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The Ultimatum | Bucky Barnes x Reader

Hello! I've been BUSY as fuck with school lately, y'all. It is truly a nightmare. I'm talking tests on tests on tests on finals on finals. But I'm almost done with the semester and I FINALLY finished this fic that I've been working on for-fucking-ever. It's got the angst and the yearning and the pain with a happy ending, which is my fave. Thanks for reading and thanks for being patient while I suffer through school :)

Word count: 9.6k

Warnings: implied emotional abuse, manipulative boyfriend, anxiety, general sad vibes (but happy ending, as always <3)

At this point, Bucky had almost forgotten how to react to a knock at the door. He stood almost frozen, not quite recognizing the sound of knuckles against the wood. It seemed to him like a foreign, otherworldly occurrence. Like something newsworthy, something he’d see on the front page. He didn’t ever get visitors- well, at least not anymore. 

It struck him as odd, the thought of an unsolicited visitor dropping by- and so late; it was almost eleven. And though he didn’t feel like making small talk with the old lady who lived across the hall, he figured he should open the door. Maybe his elderly neighbor needed help. Maybe she locked herself out and needed somewhere to wait for the landlord. And who was he to ignore her? She was always sweet. She treated him not like a monster, but a human being. And to Bucky, that was a novel experience- something worthy of backpay. So, if she needed to hang around his apartment for a while until the landlord arrived to unlock her door, he’d let her.

But when he opened the front door, he didn’t find old Mrs. Beverly. A sharp inhale barreled into him at the sight of you waiting on his welcome mat, the same one that you always joked about; you told him time and time again he should’ve called it a “go away mat”. 

Everything inside Bucky came screeching to a halt. No heartbeat, no thoughts. Just shock. A rush of goosebumps flashed over his skin at the mere sight of you within arm’s reach once again. An immediate smile splashed across his face- a smile he hadn’t worn since the last time he saw you. Butterflies swarmed inside his stomach and wriggled into his lungs, their wings constricting his breathing. Seeing you again was the first day of spring after a seemingly never-ending winter. The first rays of sun poking through frost riddled branches and dead leaves. This was salvation. 

“You said…” This was harder than you expected. Seeing Bucky again warmed parts of you that you didn’t know had gone cold. Just the sight of him helped you breathe easier. He made you lighter, calmer. He brought you a sense of comfort you stopped searching for months ago. Around him, all your sharp edges softened. But you didn’t know how to talk to him- not anymore. At one time, he was your safe place- the safest place you could imagine. During the bitterest of winters, he was your hearth, your home. You shared a secret language spoken only by the two of you. 

But not anymore. Not for a while now.

You weren’t the same person you’d been when you knew him. To some, it was an imperceptible change. But you felt it every day. Missing Bucky wormed its way into your cells, tangling itself with your DNA. It became a building block of your very being. Losing him damaged your soul, leaving the edges frayed and torn. 

The stark silence of the empty hallway made Bucky’s ears ring. He stared at you, his mouth slightly ajar, a look of bewilderment on his face. He took in the mascara smeared beneath your eyes, the soaking wet clothes hanging from your body. Only the quiet drip drip drip of water leaving your drenched hair dared disturb the silence.

The words you rehearsed on your way over dissolved. They abandoned you without a trace, leaving only one clumsy sentence in their place. “You said I could always come here if I needed you,” you finally said.

All Bucky could do was nod.

“Well… I need you,” you threw him a sheepish smile. “Can I come in?”

Again, Bucky nodded. His thoughts raced and collided with each other, filling his mind with noise. But he managed an “of course”; he needed you to know you were welcome. Of course, you were welcome. You were always welcome. He just hadn’t had the pleasure of inviting you into his home in what felt like a lifetime. 

A deep sigh of relief left your chest. Part of you expected him to slam the door in your face. You squeezed past him, careful not to brush against his clothes and get him all wet- though he wouldn’t have minded. He was just happy to see you again.

The sound of your wet sneakers squeaking across the hardwood set your nerves on edge. But being back in his apartment eased them right away. This space used to be your home away from home, the place you felt most comfortable. Sometimes, when you couldn’t sleep, you thought about its worn, wood floors or the orange light that poured through the windows at sunset. Just thinking about the way this place cloaked you in safety and warmth remedied your anxious mind and eased you into a peaceful sleep.

Everything sat in nearly the exact same place as the last time you were here. That was just like Bucky- constant, consistent. But as you let your gaze drift over the room, you noticed a few foreign pieces of décor. He’d gotten some new furnishings since you last visited. A cozy-looking blanket lay strewn across the couch. A large armchair- perfect for reading- sat next to the window. 

All this time, you worried about Bucky. You wondered how he was getting along, how he was handling things on his own. But he was okay. He made good on his chance at a new life. You only wished you could’ve been a part of it.

A thousand questions swarmed inside of Bucky’s brain. He had so many things to ask you, so much he wanted to catch up on. But one question sat at the top of his list. It was his first priority, his greatest worry: “Are you okay?”

A large huff left your chest, “I got into a big fight with Alex.” Part of you feared you were being dramatic. Bucky would never judge you- you knew he wouldn’t. But showing up out of the blue, late at night, drenched from head to toe because you argued with your boyfriend felt ridiculous. Maybe even pathetic. “He got mad- he didn’t want me to go out with my friends tonight,” you sighed. “Because I didn’t ask him first.”

“Because you didn’t ask him first?” Bucky nearly scoffed, “What- is he your father?” He checked himself immediately. A soft, “sorry” followed his less than subtle dig at your boyfriend, his attempt to assuage his mistake. He didn’t want you to put you on the defensive or make you regret your decision to reach out. Clearly, you needed him. And Bucky wasn’t about to ruin your attempt at seeking help.

But a quiet laugh pushed its way past your lips, easing Bucky’s worries. He always knew how to validate your feelings. “He was just being so-” you dragged your palms down your damp cheeks and thought back on the argument. “He’s so difficult. Sometimes, I feel like I’m on a leash or something. A short leash.”

Bucky didn’t like the sound of that. He mulled over his next words, careful not to let another outburst escape without his permission. But a pressing thought jumped through his lips without warning. “Wait- why are you all wet?” Bucky said. “Sorry, I- we absolutely need to talk about what happened. But… you’re soaked. What happened?”

With a swipe of your hand, you rid your forehead of a few water droplets that tried to escape your hairline. “Well, it’s pouring,” you gestured toward the rain-spattered window. “And I walked here.”

His eyes went wide, “you walked here? From your place?”

You nodded. 

Your demeanor was all too casual for Bucky. With decent weather- in the daylight- the walk wasn’t that bad. But in a torrential downpour at 11pm, it was dangerous. It was far. “Jesus Christ…” Bucky couldn’t believe you did such a thing. It wasn’t safe- not with the rain, and especially not with the suspicious men that lurked the city streets at night. He thanked the universe you hadn’t been preyed upon on your journey to his apartment. “Why’d you walk?”

“Alex wouldn’t give me my purse,” you punctuated your sentence with the crossing of your arms. “We were fighting about me going out with my friends. And then things kinda blew up and he took my fucking purse.” The anger smoldering in your chest scorched through every blood vessel, broiling your cells. “He thought that if I didn’t have my keys or my wallet, he could stop me from going out.” 

Bucky matched your eye roll with one of his own. He could practically see the short leash you mentioned only moments ago. He couldn’t believe Alex took your things. Well, he could believe it- he just didn’t want to imagine you in such a situation. It seemed to Bucky that Alex wanted to keep you locked away like a princess in a tower; and Alex played the role of the fire-breathing dragon. 

“And then I missed out on dinner and dancing with the girls anyway cause our argument blew up.” A swift sadness snuffed out your sizzling rage. “So, I guess he won after all…” This night out with your friends was the one thing keeping you sane the past few weeks. Every time Alex did something to hurt you, to disrespect or belittle you, you thought about seeing your friends. About having a glass of wine or two and spending a few hours with the women in your life. You wanted to hear about their promotions, their wedding planning, their upcoming vacations. But most of all, you wanted their comfort. 

And he stole that from you.

Bucky wanted to wring Alex’s neck. He wanted to make him disappear. He wanted to cut you free from the cement blocks Alex tied to your feet. But the sharp shiver that rocketed through your body put those thoughts on pause. 

“Here, let’s get you some dry clothes to change into, alright?” 

“Oh… that’s-” You shook your head. Sure, you wanted to change out of your sopping wet clothes and into something cozier. But you didn’t deserve Bucky’s kindness or concern. Not anymore. You couldn’t let him do this for you, not after you showed up unannounced. Not after what you did. “That’s okay. I’m fine. Really.” 

But Bucky clocked the shaking in your fingers, the way you fought to keep your teeth from chattering. “Come on, it’s okay.” He reached for your icy hand and gave it a squeeze, only for a brief second. But it was enough to warm you from the inside out. “We both know you’re freezing. Just let me give you something to wear for a while. Okay?” He sensed the trepidation in your expression, the way you avoided eye contact. “It’s not an imposition or anything like that- just a friend helping a friend.” The patience and understanding behind his warm smile was so genuine, so authentic- you couldn’t help but believe him.

And though you knew it wasn’t right to accept his kind gesture, you couldn’t help yourself. The cold pierced through your bones and chilled you to the very soul- you weren’t strong enough to resist his offer. And, selfishly, you wanted to wrap yourself in Bucky’s clothes. They were always cozier, more comfortable than your own. The fabric seemed to hang on to his warm scent; you never realized you could miss a smell so much until it vanished from your own clothes. Your hair. 

“Um, okay. Yeah,” you nodded. “Thank you.”

Your acceptance of his offer made Bucky beam- but you were still stuck on him referring to you as a friend. After all this time, after what you did to him, you couldn’t believe he’d still regard you with such affection.

You slipped out of your sneakers and socks and followed Bucky down the familiar hall to his bedroom. The memories embedded in these walls were your favorite days. Your most comfortable nights. Coming back to Bucky’s place allowed you to visit them all once again- something you never permitted anymore. Conjuring those memories brought you the greatest comfort and the sharpest, most soul-crushing pain. Seeking salvation in the past only served to remind you that Bucky was no longer part of your present, nor your future. And that hurt worse than any gunshot wound.

Just to be safe, you secured those happy memories in vault and buried it deep inside your mind, never allowing them to escape or see the light of day. 

But it was a crushing loss. 

“So, um… why didn’t you call?” Bucky looked over his shoulder for a split second, as though to make sure you were following him. “I would’ve picked you up, that way you wouldn’t have had to walk in the rain…” 

Of course, he would’ve. He would’ve given his remaining arm for you. 

You pulled at your soaking wet t-shirt, desperate to distract yourself. This was too awkward, too pathetic. 

“I was afraid that…” You cleared your throat. “I um, I didn’t think you’d answer. Cause of what I did.” The wet hem of your t-shirt gave you little relief as you picked at its stitching to stem the anxiety. “I thought it was better if I just- you know, if I just came here. If I just showed up.” You rolled your eyes at your own logic, “if I called, there was a chance you wouldn’t answer.”

Bucky shook his head, “I would’ve-”

“I didn’t wanna chance it,” you said. “Cause if you blocked my number and that’s how I found out, I might’ve walked into traffic.”

Bucky knew you too well, knew you were making a joke to hide your very real fear of his rejection. “Well, I didn’t block your number,” he said after a moment, “I don’t know how.” And before you could spiral, Bucky turned to face you. “I would’ve answered. I will always answer.” His words were so genuine, so steadfast, that you nearly stopped breathing. 

“I think I knew that…” you said, your voice almost imperceptible. “I think it scared me.” 

Even after all this time apart, he remembered the way your voice grew thin when shame got the best of you. If he were being honest, he thought about the sound of your voice every day. 

He knew you well enough to know when you were nervous. When you couldn’t stand to make eye contact. And so, he turned his back to you and continued in the direction of his bedroom, giving you a moment to yourself.

“Here we are,” Bucky pushed open his bedroom door and gestured for you to enter, allowing you to go ahead of him. But he sensed your hesitation, your uneasiness. He clocked it in the way your eyes just missed his, the way your fingers pulled at the fabric of your shirt. The two of you stood there in the hallway, stalling outside his bedroom door as though trapped in wet cement. Bucky broke free first.

“Alright, let’s find you something comfortable!” He dipped his words in positivity and 

threw a too-cheery affectation on top for good measure. He just wanted to make you feel more at ease, more relaxed. But he knew a dry shirt and some sweatpants couldn’t fix the damage Alex did. 

It was more than that, though. Bucky could feel the uncomfortable tension radiating off you like rays of the sun. You didn’t know how to act around him now, didn’t know how to navigate the crumbled ruins of your relationship. It was obvious. You didn’t readily enter his bedroom- how could you? You didn’t feel entitled to that space- or any space of his- anymore. And Bucky was going to change your mind or die trying.

“Okay, so you definitely need a pair of socks…” He rifled through his top drawer until he found a pair thick enough to keep you warm.

“And sweatpants? Yeah?” He looked at you expectantly, awaiting your approval.

You nodded. You’d accept anything he gave you- or didn’t give you. You didn’t have the right to his help, his clothes, or his comforts. 

But he pushed on. Happily. He scrounged around the shelves in his closet and in his dresser drawers, searching for a pair that would fit. 

And as he dug through seemingly every article of clothing he owned, you gave the room a once over. He’d gotten a small, slightly shabby bookshelf in the time since you last saw the place. An army of novels with cracked spines and distressed covers lined the warped wood like soldiers protecting him from the nightmares. He still only had one pillow, and his sheets were the same dark gray cotton. But his bedspread was new; it was the same one you advised he get for the colder months. At the time, he said he didn’t need anything heavier than the thin blanket that adorned his bed. And you knew it was just another way for him to punish himself, to refuse even the slightest comfort.

But the insulation in his cheap apartment did nothing to provide a reprieve from the biting winter. And clearly, he caved to your recommendation- even after things between you went south. A small smile crept across your face at the thought. At least you’d been able to help him in some way or another. Because of you, he stayed warm. He protected himself from the frigid temperatures. It eased your conscience, no matter how slightly.

“I think these will work…” Bucky held a pair of sweatpants up to your body. “I mean, they’re still gonna be way too big, but they’re the smallest pair I have.” He outstretched his hand and offered them to you, “we can tie the waist really tight and roll ‘em up so they’re not too long- don’t want you to trip.” 

You hesitated for only a moment, unable to resist the dry, warm fabric of his worn sweats. 

“Oh- you need a top,” he said, making his way toward the closet once again, “I have just the thing…” He reached up toward the top shelf of his closet in search of something; and before he had the chance to show you, you realized just what he was looking for. 

It was what you used to wear at Bucky’s as makeshift pajamas or when it got too cold. He used to say it was yours just as much as it was his. Back then, you slept over by accident a few times a week. Sometimes, he needed you late at night. Sometimes, he just needed you to be there while he slept- he was more comfortable that way. You always made him feel safe. But after one too many nights of you struggling to sleep in uncomfortable clothes, Bucky presented you with this very sweatshirt. He wanted to give you something- anything- to make you more comfortable. And so, he dug around his closet for his coziest, most comforting crewneck.

It came in handy every time the heating failed and the shotty insulation left you chilled to the bone. Bucky always pulled it out for you and watched with a smile as you tugged the soft, green fabric over your head. Sure, the heat at your apartment worked great. At home, you didn’t have to dress in layers or drink endless ups of scalding hot tea to keep warm. 

But some days, Bucky couldn’t stand to leave the house. And you couldn’t let him rot away all alone. So, you made your way to his place, in rain or snow, and sat with him. Talked with him. Made him tea and brought him food. 

He hadn’t been able to touch that sweatshirt ever since you left. Didn’t even want to look at it. But he kept it clean for you- just in case. 

“Is this okay?” Memory after memory of you accepting this very sweatshirt flashed through Bucky’s head. It used to be a routine of sorts, but it felt foreign now. 

Something in you nearly cracked. This whole thing was too much. It seemed like you’d been dropped into a film about your own life, and someone behind the camera forced you to play out this scene just to hurt you. It made you ache for before. Before you left, before things fell apart, before you made the decision you knew was wrong. 

Bucky stared at you, an expectant look on his face. He waited for you to take the relic of the better days you once shared, hoping it would bring them back to life.

But you hesitated. You eyed the garment, fearing the fabric would send you into a spiral. The threads were heavy with memories. And after everything you did, who were you to accept this gesture of goodwill?

“This is- I really appreciate it. But…” you refused the sweatshirt. And instead, tried to hand the sweatpants and socks back to Bucky. “I can’t accept all this. It’s not-”

“Yes, you can.” Bucky’s words were definitive. He allowed no room for arguments. “You’ll be a lot warmer.” He offered you a gentle smile and once again stretched the sweatshirt in your direction. “Get changed and we can put your clothes in the dryer,” he said, turning toward the door. “I’ll be right outside.”

A nod and a quiet “thank you” were all you could muster. And as Bucky left the room and shut the door, you wondered how he could possibly treat you so kindly after what happened. Ever since you left, you berated yourself daily. It was part of your routine now, almost like you’d penciled it into your calendar. The guilt kept you up at night and distracted you during the workday.

But Bucky was a good person. And he’d never hate you the way you hated yourself.

Slipping into his sweatshirt felt almost criminal. You saved it for last, choosing first to shimmy into his sweatpants and wrap your feet in his warm socks. Deep down, you knew it wasn’t right- none of this was right. Allowing Bucky to treat you with such hospitality, such care, wasn’t fair to him- not after what you put him through. But as you tugged his sweatshirt over your head, your selfishness eclipsed that feeling of wrongdoing. 

It was just as you remembered it- oversized but not massive. Warm but not suffocating. The worn fabric eased over your skin and cloaked you in the kind of comfort you knew you didn’t deserve. And for the first time since you left, you experienced genuine comfort. 

“Oh, hey,” Bucky was waiting for you in the hall, just like he said he would. “I’ll take those,” he took your wet clothes and nearly recoiled at just how cold the fabric felt against his skin. You must’ve been miserable- and yet, you’d tried to refuse the dry clothes he offered. His heart broke for you all over again. He tossed the piled of sopping fabric into the dryer and shot you a kind smile.

Bucky stared at you as the machine began to rumble; part of him wondered if this was real. He’d had plenty of dreams about this moment, about your return to his life. But none were ever this real, this believable. And as he observed you standing there in his old sweatshirt, he decided that if this was all some strange, lucid concoction of his psyche, he never wanted to wake up.

But the trembling in your hands caught his attention once again, pulling his smile into a deep frown. The warm, dry clothes did their best to shake the chill, but to no avail.

“Let me make you some tea,” Bucky gestured toward the kitchen. “I have some-”

“Oh, that’s okay.” You tucked your shaking hands into the long sleeves of Bucky’s sweatshirt, flashing him a forced smile. “I’ll warm up in a minute.” 

His old, familiar eyeroll brought a real smile to your face with ease. The two of you fell back into your old habits, your old way of relating, far too easily. Before you left, he always tried to give you things or do things for you when you hung out at his place. He knew his apartment was shitty, that you gave up time with your friends and boyfriend for him. And to compensate, he always had an offer in his back pocket: tea, takeout, baked goods from the place down the street. He had to make up for the burden he placed on you. And every time, you refused. The two of you would fake argue and banter until you finally conceded. And, with a smile, he’d make you a cup of tea or braid your hair the way Shuri showed him. 

You knew how much it meant to him to be able to give you something in return for your kindness- no matter how many times you told him your friendship wasn’t transactional. 

“I’m making you some tea, d-” Bucky caught himself, cutting off the word that rested on the tip of his tongue. He knew he shouldn’t call you ‘doll’ anymore. With a forced clearing of his throat, he pivoted. “I have some jasmine. Is that still your go-to?”

You nodded. Deep within you, an ache for your old nickname stirred. 

Bucky busied his hands with mugs and sugar and spoons. He always kept your favorite jasmine tea on hand, just in case. It stayed in the cupboard, front and center, ready for your return. But the box sat untouched. He hadn’t made any- not since you left. Just the smell of it was enough to break his heart all over again.

Every time he opened that cabinet, your tea stared back at him. And though seeing it threw him back in time and punched him in the gut with longing, he couldn’t get rid of it. Throwing it out would mean that you’d never come back, and he couldn’t accept that.

Bucky put the kettle on and tiptoed into rocky territory. “So, can I ask…” he toyed with a spoon, avoiding eye contact, “why didn’t you call an Uber or something?”

A pang of embarrassment jolted through you like lightning. Admitting the truth of your relationship only served to make you feel stupid. You’d lost count of the number of times your friends gasped or booed when you told them about something Alex did or said. And though you knew that the urge to hide his less-than-loving tendencies was a blood red flag in and of itself, you couldn’t help it. 

But you didn’t have to hide with Bucky. Ever.

“I deleted my rideshare accounts,” you sighed. “Or- Alex did. He doesn’t like me using them cause he doesn’t trust that I won’t-” 

You cut your next thought off at the knees. Months ago, Alex confronted you about your use of ride share apps. He suspected you of cheating, of sneaking away. His words dripped with contempt as he spat accusation after accusation your way, never stopping to listen to the truth. Sometimes, you needed a ride to work. Or to your sister’s house. But he didn’t care. “I know you’ve been going to see him- to see Barnes,” he’d said, “I know you’ve been going to see that psycho.”

That night, while you slept, he deleted your Uber and Lyft accounts and forbade you from ever downloading the apps again. 

“He also cut up my Metro card,” you said, your voice quieter now. Admitting these things felt traitorous. Treasonous. Like giving intel to the opposing side. Alex didn’t like Bucky. And Bucky didn’t like Alex- rightfully so. Spilling your guts supplied Bucky with enough ammo to destroy the man you supposedly loved. But Bucky didn’t fire a single shot.

He, instead, wrangled his negative thoughts about Alex and locked them away for the time being. The strong urge tear your shitty boyfriend apart rattled inside Bucky’s brain. It clawed and thrashed at the bars of the cage in which Bucky trapped it. Talking shit about your boyfriend, while satisfying, wasn’t important. You were Bucky’s top priority. He needed to make sure you were comfortable, that you felt safe. There was something in the way you spoke about Alex; a not-so-subtle tinge of anxiety- of fear- that tarnished every word you said about him. And thinking about the cause turned Bucky’s stomach.

He just wanted to be there for you, whatever that meant. If you needed to vent, Bucky would listen. If you needed to cry, he’d offer you his shoulder. And if you needed to sit in silence, drinking your tea, and pretending your boyfriend didn’t exist for a while, Bucky would join you in the quiet.

“Oh. Um…” Bucky didn’t know what to say. His anger toward your boyfriend boiled under the surface, but he didn’t dare let it overflow. Instead, he pulled the kettle from the stove just as it started to sing. “Well… I’m glad you made it here safely,” he said. It was all he could think of. 

You shrugged, “I kinda ruined your Saturday night, though.”

Bucky rolled his eyes and gave you a laugh, “you could never ruin my night.” 

Without a second thought or a moment’s pause, he prepared your tea just the way you liked it. Even after all this time, even after the issues with his memory, he never forgot. He delivered a perfect splash of milk, a flawless dose of sugar. It was as though he’d done this just yesterday- and all the days before.

“Plus, do you really think I had plans tonight?” Bucky said as he handed you your tea. 

“Hey, I don’t know…” you sipped your tea; it was even the perfect temperature. “Maybe you’re a real social butterfly now. Maybe you have a weekly poker game or plans with Sam.” You shrugged, “maybe you have a girlfriend.”

Things fell quiet after that. Bucky sipped at his tea. You scratched absentmindedly at the tile counter. Neither of you knew what to say or how to say it. And it crushed you. Before, the conversation between you and Bucky flowed so easily, so smoothly. You read each other’s’ minds and anticipated nearly every word. And in the silences, things were comfortable. Cozy. Content.

This was awkward, tense. It sent a shiver up your spine.

“You’re still freezing.” A worried scowl carved a deep line in Bucky’s forehead. “Come on, let’s get you under a blanket, okay?” He wrapped an arm around you back- loosely- and guided you toward the living room. 

The gesture almost made you tear up. Bucky was always so kind. So gentle and soft and warm. It was a warmth you hadn’t experienced in a long time. But part of you almost wanted to distrust his kindness. It seemed to you like an omen, a kind of warning. Or even a trap. At home, sweet gestures like these always meant trouble brewing beneath the surface. They led to shouting and crying. To accusations and fear and distrust. 

They came with a catch.

Bucky didn’t.

He simply held your tea while you got comfortable on the couch. He wrapped you in a blanket and asked if you wanted another. And when he was confident that you were, indeed, warming up, he joined you. 

“This might sound pathetic,” Bucky said as he settle into his spot on the couch, “this is the best night that I’ve had in a really long time.” He knew you were only in his home due to unfortunate, unkind circumstances. He knew he shouldn’t be celebrating your showing up sopping wet at his apartment late at night, not when he knew what made you do so. 

But he so was happy to see you. 

Things fell quiet after that. You left all of your peace behind the last time you left Bucky’s apartment. You ripped it from your chest and piled it in a corner, abandoning it for your new life. Sure, it hurt. And it left you feeling empty. But it had to be done, didn’t it? 

All your life, people emphasized the importance of marriage. Of settling down. They told you that relationships are always hard, that they aren’t like fairytales. And so, you accepted Alex’s empty promises and twisted definition of love. And even when you expressed to your parents that you weren’t sure about Alex, they talked you into staying with him. They cited your age, how difficult it would be to find a husband as you got even older. They scared you into accepting less than you deserved. They scared you into leaving Bucky behind. 

Yes, it was you who ultimately made the decision to end your friendship with the kindest person you’d ever known. But you knew you’d never let go of the grudge you held against those in your life who convinced you to settle for Alex. To cut Bucky out of your life. They robbed you of so much time with him, time you’d never get back. And just the thought of all those lost days sent you into deep, endless grief. 

Bucky spoke up after a while, “Do you wanna talk about it?” He didn’t want to pry or come on too strong; something in him feared it would scare you off. If this was where you sought solace, if this was where you felt safest, who was he to disturb your newfound sense of peace?

“You don’t have to,” he said, “but you can if you want.”

You did want to talk to Bucky about what happened. You wanted to spill your guts and vomit every less than blissful detail about your life with Alex. Talking to your girlfriends was nice and of course, your therapist was helpful- but there was something about Bucky. He was the only person who really understood you, who could read between the lines and grasp the feelings you struggled to put into words. 

But pulling at that thread was dangerous. You’d already tugged at a few pieces, unraveled some shameful details about how things were at home. And if you gave that frayed thread another yank, you feared that every damaged, knotted strand would fall on full display at Bucky’s feet. The prospect scared you more than your late-night walk to Bucky’s.

And who were you to dump your relationship issues on him, anyway? Who were you to disappear with barely any warning, only to show up and vent on his couch? It wasn’t right- none of this was right. Sure, parts of this night were irreversible. You were already there, wearing his clothes, drinking his tea, and sitting on his couch. But you could stop yourself from burdening him any further. You could sew up your leaky wounds and snap your mouth shut, saving him from any more of your grief.

You sidestepped his offer, “No, it’s okay- catch me up on things with you. I wanna know everything.” 

Bucky gave you a look. Even after all your time away, he could still read you like the Sunday paper. He knew how badly you needed to simply let go, to unburden yourself. But he knew you wouldn’t.  

Your reluctance to share wasn’t a question of his listening skills or your level of comfort with him; it was the shame. He could practically see the guilt oozing from your pores. You didn’t feel as though you deserved to bare your soul to him. It was obvious, perfectly illustrated in the way you yanked your lips into a tight smile each time he looked at you. Showing up at his place unannounced after a seemingly eternal bout of radio silence was one thing. But dumping your problems in his lap? Burying him under your relationship drama? That was simply not allowed.

And so, he told you all about his life- the version that didn’t include you. He told you about the missions he’d been on and the injuries he sustained. The amends. The shitty, court appointed therapist who treated him more like a criminal than a client. The boat he fixed up with Sam. The old man with whom he ate lunch every week. 

He almost seemed happy. Almost. He actually had a life now. A friend who wasn’t also a coworker. He went on a date. Sure, there were things to be desired. He still had nightmares. Anxiety. He still wrestled with the ghosts of his past and the fear of his future. But he was doing better. And while it was all you ever wanted for him, it stung knowing you didn’t get to see him make these strides in real time. 

“Wow, you’ve been busy,” you said when he finally finished. “I gotta know more about your lunch dates with this Yori guy- that is adorable.”

Bucky rolled his eyes and laughed his first genuine laugh in months. “I didn’t mean for it to happen. I met him as part of my amends, but I-”

A harsh knock at the door cut him off. Both your eyes and Bucky’s slid in the direction of the sound. And though neither of you said a word, the air in the room changed. It grew thick and heavy, weighted down with an almost sickening dread. 

Bucky locked eyes with you, his stare tunneling through your skull. 

“It’s him, isn’t it?” he said, keeping his voice low.

You nodded. 

A guttural groan clawed and kicked at your throat, but you refused to set it free.  

His voice was low, his volume calculated, “We’ll just be quiet.” Bucky glanced at the door once more, waiting for another round of knocks. “He won’t know we’re here, okay?”  

You could barely hear him over the hum of the fridge, the sounds of the city. You gave a slow, subtle nod, fearing the sound even the slightest motion might make.

“I know you’re in there, Barnes,” Alex’s voice punched through the door. “I saw your bike downstairs.” He knocked again, his knuckled booming against the door. Your blood stopped in its tracks. You could’ve sworn you felt it settle in your veins.

Bucky stood from the couch with a nearly silent, “It’s okay”. He hated the way your face dropped, the way your knuckles changed color as you gripped the pillow in your lap. 

“Barnes!” Alex practically growled through the door, “open up!”

“Come with me.” Bucky’s voice was barely audible, but still the most comforting sound you’d ever heard. He helped you from the couch, steadying you as the anxiety sent tremors through your every nerve. He guided you to his room with quiet, careful steps. He noted the way you yanked your shoulders upward, the way you kept your eyes on the floor. 

Bucky hated the effect Alex had on you. He turned you into a hollow, fragile version of yourself that Bucky found nearly unrecognizable. He chipped away at your confidence and self-esteem, using precise, masterful blows to your weakest points. He reduced you to a pile of dust and shards of your old self. 

Bucky wished to turn Alex into nothing but a memory.

“Just stay in here till he’s gone. Don’t come out,” Bucky said once you reached his room. He rested a palm to your cheek for the briefest of seconds, “I’m gonna take care of it, okay?”

And before you had a chance to relish in the warmth of his skin against yours, he vanished.

His footsteps grew more distant as he made his way to the front door. With each centimeter he put between the two of you, you grew more anxious, more uncomfortable. He was your safety blanket, your rock. Without him, you’d learned to cope. You survived. But you never truly thrived. And now that you got your fix of him, being without him for even a second left you unable to breathe.

Bucky opened the door, feigning a look of surprise, “Alex- wow, hey. How are you? Haven’t seen you in-”

“Cut the bullshit. I’m not in the mood.” Alex’s tone sliced clear through Bucky’s attempt at casual levity. “Where is she?”

Bucky cocked his head to the side, “What?”

You could practically see Alex rolling his eyes, curling his hands into fists. “Don’t gimme that- you know what I’m talking about.”

Bucky gave pause and shook his head. “I really don’t…” Part of him feared he may be doing too much. He knew he had to perfectly toe the line without overplaying his role of ‘confused ex-best friend’. The last thing he wanted was to fuck this up, to let it slip that he was harboring you in his home. He knew it would be bad for you, that Alex would make your life a living hell if he found out. And he was damn sure not going to let that happen. “Is everything okay, man? It’s pretty late.”

Alex’s glare tunneled through Bucky’s skull, “Where’s my girlfriend, James?” 

It wasn’t a question- but an accusation.

“What do you mean?” Bucky coatedhis words in a thick layer of concern. “Is she okay?”

“She’s fine, she’s-” Alex huffed. He was over it. His paper-thin patience shredded into sharp, tiny pieces. “I know you know where she is. I know she probably called you or something.”

“She didn’t-”

A knowing look crossed Alex’s features and quickly devolved into one of betrayal, of disgust. “Is she here- she’s here isn’t she?”

Bucky’s heart sank into the swirling pit in his stomach. He couldn’t mess this up. He couldn’t ruin the sanctuary you sought in his home. This was your safe place, your peace. And he had to protect it. “Is she here? No. Why would she be here?”

“Don’t lie to me.” 

 “I haven’t seen her.” Bucky raised his hands in surrender, “We haven’t spoken in- she hasn’t contacted me in over a year.” Saying the words out loud hit him in a way he hadn’t expected. It prodded at him like a fireplace poker, hot from the flames. God, he missed you.

“Right…” Alex rolled his eyes. “Of course. Just fuckin… whatever, man. If you so happen to see her, tell her to get home. Soon.” He turned on his heel and backed out of Bucky’s doorway, a snide look on his face.  

Bucky wanted to separate Alex’s head from his body. This man didn’t wish for your homecoming as a concerned boyfriend. He didn’t hope for your safe return or ask for help finding you. Not a sliver of worry even came close to piercing his arrogant, callous surface. He’d let you spill out onto the late-night streets, hurt and distraught, as a torrential downpour drowned the city. He didn’t care that you had no means of transport. No wallet. He didn’t care that your clothes didn’t protect you from the freezing rain. 

And he walked away from Bucky cocky. He left threats hanging in the air. He wanted you home as a means of control. Of punishment. 

But at least he was gone. He stalked off, mumbling something about you “learning your lesson”. It made Bucky nauseous. He wanted to keep you in his apartment for as long as possible. At least, that way, he’d know you were out of Alex’s reach. 

He didn’t want to think about how your return home would play out, how Alex would treat you when you finally walked through the door. Something- a lot of things- about Alex didn’t sit right with Bucky. Alex struck him as a manipulator, a narcissist. Someone to fear. He could understand why you’d walk far too many blocks in the freezing, torrential rain just to get away.

Bucky shut the door and turned the deadbolt. He secured the chain. Even checked through the peephole to make sure Alex hadn’t returned. He couldn’t be too careful- not when you were involved. “Alright, he’s gone,” Bucky called as he headed in your direction. “He’s an intense guy, I didn’t-”

But as Bucky entered his bedroom, he found it empty. “He’s gone, I swear. You don’t have to hide anymore.” Bucky popped his head into the closet and bathroom but found no sign of you. “Hey, where’d you go?” 

The sound of the dryer door, however, tipped him off.

He discovered you in his small laundry room, retrieving your clothes from the dryer. 

“Oh, I don’t think those are all the way dry yet. You know this thing is kinda old,” he gave the dryer a gentle kick. “You should probably leave your stuff in there a little while longer.”

You didn’t answer. 

Bucky watched you fish your underwear out of the bottom of the dryer. He offered to help when your shirt got tangled with your shorts. But you stayed quiet. You kept your back to him and your gaze downcast, focused on the wet fabric in your hands.

“Hey, is everything alright?” Bucky placed a gentle hand on your shoulder. “I know Alex showing up wasn’t exactly ideal, but he’s gone. And I-” 

Without a word, you turned to face him; only then did he notice the tears streaming down your face. They met under your chin and curved down your neck, dampening the fabric of Bucky’s sweatshirt. He’d never seen a more sorrowful, gutted expression cross your face- save for the last time he saw you. 

Sharp, shallow inhales shook in and out of your chest. And even if you wanted to, you couldn’t force yourself to meet his eyeline.

“Oh no-” Bucky’s heart shattered. His chest tightened and his stomach dropped. He hated seeing you upset, seeing you cry. Immediately, he wondered what he’d done to make you feel this way.

“What’s goin’ on?” His voice was gentle, his tone soft. He didn’t demand an answer, like Alex so often did. No, he simply helped guide your words to the surface. He was patient and understanding as you caught your breath, didn’t make any condescending comments about your emotions. Bucky was always kind, always empathetic. He never rushed you. Never forced you to speak before you were ready.  

And when you finally found your words, they came out quiet, shameful. “I heard what you said…”

Bucky quickly ran through his conversation with Alex and came up empty. What did he do? What did he say that hurt you like this? But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t find the answer. “Oh… I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you, I- what did I say?”

“About us not talking-” You lifted your head, showing Bucky your red, glassy eyes. “About me not contacting you for over a year.”

Bucky shrugged. “Oh, don’t worry about that. I was just-”

“I shouldn’t be here.” You dropped your damp clothes on top of the washer and tugged at the knots Bucky tied in your sweatpants. “I shouldn’t be wearing your clothes-” You struggled to free yourself from the tightly knotted drawstring. “I shouldn’t be complaining to you. And I shouldn’t- I just shouldn’t be here.”

A low groan rumbled out of your throat as you gave up untying Bucky’s skillful knots. All you wanted was to get out of his clothes, out of his apartment, and out of his hair. A storm of guilt and shame pummeled you, drowning you in regret. Coming here was wrong. Selfish.

“I have no right to be here,” you said, slumping against the dryer and sliding to the floor. “I have no right to come to you for help.”

“What do you- Yes, you do.” Bucky couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “Of course, you do. You will alwayshave the right to be here.”

Another tidal wave of tears poured down your cheeks. Bucky was so kind- too kind- to you. Too forgiving. Too understanding. Too good. All you could do was shake your head and apologize. Vehemently.

“I’m so sorry…” you said, your voice cracking. “I’m sorry, Buck.”

Bucky took the spot next to you on the floor, close enough for you to feel his familiar body heat. “You don’t have to be sorry-”

“Yes, I do- I fucked up. I chose him.” You dried your tears with the sleeve of the sweatshirt Bucky held onto just for you. “He gave me an ultimatum and I- I chose wrong.”

Bucky took your hand in one of his but didn’t speak. He simply let you ride out your latest wave of guilt and grief. He swiped this thumb over your knuckles every now and then, keeping you grounded. And when you finally caught your breath, he spoke.

“I don’t think… I don’t think it was ever about you choosing between dating Alex or being friends with me,” he said. “You needed to choose yourself. To choose what was best for you, what would make you happy. And at the time,” Bucky shrugged, “you thought being with him was for the best. So that’s what you did. I can’t fault you for that-”

You scoffed. It came out ugly, bitter, full of the disdain and contempt you held for yourself. “But I knew who he was. Even then.”

Bucky shrugged, “they call ‘em rose colored glasses for a reason-”

“Stop!” Your voice violently bounced off the walls of the small laundry room. “Stop making excuses for me- I want you to be mad at me!” Desperation clawed at your throat. You ripped your hand from Bucky’s, too overwhelmed by the kindness you didn’t deserve. “Be mad at me for abandoning you when I said I never would- be mad at me for being a horrible friend! Be mad at me for being stupid- and selfish!” Your balled up fists landed blows to your legs, your chest. If Bucky wasn’t going to berate you, the least you could do was deliver to yourself a fraction of the pain you deserved.

But two hands- one warm, one cold- wrapped gently around your wrists, stopping the abuse. You locked eyes with Bucky, tears blurring your vision. He’d never seen a look of such intense desperation.

“Just- be mad at me…” you stared at him, pleading. “Please.”

Bucky shook his head, “No.”

“Please… be mad at me. Yell at me. Do something.”

Bucky couldn’t help but think back on the old days. How many times had the two of you sat on the floor of this apartment? How many times had you helped Bucky off the literal and metaphorical ledge when his anxieties grew too strong? How many times had you exorcised the demons Hydra saddled him with? How many times had he tried to punish or hurt himself? And how many times had you stopped him?

Now, it was Bucky’s turn to do the same for you. “I was mad. Does that make you feel better?” He shot you a wink; it pulled the smallest of smiles from deep within you. 

He intertwined his fingers with yours, anchoring you to reality, to him. “But I wasn’t mad at you. I was just mad because- because I met you so late in life, you know? And I barely got any time with you. It wasn’t enough for me.” His voice grew thick with longing. He spent so any nights thinking about you, losing sleep over how much he missed you. He often wondered if you missed him, too. Wondered if you thought of him when you took the train or went to the market. Wondered if you ever walked down his street, just because. 

“But I was never mad at you. I’ve never been mad at you for pursuing the things with Alex. Or for going along with his ultimatum. I didn’t like it- I didn’t think that it was fair to you, but…” he shrugged. “I wanted- want- you to be happy.”

“But I left you-”

“I’ve lived a long life,” Bucky said. “Too long.”

You squeezed his hand, “I wouldn’t say that- I wouldn’t say ‘too long.’”

You always knew how to make Bucky laugh. “What I mean is… I’m living years that aren’t mine. I was never supposed to have this much time. But these years are meant for you. This is your life. And you’re entitled to go after the things you want.”

“But-”

“No. No ‘but’.” It wasn’t a reprimand, but a reminder. “What kind of friend would I be if I got mad at you for pursuing a relationship with someone you loved?”

 “But I didn’t just pursue that relationship-” a harsh flashback of the day you left ripped you apart from the inside out.  You remembered refusing Bucky’s invitation inside. Handing him the key he had made for you. You remembered biting back tears as you told him of Alex’s ultimatum, and your subsequent decision to go along with it. You remembered the look of utter heartbreak on Bucky’s face. He was gutted. Torn apart. Seeing him so despondent nearly made you sick. “I cut you off. Completely.”

“I know. But…” he shrugged. “You deserve to go after the things you want. And you wanted him. And I- I just wanted you to be happy.”

A sharp huff left your chest, “But I could’ve been stronger. I should’ve- I should’ve handled things better.” These same words swarmed your mind like angry bees on a daily basis. So many would’ves and could’ves and should’ves launched themselves at you, illustrating everything you did wrong. “I mean, jesus christ, I’m an adult! He gave me an ultimatum- I didn’t have to go along with it. I chose to. I’m in the wrong just as much as he is-”

“Hey- no.” Bucky’s intensity caught you off guard. “Look, I hope I’m not speaking out of turn here, but he’s a manipulator. Everything you ever told me about him screamed ‘manipulative’.”

You nodded. “Yeah, but I let him manipulate me-”

Bucky shut you down, “No. No, that’s not how manipulation works. Sure, you chose to be in a relationship with him. But you didn’t choose to be treated like shit. I saw-” Bucky’s free hand scratched at the fabric of his jeans. “I saw the way he acted tonight- if he’s like that all the time, I don’t blame you for going along with his ultimatum.” He grimaced, “I’m sure the consequences would’ve been bad if you chose otherwise.”

Bucky’s level of understanding and empathy almost made you angry. How was he this kind? How could he grant you this much grace? You felt yourself nearly going mad. He sensed the eyeroll, could practically feel your rebuttal bubbling below the surface. And before you could throw another ‘but’ at him, he continued. 

“You wanted to be with him. You thought- or hoped- that he was someone better. That’s not a crime. And I’m sure you wish you could go back in time and tell your past self not to get mixed up with him, but-”

“Yeah, but I-” you let loose a deep sigh. “I really just wish I could go back in time and tell past-me to stick with you. Always. To put you first.” A few more tears broke free from your lash line and rolled down your cheeks. “Cause you’re the person I care about most- you’ve always been then one who matters most to me. And I’m sorry I didn’t act like it. I’m sorry I didn’t make that obvious to you.”

“It’s all okay,” he nudged his shoulder with yours, “we’re okay.”

After a few deep breaths, you allowed your body to fall against his. Your head lay on his shoulder, your hands still intertwined. This was always how things were supposed to be: just you and Bucky against the world. No pain, no heartache, no ultimatums. Just trust. Kindness. Empathy.

“I’ve missed you every day,” your voice came out tight, barely audible as your tears made another appearance. 

Bucky unwound his hand from yours and opted instead to wrap his arm around your shoulders. “I’ve missed you too.”

“I regretted it, you know?” You lifted your head and looked him in the eye with intense urgency, “I regretted it instantly- I knew I shouldn’t have chosen him.”

He gave a simple shrug, “But it’s okay that you did.”

It was going to take some time for you to accept that Bucky didn’t hold a grudge. That he didn’t fault you. And that journey started there, on the floor of Bucky’s laundry room, with your body resting against his.

“I’m glad that… I’m glad I didn’t wait any longer to come back here.” You nestled closer to him, desperate to make up for lost time. “I’m glad it wasn’t too late.”

He stared down at you, confused. “Too late for what?” 

“Well, I’m sure you would’ve written me off after a certain point, you know? If I was gone for… five years, or something.” Just the thought of being away from Bucky that long made you miserable. “If I showed up here after all that time, it would’ve been too late for you to forgive me.”

Bucky shook his head, “First of all, you don’t need to be forgiven- you didn’t do anything wrong.” He hated the way you blamed yourself and dismissed your own difficulties over the last year. And he knew you too well to be able to ignore the heartbreak in your eyes, the pain behind your voice. You suffered in your relationship with Alex. He cut you off from your best friend, isolated you, sabotaged your self-esteem. You were a victim, even if you refused to believe it.

“Second of all- and this is important-” Bucky turned to face you dead on, and pressed his forehead to yours. “There is no ‘too late’ with us, doll. Ever.”

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[am-i-the-asshole-official]

Am I the asshole for putting my name on my surrogate baby’s birth certificate because I wanted to keep the baby I carried and the man who got me pregnant from leaving the country?

Some background, I (26f) have secondary infertility (egg issues) and have had several miscarriages due to this, but I have no primary infertility (uterus issues). Earlier this year, I was accepted into a university about 500 miles away from where I was living, I am an older college student, so a lot of financial aid options weren’t available to me, so I decided I would live with my boyfriend (28m).

Fast forward, I’m a 25-year-old freshman and I m living with my boyfriend. I get big into the local art and poetry scene. Among other friends, I meet a nice older couple (36f and 37m)-let’s call them N&M, in a committed relationship, but not married, who are looking into hiring a surrogate because she had a hysterectomy some years ago. I’ve always wanted to carry a baby to term, but have never been able to due to my fertility issues, so I immediately volunteer.

Papers are signed, second ivf cycle takes and I’m pregnant with a baby girl (let’s call her G). My boyfriend decides that this (being in a relationship with someone pregnant with someone else’s baby) isn’t what he signed up for and we break up. I don’t have anywhere to live, so N & M offer to let me move in with them, so me and the (unborn) baby have a place to live.

About halfway through the pregnancy, M has a visa issue and has to go back to her home country for a few months, leaving me alone with N.

M’s visa issues turn out to be more serious than she thought and their plans change. During this time, I also developed some romantic feelings for N (I am carrying his baby, after all), and I kissed him at one point and let him know I’d be open to expanding our relationship and stepping in as a mom for G, since M had effectively been deported. (They were never married, I’m carrying his baby).

He kinda freaked out. This is also when their plans change, N is going to move to M’s home country with the baby as soon as she’s born and I start to panic because at this point, I’m carrying her, this is my baby, more than she’s M’s. I mean, people donate eggs all the time, but I’m carrying this baby and M isn’t even in the country, so I feel like at this point I’m more of a mom to her as M is. so (and this is where I think some of you might think I’m an asshole) I took the surrogacy papers from their important documents drawer. I didn’t know if I would do anything yet, I just wanted to have it so N couldn’t leave the country with my baby.

When the baby’s born (0f), it was supposed to be a home birth, we had a plan and N had documents all filled out and ready to submit that had M listed as her mom, and I was just going to go along with it, but there ended up being some medical complications and it turned into an emergency ambulance ride and hospital birth.

G is born with some pretty significant health issues due to the traumatic birth and spends most of the next week in the neonatal icu. N is with her, the hospital asks me to fill out her birth certificate and I put myself on it as her mom since M wasn’t even in the country and I want custody of this baby and now, without a dna test from M, which isn’t going to happen because she was deported, even if he doesn’t want to be with me, N can’t leave the country without fighting me for custody.

AITA?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

[clbrq]

U SHOULD DO A PART TWO TO UNAVAILABLE WHERE THE READER GETS PREGNANT W COLBYS BABY BUT DOESNT KNOW IF ITS SAM OR COLBYS UNTIL THE DOCTORS DO A DNA TEST AND FIND OUT ITS COLBYS (but sam never knew that u hooked up w him..) IDK

bro that is absolutely cruel (I LOVE ITTTTR!!!!) i’m gonna tweak it slightly but jus read it’ll have the same plot

UNAVAILABLE PT.2 - C. BROCK & S. GOLBACH.

warnings; angsty, fighting, break up, pregnancy & labour, happy ending but kinda low-key toxic as fuck :)

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You were shaking, tears brimming in your ears as your breathing rapidly sped up. The bathroom walls around you were becoming fuzzy and blurry in your vision as a tear fell from your eyes, down onto the Pregnancy Test that rested on the sink countertop.

Positive.

A baby? You couldn’t. You were so young, with dreams and aspirations that would be thrown away the second the baby was born. You knew thousands of people out there were begging to have a baby, and struggling with infertility—but this was your worst nightmare coming true. You wouldn’t have a clue how to raise a child, especially with a boyfriend in the public eye.

Fuck.

It suddenly hit you, the utter monstrosity of your situation smacking you so hard in the face a gasped ripper from your throat. More tears falling faster down your cheeks, your hand flying to your mouth in shock, your fingers trembling slightly.

Was it Sam or Colby’s?

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

If it was Sam’s, then that would be a small relief in this horror show that was your life, but then your affair with Colby would end. But if it was Colby’s, Sam would soon find out, and you would break up, and have to raise the baby alone.

Stress instantly flooded your emotions, anxiety bubbling inside your stomach—a sudden nausea washing over you. Taking deep breaths whilst gripping onto the countertop, you thought about the horrific situation you put yourself in.

Knock, knock.

You jumped at the sudden noise at the door, your body filling with adrenaline at the possibility of your boyfriend finding out this way.

“Babe? You okay in there?” Sam called from the other side of the door, his voice slightly mumbled through the wood.

“Uhm, y-yeah, I’ll be out in a second.” You replied, hoping he wouldn’t notice the way your voice shook as you spoke.

“Alright, baby.”

Soon, you heard his footsteps retreat away from the bathroom, and into his living area. You couldn’t hide this from him, you would be riddled with guilt more than you already were. It had to be now, or never.

Composing yourself, you shoved the test into your pocket and exited the bathroom. You took a deep breath as you approached him sat on the couch.

“Hey, Sam, we need to talk.” You announced, taking a seat next to him, perched on the edge of the couch.

Sam quickly turned to face you, a concerned expression on his face, “Is everything okay? Wait, have you been crying?” He queried, staring deep into your puffy, red eyes.

You looked down, wanting to avoid his gaze, “Just listen, okay. Don’t talk until I’m done.”

Sam stayed silent, nervously watching you as you reached into your pocket and handed him the test, “I’m pregnant. I’m not sure what to do, but we need to talk about this.”

Sam’s mouth fell slightly agape as he stared down at the positive pregnancy test in his hands, not moving or speaking. You secretly wished he’d say something, not leaving you in the dark on how he felt.

“W-When?” He croaked out, his voice cracking as he spoke.

“Just now.”

Sam sighed deeply, moving the test off to the side as he cupped his face in his hands. Shaking your head as you fought back more tears, as you watched him process the information.

Finally, Sam sat up and faced you, “What do you wanna do?” He asked, his tears glossy as he looked at you.

“I-I don’t know. I was hoping you’d have some idea.”

“No, how could I? It’s your body, if you don’t think it’s right, that’s not my decision to make, nor is it if you want to keep it.” He explained, furrowing his eyebrows.

“Sam.” You breathed, your heart shattering at his words.

“It’s not up to me,” He told you, shaking his head, “It’s your body, your decision. Yeah, my baby or not, it’s not right to tell you how to live your life.”

Your heart broke even further. My baby or not. Or not. If only he knew.

“I-I think I wanna have a baby with you,” You concluded, a small, nervous smile creeping up onto your face, “I want a family with you, Sam.”

“Oh, baby.” Sam whispered, his voice cracking as he, too, began to cry, grabbing ahold of your still quivering hand.

“I love you.” You whispered, more tears erupting from your eyes.

“I love you too.” He said, pulling you in for a hug, “It’ll be okay, I promise.”

You knew his promise meant nothing. Either way, someone was going to get hurt—whether that was you, Sam or Colby; things were gonna get messy somehow.

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“Okay, so, you’re gonna feel a cool gel on your stomach, so just relax while we take a quick look, alright?” The Doctor told you, smiling next to you.

“Alright.” You muttered, feeling the nervous swell in your stomach as you felt the gel hit your skin, making you wince slightly at the cold sensation.

“You got this, babe.” A reassuring voice comforted from beside you, holding your hand.

You and Sam had decided it was the right time to go for a scan, go view your baby and see how things were going along. You were scared to say the least, you didn’t want any complications or problems now you had decided to keep the baby.

“Alright, let’s take a look,” The Doctor announced, rolling the transducer across your stomach, smearing the gel all over your skin, “So, I’m seeing that baby is looking very healthy, I’m also seeing some well formed fingers right there.” She pointed on the Sonogram.

“Oh, wow.” You breathed, your eyes fixated on the screen, watching your baby’s head, shoulders and fingers through the Ultrasound.

“Definitely a very healthy baby considering you’re 3 months pregnant.” She stated, smiling at you as she wiped the gel off of you.

“Hold on, sorry, did you say 3 months?” Sam questioned, suddenly looking irritated.

You heart dropped, “What’s up, babe?”

“Yes, 3 months. Is there a problem?”

Sam’s face fell as he turned to you, “How the fuck can you be 3 months pregnant if I was back in Kansas 3 months ago?”

Your mouth fell open at his words as an uncomfortable silence erupted into the room. The Doctor quietly excused herself as you sat up in the chair,

“What on Earth do you mean?” You denied, knowing full well what he was referring to, “You went to Kansas 4 months ago.”

“No, I did not.” He spoke firmly, his voice growing angrier as the conversation continued, “So, tell me, who the fuck’s baby is that?”

You stared at him in silence as words failed you. You couldn’t think, let alone reply to him.

“Oh, my God, I cannot believe this.” Sam mumbled, pacing around the room.

“Baby, she could’ve got it wrong, she said the baby is really healthy. Maybe it’s growing really fast that she’s unsure of how far along I am.”

“Don’t fucking give me that.”

“Why don’t we go home and talk about it privately there? Not here in a random Doctor’s office.” You suggested, “Please.”

Sam complied angrily, grabbing his stuff and storming out the room. You quickly paid for the appointment, and left as fast as you could. The drive home was in complete silence. The stress and anxiety that coursed through your body was becoming overwhelming, you knew this wasn’t healthy for the baby, but what else could you feel right now?

As you arrived at to Sam’s apartment complex, he slammed the his car door shut as you slowly made your way inside, still not uttering a word to each other. Walking down the hallway to Sam’s apartment, he turned to you in a fit of rage,

“Look, I don’t wanna see you right now,” He told you, anger evident on his face, “Just go see Tara or somebody else, but I don’t wanna talk to you until I’ve thought about this.”

“S-Sam, what?”

“Don’t, just don’t. I’ll text you when I want to talk.”

And with that, he entered his apartment, shut and locked the door—leaving you alone and upset in the hallway. Your world was crumbling around you, you couldn’t physically believe what was happening right now. Sam hated you, and had practically kicked you out until he was ready to talk. And knowing no where else to run to, you knocked on the apartment door of a familiar face, tears streaming down your cheeks.

“Hell—woah, hey, what’s wrong?” Colby’s concerned voice flooded your ears as you stood in front of him, hysterical.

“Can I come in, please?” You cried, desperate for someone to confide in.

“Yeah, sure, she’s not home right now, so, we’re all good.” He reassured, opening the door wider to let you in.

You walked quickly inside and took a firm seat on his couch, wiping your eyes. Colby soon followed with two glasses of water in hand, setting them down on the coffee table in front of you.

“Talk to me, what’s up?”

You looked at him with puffy, red eyes and swollen lips from biting them, “I’m pregnant.”

Colby’s expression of concern was soon wiped from his face as one of shock soon took over. His eyes widened and his breath hitched as the words slipped from your mouth. You handed him the pictures from the Sonogram, placing them in his lap as he looked at them slowly.

“I-uh,I-“

Colby was at a loss for words as he glanced between you and the pictures of the baby. His thoughts clouded with confusion and worry as his best friend came into mind.

“It’s yours, Colby.”

Colby’s hands flew to his face as he shook his head. More silence followed suit as you watched him take in this information. You didn’t know what to say as you watched his life crumble in front of you.

“Are you keeping it?” Colby asked, looking up to face you.

“Yes,” You spoke, swallowing the lump in your throat, “And Sam knows it isn’t his.”

Colby’s expression soon returned to one of worry, “Does he know it’s—“

“No, he doesn’t know it’s you. And I don’t plan on telling him it’s yours.” You informed him, “I don’t know what I’m gonna tell him, but I won’t out you like that.”

“Fuck,” Colby breathed, running a hand through his hair nervously; only negative thoughts running around his mind, “If he ever finds out about us, we’re both done.”

“Jesus, Colby, don’t you think I know that?” You snapped, the hormones already hitting you, “I really don’t know what to do. But, if he somehow finds out it’s you, what are we gonna do?”

“We can’t lie to him anymore than we already have,” Colby spoke, “She’d leave me, and Sam would probably leave you.”

“And what about us?”

“What about it?” Colby questioned, his eyebrows furrowing further at you.

“Colby, I’m having your baby, surely we’d be together?”

As soon as the words left your mouth, you instantly regretted it at Colby’s front door had opened, long before you realised, revealing your boyfriend, Sam, with a shocked expression on his face.

“Sam.” Colby breathed, standing up as Sam walked into Colby’s apartment, letting the door slam shut.

“So, you’ve been cheating on me with my best friend. Really?” Sam said, somewhat calmly, as he maintained a fair distance between the two of you.

“Dude, I’m sorry.” Colby started, not knowing what else to say.

“And you, Colby? How fucking could you? My girlfriend, of all people. You just had to fuck my girlfriend.” Sam’s voice growing louder as he spoke.

“Sam, I’m so sorry,“ You exclaimed, tears free-flowing, “I’m so fucking sorry.”

“Don’t even give me that,” He spat, red in the face, “You’re not sorry. You’re just sorry you got caught.”

“Sam, please-“

“Look, this is the bottom line.” Sam began, “I don’t want to be apart of any of your lives, including that baby’s considering it’s not even mine. So,” He turned to face you, “Move out by the end of tomorrow, and I never wanna see any of you again. Good luck with the baby.”

And with that, Sam stormed out of Colby’s apartment leaving the both of you in silence.

“Where the fuck am I supposed to go?” You cried, your face hands, feeling awfully sorry for yourself.

“Move in here for a bit. I’ll tell her that you and Sam broke up, which you did, and you need to stay.” Colby told you, his voice flat and numb.

“Really?”

“Really. Considering that baby is mine, I kind of want to be there for your pregnancy.” Colby announced, taking a seat next to you.

“Thank you, really, thank you so much.” You rambled, the words slipping past your lips before you could even think.

Colby pulled you in a for hug as you cried softly into his shoulder, letting him rub your back gently peck your head as he held you. You needed someone right now, you knew Colby would be the one person to help with that.

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Your pregnancy was hard. You had bad morning sickness, which turned into all day sickness. You felt fatigue all the time and your stomach got so big, you struggled to stay on your feet for a long time.

Similarly, your mental health wasn’t the best either. All your friends found out about your pregnancy, and your situation with Sam and Colby. Most of them took Sam’s side, not speaking to you or Colby, even his girlfriend broke up with him and moved out. But, some of your close friends, even though they didn’t agree with what you did, supported you throughout everything—those being Tara, Stas, Cassie and Devyn. They came with you to scans when Colby was busy, and took you out for girl dates to keep you occupied and cheer you up.

Today was one of the worst days, you were 8 months and 2 weeks pregnant and you felt like utter shit. Your due date was approaching and you couldn’t wait to have this baby. Sleeping was always the hardest, you struggled to get comfortable, and often struggled with nausea in the middle of the night.

Colby was always there to help you, though. Although you don’t have the title, Colby really felt like your boyfriend in these times. He was there to nurse you back to sleep when you were sick, he was there to remind you to take your vitamins, he was there at almost every Ultrasound, and he was already showing signs of being an incredible dad.

“Hey, babe, you awake?” Colby whispered, sliding open the bedroom door, peering his head into the room.

There was that as well. He treated you like his girlfriend, too. The pet names, the amazing treatment, and he often kissed you as well. Although kissing was common in your relationship before the baby, now it felt more real—more genuine.

“Yeah, sorry, I’m just resting.” You mumbled back, turning over, with a struggle, to face him.

“No, no, it’s okay, I was just wondering if you wanted some breakfast.”

“Yeah, I’ll have—“

As soon as the words left your mouth, your mouth fell agape, abruptly sitting up right.

“What? What’s wrong?” Colby questioned, frantically, worry covering his face.

“My water just broke.”

“Holy fuck.” Colby swore, “Come here.”

Colby rushed over, helping you up and out the apartment, grabbing the hospital bag as he hurried you out the door, and further to the car. Colby drove fast to the hospital, having you grip onto the door as tightly as you could, almost fearing for your life.

“Babies don’t come out in 5 minutes, y’know?” You spoke, your knuckles turning white.

“I don’t care, I want you in that hospital bed and safe as soon as possible.” Colby muttered back, focusing on the road as he pulled into the parking lot.

As you trudged into the hospital, the contractions began as you did so, surging in your abdomen as the pain took over your body,

“Fuck,” You groaned as you were placed gently on a hospital bed. You had never felt pain like this in your life, silently praying your Epidural would come soon.

“It’s okay, baby, it’ll be okay soon.” Colby reassured, holding onto your hand tightly as the contraction flowed through you.

Can this baby come any quicker?

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14:33pm.

The time of your baby’s birth. Your beautiful baby girl, Myla Lesa Brock, was finally in this world, asleep next to you.

Colby had stayed by your side during the entirety of labour, holding your hand and telling you sweet words of encouragement as you pushed out his baby. You’d gotten whiff that a few of your friends were in the waiting area, excited to meet your baby, and see how you were doing. You wanted to see them, but you were exhausted, so Colby had gone to speak to them for you—to let them know everything went smoothly, and that you and Myla were doing okay.

Suddenly, your eyes began to feel heavy as Colby returned to your room, taking your hand in his, “How you feeling, baby?”

“Okay. Just tired.” You murmured, the tiredness taking over your body full force.

Colby’s hand reached over to stroke your cheek as you closed your eyes, letting yourself drift off to sleep. But before you fully asleep, you heard Colby speak as he pecked your head.

“I love you, thank you for our beautiful girl.”

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this is such a shit part 2 but i know you guys have been waiting but i’ve written this drunk as fuck and tired as fuck so i hope you enjoyed this anyway

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[kittyamore0]

HEY IVWAS WONDERING IF YIU CAN WRITE y/n is pregnant with Ethan’s kid and Quinn had stabbed her in the stomach not knowing and when he finds out in the theater with Tara, sam, his dad, and sister he feels bad for what he’s done. But y/n is furious with him and heartbroken. AND YOU CAN ADD MORE IF U WANT IF NOT ITS PERFECTLY FINE!!

A/N: me wanting to beat Quinns ass now A/N: IM CRYING....

My sweet baby...

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RATING: SFW

FANDOM/GENRE : Horror, dark romance, scream 6, ghost face, angst

TAGS: @kittiescrownedsoul

POV: 2nd person

WRITING STYLE: one-shot, angst

PAIRING: Ethan Landry x Fem! Reader

REMINDER: Do NOT transfer, translate, modify, copy or steal my ideas! READER: You will not be called 'Y/N' you will be called '[Name]'

CW: Blood, murdering, stabbing, knives, fractured fetus, crying, angst, fem! Reader, pregnant reader, mentions of unprotected sex, pregnancy test, passing out, vomiting, etc..

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You felt such a rush when you found out just 2 weeks ago. You had been experiencing stomach pain, nausea, vomiting, cravings, late period timelines, tiredness, all signs of pregnancy.

Thats when you took a pregnancy test. It came out positive. You were both happy and worried, afraid for the future, but just excited for it as well. You knew who the baby belonged to. Ethan Landry, your boyfriend for about 3 years.

You only slept with him, and recently, you both had unprotected sex. It had to be his, so you got a DNA test. He wasn't aware. You weren't going to tell him just yet, and with the ghost face impressions? Hell no. You didn't tell anybody, which is what you should've done.

Maybe then, would Ethan warn Quinn to be so careful with you, but no. The world had to curse you.

You felt so heartbroken when Quinn, detective Bailey and Ethan turned out to be ghostface. It wasn't supposed to be that way. No.

You were supposed to catch the fucker with Tara, Sam, Anika detective Bailey, and everyone else...Then get your happy ending by telling everyone you're pregnant and it was your boyfriends, Ethan.

But all those plans were dropped when you felt a sharp blade force its way into your stomach, where your baby laid.

Quinn had stabbed you in your stomach, due to the way she saw you hold your stomach. Not thinking too much about it, she thought you had an easily disturbed stomach so that stomach became her number 1 stabbing spot for you.

"[Name!]," Tara shouted. "Not one step, Tara," detective Bailey pushed her away., to which Sam caught her.

Ethan winced at the sight of Quinn stabbing you. "Quinn, maybe you should " Quinn cut him off. "Not now, Ethan!" She chuckled and twisted the knife in your stomach. No...no...no, no, no, no!

"Pay back for stabbing me in the shoulder, bitch." Quinn's smile grew further, and with all your strength, you pushed her back, causing her to loosen her grip on the knife and stumble back.

You let out an ear piercing shriek, to Quinns satisfaction. Ethan felt otherwise. He felt sick. His own girlfriend, getting stabbed right before his eyes. It felt...wrong.

You sobbed and pulled the knife out of you, dropping down to the ground in an instant while muttering, 'No, no, no, no, no's...'

Though, Quinn didn't expect you to drop down like you're giving up after putting up a hell of a fight, and muttering, 'no's'

She expected you to scream, scream at her, Ethan, anything, but you seemed more focused on your stomach. Why? She shook her head along with the thoughts too.

She grabbed the knife and moved forward, not wanting to waste any time killing you. Ethan had other plans, but both of them halted their movements when they heard your shouts.

"MY BABY!"

What..? Did Ethan hear that correctly? Did ALL of them hear that correctly? "My sweet baby..." Sam stepped forward, detective Bailey didn't stop her though.

"You're...pregnant...?" guilt struck Sam, Ethan, and Tara. "I found out 2 weeks ago. Oh, god...no..." you continued to sob even more as you rubbed your wounded belly.

Ethan pushed Quinn out the way and tried to make his way towards you. "GET AWAY FROM ME!" He flinched away. Sam pushed him, and he tripped on his feet, landing his ass on the floor.

"YOU FUCKING POOR EXCUSE OF A BOYFRIEND. YOU COULDN'T EVEN NOTICED SHE WAS PREGNANT?" Quinn seethed with angry. "Don't talk to him like! " Tara banged the nearby metal. "Shut the fuck up! You're the one who stabbed her! Our friend...WHO IS PREGNANT!" Tara screamed, shutting Quinn up quickly.

Detective Bailey just stand there in shock, trying to process the fact that you were pregnant. I mean, he doesn't care. He still wants to kill you, but the shock just hits him.

"The fact you're the fucking father too.." Tara sneers at Ethan while tears build up in his eyes. He never meant to hurt you. He told Quinn to be careful around you so many times. She didn't listen, always calling him a 'pussy' for simply asking her to be more careful with you.

Now not only had he hurt you, the love of his life, but his child too. "Im sorry...[Name]...i i really am...im so sorry..." you just shake your head, which he starts sobbing to at your response. Quinn scoffs. "Why should you be sorry for this bitch! " Quinn falls back when Tara's fist comes straight for her face.

"I trusted you...I let you into my home, let you touch me...I was happy to have your baby, but now, NOW THAT CANT EVEN BECOME A POSSIBILITY!" Ethan sobs even more, averting your heart broken gaze.

Sam's by your side rubbing your arm. Ethans on his ass sobbing. Tara and Quinn are fist fighting, and detective Baileys still standing there in shock like a slow dumbass.

"I hate you..."

Your words hit him like a bullet, shattering every part of him. "No...no...no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, NO, NO!" He sobs even more, a cry that would usually be so pretty, but now so ugly when his tainted true colors show. "Tha thats a lie! it has to be...!"

"Im sorry, Sam, Tara," You leaned into Sam as black dots danced in front of your vision. "[Name], stay with me. please!" Your body went limp, eyes closed, your breathing slowing down.

The last thing you heard was Ethan screaming your name.

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Your eyes flutter open. Police sirens stung your ears, while a crying Tara and relieved Sam hovered over your body. "Wha....what happened...?" Tara smiled sweetly. "The doctor said the baby was very protected, and that the knife didn't hit the baby...!" Your eyes lit up and you looked down at your stomach.

"The baby will be okay, as for Ethan, Quinn, and detective Bailey...Quinn, and Bailey are dead. Ethan...he helped us after you passed out, but he ran away after, and told us to tell you that he said he loves you."

You hummed and closed your eyes, while a lazy smile was placed on your lips.

Thought, you do wonder where Ethans might've ran off to. That was...until you got a note , and a phone call 9 months later...

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[blarshwritezz]

Yandere Clone x Reader

Male Yan x gn reader

TW - general yandere behavior, torture, manipulation

Clone!Yan wasn't even supposed to exist. If only your boyfriend had never agreed to that stupid experiement.

It was sketchy, but paid hella good money, and the two of you were going through hard times. You guys really needed the cash. Especially since he was starting to consider proposing.

You told him it was too risky. You told him there were much better ways to make money. Safer ways. But he was blinded by all those zeros. 10 million sure does motivate someone. Even you were considering joining in too.

The day he left for it, you nearly cried. It's been a long time since you had to spend a night without him.

But finally, he came back a week later! Something was just...different. When he held you, he seemed stronger than usual. He seemed to blink less, and stare at you more. He was getting very jealous very easily. Sure he had some slight jealousy issues before he went off, but it wasn't ever this bad...

At first, you considered it side effects of whatever those awful people did, or that it was just because he missed you. But it only seemed to get worse...

You'd notice him eating less, exercising less, doing everything he usually did less...

He used the money from the experiment to buy the two of you a lovely little home somewhere peaceful. Nothing fancy, the two of you didn't need too much. Just a quaint little home in the suburbs.

In that home, you realized there was always this suspicious locked room. When you asked him about it, he just said, "Oh, that? Yeah, I think it's pretty weird too. I guess the previous owners just locked it and forgot to give us the key."

Lately, he's seemed pretty dismissive when you were worried.

But some nights, you swore you heard strange noises coming from that room. Things like scratching, muffled screams, faint groans, and even whispers of your name.

One night, you had enough. It was one of those rare nights where your boyfriend would get up, presumably to use the restroom or get a glass of water, and not return for over an hour.

Silently, you crept down the hall. The door to that room was slightly ajar, the light of the moon peaking out. You got just close to peak in and what you saw was not only horrifying but confusing as well.

There was your boyfriend, holding a bloody pen, standing above...himself? But a grotesque and mutilated version of himself.

You backed away in horror, only to crash into something behind you, making a loud noise. Nearly instantly, your "boyfriend" was at the door staring at you.

"Oh dear, my lovely [Y/N]...you weren't supposed to see this yet. It was going to be a surprise." The man spoke, a twisted grin on his face. "I guess now I have to tell you early."

He grabbed your arm and dragged you into the room. No matter how much you struggled, no matter how strong you were, he was more powerful. His bruising grip could have broken your bone, but he was being oh so careful with you.

"You see, my dearest, this man you called your boyfriend was just pathetic...he didn't have the balls to give you everything you deserve. But I can. I can be perfect for you. I'm him, but better in every way." He whispered, his cold breath against your neck as he held you tight and forced you to look at the man who could hardly be recognized as your sweet boyfriend.

"I won't ever age, or change, or ever go against you. Why, I was made for you..."

You were so confused, and he could tell. But your words were stuck in your throat. It was a good thing he could read you so well.

"Don't you remember? All those months ago, the experiment? The scientists who created me needed a dumb test monkey down on their luck, and your old boyfriend was perfect for that role. They took his skin, his blood, his hair, every bit of DNA they could to make me. The only thing missing was the transference of subconscious, and well, the only thing he could think of was you. So naturally, the only thing I can think of, is you~"

He wrapped his artificial arms around your waist tightly, making sure you didn't fall over. You felt like you would be sick...

"Unfortunately, I have to keep him alive. If he dies, I will too. But I recently decided to take out his eyes. That way he'll never get to see you again. Only I should have such an honor."

He started kissing your neck, making you feel even more disgusted. Right in front of you was your beloved boyfriend, the very one you hoped to spend your life with, turned to this shell of what he once was. You could hardly even see his skin tone beneath all the blood.

"Don't worry, just rest. You'll never have to see that failure again..." With those last few words, he covered your mouth with a cloth. You were already paralyzed in fear, too terrified to fight back this time.

He watched you for the rest of the night...and the next day...and the next night, and the next day, and the next night. Never once were you free from the thing that claimed to be your boyfriend.

Or rather, husband now. He was so glad you finally agreed! Not that you had much of a choice.

Yea, feeling this one! Different style than usual, woo!

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[slytherin-ghost]

Hello, hope you are having a good day/night?

I was wondering if you could do a batfam x villian Bruce Wayne biological son?

This is just an idea i love angst

Like Bruce didn't know about him and he was raised by villain's and can control blue fire. He hate heros and villains. He probably feels that heros are supposed to save those in need but why did no one save him? A childish part of him wants to be saved and loved but what kind of idiot would give a villain a second chance specially him, a villain that have both heros and villains hate?

Hi! I'm doing good! Thanks for the ask!

I didn't know if you wanted a specific villain so I did Hugo Strange and Joker. Also, the reader is about 15 - 16 years old

Flashbacks are in bold

Warnings: Violence, fire, absent father, absent mother, angst, PTSD(?), crying, Hugo Strange being a d!ck, child abandonment, yelling

Why did no one save me?!

You ran across the roof tops and jumped building to building, you didn't look behind yourself, making sure you got far away from Arkham Asylum as possible. Once you got far enough, you stopped and took a breath the adrenaline running out. Sitting next to a tree.

It was a normal night. You had to talk to a psychiatrist, not expecting it to be Hugo Strange.

"So lets talk about your father did you know him?" Strange asked

"No." you replied, the Joker raised you after your mother and her new boyfriend ran away because they owed Joker some money.

"Biological father perhaps?"

"No." He didn't know you existed, apparently he "saved" your mother somehow. As far as you knew he wasn't a hero, none of the heros were actually heros. If they were why did they help you?

Strange asking about your father isn't what pushed you over the edge. It was him asking about heros.

You gently lit a branch from the tree on fire. The blue flames escaping your hand. The fire spread across the tree making the whole thing trapped in the flames. You leaned against it. Your power of fire didn't affect you.

You were snapped out of your thoughts as a figure stood in front of you. "Hello there." You greeted looking up at the Batman. "Come to take me back to Arkham?"

"Listen, your just a kid. You need professional help." The Batman stated

"Help from who the heros?! The heros who were supposed to help me but never did!" Fire grew in your hands the angrier you got before you threw it at the man in front of you.

He quickly fought back. Dodging every attempt that you made to hit him. At some point, Batman got a good hit on you knocking you out.

Bruce, not Batman, Bruce looked down at your body. He felt sorry for you. He got some of your backstory from Hugo Strange. He felt obligated to help you. He knew what it was like to grow up without parents. At least he had Alfred growing up, you had no one of a crazy clown.

He picked up your body and sat you in the back of the bat mobile.

Once back in the cave, Bruce took some of you DNA. You had a resemblance to his looks. "Your sure, he's going to be happy about you helping him?" Dick asked "No." Bruce replied. The boys had joined Bruce in the cave "Can't imagine what he went through, being raised by the joker." Jason commented. There was a ding signaling that the DNA test was done.

Bruce froze after reading the results.

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A few hours after you woke up you looked around. Unfamiliar with your surroundings. "Your up." A voice remarked. "Yes. I am." You replied "I wanted to talk to you about something." The voice said as Batman stepped forward. "Your parents. Do you remember anything about them?" You shook your head. "I was able to track you father." Batman stated. Your dad? How?

"Really?"

Batman nodded and removed his cowl "I'm your father." Batman was Bruce Wayne and your father!

Anger began to grow inside you again. "Your my father?! But your a hero?!" You yelled "You a hero but didn't dome to help me!"

Bruce sighed, "I would've if I knew about you. Your mother never told me." He said "But I'd like to help you now. I have four other boys that I'd helped-"

"You helped other boys but not me?!"

"Yes but I-"

"Why didn't anyone help me! When I needed help! No one came!"

Tears came to your eyes

"Screw your help! I can help myself if I need help!" And you left...

Bruce sighed and sat down. The boys. Dick,Jason, Tim and Damian felt sorry after hearing what happened.

They made a deal to find you that night.

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Part 2?

Thanks for reading! I would like to make a part two if anyone wants me too. Please let me know if I missed any warnings.

#dick grayson #jason todd #tim drake #bruce wayne #bruce wayne x male reader #jason todd x male reader #dick grayson x male reader #damian wayne #tim drake x male reader #male reader #part 2? #angst prompt

[kidney9-9]

A Life with Peter Parker

Anonymous asked: basically yn and peter are married like after nwh bc yn didnt forget peter peter and yn are in their twenties and yn is pregnant with a peters baby boy and after he's born, they considering having another child and they have a girl tysm :)

Hi anon! Hope you enjoy :) Thank you for sending this in! It was fun to write!

Peter Parker x Reader [Established Relationship/Fluff] Warnings: Cursing, pregnancy, reader giving birth Word Count: 2k

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When the world forgot Peter Parker, you were so lucky you didn’t. At first, neither of you knew why you hadn’t forgotten him. Both of you tried to find out every magical way you didn’t forget about Peter Parker, and there was nothing.

There was absolutely zero magical reason as to why you were the only one not affected by the spell.

But after a month, you slowly started to feel sick. You pushed it off as some kind of weak virus, but it continued, and persisted into another few weeks. Then you noticed that you started to gain weight.

You didn’t tell Peter, your boyfriend, at the time, of your suspicion. It could break him if you told him, you thought you were pregnant and then turned out that you weren’t. If you were pregnant… a rush of joy sparked through your body, it would be amazing news.

After losing nearly everyone, Peter felt like he had no family left, but this baby would be his family, you would become his family.

You bought seven different pregnancy tests and took them back to the home you shared with Peter. You made sure he wasn’t at home when you took the tests, because you didn’t want to get his hopes up for possibly nothing.

After the first three, you were beaming with happiness. They all said you were pregnant! And after the next four, you concluded that you were definitely pregnant, and it was time to tell Peter and set up an appointment with your doctor to make sure everything was okay with the baby.

When he came back home, you were hiding all seven pregnancy tests behind your test with a bright smile.

“Hey sweetie, what’s going on?” He asked, leaning in, and kissing your forehead gently.

“I think I know why I didn’t forget you after the spell.” You replied nervously, but inside you felt an overwhelming amount of happiness and joy. This would be great for you two!

“Wait, really? Why?” His curiosity got the best of him as he stared at you excited to know.

“I’m… pregnant!” You cheered, pulling the pregnancy tests from behind your back and handing them to Peter.

He stayed silent for a while, almost three whole minutes and you continued to feel even more anxious as time went on. Then he looked up at you with this awe in his eyes, the type of awe that made you smile and relax.

“Baby? Really? Oh my god, this is really happening.” He murmured, eyes starting to tear up. “This is the best thing to ever happen.” He continued, and dropped all of the pregnancy tests to the ground as he rushed over to you and swept you up into his arms.

“We’re having a baby! A baby! This is amazing, it’s a baby! That solves it too, it makes sense! The baby can’t forget who I am because of the DNA – oh wow, this changes a lot of things in science, wait, and that’s the reason why you didn’t forget, it’s because half the baby is basically from me, and the spell can’t take away a life – oh my god, this is incredible!” He ranted happily, crying out of joyfulness.

You started to cry with him too, feeling amazed that he was responding and reacting this way. It was the best way he could have reacted, it was awesome.

“I love you so much, Peter.” You whispered into his ear as he twirled you around, holding you up from the ground. He grinned wider than before as he responded with, “I love you and I love our baby too.”

“This is perfect timing, too, you know?” He spoke up after a moment of hugging. You squeezed him back harder.

“Why?” You asked softly, pulling away to look at him.

“I was going to propose to you tonight. All fancy with the fairy lights on our balcony, swing up Spiderman style and ask you, ‘Will you marry me?’”  He dragged something out of his pocket, as you stared at him with shock.

“No fucking way.” You snorted, instantly denying that he would have done that. You had a feeling he was going to propose soon – but not tonight!

“Yes freaking way, also no curse words in front of our baby, I don’t want him hearing that.”

“Awe, sweetie, him? You think it’s a boy?” You practically started to tear up again to the point that Peter wiped a finger under your eye and leaned in again to kiss your cheek.

While he kissed your cheek, he pushed something into your hands. You pulled away to look down at it, and you could feel your heart start to race as you realized what it was and that he wasn’t lying to you. There was the box and the ring.

The ring was gorgeous, it was exactly what you wanted for an engagement ring, and it made you cry even more.

“Pete, baby, this is perfect…” You whispered with admiration. He smiled at you brightly, “Really? I thought a lot about it and did some research.” He admitted, making you laugh out of surprise.

“You’re amazing.” You responded, moving closer to him to kiss his lips. He kissed you back gently with a slight teasing smile as he pulled back before you could kiss him again.

“So, is that a yes?”

“Of course, it is.”

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The wedding was intimate but perfect. Only a few of your closest friends and family showed up, and you two stayed quiet about it after it was done. Your family wasn’t too happy to know it was a stranger that you were marrying, but they got to know Peter again after a few months.

You two left out the fact that he is Spiderman. They couldn’t know or else they’d get in trouble one day. You couldn’t risk it. It was already a huge risk that you knew he was Spiderman, but then again, you were the only one who knew.

After you gave birth to a healthy beautiful boy, you two decided to name him after his best friend, Ned. Peter still didn’t feel right about going up to his old best friend and telling him the truth, but he felt like he was giving him some honor by naming his child after him.

Ned was one of the most forgiving and best friends he could ever have. He missed him dearly but kept himself away from him to protect him.

“Baby, did you warm up a bottle?” Your voice rang through, and Peter shook his head, clearing his thoughts of the past.

Peter grabbed the bottle and walked over to the couch, where you and Ned were laying down. Ned was hungry, needing some more food and you were tired of feeding him earlier. You handed Ned off to Peter, who carried him on the side of his hip.

“Aw, look at my baby boy. You hungry? I got you some food. Mommy’s going to rest now.” Peter spoke in baby talk, causing you to tiredly chuckle.

“He’s the best thing in the world. I love him, but he is so exhausting.” You sighed, yawning as you stretched out from your position on the couch and sat in the corner, to make some room for Peter. He sat down next to you, kissing your lips momentarily.

“…Can I say something crazy right now?” Peter brought it up hesitantly. You gazed at him, confused but nodded a yes.

“I want another.” Peter set out, anxiously playing with his hands. You blinked at him and let out a small, “Huh?”

You were confused, you didn’t know what he meant by that. “You mean, you want another pizza? We can order more.” You pointed to the box sitting on the coffee table in front of you. Peter shook his head, a small smile forming on his face as he gazed at you fondly.

“I want another kid with you.” He repeated, clearer this time and more confidently.

Your eyebrows shot up as you gasped, “What? Really?” And then a laugh tumbled out of your mouth as you said, “Me too.”

Peter stared at you in silent shock for a few moments before letting out, “What did you say?”

“I said, me too. I want another kid too, honey.” You replied with a small laugh. Then the two of you both started laughing together, even baby Ned started to giggle a little bit.

Peter sighed, “Woah, I didn’t expect that. I thought you were going to call me crazy.”

You glanced over at him with a smile, “I could tell. You looked so nervous, but I do want to have another kid with you. Little Ned is great, but I feel like having one more would make things feel complete.”

“Me too, that’s how I feel too.”

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Your second time with pregnancy was much easier since you expected it to happen. You prepared yourself the best you could, and so did Peter. He started to do a lot of chores, taking on practically all of the housework while you started to develop more.

You read all of the pregnancy books, and what to expect, which you already knew most of because of baby Ned. Peter read them too, finding them interesting and he even started to give advice out as Spiderman, telling couples with babies to make sure to burp them or to check on their fingers to see if they got hair twisted on it.

It was adorable because people started to make edits of him saying those sorts of thing and calling him Spiderdad. You even started calling him Spiderdad to tease him, but he secretly loved it.

By your last month of pregnancy, you were barely able to walk around without feeling some sort of pain in your back. Peter watched a few tutorial videos of how to relieve the pain for you, and he would walk over to you and lift your stomach slightly, to give you relief from the pressure of the baby on your bladder and back.

“Oh, thank you so much, that feels so much better.” You groaned, leaning your head forward to rest on his shoulder.

“Of course, sweetie, let me know if you want me to do it again.” He responded, kissing your head gently.

When you were giving birth, Peter stood by the entire time, holding your hand, and encouraging you. He didn’t want to look because he was afraid that he would pass out, so he stayed next to you, gripping your hand tight and murmuring sweet words.

“You’ve got this, honey. I know you do. You’re so strong for our baby.” He said, and you made a big push, grunting and a scream flew out of you. The nurses around you started to encourage you even more, telling you to push again.

A few more pushes had caused a lot more screams to come from you, and you squeezed Peter’s hand as tightly as you could, causing him to moan in pain.

“Come on, push, one more time!” A nurse shouted and finally, you pushed hard, and the baby started to come out. Peter felt faint, but he stood his ground, holding your hand tightly back.

“There you go! It’s a girl!” One of the doctors spoke up, pulling the baby out. You groaned slowly, head turning to try to see the baby, and he handed her to you.

You gripped her softly, and the heavy sweat on your face made you feel even more tired as you looked at her for the first time.

“Oh, precious…” You whispered, then gazed over at Peter, who was staring at the two of you with awe in his eyes.

“I love you too, so much.” He whispered, finally sitting down in the seat next to you. His hand laid on the baby’s back while you held her with one arm.

You leaned your head up to kiss her forehead, and a tear escaped your eyes, “I love you both too.” You responded.

#peter parker #peter parker x reader #peter parker x you #peter parker fanfiction #thank you for sending this in!

[satansdarlin]

Pandoras box (Tsu'tey x reader)

chapter (1) (2) (3)

warnings for this chapter- cursing and a light bit of ooc for tsu"tey and death threats

word count- 3K

you are an artist who came to draw and record the flora and animals on pandora after your sister gets sick you are taken under the wing of the next chief of the omaticaya tribe.

this series is hopefully the beginning of many more when more movies come out. the reader is actually my own oc just with a name change. i haven't sene the second movie yet but I am very excited to see it with my boyfriend. no beta-read we die like men but did a Grammarly run through.

When the ship landed on Pandora I walked alongside a man I met on the ship, Jake. He was an ex-marine and was here to replace his brother who had been murdered by a man with a gun. I was no fighter or scientist like the others here, I was an artist. My sister was a scientist here and she had gotten into an accident that had put her out of commission since my DNA matched hers just enough they pulled me in to use her avatar, a pretty similar story to Jake except well Paige was still alive. The number of armed men and women around me was astounding and intimidating but my eyes were drawn to the huge arrows that were jammed into the wheels of a wheel loader that passed in front of us. The colors were unique with yellows and blues, an interesting combination. Jake and I were guided into the building where we were ushered to the safety meeting and after that ushered to different areas. So I found myself in Paige’s room she was hooked up to all kinds of machines that were helping her stay alive and she had deep circles under her eyes. 

"You look like shit" I spoke aloud as a threw my backpack onto a chair. She snorted at me before wincing in pain.

"No shit. I feel like shit." She wheezed out to me, I walked to her side and placed a hand on hers. "Listen, kid pandora is a beautiful place but it's still dangerous when you get out there you listen to grace okay? I know you aren't ready for this but they need you to help with this mission. Your drawing skills are going to take you deep into the forest to find plants and animals. You are going to be their eyes you've got to prove that the life out there is worth something to these corporate assholes okay?" 

I nodded in the affirmative, eyeing my sister with concern. A nurse came in and said I was needed in the science bay to test my avatar. Grace was eyeing me up and down, she had not talked to me as severely as she had Jake but it was clear I wasn't what she wanted. 

"An artist and an ex-marine when I need two scientists who studied for years to be here. Just great." She growled as she helped us get hooked up into our coffins like machines. "Just listen to the smart people and maybe I can keep you alive. Just clear your mind and relax got it, Picasso?"

I gulped and nodded again, grace was intimidating. The lid shut, sealing me in darkness with a light blue hue around me, I steady my breathing as I stared up trying to keep myself from panicking. My eyes fluttered shut as I took deep breaths which smoothed out almost like I was falling asleep. I jolted awake. I could hear more, smell more, feel more. The scientists above me spoke as they were checking my reactions and smiling at me as I became responsive. 

"Morning guys" my voice was like I hadn't spoken in days. A racket started to come from Jake's table I turned my head to see Jake ripping off the wires attached to his avatar body. "Jake? Hey, you should probably sit back- you can walk!" I looked in amazement at his legs and smiled at him. The scientist were getting things to sedate him but he was already out the door, norm and I were forced to catch up with him. Norm was shouting about us not supposed to be running but u couldn't help it. The colors around me were so much more vibrant and seemed to almost pulse with beauty to me. The smells around me were new and alluring I found myself running alongside Jake as we skidded to a stop in the garden. I admired the purple fruit growing from the vines.

"Hey, Picasso and marine. Good to see you are up and functioning well. Your motor function seems at the tip-top." Grace's voice came from her gorgeous avatar, I smiled at her. 

"Everything is amazing grace" I spoke with a gleeful tone. She nodded at me in agreement as she tossed Jake a fruit that he caught and began to eat. 

"Come on let's go eat." She tossed me a large sketching pad with some pencils. "Your sister said you'd need one of those." 

And the first night in my avatar body went over without a hitch. Soon after a morning of relaxing, we got our first mission. Norm and grace needed samples, Jake was there to guard, and I was there to sketch out and flora I found. I sat in my avatar body looking out of the chopper as we were in flight my pack full of my art supplies and some rations if I got hungry. Jake rested a hand on my shoulder 

"Nervous?" He had to speak loudly due to the noise. I nodded a bit 

"A little" I looked at him the placement of his white freckles were pretty to me. "You nervous marine?" I teased him a bit and he huffed at me. 

"Not at all" He shook his head as I laughed at him. I looked at my sketchpad and tore out a piece of paper handing it to him. 

"Here I drew it on my first night here. You are a good muse when you aren't looking." The paper had a charcoal drawing of Jake in his avatar form chatting with others at dinner.  He looked amazed as he looked over it 

"Damn you've got a real knack for this stuff huh?" He folded up the paper and put it in his pocket. "Thanks for the keepsake Picasso" 

We landed on the ground and grace lead us deep into the jungle. Once she and norm found their spot, I began to wander a bit looking for interesting flora which I found. It was shaped like a lily pad with more layers spiraling upwards. I crouched down and began to sketch it out as Jake looking bored found me sketching it up. He touched one of the plants only for it to shoot closed. He let out a surprised chuckle and I gasped in surprise before giggling setting my sketchbook in my bag as we touched more watching the shoot closed with a goofy sound. Jake touched one and it caused a domino effect to happen closing all the rest and showing us a creature, which looked like a cross between a rhinoceros and a hammerhead shark. The creature let out a bellow and stomped its foot towards us, as Jake took aim grace spoke up from the tree line. 

"No Jake don't shoot it, its skin is too tough for the bullets to pierce you'll just piss him off" She was watching with a worried look plastered on her face. 

"Well, what the fuck do I do then?" Jake whispered aggressively at her as his tail pushed me behind him. 

"Just stand your ground. Don't run or he will charge" 

The creature took more stomps towards us letting out another warning noise which Jake hissed back at placing an arm across me to protect me almost. The creature whimpered and suddenly ran off to its mother and Jake let out a slurry of curses at it but my ears picked up on something, a low growl. I slowly turned around to see a jaguar-type creature and let out a gasp hitting Jake's arm to make him realize. 

"Grace stand our ground or run?" I spoke loudly as I kept my eyes trained on the creature. 

"Definitely run!" She shouted at us and Jake took no hesitation in lifting me up and throwing me over his shoulder as he ran. The creature gave chase. Jake ducked under the roots before finally, the creature ended up snagging his bag, sending us to the ground. I rolled further from him. Jake uncapped his pack from around him and slipped out of the straps as he grabbed my hand and began draining behind him as we ran, jumping over the edge into a waterfall. Somehow his hand let go of mine and I traveled further downstream. My head bonked a rock at the bottom of the river and it all went black. 

When I came too I had been drug out of the water and it was nightfall. My pack was off of me and so was my knife. I sputtered up water as I coughed it all up out of my lungs. I looked around and my eyes fell on a strong na'vi man pulling my art supplies from my bag as his people stood around him except for the one that had a spear pointed at me though he seemed hesitant as I looked over my clothes I noticed jellyfish like seeds had landed all over me with a white glow surrounding them. The man looked over shocked before it turned to frustration as he growled something out in his native tongue. 

"Get up" He spoke gruffly as he shoved my pack to me. "Up!" He snapped again and I quickly got to my feet. 

"You speak English?" I asked in my daze and this made him more annoyed as he snapped something in his language again before he lifted my weak body onto the back of his horse as climbed on himself. I fell asleep again as he held me secure to his horse. I woke up as he threw me to the ground 

"Get up" He snarled at me as two of his guards grabbed my arms as I yelped. They drug me along through a gigantic tree where I saw Jake also being held by two other guards. 

"Jake!" I whisper shouted at him and he smiled seeing me 

"Good to see you still kicking." A woman stood before him and the man who grabbed me stood before me both looking disgruntled. The leaders came down from the spiral speaking in their languages before the woman circled us and tasted our blood. She came to the same conclusion both times it seemed. 

"What do they call you" She spoke aloud so everyone would hear. 

"Uh (y/n) (l/n)" I answered her question. She smirked a bit 

"Well (y/n) why should we keep you and jakesully alive? What is your purpose?" 

"I am an artist, I'm not a scientist or warrior like Jake. I am simply here to appreciate the beauty of your home and to try to get the Sky people to understand your home is beautiful and should not be harmed. My tribe is broken all that is left is my sister and me. Please I'm all my sister has left."

She nodded a bit at my story and gave Jake time to give his speech which all the na'vi seemed to enjoy except for the two in front of us. 

"Very well. Tsu'tey you will train the girl in the ways of our people as you found her and Neytiri will take Jake and do the same"

They both pitched a fit but knew it was already spoken. Tsu'tey eyed me before grabbing my arm and dragging me up the spiral to an area of hammocks. 

"Tomorrow you learn. Tonight we rest" He jumped into a hammock and touched the side of it and it closed around him. I slowly entered mine with a lot more fear and did the same and slowly sleep consumed me. And I awoke to Norm lightly slapping my face saying my name over and over again 

"She's back with us!" He shouted over to grace as she pulled Jake from his station. Norm eyed me as he helped me up "where were you?" 

"Their home" 

The next day was full of people looking at Jake and me. We had achieved what many of them could only hope to do so on a miracle. Paige was proud and also a little annoyed at my lack of self-preservation. Paige made me practice the names of the na'vi royalty. 

"Tsu'tey is the one who is training me. He's pretty rough but I think we can work out" 

I spoke to grace, norm was glaring at Jake they had been arguing. Norm was upset that jake with no training or knowledge was the one to get in good with the clan princess. Grace helped me into my pod and gave me a nod 

"Be careful Picasso. Tsu'tey could loose his temper on you and that would screw everything up" and she shut the lid before giving me a moment to speak. 

My eyes shut and I drifted back to my avatar body. I jolted up and Tsu'tey seemed annoyed that he had to wait. 

"Today we practice your riding skills." He stood up and began to walk away giving me yet again no time to talk. 

"Wait up!" I quickly clamored out of the hammocks. Tsu'tey whipped around, teeth bared at me. 

"No. You will do things quickly otherwise you will die and if you die my job is over." I put my hands up defensively as he snarled at me towering over me. 

"Okay okay. I understand I'll keep up" He nodded a bit grunting at me before turning around and continuing on his path. 

Eventually, grace moved us up to the floating mountains to continue our work in peace. Working with Tsu'tey was hard, Jake often said he seemed to run me harder than Neytiri ran him but I could see the change I'm myself. I had toned up, the soles of my feet were stronger and I could run faster and longer. I could shoot a clean kill but mostly I could see how proud Tsu'tey became. At first, he hated me just like he hated Jake then it turned into simple distrust and now we had a good friendship if I had to say. He still hated Jake though not much I could do to fix that. 

As I pulled the bowstring back with my arrow lined up I released a breath before letting go of it piercing my prey I quickly hopped down to finish the job whispering the prayer to my fallen prey as I stabbed it cleanly. Tsu'tey watched silently 

"Good. A good clean kill tomorrow you shall participate in Tsaheylu" He grabbed my bicep giving it a gentle squeeze of approval which made me smile at him, I saw the faintest glimpse of a smile on his cheeks before it disappeared. I walked alongside him now no longer at his back, he would hiss or growl at me before but now he welcomed it. 

"You know tsu' I think you might be warming up to me" I teased him lightly flicking his tail with my own. He scowled at me.

"Do not call me that" He huffed at me before turning his gaze back to the path. 

"You didn't deny it" I spoke with a smile and a hand pushed me to the side as he let out a "psh" noise. 

"You are annoying. Like a bug" as I was about to defend myself he continued "but you are fast and sharp like poison. You are like Kali'weya" 

I was touched by his words And bumped him with my shoulder. 

"Don't get soft on me now Tsu'tey" I teased lightly as we walked side by side back to hometree. 

"You are gonna be participating in tsaheylu tomorrow. You need to be prepared, lucky for you kid, that your sister wrote the book about tsaheylu. I suggest giving her a call" Grace spoke up as I was eating my food and I gave her a nod. I had met Tsu'tey's banshee. They were a gorgeous blue color with yellow eyes. They were rather gentle with me which seemed to surprise Tsu'tey. 

I clicked the button on the screen as my sister answered my call she gave me a weak smile to me. 

"Hey, squirt. I heard you are about to get a new friend. Let's talk" Paige explained the details of tsaheylu to me in depth to the point where my nerves were amplified but by excitement as well. As I followed Tsu'tey up the floating mountains I didn't look down once until I had to jump from one to a vine which I did rather poorly making Jake snort before he failed worse than me. The cave was beautiful. Jake and Neytiri went first and then Tsu'tey and myself followed with his other students behind us. 

We watched Jake try and find his banshee but I was watching Tsu'tey a smirk was plastered on his face as he watched Jake fail. "He is going to die trying this" he muttered to his students making them giggle his eyes caught on me as and looked at him with a glare before turning back to Jake 

"Come on soldier you can do better than that can't you!?" Jake flipped me off as he made the bond and began his flight. I was next I stepped down from the rock and grabbed my rope, walking forward the banshee hissed and would fly away til I found her. She was lavender with golden markings and grey eyes she hissed at me which was a hiss I returned she bared her teeth before trying to take a bite out of my leg which I narrowly avoided. I hopped on her back locking my legs around her snout and keeping it shut as I struggled her to the ground as Tsu'tey trained me for. She thrashed under me until I connected my braid to her neural link on the back of her head. The feeling of linking with another creature was hard to explain every time it was amazing though. 

"Fly Kali'weya. It completes the bond you must fly" Tsu'tey shouted to me from the rock and I did just that. Gliding through the air I found I was able to control her rather well and so I named her, Ome. The team took flight together once we all had our banshee as Jake and Neytiri played. I could see Tsu'teys approval in the gaze he gave me. Tsu'tey and I began to fly together from then on.

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Part two

#tsu'tey #avatar #jake sully #avatar 2009 #neytiri #enemies to friends to lovers #alien lover #cat boy #blue people movie #future smut #fluff #angst with a hopeful ending #chapter 1 #tsu'tey x reader

[im-totally-not-an-alien-2]

Black Cat Au part 5

1. The cats usually go out of thier way to avoid Batman. At first they were afraid of him getting thier hands on thier DNA and finding out they weren't fully human, but then they just kept doing it because they knew it bothered him for some reason.

That and he hated seeing the marks and gouges left behind from thier claws after they run up the buildings with them and they didn't want him to lecture them again.

2. The bats need a distraction so Kitty runs over to some street performers/musicians and ask them for thier help. He sings the punk version of Everytime We Touch with a hint of his ghost powers. It works like a charm and a crowd quickly gathers around.

Kitty leaves thousands of dollars worth of jewels in each performers instrument case and walks away casually as thier eyes bug out.

3. In my original imaginings of Black Cat (and how I still view him) Dannys outfit is a copy of Catwomans jumpsuit/ bodysuit with a spare smaller whip wrapped around his waist and acting as a tail, hence the name Black Cat. Alley tried her best but sadly she couldn't get him to wear the open chest version of the bodysuit. (Which i cannot find a reference picture of for the life of me)

"Theres no way I could pull that off."

"Bro, everyone would be able to pull that off" ;)

Cue kitty's red faced sputtering and Catwoman mentioning she wanted grandkittens and Danny firing back with "Deal with the kids you have now!"

In this household we gang up on Black Cat.

4. Robin had just chased a criminal into an abandoned apartment building and took them down. As he was about to finish securing the thug with rope he spotted something glowey and purple out of the corner of his eye. He notified Oracle through the coms and went to investigate only to find a...door? It was completely identical to all the doors around it aside from its color and glowyness. Upon opening it however he came face to face with the Ghost Zone. The bats explored it for a bit before they returned home. The next day the door was normal and no longer lead to a swirly green goo dimension.

5. Danny seemed really worried/distressed when Damian told the purple door story to him at the flower shop and he had a hunch that he knew more than he was saying. But mostly he was feeling protective. What was making his flowerboy so scared and how quickly can he chop it into tiny pieces?

6. Black Cat has a weird reaction to Blood Blossoms and Batman takes note. He discretely starts testing Kitty for other weaknesses to supernatural wards. All others come back negative. Batman eventually chalks it up to an allergy and moves on.

7. Danny eventually tells Damian about Phantom after they land in a time sensitive situation they can't get out of without the use of his powers. He of course swears him to secrecy.

8. Batman accuses Black Cat to be a League assassin sent to infiltrate the batfam and gain thier trust. Kitty was genuinely surprised about assassins being a thing around here. The batfam apologized for Batmans conspiracy theories and Kitty shrugged it off, saying its not the first time he'd been accused of being something he's not and he doubts it'll be the last.

9. If Kitty gets kidnapped after he and Robin start dating he'll start singing the chorus of My Boyfriend's Back to taunt the villian right before Robin appears to beat the stuffing out of them. Bonus if its Skulker and after Kitty reveals Phantom to him, so Damian already knows everything and has tools Kitty made to fight supernatural beings with.

Skulker learns to fear Robin that day.

10. The cats decided they didn't like the pictures on thier wanted posters so they broke into the police commissioners office and personally handed him pictures they took of themselves doing the nya cat pose.

Gordon just puffed on his pipe as the teens jumped out a window to escape, "Kids these days..."

I told myself I wasn't doing more Black Cat stuff but then people made fan art so here I am with more.

#black cat au #prompts #fanfiction prompts #plot bunny #dp x dc #damian x danny #damian wayne x danny fenton #danny phantom #danny fenton #batman #robin #damian wayne #batfam

[ms-hells-bells]

www .wbrz .(com) /news/investigative-unit-rape-victim-ordered-to-pay-her-abuser-child-support/

oh my god, it's real. it's so egregious, and i misunderstood what you said as that it was a reddit story, that i didn't believe it. i have never heard of anything like this in recent US history in my life. his connections have to be insane. (it doesn't say, but this occurred in louisiana)

PONCHATOULA- It's one of the most egregious cases victims' advocates tell the WBRZ Investigative Unit they have ever seen, after a judge awarded full custody to a woman's abuser and forced her to pay child support.

This story dates back decades and involves a woman who was raped at the age of 16 by a man almost twice her age.

Crysta Abelseth knows all too well about overcoming adversity. The now 32-year old is a mother of a teenager that WBRZ has made an editorial decision not to identify because she's a minor. Abelseth's daughter is the child of a rape.

Abelseth met John Barnes in the City of Hammond back in 2005. She says he offered to take her home after a night out at a local restaurant with friends.

"Instead of bringing me home, he brought me to his house," Abelseth recalled. "Once inside, he raped me on his living room couch."

Abelseth did not know Barnes before that night, but came away from it pregnant.

"Everyone assumed it [the pregnancy] was from a boyfriend, and I let them believe that," Abelseth recalled.

Abelseth had a healthy baby girl, and everything was fine until John Barnes learned sometime in 2011 that he might have a daughter.

"When my daughter was five years old, he found out about her, and once he found out about her, he pursued custody and wanted to take her away from me," Abelseth said. "They granted him 50/50 custody despite the fact that [the child] was caused by rape."

A DNA test is part of court documents that proves with 99.97% accuracy, John Barnes is the child's father. Barnes was 30 years old and Abelseth 16 at the time of conception. The act was illegal at the time, even if it were consensual; Abelseth maintains it never was.

Seven years ago, in July 2015, Abelseth pressed criminal charges against Barnes. A report she filed with the Tangipahoa Parish Sheriff's Office for simple rape details everything that was done to her. Abelseth said she waited to file the police report because she did not know the law.

"I thought if I didn't do it the next day, there was nothing I could do about it," Abelseth said. "I went to a trauma counselor, and he said, 'No, you have 30 years after you turn 18.'"

From 2015 until now, nothing has happened with the report. The Tangipahoa Parish Sheriff's Office says an investigation is still open.

"It was never assigned to a detective, and nothing was ever investigated," according to Abelseth.

A search of John Barnes shows he owns Gumbeaux Digital Branding, a web company in Ponchatoula. Barnes' website shows Ponchatoula Police as a client.

Court records in the Tangipahoa Parish courthouse show Barnes admitted he's the biological father of the child. This year, he was granted custody of that child even though a criminal complaint was filed in 2015. Mysteriously those records are under seal, hidden from public view.

Stacie Triche works for the non-profit organization Save Lives. She's helping Abelseth through this tangled web that allowed her perpetrator to get custody of the child.

"When I found out she was a rape victim, and this rapist could potentially get full custody, that's when I stepped in and said something has to be done about this," Triche said.

Things took a dramatic turn this year when a judge granted Barnes full custody. It happened after Barnes alleged Abelseth gave her daughter a cell phone. Abelseth said she was also ordered to pay Barnes child support.

"She's been forced to pay her perpetrator," Triche said. "Forced to pay her rapist child support and legal fees and give up custody of the child that's a product of the rape. It makes no sense."

The WBRZ Investigative Unit discussed this case with the Louisiana Foundation Against Sexual Assault (LFASA). Their lawyers said not only is this egregious, but they've never seen a case like it.

"It seems pretty straight forward that not only did a crime take place, but as a result of the crime, this person should not have custody of the child," Attorney Sean Cassidy with LFASA said.

Abelseth said for years she's tried to go about this the right way through the courts. But having her daughter taken away weeks ago over allegations she gave her a cell phone left her with a lack of confidence that she'll ever get a fair shake with justice impossible to find for the past 16 years.

"He's well connected," Abelseth said. "He's threatened me multiple times, saying he has connections in the justice system, so I better be careful and he can take her away anytime he wants to. I didn't believe him until it happened."

Abelseth said a hearing is scheduled next month to revoke Barnes' parental rights.

Barnes admitted over the phone Abelseth's daughter is his, but referred all questions to his lawyer, who never got back to the WBRZ Investigative Unit.

The Tangipahoa Parish Sheriff's Office continues to say the case is still open.

WBRZ reached out to Judge Jeffrey Cashe, who made the custody decision. An employee in his office said judicial canons prevent the judge from talking about it.

If you would like to help Crysta Abelseth with her mounting legal expenses, you can do that by clicking here.

[exoticraven]

The lifeless body

KlausxDaughterreader

(Au) please use any pronouns u like I just like to write in he/she pronouns. That is what I am comfortable with. Please give me feedback or leave a comment to tell me how I did. I have been working to improve my writing with your guy's help I think I can get better.

Warning: Talks of death, cussing

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One cool winter night Klaus and his daughter Hope crowd around a glass casket. It was a beautiful part of a clearing in the woods where magical creatures of all types run amuck. Sadly on this night, all the magical creatures hold sadness in their hearts as they watch the events that unfold before them. Klaus actually shows tears. Hayley held onto her daughter's hope as hope try to fight her tears. Another woman was at the head of the glass casket with her hand on top. The mother of the child that lay dormant inside the very said casket her hand lay on. How did all this happen you may ask the will of course we have to go to the beginning of all this tragedy

The beginning of the week was a very event day for Klaus and hope. There was a knock on the compound door. Klaus opened it two strange woman at the door. Klaus knew the one that was right in front of him. The young one behind he had no clue who they were. The young one was very timid, her glaze was never up it was always down. The lady in front clear her throat.

"long time no see Klaus" She said

"Ah silva what brings u here?" He question

He moved aside to let them both in. He got a senses this was not a courtesy visit. He looked at the one he called silva her hair was a Burgundy color which curl up toward the ends of her hair. Her beauty was supernatural to said the less.

"May we talk in private?" she raised her brow

He nodded "of course."

She looked over at the younger girl that enter with her. "it about time for her medicine to have a spare bedroom she can lay in?" Silva brush hair out the younger girl's face.

"yes up the stairs and to your left" he said as he point up.

Silva took the girl towards the spare bedroom. Once there the girl lay down on the bed as Silva injected a glowing weird liquid in the girls veins. Once silva was done the younger girl was already fast asleep. Silva took off her shoes and lay the girl's favorite blanket over her and walk out. Silva than rejoin Klaus downstairs where they were alone. Klaus sent Hope off with her mother so Him and silva can talk.

"SO what brings you to me humble abode? I know it wasn't just to see your Ex-boyfriend" he smirk

"of course not Klaus I am here for an serious matter." she said brush a few strands of hair out her face "My sister is planning something bad'' she looked at Klaus with worry.

"Okay how does this involve me?" he walk over to his small bar pouring whiskey in a cup. Taking a sip out of it.

Silva took a deep breath in "Because Klaus it involves both your daughters!" she said with a annoyed tone.

Klaus scoffed "I only have one daughter and that is-"

Silva cut him off "you had a child with me!" silva kind of rise her voice to get her point across.

Klaus shake his head and laugh "yeah right what next you going tell me the boogie man is rea-"

Silva huffed loudly cutting Klaus off once more than pointed upstairs "that person I came in with is your (son/daughter/your gender). (y/pn) name is (y/n) I never told u because I didn’t think u want them." Silva said with sadness in her heart.

Klaus could fell the sorrow Silva harbored  in her heart for not coming him soon with the sleeping child that was upstairs. Klaus looked at Silva with a touch of sadness somewhat believing what the woman had just said.

"What your sister plaining" Klaus tone was serious.

That how Klaus and his daughter hope was roped into this little plan Silva had going. She needed to stop her sister and knew Klaus could help. Klaus did make Silva take a DNA test to prove Raven (y/n) was his. The test came back positive. When Klaus show the results something pulled at his heart. Was it sadness or angry he wasn't quite sure to be honest. While Silva told Klaus of her plans to stop her sister. Raven (Y/n) and Hope was getting along really well. They were showing all the photos of theirs friends. Raven (y/n) was happy with their old life but knowing they had to leave to protect them wasn't something she want to argue against. She wanted to protect them at all cost. Her friends were her family also. Her life may never return to normal but at least her friends were out of harm's way.

2:30 Am on a Thursday night. Silva, Klaus and hope were storming a castle that held Silva sister. Raven(y/n) felt like it was a trap and decide to follow along with two of Silva friends children. The group that embarked with Raven (y/n) was Sera, her boyfriend Zack who Raven (Y/N) had a crush on, Sera little sister crystal and the typical fighter of the group Gen. They follow Raven (Y/N) to the castle. She only knew because she listened to the conviction that hope, Klaus and Her mother had in the library. When they got there which was an easy cause silva, Klaus and hope killed most of the guards. They walked into the castle scared and looking over their shoulders. They came to a big area with Silva, Klaus and hope down on the group hurt and wounded.

"I will finish what I started sister and that finale. The people who wrong me will feel pain like no other!" a ghostly voice said

"I know in your heart u have love I seen when you held Raven (Y/N)-" silva tried to continue but her sister use her magic to shut her up.

"You have fall to realizes that they hurt her to. The decides to beat Raven (Y/N) up for no reason and suck the magic out her. They try to kill her and when all evidences was brought to the front they were cast to the side because greed was the most powerful magic in there that day." the woman said with tears in her eyes "they hurt my little Birdy (Your nickname) sister. They clips her wings and didn’t care. They said she did something that was unforgivable which was a fucking lie!!! They torment her! They shoot drugs up her systems and made her a addict all because they could and they could get away with it.!!" The blue orb that was in the middle of both Silva and her sister grew bigger. "This is the only way they will learn!!! We ease her memories of the events but that getting to her making her go insane to the point it shatter her!! This is what I must do to get the justice she deserves!!"

Silva look up at her sister she wanted called out to her but couldn't because of the spell that was put on her to keep her silence.

"But wouldn't that cause more harm than good Nova?" Klaus question holding his leg. His and hope's healing power was block due to the orb in the middle of Nova and them.

"No they will be put in the ground where they belong!! This Arcane bomb will make sure of it!!''  Nova yelled

The Arcane was ready for use. She was immune to the bomb due an event that happen as a kid that involved an arcane bomb. Sera cast her paralyzes spell but instead of hitting Nova it went into the arcane bomb. Nova laugh at the fail attempt on her life. They attacked Nova but nothing works her hungry for revenged was fueling her. The bomb was about to go off. They move from the orb during the fight which aloud crystal to close the portal underneath it. Nova was beyond angry at this point. She charged crystal which in return trap Nova in a bubble around the arcane bomb. Crystal ran off and made a point as Nova said a few words that cause giants to appear at the beginning of the bridge they came across. Guards were following suit ready to defend their master. Zack and Gen held the big ass doors close with a staff of holding. Anyone could use the staff of holding. Crystal made a portal to the hail side that was far enough to see the castle but not too close to get a after math effect of the bomb. Crystal went through first to strengthen the other side. Sera got Silva thought next than Sera went through. Hope help her father to his feet as the limp towards the portal. Gen was using one hand to keep the staff straight and the other to keep the portal from being suck into the arcane bomb. Hope yelled for Gen to get through the portal he tried to argue her statement but she wasn't having it. Raven (y/n) took control of the staff so Gen could get through. She was using what was left of her powers to be at a distant. She was behind Her father and half-sister. She saw that they weren't going to make it in time. She closed her eyes and step back into the bubble around the arcane bomb to gain some arcane to do what she needs to. She holds her hands out in front her, put them together and did a push movement which cause the portal to move towards Klaus and Hope. The portal collapse after they got thought and was use as more fuel for the arcane bomb behind her. She open her eyes wiping her tears away and whisper a last goodbye. She was trap along with her aunt which her aunt held her knowing Her little bird (your nickname) was not going make this.

Klaus and Hope limp out the now close portal. Everyone was cheering that they made it out alive. The only one that wasn’t was Silva.

"guys where….Raven (Y/N)" she question

No one hear her question over all the cheering. Which angry Silva. Klaus and Hope already knew where Raven was (Y/N) which hurt their hearts. Hope fell to her knees in tears along with Klaus who was holding his devasted daughter. When she saw the teens that arrive with her daughter still happy and cheering not paying any mind that when it made her flip. Since of course she was away from her sister reach thanks to crystal she could speak now.

"ENOUGH WHERE RAVEN (Y/N)! WHERE MY DAUGHTER" Silva said though her tears.

The teens look around finale, their smiles and happy energy drop as the realize Raven (Y/N) was nowhere to be seen or heard. Silva spun on her heels looking at the castle. Silva eyes widen realizing where her daughter was, which she took off trying to get down the hail back towards the castle. Before she even got to the edge Klaus had tackled her to the ground holding Silva in his arms. She struggle against his grip.

"Klaus let me go!! I have to save her!! I HAVE TO SAVE MY DAUGHTER" Silva yelled out.

One of her arms slipped free which she reach towards the castle where her daughter was hoping it was just a dream she could wake up from and see her child sleeping next to her but the pain in her side where she was slash told her otherwise. The bomb went off as Silva screamed out.

"NO!!!....." Silva voice broke. She collapse to her knees while Klaus still held her. Her hand was over her mouth crying. Her world just fell apart. The castle collapse killing the guards and giants that were at the gate. Every one watch Klaus calm Silva down who was crying into his chest. After a while she calm down and the arcane surge was gone. They headed to the castle to see if they could at least recover her body.  Once there they started to shifted thought the debris. Silva and Klaus came to a pile of debris that had walls making a triangle. They both move two walls out the way revealing Nova holding Raven (Y/N) close to her chest. Nova had tears and mumble you shouldn't have died to the now dead child in her arms. Silva went to her knees in tears and yelled at her sister "You cause this!! She gone because of this stupid revenge plan!!!" The teens and hope came up to them. Nova look dead at Sera and said "this should have been u" with venom in her tongue. Sera knew why, so did crystal. Klaus was confused why Nova would said that to a teen they just met will at least he thought they just met. 

"Why should it been her?" he question quietly

"She the one that torture Raven (Y/N). She was the who plan out the events that hurt poor Raven (Y/N) all because she was the most like girl in the school and was going be chosen for prom queen. Sick fuck" Silva said her lips tremble.

Angry rose up in Klaus as he look at Sera. Zack, Gen and crystal was shock and look at her taking steps away from her.

"that a lie" Sera denied the truth that came out of Silva.

"there more she wanted her demonic boyfriend Alastor to rule the world. Raven was trying to stop her. SO in return she use the arcane in raven to open a portal to invite him to this world. That why you wearing the ankle bracelet that stops your magic." Silva said with angry in her voice

Sera open her mouth but nothing came out. She was the villain in the room that even crystal didn't know about. Klaus was about to kill Sera when Hope put her hand on his chest shaking her head. Klaus was angry but as the wish Hope ask he didn't kill sera but she was on top of the list.

"I will find the life gem to bring her back. Than you will end Sera. Mark my words" Nova vanish in thin air.

"You will leave last Sera do not follow any one or talk to any one once we leave" Klaus lash out

Klaus went over and pick up his now dead daughter in a princess style and started to carried her out the debris. Silva, Hope and crystal follow suit. Gen gave one last look at Sera and shook his head following Crystal.

"Zack please I have change" Sera said sweetly

"That a damn lie. You block my memories of Raven (Y/N) once. It will not happen again. Bye sera I hope you are happy for what u have done." He walked away leaving sera look at him with tears.

He had to Jog to catch up with the others. Tears in his eyes knowing he could have stopped all the tourmate that sera did to Raven (Y/N).

That brings us to where we started the funeral of their dear Raven (Y/N). Klaus was wanting revenge for his fallen daughter. Hope to seek the same thing as her father. They may not be a full-blooded sister but the way they got along was like there had been sisters along. Silva was gone her world destroy her little baby now laying in a casket of glass. Silva didn't know what she wanted now. All that she held dear to her heart was now gone. Klaus's other siblings Elijah and Rebecca were at his side watching their brother's sorrow. Hayley held Hope close to her. They lay the most beautiful flower on top of the casket as the wind slowly blows out the candles one by one. The world cry out because of this death and everyone on the planet could feel it.

To be continued..... <3

#Klaus x daughter #the originals #klaus mikealson x reader #klaus mikaelson #sadnees #x reader #the originals x reader #the originals x you #the originals x y/n

[kiss-my-freckle]

My season 10 prediction for Agnes.

I’ll try to make this as short as possible, but it’s been 6 seasons since Agnes was first brought into the show. I believe they aged her against their timeline for the sake of their religious aspect, and are returning to Lady Ambrosia’s episode.  

The age of religious maturity. Bat Mitzvah. The  end of adolescence. Lady Ambrosia. Rebirth, transformation, Red and Little Red. 

Red: Do you really want your child to pay the price for that mistake for the rest of his or her life?

Red has a term for this. It’s called a sin eater. 

Red: I’m a sin eater. I absorb the misdeeds of others, darkening my soul to keep theirs pure. That is what I’m capable of. 

Liz was the one considering giving her child up for adoption. 

Liz. I’m thinking about giving the baby up for adoption.

Ressler was the one completely against it. 

Ressler: I’m not saying it’s easy, but I’d never give up my kid for adoption.

Agnes is written with two different outcomes. One to parallel the very dead real Red, like those children in Lady Ambrosia. This is where “Little Red” Riding Hood comes in. Liz parallels Katarina due to her second memory wipe. That’s where Tom Keen comes in. 

Dom: For most people, baptism comes early. My daughter had to wait half her life to be reborn.

Aram: In fact, I was at your christening. You couldn’t have even been a - a few months old.

The age of religious maturity for girls is 12. like Anya in Lady Ambrosia. 

Tatiana: She's an angel.

Cooper: She’s 11.

Shuster: She’ll be… transformed.

Liz: I’ll be… transformed.

Liz: Speak of the devil. It's the devil.

Liz: I’m expecting a little devil of my own.

This is where Laurel Hitchin comes in. 

Hitchin: Hand to God, how amazing was Saturday? I know I’m his mom, but Philip’s Bar Mitzvah - cutest thing ever. Although my idiot husband did order 500 extra swag bags, so one for you, one for you -

Hitchin: The mint-chocolate candies are a little stale, but the red-velvet cake pops - to die for.

Ressler is the idiot husband who had red-velvet cupcakes with Liz on her birthday in The Longevity Initiative. 

Samar: What should I call you - my idiot boyfriend or my idiot husband?

Samar: I’m sorry. Excuse me. Could you help us? My husband is a complete idiot.

Liz: Hey, guys, what you got? Aram: A birthday card and 31 red-velvet cupcakes. Uh, well, uh, 30. I couldn’t resist. When are you coming back?

I believe Keenler baby will be revealed. 

Ressler: All this to hide an unwanted pregnancy? Who’s the mother? Pastor Darvis: There is no mother. I gave birth to Luke myself. 

Liz: Oh, my God. You’re not carrying a child. You’re carrying drugs?! Alexandra: I fell at the airport. I think maybe -  Maybe the package ruptured.

Ressler: The drug test came back negative. I’ve been reinstated, but, um– Park: But what? Ressler: The hormonal levels in my readings, they were irregular.

Red referred to Ressler as the second-string quarterback. Next thing you know, he’s seeing a sports doctor for his drug/pregnancy test. 

Ressler: What does that mean? Red: I mean - that if this were the high-school prom, she’d be the pretty loner standing on the sidelines, and you’d be the second-string quarterback guzzling down the punch, hoping to cop a feel off her during “Stairway to Heaven.”

Ressler: Is that even possible? Dr. Francis: I spent a decade as a team doctor for pro athletes. Believe me, when you’re playing for your next contract, anything’s possible. Those guys want it so badly, they’re willing to do anything. Are you?

Correction for both of them. 

Doctor: What it means is, you were pregnant.

Hannah Hayes, Marko Jancowics, The Avenging Angel. It’s not safe to assume Tom is the father. Better to actually know for sure, considering it took three DNA tests for Liz to find out her biological father was dead and buried. One in 4x7, one in 4x22, and one in 5x22.

Back to their religious aspect, Agnes now nearing 12, and the fact that 10 is the final season. Red is likely to die, leaving behind a criminal empire worth a great deal of money. As Agnes’ father, the discs meant for Liz would fit Ressler.

Red: You will have one blind spot, one weakness that can’t be willed out of you. And that’s Agnes. I have no advice for you there. All I can tell you is, uh - do your best, and hold on to that like it’s the last thing in your heart.

Dembe is now an FBI agent working alongside Ressler. This is how both Red’s granddaughter and Dembe’s granddaughter will become the new Red and Dembe. 

Dembe: Raymond! Ours is a friendship forged once in this life and again in the next. Goodbye, my brother.

Not like brothers, but like sisters - as they push to reveal Red is Katarina.  

Vasilia: The only thing that could change my mind is you bringing her back.

Liz: No matter what happens, I love you to the moon and back.

I’m fully predicting that Ressler and Agnes will find out they’re father and child, and they’ll have a reunion that mirrors Vasilia and Anya. I believe that’s why they’ve yet to actually give them a scene together. They’ve been keeping them apart for the sake of emotional impact. 

Vasilia: How did you find me?

From finding Liz. 

Aram: That’s right - Keen. K-E-E-N. First name’s Elizabeth.

To finding Agnes. 

Red: You were wrong about him once. What makes you so sure you’re not wrong this time?

That’s right - Ressler. R-E-S-S-L-E-R. First name’s Agnes. 

Red: R–O–M–E–O Romeo.

Another Theo was added to storyline in Ressler's S9 episode. Agnes is nearing 12 years old, the end of adolescence. Just listen to Red's story to Vasilia, and picture Wujing breaking Shuster out of prison.

Red: And old Zeeb had been signing, “My wife, my daughter, my life.” Six words, unspoken, convinced that guard to let us go.

Dead wife, dead child...

I suspect an attempted suffocation. Like Liz and the cellophane in 5x8. Like the bag Theo suffocated Ethan’s mother with. 

"Share it with someone special."

"I’ve been saving this for a special occasion."

"Oh, I think you’re very special."

My prediction: Wing Yee's and red-velvet cake pops to die for.

Time for Agnes’ 12th birthday, for Wing Yee’s and red-velvet cake pops to die for. All of it tying in Ressler’s sad flower of weddings past. Because Liz didn’t want to marry Tom. She wanted to marry the father of her child. [x]

#Anti-Tom Keen #Anti-Keen2 #Keenler baby theory

[stan-r-marsh]

second generation family secrets • bebe&stan • 10.01.22

@bebexstevens

Spending a full day working in relative solitude works wonders, the physical labor gets out the pent up emotions and he has plenty of time to digest the information and periodically took the time to recheck the facts to make sure he wasn't getting confused.

What he knew for certain was that he witnessed three positive pregnancy tests, he slept with the girl long enough ago, and didn't use protection. Now he didn't know if it was his at a dna level yet, but didn't remember the last time he heard a guy in the locker room say something about sleeping with her. So to him it was most plausibly his, but knew his mom might suggest a dna test so he wanted to at least mentally prepare for that. His mom literally buried a body his goldfish killed when he was 8, who knew what she was willing to do to keep him from being 'trapped' by a girl. His dad would probably be excited to have a baby shower and have attention from the other dads.

Randy would be very into the idea of being a grandfather, and Stan predicted maybe a shift towards religion and a pressure to get married. He could almost see it already, his dad pressuring him to have a backyard shotgun wedding. 'For the baby's sake', but in actuality Randy just wants attention from his peers. How would Kyle react? He can only not tell his best friend for so long, but even then it's better for him to know so he can have someone on his side.

While lost in his thoughts, finishing up his last bits of menial labor, and starting to log everything, that's when he got the break up message and Kyle's text. Well, now Stan didn't have to break things off with Wendy, she went and did it herself. This was ideal, now he could be publicly with Bebe if she felt comfortable with that. To steal your best friend's boyfriend is risky business but it seemed to go over that that bad so far... Until he saw the fresh new Eavesdropper article with his texts on screen. He didn't have a app on his phone so that part threw him off but the texts were real.

His stomach dropped to the floor, his throat closed up, there was no way people would really believe it, right? It was true, but he wasn't ready for the information to go public quite yet. His apple watch started beeping, signaling that 6pm had hit. He had one hour before Bebe would show up, so he made strides to his dads office.

"Hey Stan," he heard his dads chipper voice the second the doors opened, but his expression grew confused at his son's demeanor.

"Dad," he started, but he didn't know how to continue. "I got a girl at my school pregnant."

"You got Wendy pregnant?" Randy asked flabbergasted. "Stan!"

He shakes his head, "No, Bebe the blonde one." And he realized the moment he said it how bad he really sounded. But instead his dad grins and nods.

"Nice Stan. You know, when I was your age I got a blonde pregnant too. That's why Thomas doesn't like me very much." That puzzled Stan for a second, what blonde had a son with black hair?

Mental crickets, until ,,, Craig. Craig's mom is blonde and he has black hair. "Craig's my brother?!?!?" That was way more shocking to him than the fact he was about to be a dad in a matter of months. He had a brother, a half brother but a whole ass brother really and he had no idea.

Nodding and grinning Randy continues, "Yea son, fucking hot blonde women is just what Marsh men do Stan. You're becoming a man."

He had to go. This what not the conversation he meant to have, that he wanted to have or needed to have. Full irish exit, silent power walking to go take a shower and try to process what he just found out. He's a dad, Craig's an uncle? Part of it made sense, why else did he feel like he needed to take care of this baby if it wasn't karma for his dad abandoning Craig. But as time crept forward he had to decide to let this whole Craig thing be for a later time.

7:00 on the dot, Stan set a alarm to make sure he was fully ready. Looking fresh, feeling clean. But mentally so drained and confused. He had been promised leftover which even that sounded nice after the past two days he's had.

Checking himself out in his mirror when he hears his mom call up the stairs that his friend was there and to come down.

#; thread #; bebe

[krys-loves-otome]

4, 10, 11 👀

Give Me A Number OC Meme!

4. Any Villain OCs?

Technically speaking, he's more of an antagonist than a straight up villain, but in his early days, Haiiro did have some villain qualities, if tame ones, as shown from this old, old comic page when I tried to make a comic of about Takashi (his half brother he's talking about) and his adventures. Forgive the artwork for it is old and creaking and I do not know how to comic (it does read left to right tho!).

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10. Favorite OC Design

I was doing the Christmas color scheme long before Hideyoshi von IkeSen came into my life, lol

Here is Skyler, who is a vampire. He was from an era in my life where I loved giving character two-toned hair (him, Takashi and his waifu Arianna) because I thought it looked cool (you can also tell I was a YGO kid because of this). He's had eras of cutting his hair but it's always with black bangs while the rest was green.

Runner up after Skyler would have to be Houki, because her design is easy for me to remember: straight center part in her hair, round glasses, green eyes, blue and pink kimono.

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11. Would you consider yourself nice to your OCs?

...I'd be lying if I said the answer was a resounding yes.

A short list of my OCs troubles and ills: -Takashi is a Fallen Angel, accused of a crime he didn't commit. Not to mention, whenever he summons his wings, they tear through his back, blood spattering included. It's quite painful, so he only calls on them out in a dire emergency. If one was to see him without a shirt on, they'd see the two long scars his wings emerge from.

-He also met his waifu at a bar where she was going to sell herself to support her family, but Taka tricked everyone with paying for her in key rings rather than actual money. He then swept her family away on his adventures rather than facing an angry mob.

-Haiiro is a magical test tube baby, a mixture of angel and demon dna. The means to collect specimens from his parents were... well, not ethical, to say the least. It's why he and Takashi are half brothers as they share the same father, technically speaking.

-Skyler sells his venom to make ends meet as he lives in a polycule with a dragon friend and a wizard that took in his nieces when their parents died.

-OC in the tube comic, his name is Bara (it was a time before I knew the connotation of that word, I just wanted to name him Rose, but in a different way), he gets his memories taken away frequently so he could become the perfect hunter of magical creatures. (He eventually gets to have romantic feel-feels for one of Skyler's wizard boyfriend's nieces, so good for him)

-Thea never knew her birth father and she'd liked to keep it that way, after seeing how he affected her mother.

-Maddie was bullied when she was young for being 'a weird kid'.

-Abby and Miri came from abusive homes.

Thanks for the ask!

#meme thingys #krys's babies #haiiro imeteri (oc) #skyler damien (oc) #most of the art featured here is so old weep #most recent is houki and yasu of course #Haii and Skyler's portraits are from a pride flag pic I did back in 2018 #the comics and such were from 2008ish #so yeah...

[secondhnd]

if you’re hearing HOLD ME LIKE A GRUDGE by FALL OUT BOY playing, you have to know MARIGOLD REED (SHE/HER; CIS WOMAN) is near by! the 32 year old DIVORCE ATTORNEY has been in denver for, like, THREE YEARS. they’re known to be quite SELF SERVING, but being DETERMINED seems to balance that out. or maybe it’s the fact that they resemble ALISHA WAINWRIGHT. personally, i’d love to know more about them seeing as how they’ve got those AN OLD BRIEFCASE YOU REFUSE TO PART WITH, BEING MARRIED TO YOUR JOB, A DESIRE TO KNOW WHO YOU REALLY ARE vibes. and maybe i’ll get my chance if i hang out around the WASHINGTON PARK long enough!

Marigold was raised by a single mother. Well... mostly. Though her dad wasn't around, her mom was never single for long. There was a boyfriend here, a fiance there. She married when Marigold was three, again when she was eight, twelve, sixteen. None of them lasted long and she watched her mom go through drawn out court battles. It led to her wanting to be a divorce attorney to make things run more smoothly in these kind of situations.

As far as romantic relationships go, she's avoided them herself. They seem like more trouble than they're worth and she hasn't met a person who makes it seem worth it. (Yet?)

When she was younger, her mom raised her to not let anything stand in her way if there was something she wanted. She took that seriously, developing an attitude of doing whatever it took to get to the top.

At the moment, she's simply a junior associate at her firm, but she's not going to be there for long if she has anything to say about it.

Recently, she did a DNA test, trying to figure out more about her biological father and found out she had a half sibling, Malachi Dubois, living in Denver. She's reached out to him and doesn't know if it's going to go anywhere but she's hoping it will because she's always wanted a sibling or two.

WANTED CONNECTIONS:

you know how there are hallmark movies and romcoms where people are all career driven and fall in love with someone? something like that

friends

clients, possibly? :-)

#chq;intro #☾ hold me like a grudge ↘ marigold

[fog-weaver-of-nyc]

ok last thing. honest opinion of each of your loved ones GO!

... I guess I'll start with my kids.

Harry Jr: My first child, and someone who I adore. At first I just took him in to protect the kid, intending this to be temporary, but he grew on me quickly and now I can't fathom not having him in my life. I adore him, even if I'm not the best at showing it.

Jace: The second kid I took in, even if he already had a guardian in the form of his Nana. He's steady and calm, a needed rock in this whirlwind of a family, even if at first it thought he was reckless and was going to get himself killed. Now I can say he's probably the most responsible of us, and why he's the one that will inherit the position of CEO of Ashen Designs.

Bryce: Our newest addition. He's a sweet kid, and It makes me angry everytime what happened to him has a new piece revealed. He needs the therapy, I know it, but it's too risky to send him to therapy here. I'm considering seeing if I can't forge the papers so all of us can see a therapist in Ez or the girls' world, but it's slow going sorting that mess out. It just breaks my heart seeing such a gentle child jump at his own shadow.

Athena: Speaking of the girls, Athena, my second eldest. I worry for her constantly, as I wish she wasn't in this life style, but I take solace in the fact I can guide and help her when I can. I just hope she will be better than me, and that my anger doesn't become a learned behaviour.

Thalia: My youngest daughter at the moment. She's a clever kid, and very out going in comparison to her siblings, but that's a good thing. She helps bring the others out of their shells, and gives Harry Jr someone to test his mind against. I just hope she is careful when hacking and hiding her activities.

The embryos: I can't say much here on personality, they are in fact embryos, but I still love them. I just fear I've cursed them, that my divine genetics will make their lives hell, and that they will hate me. All I can do now is hope that these worries are unfounded.

On to the adults that aren't my partners.

Ez: This person forces their way into my life and has refused to leave, something I found aggravating at first, but now see as something comforting. Ma will never replace Evelyn, but she's like the little sister I was missing.

Harry Sr: A pain in my ass and a source of many concerns. But he's like my younger sibling, and someone I still care about, even if I wish he had told me exactly what he needed my DNA for.

Alpha/Gwen: If Ma was the younger sister, Alpha is the older sister and my closest friend. Our relationship can be testy at times, but we always find a way through

Now for Norma and Finn.

Norma: She's an incredible woman, with eyes as sharp as her tongue and a mind sharper still. Norma intimidates and enthralls me in equal measure leaving me forever grateful that she even gave me a glance. I'm also so proud of her and how far she's come in repairing her relationship with Harry Sr.

Finn: My boyfriend and the biggest pain in my neck, literally and figuratively. He's an odd one, but like Norma, his brain is something else. It's Infinitely fascinating to watch them to debate theories and hypotheses over dinner together, albeit rather unhinged.

Finally, the animals are all good boys and girls and I love them almost as much as I love my partners.

#ic #10/10 asks.