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navybrat817 · 1 year

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Sweet and Strong

Pairing: Tattoo Artist!Bucky Barnes x Baker!Female Reader Summary: You stop by the parlor to drop off some treats. Word Count: Over 2.3k Warnings: Fluff, flir-ting, slight insecurity if you squint, slight feels (it's me), Tess is a real one, Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?) Graphics talent and thanks: Banner - @sgt-seabass, Divider - @firefly-graphics, Bucky edit - Nix, Moodboard - yours truly A/N: More Hottie and Sugar from my Sin on Skin AU.❤️ Beta read by @whisperlullaby , so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

You did your best not to let your mind wander during the work day, but Bucky hadn’t left your thoughts since he dropped you off at your place. A dopey smile formed on your face more times than you could count. The tattoo artist was your dream come true. Someone who looked like they could destroy everything in their path, but treated you with such care.

And he said yes to a date with you.

How does a man like him exist?

“Careful,” Tess said, nudging you to the side so she could take a cookie from the case. “Keep making that happy face and it’ll get stuck that way.”

“Is that a bad thing?” you smiled, making sure there were no customers looking as you typed a quick message to Bucky on your phone.

“Hope you have a good day, Hottie.”

After a moment, you cringed and put the device away. Though Bucky gave you his number after he dropped you off, you didn’t message him immediately. Waiting until today was better because enough time had passed, but was the text too casual? Not casual enough? Was it clingy to message him before you had your date?

Why am I overthinking this?

“If you’re smiling because of Bucky, it’s a very good thing. Especially after what he did to help you. I think he should get a permanent discount,” Tess said, making you raise an eyebrow when you didn’t detect a hint of sarcasm in her tone. “I’m sorry I wasn’t here.”

“We talked about this,” you gently reminded her when she pouted, a look that told you she was still upset. “Please, stop apologizing. You have nothing to be sorry for.”

When Tess heard that Richard ambushed you after closing, she beat herself up for not being there. You assured her it wasn’t her fault that your ex showed up. She was thankful you were okay and that Bucky, and everyone else in the shop, stood up for you. She also added that if she saw Richard sniffing around the place that she’d kick him in the nuts.

Bucky assured you he wouldn’t come around and you believed him.

“I’m just sorry I didn’t see him get put in his place. Been a long time coming,” she said, a bit of mischief back in her eyes as she leaned against the counter to smile at you. “And I’m bummed I missed that kiss.”

“Why did I tell you about that?” you asked, your cheeks hot as you recalled the moment Bucky’s lip touched yours. If you closed your eyes, you could almost feel him kissing you again. The memory made your heart swell.

As if on cue, your phone went off.

“Day’s better now that I’ve heard from you, Sugar. Can’t wait for our date. Planned something special.”

Your heart skipped a beat as you reread the message and hugged the device to your chest. You weren't sure how many women Bucky dated or how many special dates he planned before you. The thought of it being a high number didn't make your stomach sink as you expected. What mattered was that the two of you were taking a chance on each other.

And even though you technically asked him out, he took the time to plan something for you. When was the last time a guy did anything remotely nice for you without expecting something in return? Why had you settled in the past for less than what you deserved?

“You told me because we’re best friends,” Tess answered with a smirk when you looked her way. “Is that him?”

“Yeah, it’s him,” you smiled, showing her the message. “I wonder what he has planned.”

“Whatever it is, you better give all the dirty details when he dicks you down. And not to be graphic, but I bet he eats pussy like-"

“Tess!" you groaned, praying the nearby customers weren’t listening. But, god, if you hadn’t thought about what he’d be like in bed. He’d be so good to you. “Let’s try and be professional.”

“Professional, my ass. I’m not the one flirting with the hunk or making eyes at him every time he steps into the shop,” she pointed out.

Fair.

“And, look, I’m not saying you have to get laid on the first date, but I am saying you have to let him in your pants at some point,” she said, laughing as you tossed a towel at her face.

You laughed, too, and wondered just how the night would go. If you put out on the first date, would he think you were easy? If you waited too long, would he move on? You were overthinking again, but you couldn't help it. You really liked him.

He likes me, too, so I must be doing something right.

“What do you get out of it if I let him in my pants?” you asked curiously.

Tess placed a hand on your shoulder and squeezed. “I get to keep seeing you happy, which you have every right to be."

"Thanks," you smiled, a wave of fondness crashing over you. The two of you saw each other go through many ups and downs of life. She deserved the world and it meant a lot that she wanted that for you, too. "Is it too much if I run some treats over for him? Especially since I just texted him?"

Bringing a small selection of baked goods for Bucky and the guys would be a small way to thank them for defending you. Deep down, it was also an excuse to see him before your date. You hoped it wasn't too obvious.

"The guy has visited the shop for all of your shifts since he first came in. So, no, it isn't too much if you surprise him and send something his way. He might like it."

"I'll be quick," you promised, selecting some of the best treats from the case, including one with little hearts.

"Take your time. Jill and I can handle this," she smiled as if she sensed your giddiness. "Go treat your man."

"He isn't my man yet," you teased.

But I'm already his girl.

"Yeah, he is," Tess winked, giving you a gentle nudge. "Now go."

It didn't take you long to cross the street to the parlor and thankfully you didn't drop the box. You hoped you looked decent. Well, as much as you could during a work day. At least you had a cute apron on.

"Hi! Welcome to Sin on Skin!" Jake said as you walked through the door. "Sugar! It's you!"

You held back a laugh when his voice echoed. "Yeah, it's me," you smiled, holding up the box. "I wanted to drop these off Bucky and the rest of you, if that's okay?"

"You brought us food?!" he asked, leaning on his arms to look over the counter. "Hold on. Lemme grab him."

"You sure? If he's with a client…" you trailed off when Jake dashed away from the counter.

You took a moment to look around again, your gaze settling on an intricate flower tattoo. Seeing the place without the fear of your ex following you made it even brighter than before. Like your shop, it was expressive and inviting. Bucky likely put as much love into it as you did with yours.

"That was my first piece."

You tore your gaze away from the wall to find Bucky beside you, a dopey smile back on your face. There was only a small amount of space between you and your heart raced as you looked him over, the large man clad in his usual tight shirt and jeans. He had his hair pulled back and you resisted the urge to tuck a few strands back that came loose.

He would manage to look sexy as hell with latex gloves on.

"It's beautiful," you said honestly.

"Thanks. She's a good friend and still a client of mine. So is her husband," he smiled gently. "I'm glad you stopped by."

"Me, too," you smiled back, holding up the box in your hands. "I just wanted to say thanks again to you and the guys for sticking up for me. It isn't much, but I hope you all enjoy them."

"Oh." A slight frown formed on his face when you handed him the treats. "You know you don't have to give us these, right? We didn't do it expecting you to give us anything in return and I'm sure as hell not going to let anyone speak to you the way that prick did."

You furrowed your brows a bit, even as you nearly swooned at his protectiveness. Had you upset him? "I know I don't have to," you said, clearing your throat. Why did the thought of them defending you just for being good guys make you emotional? "I just wanted to do something nice for you."

Was this a bad idea?

You let out a breath when he smiled again. "I'm sorry. I just wanted to make sure you didn't feel obligated," he said, touching your arm. Even with the glove, the touch sent heat between your thighs. "It's a very sweet gesture, Sugar. Thank you."

"You're welcome," you said, satisfied that he wasn't unhappy with the small gift. "And I'll admit. I also stopped by because I wanted to see you before our date," you added.

"You did?" he smirked, bringing warmth to your cheeks as you nodded. "While we're admitting things to each other, I've been watching the door and hoping you'd stop in. I even dreamt about you when I took a nap."

"No, you didn't," you giggled, a sense of power and elatedness filling you that his pull to you was that strong.

"I swear. I don't think Steve will let me live that down" he chuckled. You wondered what exactly he dreamt about. Was it passionate? Intense? "Can't get you outta my mind. And, frankly, I don't want to."

Oh.

You didn't think he could make your heart beat any faster, but he continued to surprise you. There was no shame or timidness in his tone or his stare. It was steadfast and true, like he wasn't afraid to wear his heart on his sleeve with you. If he could be vulnerable and open with you this way, you could do the same in return.

Go big or go home, right?

"I can't stop thinking about you either," you told him, proud that your voice didn't waver.

"You can't?" he whispered and you suddenly didn't like the box between your bodies. It made him feel too far away.

"No, I can't," you whispered back, gazing into his blue eyes. "I waited to text you because I didn't want it to be too soon. And even though I don't know where you're taking me on our date, I already have the perfect sundress laid out and ready to go."

"You can text me as much as you want. I don't care what time of day," he assured you before his eyes lit up mischievously, like he knew something you didn't. "And a sundress is fucking perfect, but no asking for hints about our date"

"Not even a little one? Please?" you asked, giving him what you hoped was a cute pout. You didn't actually want him to tell you because you wanted him to surprise you, but you hoped you looked enticing.

Bucky slowly licked his lips and shook his head. If he was trying to look hot, he more than succeeded. If he wasn't, did he have any idea what that teasing motion of his tongue did to you? "I'm tempted to tell you and I'm very tempted to kiss you right now, but no. No hints. I need to stay strong."

I'm very tempted to kiss you, too.

"Fine, Hottie. I'll be good," you teased, pouting again. "For now."

Bucky moved the box beside him so he could step closer, his eyes darker than before. "You wanna be good for me?"

Yes, sir.

"Yes," you answered, leaving out the "sir" that echoed in your mind and shivering as he continued to stare. Before you could say anything more, you noticed that the shop had gone quiet. You leaned over to look past Bucky and giggled when you saw the crew staring, taking you out of the moment. Steve and Hal both had knowing smirks on their faces, but no way could they have heard your conversation. "Hope you enjoy the treats!"

"Oh, we will," Hal winked. "What about you, Bucky? You gonna enjoy your treat?"

"Get back to work!" Bucky called back before he smiled disappointedly. "Speaking of, I should, too. I think my client gave me enough of a break."

"Yeah, I need to get back," you said. You didn't want to leave Tess and Jill hanging. "I hope you have a good rest of the day."

"You, too," he said as you went to the door. "Be good for me until I see you again."

Fuck.

"Only if you're good for me," you smiled over your shoulder, catching his surprised smirk before the door shut.

You took a breath, allowing the breeze to cool you off. Maybe a cold shower would do a better job. You smiled as your phone went off, expecting a teasing text from Tess. It caught you off guard when "Mom" popped up.

Well, that can't be good if she's texting me. God, did she somehow hear about Richard? The last thing I need is a lecture.

Instead of opening the message, you tucked your phone away. You needed to get back to work and you had a date to look forward to. You wouldn't allow your mom to sour your mood because Tess was right.

You had the right to be happy.

No ruining this upcoming date, mom! Love and thanks for reading! 💙

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jadeddangel · 2 months

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Hellooo may I request Husk with a reader whose appearance in Hell is that of a cute little mouse? She is shy and the kind of person to put things as nicely as posible, so she finds it hard to stand up for herself. Basically the "opposites attract" trope, if you are so kind! Thank youuu <3

OMG I LOVE THIS SO MUCH!! AHHHH I SIMP FOR HUSK SO BAD

Warnings: talk of gambling, alcoholism, addiction , Trauma and suggestive themes

If you aren't over the age of 18 or of legal age please don't interact, having said that, Enjoy!!

A game of cat and mouse

The sky was dark red and black when you woke up.. there weren't any clouds, and aside from a red hue everywhere, the only thing that stood out was a giant clock in the middle of well wherever you were. Standing up, you brushed yourself off with your paws, wait... paws? You froze looking down at your hands, I mean, they looked normal-ish. I mean, you still had skin, but it was Grey and had fur running down the back of your hands, arms, legs, and shoulders. You had black claws, and you were staring to get overstimulated at all the sounds going on.. you went to put your hands over where your ears were when you were alive and let out a scream of sheer panic. You were scared there were so many things going on, and now you were missing ears?! You paused after a moment, realizing that it was ridiculous. How did you not have ears and be able to hear? And so you finally took a deep breath and went into an alley way as you were pretty much feeling yourself up.

You felt all over your body coming into contact with the large ears on your head and the long fuzzy tail you had. "OK, it's ok. Deep breathes. We'll figure this out it's not a big deal, right? I mean, this is probably just a dumb dumb dream .." You spoke to yourself

You lied. It had been 2 months since you got here now, and no matter what you've done to try and "wake up," nothing was working. And that's why you were standing here in front of the not so popular hazbin hotel. The outside of the large building looked mediocre, at best, and you were being modest. Taking a deep breath of the polluted air you knocked on the front door carefully, the echo of the loud knock spooking you nearly out of your fur. You could hear running towards the door before a brief pause and a blonde demon opened the door. "Hello there, little demon!! Welcome to the hazbin Hotel! Please come in come in!" Charlie greeted as she maneuvered around you, putting a hand on your back and leading you inside the doors closing behind you. You frantically tried to adapt to the new surroundings the princess of hell had forced you into. What you immediately spotted was a couch, a large stair case, a few people, and a bar? I mean, you had heard this was a place for rehab pretty much, not just a standard hotel. Charlie nudged you towards the couch. "Let me introduce you to everyone!! Ok, so we have angel dust, " charlie blabbered out as Angel looked up from his phone and gave you a brief head nod "alastor, our facilities manager, vaggie, my girlfriend and our general manager!! Oh, oh ! And here we have Kiki, razzle and dazzle, they work to protect the hotel!! That's nifty!" Charlie pointed to everyone excitedly, most of them barely even looking at you before the girl she addressed as nifty ran at you with a giant needle." Rat! There's a rat in the hotel!!" Nifty yelled. With a shriek, you jumped onto the coffee table. "I'm not a rat. I'm not a rat!!" You were nearly crying. You were embarrassed about everything feeling like a big deal, and then on top of the panic of being in a new place, it felt like your head was bursting. You had closed your eyes, and the next thing you knew, there was someone picking you up off the table after they had noticed you panic. It was angel dust.. he was holding you high above nifty's reach though he didn't need to cause you saw this.. cat person? Holding nifty up by the collar of her dress.. he seemed tired.. and grouchy . Angel finally set you down "sorry 'bout that cutie, nifty can be a bit much at first," angel said, crouching a bit so he was face to face with you instead of face to tits . You nodded a bit. "Thank you, angel dust," you said quietly, "it's alright, cutie, it's no problem to me, my friends call me Angie btw," Angel said sweetly

And just like that, your stay at the hazbin Hotel began. It was starting to calm down after a few months. You had grown close with angel, the two of you often hanging out at the bar. The cat's name that you had learned was husker, but he preferred husk. Then it all started, late night drinks and talks with husk though you did most of the talking or it wad just quiet. You both talked about so many things, what foods you liked, what drinks you preferred. And even though you were opposites, you were both crazy attached to each other.

You and Angel were having some small talk at the bar just laughing with each other. "And then! Hahaha ha and then Val has the guts to ask me to redo the scene!!" Angel laughed out. You both had been talking about funny stories and about things when you were alive . Angel finished off his drink before winking at husk. "Oh husker~, you wanna do me a favor and poor me another drink kitty?~" Angel asked with a smirk. You could hear husk grumble under his breath about something. Husk then turned to you. "Want another soda? I know you're not much of a drinker, so I asked Charlie to get us some, " husk said, leaning against the bar counter slightly. You gave him a happy nod before handing him your cup, soon husk left, and Angel smirked at you .oooooo you and Kitty got somethin' goin' on, don't ya' ?" Angel teased poking your shoulder a bit. Your cheeks turned a darker Grey at his words "w-what?.. me and husk what? No way psht- that's ridiculous. Why do you think he likes me?" You were embarrassed, but God, you were curious. Did Angel know something you didn't. "Mm, I'll tell you if you tell me what made you die , deal?" Angel held his hand out a bit.. you took a moment questioning if it was worth it before shaking his hand. "Deal.."

You took a deep breath "Alright uhm it was my boyfriend's fault.. you see, I had this really bad habit of falling for people that really didn't care about me.. they just wanted a body or something they thought they could gain.." You spoke quietly before clearing your throat."I was beaten to death.. I thought I was just going to sleep, but uhm, he had caused internal bleeding and..." You zoned out a bit."That's why I'm a mouse.. I'm just viewed as prey and a good pet for some person that thinks their god. " You ranted a bit

Angel looked guilty about making the deal, having heard that.. "Oh, cutie.. I'm sorry.. uhm, I don't know if husk likes you, deary, " Angel said softly while rubbing your back . You sighed a nodded a bit; husk returned back to the main bar and handed you your glass full of soda gently careful not to spill any before carelessly handing angel his drink ,husk put his hand over yours when you went to grab your drink " are you alright mouse? You don't seem well.. cmon, let's take you to your room.." husk said softly as he walked around the bar and helped you off the high chair before grabbing your drink and helping you walk up to your room. Husk sat you down on your bed, trying to get you to relax a bit. He rubbed over your shoulders, trying his best to soothe you from your emotional anguish that was written on your face. "It's gonna be ok, just relax," husk said quietly while rubbing your shoulders. Husk looked down at you, worried. "I heard what you and Angel were talking about.. I'm so sorry you had to go through that" husk was rubbing along the edges of your ears to help calm you, "Now uhm I now I suck at stuff like this but it looks like you need one " husk said opening his arms a bit. You pulled husk close and cuddled into him, relaxing at the smell of sandalwood and rum. Husk wrapped you up his wings, holding you close. "Thank you, husk.. " you said softly, husk smiled ever so slightly as he rubbed your arms and back carefully "yknow I heard everything even about a certain crush you have. " Husk chuckled a bit. You blushed a bit and went to pull away from the hug, but husk kept you close to his chest "let me finish.. I really like you too little mouse and I'd really like to stay with you for as long as I can.." husk finished finally letting go a bit so that you could pull away if you so pleased. But you could never.. husk made you feel safe made you feel whole.. and nothing could change that.. You had a big smile on your face as you pulled him closer "I really like you too husk.." you muttered. Husk smiled a bit more "so how about we just stay here for a bit and just hang out mk?and if I may be so bold I'd like to ask you to be my girlfriend " husk rubbed your back in soothing circles. You squeaked happily (blame the mouse part) as you nodded like crazy.

Everything is perfect

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explosionkatsu · 1 year

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“Age doesn’t matter” 5

Dad!Bakugou x F!Babysitter!Teacher!Reader

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Hearing what Kazui said made her completely stop. Mama? Why would he think that? Was it because she takes care of him like her own child?

“K-Kazuki. I don't think that's something possible.” Ms. Y/n said washing her hands before she approach the now pouting Kazui.

“Why not?” Kazui said, now tearing up. “My classmates have a mama. Why I don't have one? Why can't I have one?” he was now sobbing.

Seeing his tears pour breaks her heart. Ms. Y/n dreamt of having her own child, but because of how life can be challenging, how she can't afford to buy her own house or a decent permanent job, she set her dream aside and focus on trying to make it at least to the cruel world.

But nothing is crueler to a child not having a mother wanting to have one.

“Shh.” Ms. Y/n carried and embrace Kazui who was sobbing in her arms. “I’m sorry, Kazui.”

Then it suddenly went quiet. Ms. Y/n was still holding Kazui in her arms.

“Kazui?” Ms. Y/n called out, but get no response. When she slowly made her way to a mirror, she saw him fast asleep. She looked at him for a moment, sad that she couldn’t do anything for Kazui. It took a while for her to bring him up to her bedroom and tucked him in, caressing his cheek that was stained from his tears.

Ms. Y/n then left her bedroom. She decided to keep the door open in case she heard him wake up. She strides down the stair and went back to the kitchen where she left some of the burger steaks she molded. As soon as she washed her hands again to proceed, she saw her phone lit up causing her to look at it. When she saw the unknown number, she slightly frowns. But when she clicked on the message, she blinked in surprise.

It was Mr. Bakugou.

Once Katsuki settled in his car, he placed a bag beside him. A thank-you gift for Kazui’s teacher.

Giving anyone a gift isn't his thing, but Ms. Y/n's kind gesture made him want to. This is the least he could do to show her he appreciates what she does.

And so, Katsuki turned on the engine when he received the address he needed and drove his way to the said address. seeing he was nearing the address, he noticed it was close to the school. After just a few minutes of walking, for sure they'd reach it.

He remembered Ms. Y/n telling him there was a near convenience store and taking a right turn. As soon as he turned right, he immediately saw her apartment and slowed down. Once closed, he pulled up but didn't leave his car.

Katsuki is nervous. He didn't know how to approach her. His palms are sweating, and so was his forehead, and believe it or not? This was pissing him off. So with all the courage he has. Wait? Why does he need courage for this? He's just going to pick Kazui and hand his gift to her.

That’s fucking it.

Katsuki groan, starting to get frustrated. Without thinking, he grab the bag beside him and exited his car, slamming the door shut behind him.

Ms. Y/n heard this, making her jump and slightly spilling the hamburger steak sauce. “What was that..” She mumbled to herself and wiped her sauce-filled hand.

She made her way to her apartment door even though she knows it was a bad idea. But curiosity got in her and grab the doorknob, twisted it, and pulled the door open. She comes face-to-face with Mr. Bakugou who has his hand raised, about to knock.

“U-uh. Good evening! Mr. Bakugou!” She slightly stuttered. “Please come in!”

Seeing him in an awkward position made katsuki's face turn slightly pink, all the way to his ears. “Ahem. Thanks.” He said in a quiet voice.

Ms. Y/n closed the door behind her as soon as Katsuki get in. “I'm sorry about the mess. I have a lot of papers to work on.” She said sweating dropped when she saw him eye the papers stacked on her coffee table. “Please have a seat.” She added as she collect all the papers and headed to her bedroom.

When she came back, she made her way to the kitchen switched the fire off on her stove, and saw Katsuki sitting on the sofa. “Make yourself at home.” She smiled. “You might be looking for Kazui, he’s currently sleeping in my bedroom.”

Ms. Y/n opened one of the kitchen cabinets and grab two glasses. She then grabs a drink and pours the content into the glass.

Katsuki was quiet even though he can hear her talking . He was checking her apartment which was neat, and organized, with no dust in sight. Except for the stack he saw earlier, which was now gone.

Her apartment was indeed small, like what Kazui said. But she made it look homey. Unlike his quiet home. Even though he has all those branded furniture and expensive stuff. Never in a while, had he felt his house homey. But he, sitting in someone’s home? Knowing that Y/n is living alone, single-

Wait, was she single?

Katsuki’s thoughts about her apartment suddenly vanish. I mean, was she by herself?

Getting inquisitive, he looks for a sign of another person living with her. A male person. But all he saw was what a single woman has.

How old was she again? 23? Right. She’s too young and still unraveling her future.

Well, age doesn’t matter to him.

What? The fuck was he thinking? Why would he think that?

Katsuki internally smacks himself in the face. He’s not looking for any relationship right now. After what happened. He’s too scared to try again.

“Here. Seems like you're deep in thought.”

Katsuki blinked being cut off and saw Ms. Y/n place a cup of tea in front of him.

“Thank you.” He said.

Why was he being quiet anyway?

“You’re welcome.” Ms. Y/n smiled at him. “I actually poured you an orange juice and was about to give it to you but it seems like you're stressed. So I made you some tea. I hope you don't mind camomile?” She giggled and went back to the kitchen.

“It’s fine,” Katsuki said. “Where’s Kazui?”

Ms. Y/n blinked. Didn't she say he’s asleep? Maybe Mr. Bakugou was too deep in thought that he wasn't listening to everything you said.

“He’s sleeping in my bedroom.” You chuckled making Katsuki look at you raising an eyebrow which made you panic and immediately apologize.

“Why're you apologizing?” Katsuki asked and gently gran the tea in front of him. The aroma made him relax.

“I was being rude.” Ms. Y/n smiled nervously.

She’s always smiling.

"You're not," Katsuki said and took a sip.

Ms. Y/n only smiled before going back to her kitchen and preparing the plates needed. "Have you had your dinner, Mr. Bakugou?" You asked.

As if on cue, Katsuki's stomach started making a sound making him blush and her, giggle.

"I'll take that as a no." You said. "I made Hamburger steak. Kazui requested it."

"Hah? I swear to god that spoiled ass brat." Katsuki said, this time, out loud.

"Would you want a plate, Mr-

"Just call me Bakugou. I hate this formality and such. It's fucking pissing me off." Katsuki said as he placed the teacup back on the coffee table.

This doesn't surprise you anymore. Why? Because there are times Y/n watches television in her free time and saw how Dynamight swears a lot. Even civilians got used to this.

"Alright, Bakugou." Ms. Y/n chuckled and just prepare another plate for him. "You can go wake Kazui so we can all eat. The more the merrier right?"

"Don't order me around." Katsuki tsked but follow otherwise.

He heard a low sorry when he walked past the kitchen and straight to her bedroom where he saw the door wide open. He was about to go straight inside but he stopped midway. He's trespassing on her privacy. But she was the one who gave him permission, plus, he's only waking Kazui up, so it doesn't matter. So he continued and went straight into her bedroom and saw a double-sized bed where he saw Kazui sleeping peacefully.

"Oi." Katsuki called but got no reponse. "Brat. Wake up. We're going to eat dinner."

Seeing his son won't wake up anytime soon, he picks him up and carries him in his arms. "Kazui, wake up. Ms. Y/n made us dinner. You spoiled brat."

Kazui lightly stirred in his father's arms before completely waking up, and rubbing his eyes. "Papa," he mumbled.

Katsuki only watched his son.

"Where's mama.." Kazui yawned and snuggled back into his arms.

Katsuki was frozen in his place. Shocked, confused, angry? He doesn't know what to feel when he once again heard his son looking for his mother.

"Why are you looking for her?" Katsuki asked, hoping he would get a response despite knowing how drowsy his son is.

"Mama Y/n.."

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livwritesstuff · 2 months

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i’ve been very quiet so srry - my week started with my annual performance review (which went well) and ended with an emergency surgery (also went well) so…a lot going on to say the least

this is a deleted scene from the first chapter of plant a seed

When Robin called, Steve and Eddie were in the phase of newborn parenthood where they froze every single time the phone rang (because said newborn was napping more often than not and when she was, there was a 50% chance minimum the phone would wake her up).

So when Robin called and the ringing of the phone broke the otherwise peaceful silence, Steve froze and he waited. When the baby didn't wake up, Steve exhaled a sigh of relief and answered the call.

"This is Steve."

"Hey Steve-o!"

Steve immediately recognized the voice as Robin's – of course he did, even if he hadn't heard it since she and Nancy left for a work trip in Japan a little over a month ago.

“Oh shit,” Steve said, because this means that Robin and Nancy are finally home, finally back in their Boston apartment fifteen minutes away from his and Eddie's in Cambridge instead of the opposite side of the entire world, “You’re home!”

“Yep,” Robin replied, popping the P, “That plane was a million degrees, I’m pretty sure. No more August flights if I have any say in it. Anyways – wanted to let you know we made it back unscathed. What’s new with you guys?”

“Uh…” Steve began, not totally sure where to start, because Robin didn't know about the baby he and Eddie had been placed with two weeks ago and she certainly didn't know that they're going to adopt her (because they'd landed on that decision that very day – about two hours ago, to be specific), “Well–”

“Hey, do you still have those placements?" Robin interrupted, "The kids who like to read the Goosebumps books?”

“Oh,” Steve blinked, “No. They went back with their mom a couple days after you left.”

“Damn. Been a while. Forgot this trip was longer than usual – wait, so are you between placements now, then? Hey, we should finally make that trip to P-Town!”

"Might need a raincheck on that," Steve said with a laugh, because at the moment a trip to the goddamn grocery store required at least a day's worth of planning, "We've got another placement right now – a newborn. We've had her for, uh, for just under two weeks, pretty sure."

“Shit, a newborn?" Robin repeated.

Steve faintly heard Nancy's voice, though he couldn't make out exactly what she was saying. He listened as Robin recounted to her what he'd just said, then started to laugh.

"Nancy just said that if she misses out on a chance to hold a new baby, she'll kill you," Robin told him, "Any idea when she might move on?”

Steve paused for a second. He and Eddie had decided earlier that they wouldn’t be telling anyone about the baby until the adoption was finalized, but…it’s Robin.

He doesn’t think he’s ever kept a secret from Robin before, certainly not something this big and certainly not for very long.

He has to tell her.

“We’re, uh, we’re actually adopting her.”

Robin was silent.

Then –

“Holy shit – Steve.”

And then –

“I’m coming over right now. Immediately. Wait–” Robin stopped, “Damn, I can’t be a dick and come over unannounced anymore, can I? Because you guys have a baby. A baby. And she’s gonna be yours? What the fuck? Wait, let me start over.”

Robin paused long enough to take a deep breath.

“Steve Harrington – my best friend who’s finally fulfilling a lifelong dream of becoming a dad – when will you allow us to come and be formally introduced to our niece?”

Truth be told, Steve wouldn’t say no to a visit from Robin and Nancy that day (especially after the our niece comment), but their case worker had just started faxing over all the paperwork to get the ball rolling on the adoption process and Steve has a feeling that he might catch Eddie trying to fill that shit out as it came out of the machine so tonight they might be a little occupied.

"Tomorrow?" he suggested.

"Morning?" Robin added.

Steve laughed, "Sure. Tomorrow morning."

"Bright and early, dad. Holy fuck, I can't believe you're a dad."

"You can't?"

"No, I totally can."

#remember faxing?#i don't but it was def a thing in 2001 #liv’s steddie dads verse #stobin #steddie #steve harrington #robin buckley #ronance #-> hesitant to tag bc ik folks get annoyed when steddie content clogs up the ronance tag but this is mostly stobin - will delete if asked

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gurofushi · 10 months

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a–tt–en–t–i–on

꣑୧ tsukishima kei x fem! reader. (fluff)

summary; it had been a long day and you were craving for your boyfriend's attention. thing is, all his attention was being occupied by some stupid mobile game.

warnings; nsfw implications but dw nothing actually happens, mentions of murder (in video games but ill put this here just in case) <3

(apologies for any grammar mistakes, english is not my first language^^)

“you have slain an enemy!”

you silently grumbled to yourself as you watched tsukishima furiously tap and slide his fingers against his phone's screen.

you had just gotten home from a long shift at work and now, all you wanted to do was to lay down and cuddle with your boyfriend of 6 months.

much to your dismay, he didn't seem to have any interest in getting comfy with you any time soon.

tsukishima had his eyes fixed on the game, occasionally furrowing his eyebrows and clenching his jaw as his long, slender fingers skilfully moved along his screen in quick motions.

you had to admit it though, he looked so attractive like this.

but you were too tired and pissed at the moment, so you kept your cool.

time had passed, you ended up just sitting there at the edge of your bed and patiently waited for him to finish the match.

‘he's been playing for 30 minutes now, how much longer is this match going to take?!’

you thought as you sighed and decided that you would just lay down next to him, not caring about cuddles anymore.

you turned your body away from him and pulled out your own phone to entertain yourself before you went to sleep.

tsukishima knew you were upset.

he felt so bad and wanted to put away his phone as soon as you entered the room, but he couldn't do so cause yamaguchi, hinata and kenma were playing with him.

the four teamed up and started a group call, despite all of then being to focused to say anything (hinata was screaming at the top of his lungs because he kept dying).

he figured that since he was playing as a party with his friends, he could end the match faster and smother you with cuddles right after.

he was dead wrong, though.

hinata was having problems with his connection, resulting in him being targeted by the enemy team as easy prey.

tsukishima ended up having to carry the rest of his team and did most of the killing, while his teammates pushed through the enemy base.

after a long and painful 43 minutes, the match finally ended with his team's victory.

he was, unsurprisingly, crowned the mvp and got sent a few praises by both his teammates and the enemy's team.

he payed no mind to them though, immediately exiting the game and hanging up on his friends before he placed his phone on the bedside table.

he finally turned to you and shot you an apologetic look, even though you couldn't see it since you were facing the other way.

you nearly jumped when you felt tsukishima wrap his arms around your waist.

the blonde had pressed himself up against you and you could feel his hot breath on your neck.

you almost melted in his touch, but you quickly swallowed your feelings back in when you remembered that you were still mad at him for ignoring you.

“y/n,” he called you in a soft tone, yet his voice was hoarse.

you pretended that you didn't hear him, but he knew damn well that you heard him.

“look at me, please.” he said, gently grabbing your chin to turn at him.

when he saw that you still refused to look at him, he spoke up again.

“'m sorry, baby,” he apologized. “i should've stopped playing earlier–.. but im here now. im all yours, doll.”

your eyes shifted to look at him with a longing gaze.

he was stunned when you immediately wrapped your hands around him and shoved your head into the crook of his neck.

“stupid game..” he chuckled at your grumpy remark and placed his hands on your back to rub comforting circles against your thin pyjamas.

he placed a small kiss on the top of your head and continued to listen to you grumbling about how much you despised that game of his.

“i know, baby, i know.”

+ bonus! (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)☆

“hey, how'd you do that by the way?” you asked after you finished ranting to him about how jealous you always felt whenever his friends got to play with him everyday on that stupid game.

“do what?” he raised an eyebrow.

“you knowww.. that.”

“i can't understand you when you're being all cryptic with your words like that, y/n. speak up.”

you sighed in embarrassment, you felt like you probably shouldn't have said that, knowing well that tsukishima would never let you live peacefully once he knew that you found his fingers attractive.

“..howdidyoumoveyourfingerssoquicklylikethat? iswearialmostgotdizzywatchingthemmovebackandforthlikethat.”

(translation: how did you move your fingers so quickly like that? i swear i almost got dizzy watching them move back and forth like that.)

“what?”

“what.”

he simply laughed, finding it amusing that you got so flustered by just watching his fingers earlier.

“practice. lots of it. you wanna test and see just how fast they can go, doll?”

“what.”

#i love him sm #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #tsukishima kei #tsukishima kei x reader #tsukishima x reader #tsukishima scenarios #tsukishima fluff

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zegrasdrysdale · 5 months

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Can you write a pregnancy scare with Jamie?

[ not our time ] j. drysdale

paring : Jamie Drysdale x fem!reader

summary : after she’s late for her period, (Y/N) tells Jamie about her suspicions and he tells her to take a pregnancy test to make sure

warning(s) : mentions of pregnancy

author’s note : i’ve been wanting to write something like this so ty for requesting :)

quick announcement : i’ve made a google form you can submit to be added to (or taken off) the taglist that will be at the end of every fic from here on out !

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The only reason she didn't immediately get on the phone with Jamie was because she knew he is on a plane and on his way back from his week-long roadie to the east coast. She probably won'[t even tell him when he walks in the door because she knows how tired he's going to be.

She should. She could be carrying his baby.

Getting sick when she doesn't normally throw up was definitely a red flag. Then she realized she's late for her period. She's rarely ever late.

If she is pregnant, she wants Jamie to be there if the test comes back positive. She doesn't want him to be on a plane somewhere over the United States when she finds out she's carrying their child.

Before she can talk herself out of telling Jamie, a key jingles in the door and it swings open. (Y/N) looks over at the door to see a happy Jamie walk into the apartment. "Hi, baby," Jamie says.

"Hey," she replies as Jamie pulls his equipment bag and suitcase through the front door. "How was the trip? Congratulations on the wins against Philly, Buffalo, and Washington, by the way."

Jamie leaves his equipment bag by the door with his suitcase when he is finally inside. The door closes behind him and he walks over to the couch.

He tilts (Y/N)'s head back and presses a kiss to her lips. She smiles into the upside down kiss. "Wish you could've been there," he says as he pulls back. "Z set me up for an insane goal against Philly and I can't believe that it actually went into the net. That's Trevor, I guess."

"I saw the goal," she tells him. "It was very impressive, Jamie. I'm very proud of you."

A big smile forms on Jamie's lips and (Y/N) feels her heart flutter in her chest. He's so pretty, even now when he looks exhausted.

She decides in that moment to tell him.

"So, um, I have to tell you something you should know," (Y/N) says. She watches Jamie's smile falter. "It's nothing bad, I think, but it's something you should definitely know."

Jamie walks around the couch and sits next to her. "Is everything okay?" he questions. "I mean, did something happen?"

She gnaws on her bottom lip. "It's more like something didn't happen," she admits. "I haven't gotten my period yet and I've been really sick recently. I think I might be pregnant. I haven't taken a test yet because I wanted you here in case."

Another smile breaks out on his lips. "You might be pregnant?" he asks. "Oh my God. That's amazing. Do you need me to run to the store and grab tests? Snacks? Anything you need."

"I have tests," she tells him. "I just haven't taken one yet. I've been waiting for you to get back."

"Go do it," Jamie replies. "I'll be right here when you get the results."

She nods and gets off the couch. "I'll be right here."

With shaking hands, she grabs the box of three pregnancy tests out of the drawer in the bathroom. She pees on all three of them and sets them on the sink counter while she waits for the results.

(Y/N) sits on the floor with her back against the counter that the tests are sitting on. Her head leans against the counter and her eyes are closed while she waits.

Honestly, she doesn't know what kind of results she's hoping for.

If it's positive then she will love this baby with everything in her. It's a part of both of them and she will love them with her entire heart. If it's negative then it's just not their time and they can actually try later on.

It isn't the end of the world if these tests come back negative.

A soft knock rings throughout the bathroom. "You okay?" jamie asks through the door. "Do you need anything?"

"Can you come in?" she asks.

The door slowly swings open and (Y/N) stands up in front of the tests. "Did you look yet?" She shakes her head in reply. "Come on. Lets look together, okay?"

She nods and Jamie takes her hand. With a sigh, she turns around and looks down at the tests on the countertop.

One line on every single one of them. All of them are negative.

"Maybe it's too early," she tells Jamie. "I'm only a few days late for my period." Tears prick her eyes and it surprises her. She didn't think she would be this upset at a negative pregnancy test.

Jamie's happy smile when she told him that she might be pregnant pops into her mind and it breaks her heart. The tears roll down her cheeks.

"(Y/N), baby," Jamie coos. "It's okay. It just isn't our time right now."

She wraps her arms around his torso and buries his face into his chest while silent tears run down her face. "You were so happy when I told you I thought I was pregnant," she says. "I'm sorry, Jamie."

"We'll have a baby one day," Jamie tells her. "I promise. One day those results will be positive."

(Y/N) nods and feels Jamie wrap his arms around her shoulders. "I didn't think I'd be this upset," she admits. "I haven't even thought about having kids until there was a possibly I was having a kid."

He backs away and looks down at her. "I want kids with you," Jamie tells her. "Maybe when we're both more prepared, yeah?"

"Yeah," she agrees. "And when we talk more about it."

Jamie smiles and nods in agreement. "Do you want to eat some ice cream and watch Criminal Minds?" he asks. "I think we have a little bit left if you want some ice cream."

"Absolutely."

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canary3d-obsessed · 6 months

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Restless Rewatch: The Untamed, Episode 39 Part 3

(Masterpost) (Pinboard) (whole thing on AO3)

Warning! Spoilers for All 50 Episodes!

Days of Future Past

After they leave Yi City, the gang comes to a proper town where there is a lantern festival going on, or else it's just a town that is really nuts about lanterns.

The juniors go shopping, looking at random trinkets, cell-phone cases, sunglasses, and electric toys that will break as soon as you get them home. Wait, that's my local mall I'm thinking of. But it's the same idea, pretty much.

Judging by the dream catchers hanging up on the right, this particular Ancient-China kiosk is owned by a traveling Ojibwe person.

Sizhui experiences a callback to symbolism from the past as he looks at an array of toy insects.

Jin Ling toy shames him, and Lan Jingyi comes to his defense.

Toys are for every age, people. Even if you outgrow one style of play, there's a lot of ways to enjoy toys, including tucking them in your robe and pulling them out to look at them whenever you have a memory cascade.

When Sizhui was young, he looked at toys with Wei Wuxian. Wei Wuxian didn't give him the toys, however, because "asking is asking, buying is buying." For Wei Wuxian, there was always a vast chasm between what he wanted and what he could actually have. Lan Wangji, of course, promptly gave A-Yuan toys, including a version of this grass butterfly.

The last time we saw A-Yuan with the butterfly is the last time A-Yuan saw Wei Wuxian. WWX frightened him and he dropped his butterfly, and everything went to shit after that. So I think it's fair to say the butterfly symbolizes some stuff.

(More after the cut!)

Jingyi points out to Sizhui that they have all of this same stuff at home in Gusu, which is what happens in a franchise-based retail economy.

Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian enter the market together, but Wei Wuxian quickly runs ahead, enjoying the energy and the sights. Grown-up Lan Wangji, unlike his younger self, seems perfectly comfortable in this crowded and busy environment.

Lan Wangji pauses at a seller's stall to experience his own callback to the past, as he contemplates a lantern with rabbits on it.

Here the show the show restrains itself and does not show us a flashback to the rabbit lantern of the past. That's ok, though; the first lantern scene is one of the most memorable in the show, so we can just replay it in our heads.

Back then, Wei Wuxian made a special lantern for Lan Wangji, and they released it together. That was the first time we saw Lan Wangji smile, and it's also when Wei Wuxian's pledge of chivalry turned their mutual interest/attraction into something much deeper.

While Lan Wangji and Lan Sizhui are contemplating lost things from the past (sky lanterns, by their nature, are losses, but in a nice way), Wei Wuxian is confronting one of his own losses.

He sees a little kid running to a vendor, and his mind's eye sees A-Yuan.

Lan Wangji sees Wei Wuxian's reaction to the child, and he stops looking at the lantern to watch Wei Wuxian instead.

When Wei Wuxian realizes that the child is not, in fact, A-Yuan, the air goes out of him.

Is it too cruel of me to point out that while Wei Wuxian's heart is breaking from realizing that A-Yuan could not possibly be shopping for toys in this market, the real A-Yuan, Lan Sizhui, actually is shopping for toys in this market?

Wei Wuxian allows himself to feel things, for a moment--and when he turns around and sees Lan Wangji watching him, he doesn't immediately paste a fake smile onto his face, which is some kind of relationship growth.

Lan Wangji takes this opportunity to say "hey, Wei Ying, I forgot to mention that A-Yuan isn't dead."

Ha ha ha ha ha of course he doesn't say that. He's waiting for the right moment to share this information, and Lan Wangji has no idea what constitutes a right moment for verbalizing anything. If he can't use his sword to communicate his devotion or his disappointment, he's in a pickle.

Also, Lan Wangji is aware of the popular Wuxia trope of "lone survivor of a massacred clan grows up to seek revenge," and the rules say you can't reveal the survivor's identity until they have gotten a job as the bodyguard and/or concubine of their enemy's innocent heir. Sizhui has made a good start by befriending Jin Ling, but he's not showing much inclination to revenge, so Lan Wangji is stuck for now.

Like a Lantern in the Dark

When Wei Wuxian sees the lantern next to Lan Wangji, he breaks into a genuine, sunny smile, and runs up to very gently tease LWJ about it.

Like a lantern in the dark, Follow on now, follow your heart

Back then the lantern had a single rabbit, and was a gift from Wei Wuxian. Lan Wangji said he's used to doing things alone, and Wei Wuxian said that he can change. This rabbit lantern has two rabbits, and is about to be a gift from Lan Wangji to Wei Wuxian. Because Lan Wangji has changed.

"Lan Zhan, let's buy it"

Wei Wuxian has also changed. He asks for what he wants, instead of just wishing, and is delighted when Lan Wangji gives it to him. The lantern, people. Lan Wangji gives the lantern to him.

They take the lantern together, walk with it together, and immediately give it to (their son) Sizhui, telling him to take good care of it. Sizhui is confused but Jingyi knows what's up. Look how happy he is that his favorite teacher has a boyfriend.

I'm pretty sure ceremonial lantern-giving is going to be incorporated into Gusu weddings from now on, at least weddings where there is already a kid who needs a special role in the ceremony.

Brotherly

The kids tell Lan Wangji that Zewu-Jun is here to see him, and Lan Wangji makes this face:

Holy fuck, what is going on between the Lan brothers? It occurs to me that we haven't seen them together since Wei Wuxian came back to life. They were close, in the before times, but 33 lashes and 3 years of forced seclusion might have changed things.

Wei Wuxian gets back into his mask, and they go and show the sword spirit to Lan Xichen. Lan Xichen...absorbs it...into his body? What is actually happening here?

I mean, it looks cool, but that can't be healthy.

Now that Nie Mingjue's body has been - mostly - found, his fears are confirmed. He says that Nie Mingjue qi-deviated in public and "all his veins were broken," which I'm pretty sure should actually be translated "all his meridians were broken." Meridians are what carry your qi around your body. After that happened, nobody knew what happened to him and/or his body.

So he's sad about this, but not shocked. I feel like Lan Xichen maybe could have tried harder to find out what happened, but he never was as stubborn as Lan Wangji.

You Don't Know Him Like I Do

Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji point out that Jin Guangyao is the obvious suspect in the current situation, but Lan Xichen doesn't want to hear it; he literally turns his back on them while he explains all the reasons Jin Guangyao couldn't be the person who's in control of the Yin tiger seal.

Lan Wangji is hard to read in this conversation; he lets Wei Wuxian do the talking. But he seems deeply suspicious of Jin Guangyao, and is maybe kinda resigned to his brother refusing to hear him.

I wonder how many sketchy things Lan Xichen has forgiven, over the years? How many does Lan Wangji know about?

"He wouldn't do that"

Lan Xichen's statement here is a direct parallel to Lan Wangji's statement way back in epsiode 21, which is the last time we saw the brothers talking about anything besides battle strategy.

Back then, Lan Xichen asked about the deaths at the supervisory office - you know, all those people who killed themselves in horrible ways and/or were killed by vengeful spirits. He wanted to know if WWX killed them using Yin Iron. Lan Wangji said nope, not my sweetie, he sure didn't.

"He wouldn't do anything like that."

Same framing, same camera angle, same blocking. Same message: the one I love would not do bad things using Yin iron. But - here's the thing - Lan Wangji was flat-out lying in that earlier conversation. He saw Wei Wuxian doing forbidden stuff and got in a huge-ass fight with him about it, only to deny it to his brother.

Parallels being what they are in this show, I think this is a strong suggestion that Lan Xichen is knowingly lying in the current conversation.

If we look back at that previous conversation, when Lan Wangji asked Lan Xichen "how can we understand someone's heart?" Lan Xichen gave a surprising answer.

"When looking at someone, you[...]shouldn't use a clear right or wrong, black or white to judge them. What matters is what their heart believes in."

When this conversation happened, it seemed that he was giving Lan Wangji advice about his Wei Wuxian situation, but in retrospect, I think he was thinking about Meng Yao, who had recently murdered a guy and defected to the Wen clan.

In the present moment, I think Lan Xichen knows that Jin Guangyao is sketchy, but he also believes there are some lines his friend won't cross. (He doesn't know yet about the fratricide, patricide, and filicide, or the massacre of the sex workers in the brothel where JGY grew up.) I don't think any of these guys really believes that "Yin iron" is one of those uncrossable lines.

The conversation is interrupted by the juniors having a loud argument inside about whether Wei Wuxian is The Worst, or merely bad. Lan Sizhui started this by very very mildly defending demonic cultivators. Jin Ling is super upset, because of the whole "Wei Wuxian killed my dad" and "Uncle Jiang Cheng frequently reminds me to kill people like Wei Wuxian and feed them to my dog" situation.

Lan Wangji immediately drops the important conversation he is having to go inside and deal with the more important problem of a child talking shit about his boyfriend.

Busted

The moment that Lan Wangji goes inside, Lan Xichen addresses Wei Wuxian by name, letting him know that he's recognized him. Watching him fondle his untouchable didi's shoulder might have been a clue. Wei Wuxian is alarmed but makes a quick recovery.

Lan Xichen is surprisingly kind to Wei Wuxian at the same time as being extremely extremely wary of him. He's not pleased to see him, and Wei Wuxian's 1000 watt smile and apparently genuine pleasure in greeting him properly receives a chilly response.

Wei Wuxian gently asks Lan Xichen to think about what they've discussed, but he doesn't press. He gives him time and space to think. In a way, Wei Wuxian is better at handling Lan Xichen than Lan Wangji is; Lan Wangji's stubbornness makes him inclined to push. Wei Wuxian is better at fitting his tactics to the situation.

He says his bit and then leaves Lan Xichen to think things over in peace.

Soundtrack: Follow the Heart by Yaima

#restless rewatch: the untamed #lan xichen #lan wangji #lanterns #twin prides #canary3d-original #the untamed gifs #the untamed #ep39

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jaketswine · 1 year

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sundays

little sunday afternoon Jake blurb because all i want is to curl up and take a nap with him..

You woke this morning a bit earlier than you usually would on a Sunday, but for a good reason. Scrolling through your phone yesterday afternoon, you found an advertisement for a local farmer’s market that you and Jake had been promising to visit since you moved to the new town. You were intent on going, hopping out of bed and excitedly dressing for the day.

The only downside was, this would be a solo date today. Jake had gotten back from the studio much later than usual last night– 3:15 if you remember correctly.

At any rate, you had decided to let Jake rest instead of dragging him around with you.

Browsing around the market, you found so many things by local artisans you knew Jake would love, promising the vendors that your boyfriend would be back with you the following weekend to check it out.

You grabbed a few produce items on your way out, hoping to be able to forgo your grocery trip for at least a few more days.

While you walked, you wondered what Jake was doing– if he had gotten out of bed or not, hoping he was well-rested, whatever he was doing.

Arriving home you made gentle movements, trying to stay quiet as best you could, just in case.

Putting your items away, you made note that you didn't hear him stirring within the house. No new lights had been turned on, and the coffee you had made was still resting at the same measure marker it had been after your cup.

Using the lightest step you could manage, you made your way to your shared room, easing the door open gently, soft snores immediately sounding from inside the room

Easing over to him, you crawl up onto the bed, sitting on your knees next to him, admiring his sleeping form– sprawled out on his stomach, head resting on one arm, while the other is thrown across your vacant side of the bed, his hair laying out in every direction.

Reaching your hand out, you run your fingers over his arm, lightly scratching the skin there. He stirs just slightly at the touch, letting out a sleepy groan. Hoping to wake him more, you bend your head down toward him to whisper in his ear, “Good morning sleeping beauty.” Adding a light kiss to the tip of his ear before pulling away.

Being awake just enough to give you a tired grin, he moved his free hand to grab yours, lacing your fingers together. Squinting up at you, he yawned, rolling over onto his back and stretching the arm he had been laying on over his head. “What time is it?”

Watching him in this half-awake state caused your heart to grow even softer, smiling lovingly down at him. “It’s around eleven, I just got back home. You hungry? Want me to make you something?”

Ignoring your question, he gave a confused look, “Got back home? From where?”

“That farmer’s market we’ve been eyeing. You're going to love it.” You knew he may not like that answer, and braced for a passive-aggressive comment.

Instead, he groaned, lifting his whole upper body off the bed to wrap his arms around you, effectively pulling you down on top of him.

He nuzzled his chin into the top of your head, allowing you to snuggle your face into his neck, giving it a gentle kiss.

“I’m glad you enjoyed it baby, I can't wait to go back with you next time.” You smiled into him hearing his reply, and went to speak, but he beat you to it.

“I am gonna need some form of repayment from you though. You know, leaving your poor helpless boyfriend here all by himself,” he giggled.

Having expected some comment of this nature to begin with, you just smiled, tilting your head up to look at him, “Yeah? And what might my poor helpless boyfriend need?”

Rolling his eyes, he met your gaze, then let his eyes fall shut, “About two more hours. Right here. Just like this.”

Absolutely loving the sound of that, you cuddled up to him that much closer, allowing him to fully engulf you with his body, “Sounds great to me.”

You let the room fall silent for a moment, then spoke up again, “Are you sure you're not hungry? Because I can go make us a something real qui–”

“Shhhhhhh shhh,” he cut you off, “Just stay here. Please.” Please. That one word from his mouth would cause you to do anything he asked.

So you stayed right where you were, not that it was a problem with you. You had always loved Sunday afternoon naps with him.

Tilting your head up, you placed a light kiss to his jaw, receiving a hum of response and a tight squeeze of his arms around you. “I love you, y/n.”

You knew he meant it, and you were so glad he did, “I love you, Jake.”

You stayed there, curled up in his arms, your head on his chest, his head on yours, basking in the early afternoon light that streamed through the blinds.

You lay there, listening to his deep breathing, and light snores.

Marveling at the fact that you were the one who gets to love him, and the one who gets to be loved by him.

Wondering how you got so lucky.

Wishing every day could be just like this.

Wishing every day could be Sunday.

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spooky-bunnys · 11 months

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Draken's Brother Part 5

Something didn't feel right to Takemichi. When he left the bathroom in (Name)'s hospital room, he expected Chifuyu to be on watch. Since Taiju was guarding the door from outside. But when he walked out Chifuyu wasn't there.

He checked on (Name) real quick then, then cracked open (Name)'s door. He saw Taiju...but it looked like he was sleeping. Wait. This might be the attack! Takemichi closed the door quickly. He wasn't sure if he should lock it. Cause what if Chifuyu came back?

Takemichi checked for his phone before he realized, he left it with Chifuyu before he went to the bathroom. So that means....Takemichi can't contact anyone. Oh no. He can't contact anyone. Wait...didn't (Name) have his phone on him, when he dropped?

Takemichi opened the closet where he knows, Draken put (Name)'s stuff in case he woke up. Laying right on top of his clothes, was (Name)'s phone. Takemichi let out a sigh of relief. Wait. He opened (Name)'s phone.

64% was left of the phone's battery. Takemichi slumped into the seat beside (Name)'s bed. Okay so he had some type of contact with the others. Takemichi thought for a moment before calling his number. It rang for a few seconds before he heard Chifuyu's voice.

"Hello? (Name)?" "No it me. Where are you?" It was quiet for a few moments. "Hinata called your phone while you were in the bathroom. She said she it was an emergency. So I came to help. I thought if I did it. The future would change since you're still with (Name)."

He had a good point. According to the future, it was Takemichi that had left (Name) by himself, to help Hinata. But since Chifuyu and Taiju are helping. (Name) won't be by himself. Takemichi heard the door open. But when he turned expecting a doctor, he was met with a male in a mask

He knew that this was the attack. "Chifuyu it's starting! Get here quick!" Takemichi immediately closed the phone, and stood protectively in front of (Name)'s bed. He wasn't going to let anything happen to (Name). Not while he's here.

The masked male stared at Takemichi and laughed. "This is all Toman could spare? Looks like I can knock you down with one punch. It was hard knocking out the ex black dragon leader. This will be easy!"

Before the guy could even throw the first punch. The hospital room door opened. Revealing a very pissed looked Taiju. "So you thought you knocked me out huh?"

Takemichi could tell this wasn't going according to plan. He could see how the guy froze up. "Good thing that vice-captain warned me." Wait. Chifuyu warned Taiju? "He told me the cry baby's girl friend had an emergency and you bastards would try something."

Takemichi let out a breath he didn't even know he was holding. So Chifuyu didn't tell Taiju anything. Just warned him. The masked male looked between the two. Takemichi had a feeling of what was gonna happen.

(Name) was safe behind him. The male would have to go through both of them, to get to (Name). They weren't gonna let anything happen to him. The masked guy clicked his tongue. "Great. This is gonna take longer then I was hoping."

The male pulled out his phone. Taiju already knew what the male was gonna do and snatched his and quickly, punched the male. Knocking him out and onto the ground.

A few moments later the door was kicked in. Many Toman captains entering. Draken quickly made his way to (Name) checking him over before relaxing. Draken turned towards Taiju and gave a deep bow.

"Thank you for protecting my brother!" Many members behind him bowed as well. Mikey walked up to Takemichi, face and arura serious. "What happened Mitchy?" Takemichi then explained what happened after he left the bathroom.

"But after he pulled out his phone Taiju took his phone and knocked him out. We have him tied in the bathroom." Mikey nodded along and waved Draken and Baji over.

"You two can interrogate him. I'll have Kokonoi come and see if he can recognize him. Mitchy, did the guy happen to have anything on him?" The air turned colder when Takemichi pulled out a syringe.

"He had this. We think he was gonna use it on (Name). Other then this, he didn't have anything else." Mikey nodded. Not taking his eyes off the syringe. Something clicked in Mikey's mind.

"That liquid...." Mikey snatched the syringe from Takemichi then ran to (Name)'s tubes. "I knew it!" Mikey quickly pulled out the tube connected to (Name). Draken, Baji, and Taiju immediately started yelling.

"OI! Mikey! Put that back!" "The fuck Mikey!?" "You better put that fucking back!" Mikey silenced them when he turned showing the how the liquid in the syringe matched the liquid being given to (Name).

"The reason (Name)'s Omega is gone. Is because it's being medicated to stay gone." Wait do that would mean-"The fuckers are on the inside too." Takemichi paled. If they're on the inside. Then there's no telling what they've put in (Name).

Draken slowly made his way over. Looking at the medication being pumped inside his brother, and then stared at the syringe. "How long has this been pumped into him?" That made Takemichi remember something. "A nurse changed his bag about 30 minutes ago."

Draken clinched his fists. Baji spoke up breaking the gowing silence. "What does this mean?" Draken turned tears going down his face. "(Name) might have lost his Omega for good." Nobody said anything. Eyes wide open. Jaws dropped. Hearts broken.

They knew what that meant. If (Name) doesn't have his Omega, he won't survive for long. Baji marched towards the bed. Teeth gritted. Fists clinched. He looked down at (Name). He looked so ill. "What if I mark him?"

Heads snapped to his directin. "What?" Draken was surprised by the question. Baji sighed heavily. Running his hand through (Name)'s hair. Pulling it away from his face. "I asked. What if I mark him? Would it bring his Omega back out if he's there?"

The air was so heavy. Draken thought about it. What if (Name) was marked? What would happen? "I don't know. I never thought about that honestly." Baji brushed his lips against (Name)'s forehead. "I swore that I would love (Name) no matter what."

Baji turned around. "I will stand by that statement." He then got on his knees and bowed to Draken, his head hit the floor making many members flinch. "I Baji Keisuke, ask you Ryuji Ken, permission to mark Ryuji (Name)."

Everyone stared at the first captain in awe. Nobody had ever seen him like this. Mikey stepped up beside Draken who was too shocked to speak. "Baji. Do you know what your doing? If this works you won't be able to ever go back."

Baji took a deep breath. "I've been in love with (Name) since we first met. The way the light would always shine on him just right. The way his laughter made me feel so warm and happy." Baji looked up seriousness write all over his face.

"I truly love him. He completes me. So please." He bowed again. "Let me mark him." Mikey placed a hand on Draken's shoulder. Catching said males attention. Draken looked heart broken for a moment.

"I-I give you permission." Baji bowed deeper before standing. He turned and made his way back to (Name)'s bed side. Everyone watched with anticipation. Baji pulled his hair back, and moved (Name)'s hair away from his neck.

As Baji unwrapped his sent gland, he saw the other bite. It wasn't deep but he knew this was gonna hurt. Unconscious or not. Baji took a deep breath, letting his fangs extend. Baji took one last look at (Name).

Then he bit down.

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letsgetrowdy43 · 13 days

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I want to hear more about Hayden’s birth

Okay, purr, so the second Quinn got on the flight to head to Edmonton for his third last game of the season Honey had her two best friends come over and help her take care of Warren because she knew she would be going into labour soon and wanted to make sure someone was there just in case for not only herself but also Warren.

It was kind of expected, but also she was really shocked and scared when she went into labour, mainly because Quinn wasn’t even in the same province and it was all happening so fast. One moment she was organizing the nursery with her one of best friends as the kids played in the playroom, and all of a sudden she just started getting contractions and then everything got really busy really fast. She called Quinn but he didn’t answer, cause he was on the ice, instead she left a short breathy voicemail and two short messages, and then she headed to the hospital.

She was actually pretty fine health-wise, but she was scared and felt really alone while waiting for Quinn. Even though one of her best friends was in the room she just needed her husband and a promise that he was gonna make it on time. Honey called his brothers and her family a few times to tell them that the baby was on the way and they chatted for a bit but then Quinn finally called her back and disrupted their peaceful phone call.

Quinn on the other hand was in a frenzy trying to get home. The second he read his text after doing his post-game interviews he was panicking trying to figure out the fastest route to get home.

He read the short "I'm in labour. Please come home" and immediately started to freak out that he was going to miss one of the singlehandedly important moments of his life. The second she picks up the phone he's like "Please tell me I didn't miss it" Honey just laughs at his slight panic, "Quinn I've been in labour all of an hour and a half, you have time," she laughs but then the laughs turn into tears, "I do need you to hurry up though, I really need you here," she sniffles into the phone which sends Quinn into an even deeper frenzy.

All the other dads in the locker room get it, but also are like "Act like you've been here before my god??" cause he is so all over the place and he has plenty of time to get home in time. He thankfully made it in time, and Hayden was born just a few short hours later.

Quinn definitely cried when he had his first kid, but there was something about having a little girl that had him really emotional, cause she was the most precious thing he had ever laid his eyes on. Honey had stayed pretty strong on the crying, but watching him interact with his daughter definitely had her emotional, he just kept whispering short "thank you's" and "she's perfect, you're perfect's" to his wife which had her on the brink of tears.

Honey was literally a god, she had the perfect birth and the nursing staff were literal gems and helped her through all of it.

Hayden kind of looks like a blonde carbon copy of Quinn and it's the cutest thing ever, whereas Warren carries a few of Honey's traits, Hayden is just all Quinn.

Warren got dropped off in the afternoon after everyone had had some time to sleep and the doctors and nurses had finished all of the post-birth routines. He was very excited to see Quinn again, squeals leaving his lips as Quinn retrieved him from Honey's best friend, the two of them hugging at the entrance of the hospital before Quinn told him all about his baby sister.

The little boy was a little skeptical because she was crying when he first walked in the room, but the second she was gently placed in his lap it all changed, he kept saying how much he loved his baby Hayd and how pretty she was as she rested in his arms. This had almost every adult in the room in tears as his little hands traced patterns on his sister's head, her eyes closing as she fell asleep in his lap.

it was definitely hectic, but also so cute, and everyone is just super happy to have a healthy baby and mama!!

#thelittlesthughesau!!#quinn hughes #dad!quinn hughes #quinn hughes blurb

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angelsanarchy · 8 months

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One Long Weekend: - Clyde/YN One-Shot Series CH 14

"What happened son?" "I met a girl."

Tagging: @roryculkinluvr @siriuslymooned @cc-luvr @crypticsewerslut @icarus-star @desert-springtime @shady-the-simp @izuoyarmin

SUNDAY, 9:00PM

Clyde stood at the laundromat for two hours doing his dirty laundry. He tried to keep his mind focused on anything but Y/N but he just couldn't stop looking at his phone. He realized he never got her phone number which made him feel like an idiot. Snow had texted him throughout the day asking if he had heard from her yet and by the afternoon time, he finally asked her to stop asking because it was bumming him out.

He kicked around the apartment for awhile, cleaning random things. His apartment had never looked so put together, even when he moved in. Johnny had stopped in to see if he wanted to go to a show tonight but when he saw the state of the apartment, he was worried.

"Dude...are you moving out or something?" Johnny ran his hand on the kitchenette counter and it wasn't sticky for a change.

"No I just...I can't stop thinking about Y/N and the possibility that I may have fucked up. I've been trying to stay busy all day but she hasn't called or texted...nothing." Johnny knew that Clyde wasn't someone who put himself out there romantically. He knew he was really into Y/N when he finally stepped up and asked her out because usually he would provide safe haven for people and let them drift off into the night whenever they wanted to. She was different. He could tell his best friend really cared about this girl.

"Did you ask Snow if maybe she's called her? I mean I know she's got her number because she sent pictures to her from the other night." Johnny tried and Clyde's eyes went wide.

"Snow has her number?! She didn't say that!" Clyde snatched his phone up and started texting Snow immediately. She apologized and sent him her number and the photos she had.

"Look, I don't want to leave you here like this man. Why not just come out for a little bit to take your mind off of things. She'll call. She was definitely into you. Beau was actually butthurt she turned him down for you." Clyde looked at Johnny.

"She did?" He asked almost desperately.

"Yeah man! You've gotta stop shitting on yourself. That's my job!" Johnny put him in a headlock and Clyde pinched his nipple.

"I'm good here man. I might take a drive later just to grab groceries but I'll hit you up. Thanks for having my back." Clyde held his hand out and Johnny dapped him up, pulling their hands to his chest in a side hug.

Clyde considered actually going to the grocery store just to restock in case Y/N just randomly showed up but first he tried to text, just to check in.

"Hey, it's Clyde. I was thinking about you and wanted to check in." Clyde sent the text, thumb shaking over the SEND button for a few moments before he let it fly. He sat on the couch, bouncing his knee up and down for about 10 minutes before pacing back and forth, biting his thumbnail.

"Jesus I'm fucking losing it." Clyde raked his hands through his hair and pocketed his phone. He walked out of the apartment, jumping in the van and batting the idea of doing a drive by around in his head. He had no idea what she drove so checking the lot for a car was pointless. He kept checking his phone but the message still went unanswered. He cruised past her apartment complex but there weren't any lights on.

"Okay if she's not home, why isn't she answering her phone?" Clyde said outloud to himself.

"Fuck it." He dialed the number and waited.

"The number you are trying to reach is currently not available."

Clyde felt like he had been punched in the gut. He tossed his phone on the seat and shook his head. This wasn't like him. He wasn't this guy and he hated that he was acting this crazy. He pulled away from her apartment and just started driving. He didn't want to go back to his apartment and he didn't want to be around anyone so he went to the last place anyone would look for him.

He knew it was late but he didn't see a car in the driveway which meant either no one was home or he was about to walk in and create chaos. He used the key and made sure to enter the code in the keypad before the alarm sounded but he jumped when his dad popped around the corner.

"Jesus Clyde! You scared the hell out of me. What are you doing here?" His dad was holding a carton of milk in one hand and his cellphone in the other.

"I...um...I don't know if Shelly is home or not but I was wondering if I could stay here tonight." Clyde tucked his hair behind his ear and his Dad knew something was wrong. Clyde never asked to do many things. He usually would just do things and try to charm people into not being pissed about it. Despite being kicked out of the home, Clyde had a decent relationship with his dad. He was always kind of a little shit to his step mom and shooting the dog didn't help but his dad was actually grateful. They both couldn't handle watching the dog suffer any longer.

"She's out of town so you can stand down." Clyde relaxed and followed his dad into the kitchen.

"Are you hungry? I was about to make some cereal." He grabbed Clyde a bowl knowing the boy stayed hungry but Clyde shook his head.

"Is everything okay? You never turn down food." His dad sat down at the table and Clyde stayed in the corner, arms crossed bouncing on his feet.

"Yeah I'm...I'm fine. I just have a lot on my mind." Clyde didn't meet his dad's gaze until the screech of the chair legs across the floor sounded, his dad extending his arm inviting him to sit. Clyde did and started biting his thumb again.

"What happened son?" His dad was beginning to really worry.

"I met a girl." Clyde breathed.

"Oh God! Is she pregnant? Is she okay? How long-"

"No God no! Nothing like that. I just...I've never felt like this before and I keep thinking I already fucked it up or if I hadn't then I absolutely will." Clyde rambled.

"Oh...well that's good. Not that you think you'll fuck it up but that, you know...no babies...not yet anyway. You know I wouldn't mind being a grandpa just not...you know, right now." Clyde shook his head. It was times like this where he knew what traits he got from him and what he got from his mom, which wasn't much.

"You think you love her?" Clyde looked at him pained.

"Yeah...I'm pretty sure I do which is crazy. I mean we spent two days together and I can't stop thinking about her but I don't know! How do you know? I've never been in love before." Clyde racked his hands through his hair and his dad reached out to him.

"Son, you've got to take a breath. Love isn't something that should make you carry dread. You have a big heart so the idea of falling in love with someone can be scary but if the person truly has the same feelings, they'll never make you feel that dread." Clyde nodded at his dad.

"What if she doesn't realize I'm like this? What if she finds out I've been freaking out about her all day and she's too overwhelmed by it...by me?" His dad laughed.

"Clyde, if she spent even two hours with you, I'm sure she knows that you are a hurricane of chaos but in the best way. You've just got to let her meet you halfway." Clyde felt like that would be impossible. He was so anxious about the whole situation that he didn't know if he liked feeling like this if it was what love was.

His phone beeped in his pocket and his heart jumped. He pulled his phone from his pocket and frowned.

"Is it her?" His dad inquired.

"No just Snow." Clyde opened the message and saw it was a picture of him and Y/n from last night. She was sitting on his lap, arm around his neck and they were both laughing. She had her eyes on him and looked comfortable being so connected to him. He looked truly happy just being able to be in her presence.

"This is Y/N. Snow must have taken it the other night." Clyde didn't usually show his dad photos of his friends because he knew how all of them looked out on the town.

"She's very pretty. She seems to be pretty infatuated with you..unless she just likes to sit on everyone's lap and wrap her arms around them." Clyde chuckled.

"No actually. She's pretty good about her personal space." Clyde said making his dad laugh.

"Just not when it comes to you...I wonder why that might be? I think she might like you a little bit." Clyde rolled his eyes.

"You look like you need sleep kid. Go upstairs, get comfortable and if you head out early, please let your old man know. Things will work themselves out. You just have to let it fall into place." His dad gripped his shoulder and Clyde nodded. He didn't come to his dad too often for these sorts of talks but he could tell it meant a lot to him. Clyde climbed the stairs and flopped down on his bed unsure of how he was just supposed to sleep.

#Electrick Children #Clyde #Clyde x YN #YN/Reader fic #One Shot Series #One Long Weekend #One Long Weekend Series #Rory Culkin #Culkin Cult #I promise these sad ones have a good build up for happy good shit #14/18

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authoressofdarkness · 9 months

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Summer Bingo Fill: Public Claiming @starkerfestivals

A little twist on this prompt born from seeing this idek how old post from @monster-cock69 this morning and frantically writing this in less than 30 minutes. This is completely unbetaed and straight from the dredges of my brain, fair warning.

Idk if anyone has written anything based off of it yet but still, I hope they (and all of you) enjoy it! (Mafia typical violence here, but nothing too graphic!)

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Peter thanks every being in the universe that his jacket is still on as he rounds the corner, stumbling. It does nothing for the cold that seems to come from somewhere inside him right now, but there's another reason he is glad he has it, right?

He's lost a lot of blood – just enough for the world to feel fuzzy around the edges. There's a shallow slice on his throat that is weeping small tears of blood from where he very narrowly avoided having his throat cut a few minutes ago, and a split above his eyebrow from hitting his face on… something, he doesn't remember. It's all kind of a blur, now, and all he remembers is the gleam of metal, the way the turned down lights reflected off of it just right, and the punishing grip on his thighs.

He can't remember how he escaped or even how he got here, only that he'd ran and now he's here, however many blocks away from the club where he'd started and he's probably still being pursued. He needs to hide. No, he needs help.

But who would come running for someone like him? Not the police. The club hasn't stopped those people from coming in with the weapons, had escorted them to a private room, might have known–

Take this, sweetheart. Just in case.

Peter's hand goes to the breast pocket of his poor excuse for a jacket at the memory. Everyone knew who Tony Stark was. Peter isn't oblivious to who his regular customers are, though he would never dare even make eye contact with a man like that outside of work, especially not if they were a client. Rules and such.

The criminal had tucked the card in his pocket at the end of their last little tryst, and Peter had let him, though he had no intention of ever using it. But now…

Shouting in the distance breaks through the fog making its way across Peter's brain, kicking him into action. Now isn't the time to be indecisive. And worrying about his life or his job after this was moot if he didn't survive.

He finds the nearest dumpster and crawls behind it, trying not to gag at the smell. His phone is somehow still tucked in the band of his fishnets, probably kept in place by the silky scarf tied around his hips. He pulls it out with shaking hands, retrieves Stark's card, and waits.

It cuts off after the second ring. Peter thinks he's been hung up on for a moment until a voice snaps into the silence, "Speak."

"Mr. Stark?" Oh God, he sounds like a literal child. If he even recognizes him—

"Peter?" The ice melts out of Stark's voice immediately, replaced with something like urgency. "What's wrong?"

"I–" The sob sticks in his throat, and the words stop. He can't summarize the horrors of what just happened, and the reality of how cold he is and the voices getting nearer is starting to set in. "They tried to–" His voice falters again.

Stark doesn't push him for the details. He hears the rustling on the other line, and something that might have been a door slamming. "Who?"

"I don't know– 'm cold, Mr. Stark, and I don't really remember– just ran–"

"It's okay, I'll take care of it, Peter. You did good to get away. Where are you now?"

"Dunno– went out the back door and kinda ran–"

"The back door of the club?"

"Yeah–"

"We'll find you. Are you safe now?"

Peter stops to listen. "I'm not sure, I think someone followed me– I'm hiding, but–"

"Stay hidden. We'll find you."

The line goes dead.

Peter stares at the phone in his hand, wondering for a second if this was even real. His vision is swimming, and the sounds of pursuit that seemed so close a minute ago are hard for him to grasp now. He looks down and realizes there's blood coming from somewhere on his torso, another wound he must not have noticed, wasn't feeling because of the adrenaline rush, but– oh, it's a lot of blood, no wonder he feels like this.

Eventually the voices get close enough that they start to penetrate the fog on his mind again, but Peter is barely holding on to consciousness and any sense of fear or urgency is not quite tangible enough to make him move.

Someone hauls him out from behind the dumpster. Peter struggles, but there's no strength left behind the movement. A kick to the ribs sends him to the ground, sprawled face down on the concrete.

Words float to him as if in a dream.

"Move, Stark, and I'll blow his brains out right in front of you."

"You and I both know you intend to kill him anyway."

"True. But you're not going to get your gun up quick enough to kill me first."

Peter raises his head a little. Mr. Stark is there, maybe twenty feet away, silhouetted by the street lights on either end of the alley like some dark angel. The man's eyes are on Peter, and his lips turn up in a little smirk.

"I don't have to. You'll never touch anything that belongs to me again."

The gunshot that follows makes Peter jump. Which is good, because if he can jump, then he's not dead, which means it wasn't directed at him. He prefers being startled any day.

"About goddamn time, Happy, what took you so long–"

"Things at the club were messy, boss, you're not gonna like this one–"

The words turn into a droning background noise when Stark appears in front of him, kneeling to his level. "Peter, focus up, doll. Are you alright?"

Peter tries to nod, but his head just falls against Stark's foot limply. He's so tired. And cold, and–

"Peter." Stark sounds more frantic now. "Happy, find me a medic, now–"

"Everyone's a little busy right now–"

"I don't give a flying fuck– Peter, don't you dare go to sleep."

The words are directed at him. Somehow, Peter recognizes that much. Normally he wouldn't dare to disobey an order from Tony Stark, especially with that tone. But the frizzle of fear that runs down his spine isn't enough to stop him. His eyes are so heavy. He closes them before he can realize it.

The last thing he hears is Tony Stark swearing above him.

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It's also the first thing he hears when he comes to, just briefly, while they're working on him. The stinging in his side while they stitch him up – that has to be what they're doing, though the pain is dulled so much it's hard to be sure – is enough to pull him towards the surface of consciousness.

Peter thinks he's in a vehicle, if the subtle thrum of the engine is anything to go off of. But he's laid out comfortably on something soft, and there's something warm under his head, and the hands that are prodding at him are gentle and surprisingly steady.

"He was in shock by the time you got to him. You're lucky he's alive."

Another voice, the one from the alley. Happy? "I can't believe he is. I can't believe he got away in that state."

Fingers card through his hair. Stark's voice, thoughtful, but tired, strained in a way he'd never heard it. "He was out of it, even when he called me. But he didn't say anything— nothing that indicated we were going to walk into a situation like that. He said they tried to do something to him, but couldn't tell me what. I thought someone raped him, not tried to slit his fucking throat. Nothing could have prepared me for that."

"I wonder who orchestrated that kind of hit. It's so random…"

"Unless they had some kind of clue…"

"Next time it won't be taken as random. We made our claim pretty clear."

The conversation devolves from there, but Stark's hand in his hair stays consistent. Peter never opens his eyes, finding them far too heavy and himself too tired to even try. The hand in his hair is just the right mix of possessive and comforting. As soon as the dull pain in his side fades, Peter is gone again, too.

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The next time Peter wakes up, he's in bed.

Well, someone else's bed. Not his.

For a moment, he wonders if everything was a dream. The card, the attack, the phone call, all of it. But then he tried to roll over and pain sparks through his side, and he realizes it was all very real.

"Take it easy, Peter."

Peter jumps a little and looks up, and yeah, that's Tony Stark on the other side of the bed. He wets his lips. "'M… sorry, Mr. Stark."

The elder man looks down at him, raising an eyebrow. "You've been awake for thirty seconds and you're already sorry for something? I just don't want you to hurt yourself more than you are, kid."

Peter flushes, mind flitting to all the other times Stark had called him kid when they were alone for just a second before reeling himself back in. "I– thank you, Mr. Stark. Not just for that, but for… saving me, and everything."

Stark turns to face him more fully. "Well, when my favorite boy calls for help, of course I'm going to be there." His fingers find Peter's hair again, and Peter tilts his head into the touch almost automatically. "It was a bit more of an undertaking than I had imagined, admittedly, but I would do it again, if you needed me to."

"I'm your favorite boy?" Peter's cheeks turn even redder as he looks up at Stark through his lashes.

"Do you think I give my personal number out to just anybody, you silly thing? Of course you're my favorite." Tony runs a thumb over Peter's bottom lip. "And you're my only, now. Would be a shame to keep you here and not utilize your services, wouldn't it?"

"You're going to keep me here?" Old fear sets in with a vengeance, but Tony grips his hair before Peter can pull away and leans over him.

"Shh, don't be like that. You don't have to be afraid." Tony sighs a little, stroking the boy's cheek. "I don't want to hurt you, sweetheart. But I made a very public claim on you by showing up last night. We killed… oh, at least eight people, and left the club in shambles. It's not going to take very long for word to spread."

"You killed eight people? Because of me?" Peter hadn't been with it enough to have any understanding of that, but it was the logical explanation. He suddenly remembers the gunshot right above him and feels a bit queasy.

"I kill people all the time, sweetheart. Eight is nothing. Especially when they were putting their hands on my property."

My property. Peter is Tony Stark's property. A shiver goes through him.

Tony notices, and he offers him a small smile. "I killed the owner too, you know. Your handler is dead. Your contract is with me, now."

Peter swallows thickly. His contract is gone, too — but he doesn't allow himself to savor the freedom too much, not yet. "And how am I to work that off?"

Tony's eyes are bright and wicked. "I think you know, puppy."

Peter barely bites back the whimper that rises in his throat at Stark's pet name for him, and he raises his head before he's even conscious of the decision to do so, kissing him.

Mr. Stark kisses back, the hand still tight in his hair, keeping him right where he wants him as his tongue slides against Peter's, dipping into his mouth for a moment before pulling back. "Right answer," he murmurs, kissing him again, chastely this time. "But not now. You need to rest. I want you to enjoy it when I take you apart, Peter, not just be pushing through because you think you owe me."

Peter watches him sit up, breathing still a little shaky. "Don't I, though?"

"I suppose you do, but I'll take my repayment when and how I please. This isn't it." Stark stretches. "I'm going to get us some food. Stay there. Rest. I mean it."

There is nothing for Peter to do but comply.

#starker #ironspider #peter parker x tony stark #tony stark x peter parker #my writing #mafia au

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anxious-witch · 7 months

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NaceKris prompt since you like angst and hurt and comfort: Kris is losing his shit over being compared to his dad again and feeling like he's not good enough, and goes to Nace to vent (I can't wait to read this one this is also very much for my own pleasure)

Sorry this took so long, this drabble got entirely too long. I hope you like it!

That said before reading. I wasn't actively trying to write Kris as autistic, but I might have slipped up. The meltdown he has is definitely...indicatory of that so just heads up for that. In case it may trigger someone, maybe skip this one

Kris stared at the headline of a portal on his phone. He shouldn't click on it. He really, really shouldn't.

Is Gušti's son on a way to surpass his father's fame with his band?

It was a click-bait. Kris knew it was a click-bite. And he knew his day was already shitty so he though: Oh, why the fuck not at this point? He clicked on the article. The article went in depth about Miha Guštin's career, and compared it to Kris'. And in comparison, Kris did not look particularly great.

And then the article ended with saying that a more appropriate comparison would be perhaps between Gušti and Bojan.

Kris closed the article. He put his phone on the table, away from him, but the words haunted him. How could he ever compare?

His whole life he was always walking either in his father's shadow or Bojan's. And he felt like a wilted flower, tired of forever trying to get to the sun.

No. He didn't think that. Being in the center of attention could be even worse. He saw the toll it took on Bojan. How his father still couldn't go anywhere in public without being recognized or photographed.

He just felt so...useless. Plain, in comparison. Bojan used to joke when they were younger that every good main character needs a few interesting side characters. That's exacrly what Kris was. A side character.

There is also a question of if Gušti's son would have ended up on the musical scene at all without the influence of his father.

His breath came in short gasps. Kris closed his mouth and forced hinself to try and breathe through his nose. Breathe in for four seconds, gold for seven, exhale for eight. And again.

He grabbed his phone and dialed a number he wanted before he could think about it.

"Hi, Kris," Nace's deep voice greeted him from the other side.

"Can I come over?"

Nace paused, no doubt hearing his voice wavering. There was sizzling in the background and Kris realized that Nace was probably in the middle of making lunch.

He truly knew how to pick the time for a mental breakdown.

"Of course. But are you...okay? Do you want me to come to you?"

"No, no. It's fine. I'll...we can talk when I get there."

Kris could practically see Nace furrowing his brows. Worrying if Kris was truly well enough to walk to his place, like they didn't live ten minutes away from one another.

"It's fine, really. See you in a few."

He ended the call before Nace coukd say anything else. Even just hearing his voice calmed him down a bit.

The walk to Nace's apartment wasn't long, but to Kris' spiralling thoughts, it felt like ages. When he finally reached it and rang the doorbell, he felt overwhelming relief.

Loud barking came from the other side of the door. Kris heard Nace cursing as he tried to get around Ollie and unlock the door.

Kris did his best to put on a smile as the doors opened.

"Get in quickly, before he gets out," Nace said urgently.

Kris stepped through the door, shutting it behind him. Ollie immediately began jumping at him and demanding attention. He crouched down to pet him and let him lick his hands. He grit his teeth and counted to ten to not flinch from it.

"Right. Ollie, that's enough, let him breathe."

"It's okay. Really."

He was still crouching down, so he had to look up. Of course, that was the moment he noticed Nace was wearing a black tank top.

The bassist didn't wear sleeveless shirts often, but God we he did...fuck. Kris had to concentrate.

"I'm okay, I think. It was. I read an article I shouldn't have and I just..."

...wanted to see you. He swallowed. Thankfully, Nace seemed to understand. He offered Kris a hand to pull him up.

"Let's go to the living room first."

Saliva from Ollie licking his hands suddenly became very uncomfortable. Almost burning. And Nace was probably going to eat.

"I'll just go wash my hands first," Kris said, getting up without taking Nace's hand.

Ollie whined sadly at the lack of attention and Nace gave him a worried look right before Kris dashed to the bathroom.

He took a few deep breaths, avoiding looking at himself in the mirror. Then he thoroughly washed his hands with soap. He stopped when the skin started getting red. He didn't want Nace asking questions about that.

He found Nace setting up the table in the dinning room. He put down two plates. And on the left side, where Kris prefered to sit, there was a fork, a spoon and a knife he liked. His chest felt warm. He never explicitly told Nace this, but he noticed anyway.

"I wasn't sure if you ate already but I figured it won't hurt to put another plate for you."

"Thank you," Kris said quietly.

He sat down and only then did he dare to sneak a look at Nace, who sat at the opposite side of the table. Maybe it was the light. Or the fact that Kris felt shaky and Nace was always so solid and steady. Like Kris could lean on him and he would not crack under the weight Kris was carrying.

Whatever it was, it made tears suddenly run down his cheeks. Like the pressure caught up with him all at once and was now crushing his chest.

There was a sound of chair scrapping against the floor, and it seemed so loud at the moment Kris had to cover his ears. He was sobbing, he realized, almost distantly.

It felt like he was shifting in an out of his body. One moment he was so overwhelmed with all the sensations and in the other he felt completely numb. He knew he was crying but felt none of it.

Then the lights turned off and the radio that played in the background was silenced, too. All he could hear for the moment were his own sobs and heavy breathing.

"Kris?"

Nace's voice was soft and quiet. It didn't feel like someone scratching their nails over his ears. Kris slowly lowered his hands from his ears.

"Can I touch you?"

Kris considered it. He didn't think he could stand that yet, though. He shook his head.

"Okay. How about we go through the exercise we do with Bojan?"

Kris almost snapped that he wasn't having a panic attack. That this was different. That everything was just too much. But that would use up too much air. And Nace looked so worried. He nodded.

"Okay. Only focus on five things you can see, okay? You don't have to tell me which ones out loud, just count them."

He didn't have the strenght to roll his eyes. Instead, he counted. One, Nace. Two, red tablecoth with a horrendous Christmas pattern. Why did it have Christmas pattern? It was October.

"Don't get distracted," Nace gently reprimanded.

Right. Counting.

Three, the table. Four, the plate. Fifth...the fork.

He looked back at Nace and nodded once, indicating he was done.

"Alright. Four things you can touch?"

One, the hoodie he was wearing. Two, his jeans. Three, the chair he was sitting on. Four...

He reached out and carefully grasped Nace's shoulder. Well, a place between his shoulder and neck, so his hand was touching his shirt. It felt more bearable when it was him touching Nace and there was a layer if soft cotton between their skin.

"Three things you can hear."

Nace's voice. Faint buzzing of the refrigerator. Their heavy breathing.

He nodded again.

"Two things you can smell?"

Tomato soup on the table, steaming from the pot. Faint traces of Nace's cologone.

Another nod.

"One thing you can taste?"

Nothing. Just water he drank earlier. He supposed that counted, though. He nodded.

"Okay. Do you feel a bit better?"

He considered it. He felt exhausted but certainly less overwhelmed. And his hand on Nace's shoulder wasn't painful sensation, but just a neutral one. That was a good sign.

"Yes."

"Alright. Do you want to eat, or would you prefer to lie down on the couch for a bit?"

"Lie down."

This time, when Nace offered him his hand, Kris took it. It was warm and slight callused. Steady.

He took him to the living room and covered him with a blanket when Kris laid down. Turned off the lights.

"I will just go get my plate."

So that was how Kris ended up with his eyes closed, listening to Nace eating his soup. And really, it should have been an annoying sound but somehow...it wasn't.

Then Nace put his plate on the coffee table with a dull clank. Kris cracked his eyes open, just to see Nace looking at him.

"Can I get you water? Or juice? Or...something?"

"Water would be nice."

When Nace came back with a glass, he held it to Kris' lips instead of letting him take it. His cheeks warmed. He drank and tried not to think about how suggestive this looked like.

Nace quietly set the glass aside after he was done and sat back down. Silence streched.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

Kris huffed. He supposed he should. He did just barge into Nace's apartment and had a meltdown. Potentially scarred his dog, since Ollie was nowhere to be found.

"I just had a really shitty day. My coffee maching broke, so I had to get a coffee to go from a cafe, which meant I was almost ten minutes late to the practice. And you know how that went, you were there. Jan managed to cut his finger on a string badly and there was blood and I couldn't find my first aid kit because Bojan put it in the wrong drawer-"

"Kris. Breathe."

He fidgeted with his sleeve and took few deep breaths. In and out. In and out. He rubbed his hands over his jeans, letting the texture ground him.

"Right. And then I came home and I was scrolling through Instagram and someone mentioned an article that talked about me and my dad. So I looked it up and it went on to essentially explain how I will never measure up to him and they are sort of right because. No I won't, our careers are different anyway, but then I realized how fucking useless-"

He stopped as Nace took his hands in his own. He gently rubbed over his knuckles and suddenly Kris was tongue-tied.

"Sorry. Should have asked before touching you."

"It's okay."

More than okay, now. It was comforting. He didn't always like touch and not from anyone, but he didn't mind it now.

"You are not your dad and you don't have to be. You are your own person, with your own way of doing things."

Kris opened his mouth, but Nace raised his hand to stop him.

"No-don't interrupt me. I know you know that, but you still try so hard to be perfect all the time. Jesus, Kris you sometimes hold yourself to such impossible standard, it pains me to watch."

Kris simply stared at him. No one ever put it that way. It was always just "You don't have to me like your dad". But never "You don't have to be perfect at all, even in a way specific to you".

"Oh."

Nace's expression softened. He gently pulled him into a hug, Kris' face perfectly fitting between his shiulder and neck. Few tears escaped him as Nace stroked his hair.

"You are good enough as you are. You don't have to try. And you don't have to compete all the time with Bojan, either. Life isn't a competition."

Kris chuckled, despite the tears.

"Kind of feels like it for me."

"Because you never let yourself relax and just...be yourself. Breathe. Relax. I promise you are safe."

Nace's words slowly sank in and to his surprise, he felt like he could finally relax. Let all the bitterness slip away for a moment.

He pulled Nace closer, so they somehow both ended up lying on the couch that was certainly not made for teo men their size. Still, they managed.

"Can you help me with that?"

"With what? Being yourself?"

Kris rolled his eyes and slightly pulled back so he could look at Nace. He reached his hand out and cupped his face. Stroked his thumb over his cheek. Finally allowing himself to do it.

Nace's breath hitched, but he didn't pull away. His eyes carefully considered him.

"No. To relax."

"I don't think your definition of relaxing is a good idea right now."

Kris huffed. Maybe it was the bone deep exhaustion that started to settle in, or the fact that he figured that surely, this day can't get much worse. Whatever it was, it made him lean in, pressing a quick kiss to Nace's lips.

Nace didn't kiss him back.

"I'm sorry-"

"I am not rejecting you. I just don't think this is a good idea while you are this upset."

That was...infuriatingly reasonable. Still, Kris felt embarrassed and slightly disappointed. It felt like a rejection.

Nace sighed.

"Kris. I promise we can talk about this later. For now...how about you get some rest? You look tired."

Kris bit his lip. He was tired. But he was also very comfortable with Nace next to him. He snuggled back into his neck.

"Only if you stay."

Nace kissed the side of his head.

"Always."

Not everything was okay, and however his talk with Nace later went, not everything will magically get solved. But maybe for now...Kris could relax. Just for a bit.

With that as his last thought, he drifted off into a dreamless sleep. Safe and sound.

#nacekris #my writing #joker out fanfic #kris guštin #nace jordan #joker out

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sugawhaaa · 10 months

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Hyunjin X reader

"If love was poison we'd drink it anyways"

Warnings::mentions alcohol, sexual themes, guns, weapons

Pairing::criminal!hyunjin X fem!reader

A/N::I KNOW THIS LOOKS LIKE A SUPER CRINGY MAFIA BOYFRIEND FANFIC BUT I PROMISE THE NEXT FEW PARTS WONT BE

Clubs are greatly frowned upon in your country but not banned. Strip clubs? Now that was banned. But you had no interest of the sort. Even clubs were just for alcohol and sex nothing more. You paid regular visits to one club nearby your apartment, so much so even the people at the club would whisper and gossip about you.

"She's here again?" "I heard she comes literally every time" "She has sex here so often I'm so shocked she hasn't gotten pregnant" "she's probably on some kind of birth control or got her tubs tied"

They would always say, which that last part was true. Kind of. But that isn't important what's important is that you go to potentially illegal clubs and in the amount of times you go never have you met a man quite like him.

September 5th. You got off work at around 5 and went to your apartment. There you made dinner and quickly and ate it while scrolling through your phone. You then got a message from your friend.

Alyssa•You wanna come with me to a club tonight?

You•sure, when and where?

You instantly replied with ease.

Alyssa•it starts at like I dunno 9? It's at the back part of the oddinary bar.

The Oddinary bar is the one the two of you usually go to for clubs and drinking. They have a really cool back section so it was a hot spot. You talked to Alyssa more before doing some simple chores. The dishes, sweep the floor, laundry and you even had some time to spare to play some games.

People typically picture you as a "failure" so now you go to clubs and party all the time but they'd be wrong. You have a office job directly under the government so you get good and steady pay. You just went often for your own fun.

You put on a tight black dress, some black sunglasses and some loud heels to make your presence known. After putting some jewelry and makeup on you called your friend. She said she was on the way to pick you up so you grabbed a black purse and put in some necessary items in it. Makeup top ups, hair elastics, a tazer just in case any man tries to test you.

You didn't wait long before you got a notification that Alyssa was there. You let her in and gave her a big hug and cheek kisses. After some light chit chat you went out to her car. While driving she asked you "how has work been treating you?"

You thought for a moment before replying "Pretty good actually. I haven't been on call in a while now and my co-workers are being very helpful." You nodded.

"Oh that's great!" Alyssa smiled as the greenlight ahead of you lit up her face. You were always so amazed at how she drives in this outfits. Today she's wearing thigh high pink boots, strapless pink velvet dress, and to top it all off a fluffy soft pink jacket.

You sighed as she started driving again, relaxing in your seat. It wasn't long before you arrived at your destination and went inside the bar. When you first walked in you noticed a sketchy looking man sitting at the front by the bartender. He was with 2 other young men, one with sandy brown hair with a cigarette in his mouth, the other had black hair, and the first one that caught your eye had slicked back blonde hair. They were all wearing thick black suits.

You clutched onto your purse and kept walking past them. The bartender seemed very young and after talking to him he immediately led the both of you to the back where the club was.

Loud music and shouts could be heard on the way over. The man opened the door for you and let you into the party of crazies. After a few drinks and some sugar you and Alyssa started partying and flirting with whoever was closest.

You sat at a small circular table taking a little break from dancing when you realized suddenly you had to go to the bathroom. Like ASAP. so you went to the washroom, no big deal. But when you got there it was out of order! You knew there was a second one because this club room is massive but you didn't know where, but Alyssa might. You spotted her flirting with a much taller and well built woman. You decided to intrude and discreetly tell her your…situation.

"Seriously!? Do you not know where the second one is," she whisper yelled so the tall woman behind you wouldn't hear.

Alyssa gave you a few directions before going back to her new friend. You followed the directions she gave you and lord and behold there was the bathroom. After finally relieving yourself you heard someone crying? You didn't ask what was wrong because you were still in your own stall but you listened carefully. Was she on the phone? She started crying louder before running out of the bathroom. You washed your hands quickly and tried to follow her. You saw her heels as she was running away and they were a bright red.

You looked around the club for red heels before hearing the same girl crying loudly. You followed her whimpers and found a sketchy door. It was tucked away from the main area so you knocked and awaited a response "Excuse me, are you alright?" You asked softly. The girl stopped crying for a moment before resuming. You put your hand on the handle cautiously before twisting the knob. Surprisingly it wasn't locked. When you opened the door you saw a girl with red heels and a long sleeved black dress, her burnt orange hair hanging in her face. Next to her a silhouette of a man, the giant window behind them making it hard to see them clearly.

Then you heard a gun click behind you and a cold metal against the back of your head. "Come with us or I'll shoot." A man with a cold steen voice spoke. It was the man from earlier, slicked back blonde hair and a thick black suit. You grabbed his arm and twisted it, placing the gun in your hands now.

Turns out unfortunately for this young man, you're a police officer.

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inevitablysomber-dark · 1 year

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Unwanted (Chapter 4)

Dark! Cheating! Bucky x Reader

Warning: Cheating

I wanted to break my own heart when I wrote this. I can’t say I was Wholly successful, but it stung a bit.

The polls have spoken, Unwanted will become a full-blown series, I have gotten a few messages about making this a lighter fic and giving the reader a happier ending. Unfortunately, I had already created the outline, and didn't feel like changing the direction the series was going, however in the future I will pay more mind to this feedback. In the meantime, I will provide a warning for when the good times end for the reader. Thank you for supporting my works.

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Note: This is not a Happy Ending, enter at your own risk.

You were finally happy.

Unfortunately you didn't realize how short-lived that happiness would be.

You were so big, but you didn’t want to take your maternity leave yet because you heard stories of women giving birth long past their due date, and missing out on time with their babies, so you decided to call in when you went into labor. Mrs. Jennings started shoveling spicy food down your throat, trying to get your little “baked bread” out sooner, saying no one likes over-baked bread. And Frank was beyond helpful, he took you and picked you up from work, helped you up and down the stairs, and he even started sleeping on your couch, just in case you needed anything.

That’s why you were worried when he didn’t pick you up from work, you had messaged him a few times, waiting for a reply but he never responded. You had a bad feeling in the pit of your stomach but there wasn’t much you could do in your state but call an uber home.

When you finally reached your building, there seemed to be what sounded like a commotion upstairs. The more you climbed the more familiar the voices sounded.

You realized the voice you were hearing was Mrs. Jennings, when you finally reached your floor, your door was opened, and when you peeked inside You saw Bucky, beating into a motionless Frank, with a desperate Mrs. Jennings, trying to stop him with a broom.

In one frantic moment, she saw you and immediately stopped, she quickly ran over to you , and tried to push you away.

“Go, go.” she says. “I will call the police,”

No, you couldn’t just sit and let him kill Frank, if Frank wasn’t already dead.

“Stop!” you say, Mrs. Jennings kept trying to hold you back, but you rushed in pulling Bucky by his shoulder “ Stop!, you’re killing him!”

Bucky kept at it, and in a desperate moment you screamed “It’s yours, I promise it’s yours please stopped”

His fist paused midair, covered in Frank's blood and he stood.

When you saw Frank's face, you put your hands over your mouth, it was bloody and beaten’ and you didn’t know if he was dead or not but you needed to help him.

You rushed to your bathroom and grabbed your first aid kit, and a towel,wetting it, and rushed back. Bucky was still standing over him, unmoving and menacing.

You did your best to get on the ground to tend to Frank, unsure of where to start, you placed his head under a random throw pillow from the couch and started carefully rubbing the blood off his face. He groaned and relief flooded your body. He was alive, but you didn’t know for how long. You peeped Mrs. Jennings on the phone, you assume the police were on the way, and hoped she’d managed to call in an ambulance as well.

But as soon hope appeared, it was ripped away with a grab of your arm. You looked up to find Bucky, trying to pull you away from Frank.

“You did this, you did all of this.” He growled, and for a moment you feared that he would go after you.

“Let her go!” Mrs. Jennings came back, broom in hand, and without missing a beat, Bucky flung her across the room.

“Bucky, stop! Please just stop hurting people!” you tried to pull away, and he pulled up by your arms.

“You fucking did this, everything was going according to plan, and you fucked it all up!” he shook you, hard.

Suddenly! You felt a splash on the floor at your feet. Bucky seemed to hear it too, and when he looked down, the reaction present on his face made you assume that your water broke,you couldn’t tell since your belly was in the way.

Before you could even think of what to do next, he’s picking you up and rushing you down the stairs.

As he’s shoving you in his car, you scream “Frank!” Bucky stops, tension cording in his neck.

“If you know what’s good for you, you’ll shut the fuck up.”

You flinch as he slams the door.

You start to feel cramping in your legs and all you could think of was the little family that Bucky had just destroyed.

Bucky didn’t take you to the hospital, he took you to the avengers compound. Doctor’s were flitting all around you tending to you. And though you knew you were getting top care, you couldn’t help but feel as though there were strings attached.

Once your initial fear began to subside the contractions appeared, and they were ridiculously painful. For hours you laid by yourself in what looked like a hotel room, spazzing out, and trying not to think too much about it but it wasn’t working

Eventually, you did get up to try to find someone but the door was locked.

The panic that ensued only made the contractions worse. You were trapped, you couldn’t leave, and with the pain you were in, you wanted to go to a real hospital.

You started hyperventilating, tears falling down your face, as you tried not to suffocate on your emotions.

When you hear the door open, you immediately turn to give whoever walked in your attention.

Bucky was walking up to you, arms open as if preparing to give you a hug, and you backed away as much as you could in your state, unfortunately, it wasn’t much.

Bucky pulled you into his arms and started rocking you side to side, planting a kiss on your head, releasing a deep hum that vibrates through your body.

“You’re ok, you’ll be fine.”

You relax a bit, confusion clouding your mind.

“Where is Lily?” you inquired. You felt a contraction, as you asked,but it wasn’t as bad.

You didn’t want Bucky anywhere near you and you figured that reminding him that he had another pregnant woman to worry about would distract him.

“You’re stressing yourself out for no reason,” he replies.

“You’re stressing me out,” you try to push away but he’s not budging.

“Let me go, shouldn’t you be with Lily, comforting her with your new baby.”

If your math was correct, Lily should either be in labor as well, or she should have already given birth and in the process of recovery. Either way it made no sense for Bucky to be in this room with you.

Another contraction occurs, this one a tad stronger, as you feel your breath hitch.

“You don’t need to worry about Lily anymore,” he says, lifting you from your feet and laying you in the bed.

You didn’t like the sound of that.

“Where is Lily?” you demanded.

“Y/N!” he warns.

“No, fuck you Bucky.” Another contraction slices through you causing you to flinch. Discomfort was at an all time high, and now your emotions were frazzled because Bucky seemed to be under the impression that he could walk through the world however he wanted. “Where the fuck is Lily?”

You held on to your stomach as it seemed the pain wasn’t going anywhere, it felt like you were being stabbed repeatedly.

“She lost the baby a few weeks ago, she’s recovering from an accident.”

The pain becomes unbearable and you can’t help but yell. “What accident?” you watch Bucky as he moves to press a button next to your bed.

“She was in a car accident a few weeks ago, the baby didn’t make it and she lost the use of her legs.” he grabs you by the side of the face and comes in real close “too bad we never found the assailant.” his thumb rubs your bottom lip.

You looked up to find his cold dead eyes staring back at you. No feeling or thought about the pain that Lily was going through.

Even if she had betrayed you in the worst way, you never wished anything bad on her. Through all the pain of your contractions, you could feel your heart break for your sister. Tears began to run down your face.

“You’re a fucking monster.”

“Lily was a temporary solution to a temporary problem, and as it turns out, we no longer needed her. It seems that the universe understood that,”

Before you could respond doctors and nurses were rushing into the room, moving your body around to an optimal position.

“The baby is coming mom, and fast.”

“I wanna go home,” you declared, it felt like your lungs were struggling to operate and your vision started to cloud with the tears running down your face. Causing you to say the only thing you can think of to try to get you out of there.

“You’ll be able to go home soon,” you don’t know how but it seemed to take no time for the setup of your impermanent prison to become an official labor unit. “Baby will be meeting Mommy and Daddy in no time,” you clenched when you heard daddy, peeking over at Bucky to find a satisfied smirk on his face.

His own hand moving to envelope yours. When you tried to move away, he stared at you as if to challenge your next move.

You decide to pick your battles and focus on the baby coming ahead.

“Alright, Mom I just need you to relax and push,”

You take a deep breathe, now was not the time to be worried about Bucky, Lily, Frank, or even Mrs. Jennings.Right now you needed to focus on the new life you were bringing into the world.

You just hoped you had enough energy to fight off any demon that would come after when all of this was over.

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