and veg so he'll love your roast dinners for sure! He loves fire trucks at the moment but I'll make sure to pack him with plenty of toys and clothing. He is allergic to honey but I'll write down what he likes and doesn't"

"Honey? That's new"

"Trust my son to be one with a rare allergy" you chuckled just as Dylan came out into the living room dressed in sweaters, an orange t-shirt on inside out and his firefighter helmet. You chuckled at your son who stood proudly with a smile, "I'll send you a text message when we're on our way, I love you mom" you added and hung up after your mother said she loved you too.

"Look at you! Come here so I can fix your t-shirt" you opened your arms wide for him to come running to you and that he did. "Do you like my outfit mommy?" he asked with his smile still wide and proud, "I love it honey! We just need to get you a hoodie or jacket and you're all set" you kissed his forehead before taking off his inside out shirt to fix. "I couldn't find my red hoodie" he pouted, his favorite hoodie that you had a struggle getting it off him and into the wash. "That's because it needed a wash but it should be in the tumble dryer" you pulled the t-shirt over his head and put his helmet back on, "there you go my little fire fighter" you smiled.

"Can we go to breakfast now mommy? Please, I'm hungry" Dylan picked at the herm of his t-shirt as if he was nervous.

"We will, but first we need to go pack some toys and clothes. You're going to go have a big sleep over with grandma and grandpa"

"I am?!" Dylan's eyes widened at the news with excitement, "you are buddy! Why don't you go back some of your favourite toys in your paw patrol backpack, I'll get your red hoodie from the tumble dryer and pack you some clothes" you suggested with a soft smile. Dylan nodded quickly before racing off to his room once again.

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Natasha knew you and Dylan were gone before she even made her way to her large kitchen, dismissing her personal chef and making herself a pot of coffee as she tried to keep herself from tearing up. Her phone buzzed with messages from Bucky asking what the plan was only made her sigh deeply. She took a shower and took a moment to clear her mind. She was going to kill somebody today and not just anybody.

She would kill Kane in a heartbeat if it meant she still had her closest friend but the thought of not being close to you anymore dawned on her, not seeing Dylan's adorable little smile, not being able to feel like she finally made a friend on her own and not from the illegal acts of her business.

Natasha had to remind herself why she was about to kill Kane. The hurt he brought you and your son, the fear she saw in your eyes when she read you the email he sent, the panic you had at the thought of Kane taking Dylan away from you. Knowing that since Dylan came into this world you weren't ever able to feel safe, always looking over your shoulder and wondering if you'd wake up to your son missing. All thoughts of your fears ran through Natasha's mind as she looked at herself in the mirror with a faint smirk on her lips as she felt herself soon start thinking about a world without Kane.

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"Please stop!!" Kane begged, his face beaten and bruised and covered with his own blood. "If you're going to kill me, just do it already!" he spat with tears streaming down his face while Natasha sat down in front of him. It had been hours of harsh torture for Kane as Natasha soaked up his cries and begs to stop, she loved the sound of his life in her hands and knowing she had full control over his final moments.

"Oh, I am going to kill you, don't worry about that" Nat winked before rolling her wrists, releasing a cracking sound. "Then what are you waiting for?! I've admitted to everything, I know I'm not leaving this hell hole alive so just do it! DO IT ALREADY!" Kane begged once more as Natasha stared him down coldly. "I like hearing you beg, it's fun. If I had it my way, I would've liked to let you go and have you look over your shoulder every fucking day wondering if anybody is watching everything you do. I'd love to keep you on your toes and tossing at night wondering if it was safe to be in your own home. But, killing you sounds just a lot better" she smirked as she leant back in her seat.

It surprised Natasha how long Kane was able to serve the brutal torture she delivered to him. Plying most of his fingers off, breaking both of his legs with a sledgehammer, multiple stab wounds including two combat knives still stabbed through his hands that kept him even more combined to the chair he was chained too. Kane passed out a few times only for Natasha to drench him in cold, dirty water keeping him from any form of comfort.

She could see the fear she installed in him, the loss of hope in his eyes, the trembling in his bottom lip, the shakiness in his voice, she had him right where she wanted him. Completely begging for her to end his pain.

"You're fucking sick!" Kane threw his head back slightly, "what else do you want from me?!" he asked.

"I already have what I wanted" Natasha chuckled leaving a smirk on her lips just before her phone broke the moment of silence between the two. Seeing your name lit up on her phone was the last thing she'd see today; Natasha left the room and took a deep breath before answering.

"Hey" she spoke softly.

"Don't do it, Nat! Please tell me you haven't already done it, please!"

"Woah, Y/n calm down, nothing has been done. Is everything okay? Have you changed your mind?"

"I…I want to talk to him, please"

"Are you sure? I don't know if that's a goo-"

"Please Nat….if you're going to do it, I need to speak to him before you do it…please" you begged.

"Alright, where are you? I'll come get you" Natasha finally replied after moments of silence.

"I just got home; Dylan is with my parents until things die down"

"I'll be half hour, are you sure you want to do this?" Natasha asked once more.

"I'm sure, Nat….please" you begged one last time.

"Okay, I'll see you soon"

"Thank you, Nat" you replied before the call hung up.

Natasha walked into her office where Bucky had made himself a little too comfortable with a pizza and beer to keep himself 'busy' as he would say. "You're done already? I thought you would've been a lot longer" he looked up at the redhead with a cold smirk. "Y/n wants to talk to him" Nat grabbed her coat, "What?" Bucky asked in a confused tone as he quickly sat up, removing his feet from Nat's desk.

"I'll be back. Don't let him fall asleep or die" she ordered as she grabbed her keys.

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The drive back to Natasha's bunker was silent. You could barely look at her, even for a second without the feeling of your stomach-turning upside down. She notices the way you couldn't stop rubbing your hands up and down the top of your thighs and the way you couldn't stop blinking or trying to swallow the lump that was stuck in your throat.

"You don't have to do this, Y/n" Natasha broke the silence as she looked over at you for a short moment before her eyes focused on the road in front of her. "W-what?" you asked with a stutter when her voice broke you from your thoughts. Natasha pulled the car over, turned the car off and turned to you. "You don't have to do it" she repeated.

"I do, it's something I feel I need to do before…you know" your eyes struggled to look at her for more than a second, "he needs to know what he did was wrong, and I don't mean that I don't love Dylan because I do. Without him I probably would've done something really bad" tears start to build up in your eyes, "but I've been hurting for so long and I need him to know that. This whole situation isn't how I imagined telling him, you've kil-…you did, I me"

"I know" Natasha interrupted making you look at her once again.

"Please don't do it" the tears now streaming freely, "I can't live with the thought of it. I know you might be able too, but I can't, please" you added. Natasha nodded softly, "how can you do it? How can you live with yourself?" you asked before Natasha could open her mouth.

"I" Natasha was speechless, she'd never thought about how she was able to torture people and take their lives without it playing on her mind. She got a kick from it all but she couldn't admit that to you, you'd think she's more than just sick. "W-what I do, what I have done…I, it's…I don't just target anybody. Everybody has something and honestly, they deserved what they got" she struggled to explain.

"But you can't decide who lives and dies Natasha. You're a lawyer, there's rules, there are legal ways to deal with people. Kane needs prison time, nature will take its course, not you"

"If you don't want me to do it, I won't. But I can't risk letting him free, you have to understand that" Nat reached for your hand, "you can't keep him forever" you frowned with worry as you pulled your hand away from her.

"Y/n, I can't let him go. He'll talk and with the injuries he has, it would be believable"

"H-h…how bad have you hurt him?" You looked at her with fear while your tears kept streaming. "Can you please take my word for it?" she looked at you with pleading eyes, "I know you want to talk to him and you can but I don't want the image of him to scare you" she added.

"He's bad, isn't he?"

Natasha nodded.

"He going to die anyway, isn't he?"

Natasha nodded once again, "I should've waited, I'm sorry" she spoke while you wiped your tears. "Let's just go before it's too late" you turned away from Natasha and kept your attention to the passenger window.

The rest of the drive was just as silent to begin with, every now and then Natasha would look over at you and wish things were different. She wished you never found out.

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Natasha walked you to the room where she was keeping Kane, the only sounds that could be heard throughout her bunker were your footsteps and Bucky blasting some old radio tunes from her office.

"Y/n, please wait" Natasha gently grabbed your hand and turned you to face her. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry that you found out about all of this. I didn't want you to know and I understand if you don't want anything to do with me again, I do but please…you're my best friend. I just want you to know that" she looked into your eyes hoping that you could see that she never meant for any of this to harm you.

"Can you wait here? I need to talk to him alone" you replied almost shrugging off her words as she nodded. You took a moment to prepare yourself before opening the door, gasping to yourself when you saw Kane's condition.

"Y/n?" he mumbled, covered in blood and smelt awful as you slowly turned away from the door to face him. A chair was placed in front of him, one you can only assume that Natasha used to intimidate the man. "Wh-what are you doing here? Y-you have you leave! Your b-boss, she's fucking cr-crazy!" he added in a stutter while you took small steps towards the chair. The sight of him made your eyes fill with tears once more, as much as you hated Kane, you'd never seen anybody as beaten and in pain as Kane is right now.

"I mean it, Y/n! g-get out of here!" he choked, spitting out blood to the floor.

"I..I need you to listen to me" you spoke as you sat down in front of him, his face swollen from the torture Natasha's fist delivered. "I'm sorry, okay?! I'm s-so, so, s-sorry! I hurt you and Dylan; I know but you h-have to get out of here! P-please!"

"You hurt me, Kane" you ignored his pleas for you to leave, "you were my friend…I trusted you and you didn't listen to me….I said no, I begged you to stop" you added while remembering the night your life changed.

"I k-know"

"You don't!" you spat with tears streaming down your cheeks, "you don't know! You didn't care! You laughed at me, held me down while you and your…friends…Kane, you hurt me in ways I didn't know I could be hurt. You broke my trust, my confidence, my safety net, you broke me. Do you know how scared I was when that pregnancy test came back positive? Do you know how sick I felt? Knowing that I was pregnant by one of my…r-rapists…you made me grow up when I wa-"

"Please d-don't do this"

"LISTEN!" you shouted at him, even Dylan had never been yelled at in such a high shout. "I need you to know all of this, so please…just listen!" Kane struggled to keep eye contact with you as you waited for him to response, "can you do that? Can you listen for a moment?" you asked, finally Kane nodded.

"I had plans, I had dreams and you took all over that from me. I couldn't bear to look at my parents after finding out I was pregnant; I couldn't leave my house because of you! My father wanted to kill you himself when he found out, when my mother found me on the floor in the bathroom begging for a god to just take me, she broke. You did that! I thought about hurting myself so many times that my mother had to sleep in the same room as me because she didn't trust me, she took me to my first appointment and the moment I heard my, MY baby's heartbeat, I knew I had to be strong for him.

Since I found out I was pregnant I wanted nothing more than to get rid of him and hope I could somehow move on. I hated knowing I had a child growing inside of me, but hearing his heartbeat I realized he didn't deserve the hate and anger I had for him. I promised him, before I found out he was a boy that no matter what was going to happen, I would love them, I would protect them and I would do anything for them.

Dylan is MY child, MY son. He is nothing like you! He's beautiful, he's caring, he's so full of life, he reaches for the stars with everything he does! He doesn't have a bad bone in him, he once made me look after a squirrel that was hit by a car and I did it for him, to see that beautiful smile he has. So don't you ever think for a second that Dylan is your son or that you have anything to do with him. Everything Dylan is comes from me!

I kept him safe; I kept a roof over his head, I gave him everything I had while you made things harder for me. I knew the moment he was born, the second I saw him I knew that it was your DNA. But for the first time since that night, I wasn't mad, I didn't wish for a god to take me, I was happy. I had a healthy, strong and beautiful baby boy" Your eyes stared heavily into Kane's while tears had now made a river of your cheeks.

"I want you to hurt like I did, to only see darkness, to fear everything you do! I want you to never feel safe, I want you to wonder what you might wake up too in the morning. I want all your hopes and dreams to be crushed" you added when Kane's eyes dropped to the bloody splattered floor in front of him.

"Y/n…I…I was drunk, we all w-were. Y-you said you wa-"

"No!" you stood up, your fists in balls of anger, "Don't you ever say I asked for what you did to me! You drugged me! You forced me to say I wanted it, that I liked it! Every day I remember something from that night, and it breaks me all over again!" you added in anger before slowly sitting down again. "You're going to feel guilty, are you? You're never going to see the wrong you did, the hurt you brought, are you?" you asked.

"You d-don't think I'm hurting?!" Kane spat, "LOOK AT ME Y/N!" He shouted, "You did THIS TO ME!" he added. His words only confirmed your thoughts, "I didn't do this" you spoke as you stood up again, "you did this" you added before making your way to the door.

"Y/n, I'm s-sorry! Pl-please! h-help me out of h-here! I'll leave y-you and D-Dylan alone forever, I pr-promise" he begged, his injuries causing his stutter of words. His begs only got louder as you ignored him and opened the too to see Natasha and Bucky waiting outside. With one hand you did your best to wipe your tears while the over closed the door behind you, draining out Kane's begs for help.

"Are you okay?" Natasha asked as she took a step towards you. "Just do it" you nodded before your eyes dropped to your feet, "he didn't care" you added in a mumble, your legs felt wobbly as if you were about to fall, Bucky looked at Natasha who gave you a soft nod.

"He didn't even try to care" you started to sob as you started to walk away, "I'll wait in the car" you added without looking back at Natasha. "Hey, come here" Bucky opened his arms for you, without a second thought you crashed into him and cried as he held you.

"I've got her" Bucky mouthed to Natasha who didn't want to leave you but it was only a matter of hours before Kane's body would shut down. She nodded to Bucky and waited for him to take you out of the bunker before she entered the room where Kane's cries for help came to a stop. Nat closed the door and locked it before walking over to the countertop and picked up her favorite combat knife and began to sharpen as Kane watched in fear.

"Please stop, I'm done okay! You win! Just fucking kill me already!" He began to cry when Natasha turned and looked at him with a dark smirk on her lips. "I already told you, I'm going to kill you but after that I think it's only fair we deal with the reason you're here in the first place, right?" she chuckled as she walked over to him, kicking his chair over. He yelled in pain as his head smacked the hard flooring, not hard enough to knock him out but enough to give him a headache later on.

"What t-the f-uck are you doing?!" He panicked as Natasha unzipped his trousers and harshly grabbed his cock from his boxers. "No, no no! PLEASE DON'T!" Kane yelled at the top of his lungs as Nat brought her knife closer to his penis, "I told you. It's only fair we deal with that got you into this mess first, didn't I?" She looked over at him and smiled as she kept her eye contact with him while her knife made a clear slice from the base of his genitals. Blood splattered everywhere while Kane screamed in pain, almost passing out.

"Oh, stop your fucking crying!" Natasha as she pulled Kane's chair up from the floor before dangling his penis in front of his eyes, "Y-YOU CUT OFF M-MY D-DICK?!" Kane shouted while Nat chuckled, "it's not like you're missing much" she joked as she walked back over to the countertop of weapons. Kane's penis was tossed onto the counter as if it was a useless item that Natasha couldn't care less if it broke. She put a face mask on and grabbed the blow-torch before testing its blue flame causing Kane to squirm and shout louder for help, help he knew he would never get.

"Since you think you know how to use this ugly thing" Natasha grabbed his penis from the counter with her free hand, the blow-torch in the other as she turned around and faced her victim once again. "You can watch me destroy it" she smiled before letting the blue flame turn orange as she lit Kane's member on fire. Kane was losing blood by the second, his skin turning pale as Natasha tossed the body part in flames onto Kane's lap, he screamed and squirmed as the flames came in contact with his thighs, setting him alight.

Natasha watched by the door as Kane's screams were something she'd never heard from anybody before, she watched as his entire body became covered in flames. She let out a deep breath and left the room and waited for his cries to stop, when she knew that Kane had finally died, she turned the roof sprinklers on putting the flames out.

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Bucky waiting outside your apartment door, not wanting to leave you alone even though you begged him to leave and slammed the door in his face. He didn't take it personally; he knew you were going through more emotions than he could even imagine. Natasha arrived to see him guarding your door while your sobs could faintly be heard from the inside.

"She wants to be alone" Bucky looked at Natasha, "I couldn't leave" he added.

"Give me a moment" Nat replied in a soft tone. Unsure if it was a good idea, Bucky moved aside, and Natasha let herself into your apartment. She could hear you crying from your bedroom and slowly made her way, knocking softly on your door. You ripped the covers off from over your head and looked at Natasha with wet, puffy eyes.

"Is he?" you asked, unable to say the word.

"He is" Natasha confirmed, "I wanted you to know. You don't have to worry about him…or me anymore" she added. Slowly you sat up still looking at her, "please stay" you spoke before Natasha could walk away, she looked at you with surprise.

"Y-you're my best friend and friends fight, we have up and downs but…. but I love you even if right now I'm a mess and have no idea what to do. You're my best friend, Nat. I'm mad at you, I'm confused, and it might take me some time to come to terms with things, but friends fight, right?" You smiled brokenly at her. "I don't want to be alone right now, I need my best friend" you added.

Nat smiled softly with tears of her own filling her eyes, she took her coat off and placed it on your dresser before she made herself comfortable in your bed, letting you rest your head on her shoulder. For the first time in a very, very long time Natasha felt love, a different kind of love that she didn't know she longed for.

"I'm right here" she whispered as you cried, letting yourself let all those built-up feelings over the past 6 years out. You were free, Dylan was free, and you have Natasha, your best friend to thank.

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