#second gif is unfixable

[floppydiskettess]

VALORANT AGENTS REACTING TO THEIR S/O GETTING INJURED ON A MISSION

featuring - sage, killjoy, cypher, yoru, sova, gekko, viper

a/n : cyphers part contains a lot of angst and alcohol talk. i couldnt let it ALL be fluff 😋

✮~ Sage ~✮

literally the sweetest ever, but this doesn't need to be said

if its a minor injury, she will definitely be giving you a talk about being safer and how to prevent that from happening

"but what if it was something more serious? something even I couldn't heal? you must be more careful angel."

if her s/o was harmed badly, she would do two things.

one, she would immedietely drop everything and rush towards healing you, this woman will stay up all night trying to heal you and make sure that there is not so much as a scratch left on your body. she would definitely overwork herself but making sure you are alright is all that matters.

two, the second you are stable and resting, she is going to find out whichever enemy agent hurt you and fuck. them. up.

im talking full battle sage, she will have no mercy if the injury they caused was threatening enough.

she may excude sweet and kind energy but she is one scary lady when the people she loves are harmed

she knows exactly how damaged a body must be for it to be unfixable.

"I'm so sorry I couldn't be there my dear, but they won't be hurting you again."

she will be watching you carefully, even asking brimstone to take you off of missions for a short time or asking him to keep an eye on you.

she doesn't know what she would do if she lost you..

☻︎~ Killjoy ~︎︎☹︎

she blames herself, how could she not? she designed most of the stuff...it must be a error in her inventions.

she will work night and day trying to figure out what happened. was it a weapon error? did the gun she designed for you malfunction? oh no was she to blame for anyone elses injuries?!

it would take a lot of reassurance for her to calm down. after all, this wouldn't have happened if she had been more careful...right?

"Mein gott...you scared me. I thought I lost you schatzi..."

she is going to be by your side after sage discharges you from her infirmary. expect lots of physical affection (if your comfortable with it.) and care.

she will treat you as if you were glass about to break. you will not be doing any chores while you recover.

oh you need to work on a mission report? its already finished and submitted. you are hungry? she would cook a lovely meal her parents would make her when she was sick. (with the help of some other agents...shes probaly not a great cook lets be honest..)

"KJ...Sage gave me the all clear! I can do it!"

" Nein nein! You are going to rest mein Häschen! I don't want you straining yourself!"

♖~ Cypher ~♖

if you get injured, be it minor or major. this man will WORRY.

he already lost everything, he cannot lose you either. if he did...he would have nothing.

when sage showed up at his door covered in blood and bruises. he knew something went wrong.

you told him you were going on a small mission. just an in and out radianite extraction at an abandoned lab. he had no reason to worry...right?

when he heard what had happened, he was devastated. what was supposed to be a quick mission turned out to be a setup. what makes it worse? you were alone at your site.

he will be thinking the worst. what if you...? if he had only done a more detailed check on the lab...maybe he could have protected you. but he didn't. he feels like he failed.

you spend weeks in the recovery bay, lying unconcious.

he spends those weeks without you in his lab drinking the memories away and trying to figure out what happened.

he just cannot function with the thought of losing you at the back of his mind at all times.

he knows he was caught when viper appears at his doorway with a concerned glare and a solemn looking sage in tow. he can't remember most of it, but viper was worried? about him?

soon he was also transported to sages infirmary. getting put on nutrients and oxygen. it was obvious he was not taking care of himself without your presence

when you wake up, he would be right there cradling your cheek with his hand. his mask nowhere in sight. all that matters was that you were safe now

"يا حياتي..i was so scared i lost you"

he will never forget his past, but he looks forward to his future with you.

can you tell i like cypher guys :)

☁︎~ Yoru ~☁︎

do not even get me started on this man

he would be extremely angry.

but is it at you, the others, or maybe himself?"

upon hearing the news, he would immediately check on you. seeing your unconcious body just makes something in him snap. the thought that someone had done this to you...he plants a soft kiss to your temple, before storming out of the infirmary.

for the next few days, he would lash out at everyone around him. sage came around to bring him some food as he had not left his room and he just...lost it.

he wasn't even sure who he was yelling at, who he was blaming for what happened. poor sage looked petrified and the others seemed to gather the idea yoru didn't want to be talked too right now.

with no word from anybody about your condition, he lay down on his bed and cried numbly. every night he would teleport into where sage had kept you to heal. he would sit in silence staring at your asleep face before always kissing your forehead goodbye. in hopes that somehow, you would wake up.

he went to your room and grabbed some sweaters of yours, every night he slept with them for comfort, clinging onto them as if they were going to leave him too.

when you wake up, he won't care about keeping his mysterious "badass" persona up. he will be at your side holding your hand and crying.

"please be more careful 私の日光...i don't know what i would do if i lost you."

when sage discharges you, he will be glued to you. he will simple little things for you (such as opening doors for you.)

his love language is definitely acts of service

if you teased him about this though, he will never admit to it.

he will be doing simple things such as cooking meals, cleaning up, and helping you finish any work you have

he is so domestic

he may not be super outwardly affectionate, but with each small favour he does for you he is putting all of his love into it.

𖦹~ Sova ~𖦹

sova is literally the most caring boyfriend...like ever..

if its a minor injury, he will treat it (if sage and skye are off on a mission).

he will definitely lightly scold you, not to be mean! just because he hates seeing you hurt and in pain.

"ангел. please be more careful next time..you know i hate seeing you upset."

if it was a major injury though, he is relatively the same.

he isn't scared to cry infront of the others, when he gets the news that your mission went south he was crying into sages shoulder.

he would stay with you the entire recovery. sage had to keep kicking him out at nighttime but eventually she realized she couldn't stop him. she simply would bring meals for him whenever he would forget to eat.

he would sit and tell you about his day, how the missions were going, even the silly schenanigans that the younger agents were pulling

"yoru tried to get revenge on phoenix for his prank but it went so bad ангел. he entered his rift and jumped out to scare him, but reyna happened to have just been passing by! she was absolutely livid родная. i have never seen our dear riftwalker so terrified!" he chuckled

when you woke up, he was still there lightly snoring against the chair sage had brought him.

when he woke up, he was thrilled, his eyes immediately lighting up like a childs

"have you been sitting here the whole time?"

"of course my dear. as if i would leave you."

߷~ Gekko ~߷

as the newest agent, he hasn't known you for very long. your relationship was coming up to a few months old but he hadn't told you how much he loved you yet.

so naturally, when he heard you were injured he was terrified

he knew this job was dangerous! he just never thought it would be you getting injured...he also never really thought of anyone getting badly injured

he was training with harbour when he overheard a mission going wrong...a mission you were on.

he would rush to the infirmary overloading sage with questions about you

"Sage!! Finally...que pasó?? Neon told me something happened on the mission?!"

Appariently, you had gotten caught in a fight with the enemy Breach and he hit you with his aftershock.

He didn't know much about Breach, but he knew that man had quite a bit of strength in his abilities (being like...bionic you know?"

After some skillful and strategic convincing (pathetic and annoying begging) Sage agreed to take him to see you.

When he caught sight of you lying in the bed staring up at the ceiling, he let out a big sigh he didn't even know he was holding.

"Mi sol! Oh mierda I was so worried! What happened?"

He would be sitting patiently listening to you explain what happened. All while staring at you softly.

"Shooottt...sounds like you had a busy mission! I am just happy you made it back cariño."

☠︎︎~ Viper ~ ☠︎︎

if you were minorly injured, it was probably from tinkering with her poison vials and one leaked onto your fingers

after hearing your grunt in pain, she turns around and her eyes widen, rushing towards you.

"Idiot, I said not to touch anything!"

she swears under her breath before wiping it away and rubbing some sort of cream onto your hand

"Honestly..who would touch something containing poison WITHOUT protection?"

her biggest fear? her poison causing you harm.

so what if a mission were to go wrong and you happened to step into a bubble of her poison?

it was a genuine wrong place wrong time situation. she had a poison bubble deployed and sitting on the ground, as she activated it she looked up to see your frame walking overtop of it.

she shouts to get you to move, but you don't hear her in time. next thing she knows, you are on the ground out cold with green and purple lines all over your face.

she quickly would call for backup, holding you tight but trying to avoid the chemical burns.

when she is back to safety, she rushes to sage's infirmary with your barely warm body in her arms

unfortunately, the poison had seeped into some open wounds you had. causing it to spread throught your body. viper leaves sage alone to do her job, pacing back and forth outside.

she knew how strong her poison could be, but she also knew how strong your body was. you would survive. you had too.

after a few hours, a tired sage walks out and nods, signaling it went well.

viper rushed into the room and immediately looked at your sleeping face, wincing at the fading bloodshot lines on your face.

"i'm so sorry love..please wake up soon"

she would wait by your side holding your hand and occasionally planting soft kisses to the back of your hand.

she knew you would be ok, but she couldn't help but feel bad that her miscommunication and carelessness caused this to happen to you.

when you wake up, she would be whispering soft apologies into your ear

"i promise...you will never feel this pain again my dear."

a/n : holy shit guys!!!! this took a while!! i spent a good 4 hours writing all this JDJSBSJSKSKSN its probably cringe im sorry

but yeah! i tried my best to write this with a gender neutral reader in mind but in some of these its definitely a bit more fem reader leaning! also i do not speak any of the languages spoken in this so if i made a mistake or used something wrong PLEASE let me know so I can fix it!!!

#valorant headcanons #valorant x reader #yoru x reader #viper x reader #sage x reader #sova x reader #cypher x reader #gekko x reader #killjoy x reader #valorant #valorant x y/n #valorant x you #y/n not used #but its implied #headcanons #ooc post #valorant fanfiction

[byunpum]

I've been stuck on your page for the last few hours, I'm obsessed. can i ask for something?

reader and neteyam really don't like each other but recently reader has been depressed and sad with homesickness. he notices and decides to show her Pandora's beauty and convince her that life is worth living. she does not understand the intention since they are always fighting. (Can be smut or just fluff

Pair: Neteyam x Human reader

Tw: Cute, neteyam being cute baby boii, worried, falling in love.

Warning: the characters have 20's. None, fluff <3

AVATAR MASTERLIST

"Are you sure it's absolutely unfixable" you ask as you watch max try to repair your old laptop. It was really old, half the keyboard didn't work, the battery was a mess and if it lasted more than 20 minutes without the charger it was a miracle. But it was the only thing you had to remember your parents. On the laptop there were moments you had lived with them, old and badly recorded videos. Of jokes and domestic moments. They were precious to you… since they had passed away. Your parents were part of the scientists who were chosen to stay in Pandora, but when the RDA returned to Pandora and burned a large part of the forest, your parents were nearby and died. Luckily for you, you had stayed with the sullys and Mo'at. You were barely a year old. In that old computer was the only thing you appreciated. And now it was damaged.

"I'm sorry Y/N… the most I can do is try to recover the memories. But I can't promise anything" says max, trying to solve your problem. The man knows this is so precious to you. You get up from the desk. "I'm going for a walk, yes?" you speak up, grabbing your coat and heading out for a walk. "Ok, watch out" max says, he decides to check the computer again to see what he can do. You get out of the wagon where the lab was, and start walking through a rocky area of the cave, which was now your home. Damn…you felt so bad. Frustrated and sad. The day couldn't get any worse, but you feel a tap on your head. You ignore the knock, maybe a rock fell from the ceiling. You keep walking for several seconds until you feel another tap. You stand still and hear a chuckle in the background.

"Neteyam…I know it's you idiot!!!" you yell, and turn to see the navi boy, sitting high up on a rock. Your nightmare himself, or so you were telling him. You two had grown up together, when you were kids you were very close, everyone even joked about the little romance you two had. But when you became teenagers you drifted apart and now that you are older, all you do is argue. It wasn't a big argument, but you didn't talk to each other regularly anymore and you and Neteyam wouldn't stop arguing. You watch as the boy leaves his resting place and walks towards you. - "Are you okay? Do you look a little…" neteyam asks, bringing a hand close to your face, causing you to pull away. -"Can you leave me alone?" you say, pulling away. - "Hey, I was just going to ask you if you've seen kiri, you idiot?" says neteyam. You turn around and roll your eyes. - "No…I don't know where she is and I don't care" you continue on your way leaving the boy alone.

Neteyam started to wonder why you were so upset with him, it's not like you guys were the closest. But your attitude today was very…aggressive. He decided to ignore this moment and focus on finding his sister, after all that was more important. The days passed and neteyam could notice how you had been absent from some activities. Well, your activities with kiri, you were always with her and tuk. And he had barely seen you. It wasn't like he was worried about you, but he was worried about his sisters. They were missing you. -"She must be sick," says tuk, to his sister. Kiri, tuk and neteyam were on their way to the lab where they always met you. -"I doubt it… she was fine. Maybe someone here said something stupid," says Kiri, looking at his older brother. Neteyam makes a face. -"I didn't do anything to her… they know I don't talk to her," says neteyam.

-"You don't talk to her…but you know where she is all the time," tuk speaks in a mocking voice. Causing his brother to blush, neteyam makes the greatest attempt to hide his embarrassment. The brothers arrive at the lab, and see that it's just max. -" "Hey guys, how are you?" the man is working with some new samples. -"Max…glad you're here, hey what's going on with Y/N. We haven't heard from her in days" asks Kiri. Max adjusts his hair a bit, and sighs. - "She's fine…it's just." the man bends down and pulls out something destroyed from under his desk. It's similar to the monitors his father has in the hut. -"What is that?" neteyam walks over to examine the object. -" This is a laptop, here…here were videos and memories of y/n's parents" says max, you could hear the sad voice.

-"She really appreciated this, but it's very old. So it broke," max keeps the pieces of the laptop under his desk. - "So she's just sad?" says tuk, the girl is worried about you. -"Yes, but don't worry, she'll be fine. She just needs space," says max, as he continues to work on his samples. -"Can we go to her room?" asks Kiri, Max says yes and they all go to Y/N's room. When they get there, they can see how the door is half open… Kiri and Tuk rush in. But neteyam stays at the edge of the door. They are silent, because they notice that you are fast asleep. But your face was swollen, they could tell you had cried yourself to sleep. The girls decide to leave your room, and let you rest.

After that day neteyam couldn't stop thinking about you, shit… he had never seen you so depressed. So he decided to do something about it. Neteyam sees how his father is looking at those weird monitors. -"Dad… what's that thing you use to store memories?" asks Neteyam. Jake laughs a little at his son's choice of words. -"Are you talking about the camera?" asks Jake, neteyam smiles in approval. - "Well…the camera is used to take pictures and also to record videos." jake says. Neteyam is thoughtful for a moment. - "Videos…like saved moments?" says neteyam. - "Yes…moments that are captured and you can watch them all the time," says Jake. The man can see his son in his deep thought, he sees how the ears were twitching and his tail was wagging slowly.

"What are you thinking?" asks jake, but neteyam says nothing and just says goodbye to his father and runs out of the hut. The night came quickly, and you had gone out to look for something in some boxes that were outside the lab wagon. It was the first time you had left your room in a whole week. "Hello" you recognize the voice, but compared to other times…this time it sounded soft. You turn around to see who it was. Neteyam was behind you, he looked so good. You could tell he had fixed the braids in his hair, and bet he had gone to the river. And he had new clothes on his body. -"Hi… everything okay?" you say, in comparison to you, who only had on a pair of legging shorts and a crop top. -"Are you busy?" asked neteyam, this took you by surprise because you swore you were going to say something stupid. -"mmm no…why?" you say, as you watch neteyam come a little closer. You can visualize his tail wagging faster behind him. -"Do you want to take a ride on the ikran?" asks neteyam, he is talking fast.

You keep quiet for a moment, it's been a long time since neteyam had been… not very nice to say the least. And now he's behaving like this? What was he planning? -"Are you going to throw me from the heights?" you speak, crossing your arms across your chest. Neteyam laughs a little, and pulls out a small bundle from his bag that was hanging around his waist. From what you can analyze, it was an outfit. -"Look… I made this for you. Why don't you put it on. I'll be waiting for you my ikran" before you protested, neteyam tapped your head and walked out to her ikran. You look at the clothes he had given you, they were beautiful. It was hand woven and with beautiful beads and stones. You didn't want to argue or ask too much about the why of things. So you decide to change your clothes, at least you were going to wear the top. And you hadn't been out for a week, what could go wrong. After changing you get to where neteyam was.

-"It looks great on you," says Neteyam, smiling at you. - "How did you know my measurements?" you ask, as you approach neteyam's ikran. -"I don't know…I just guessed. Or I got lucky" neteyam helps you onto the ikran, and he sits behind you. Placing one of his hands on your hip. Sometimes you forget how big he is, because you can notice how his hand closes around your waist. -"Well…let's go!" says neteyam ordering his ikran to start taking off. This trip was what you needed to clear your mind. These days had been hard for you and you were actually enjoying all this. You had your hands up and let the air hit your face as you screamed. You could feel neteyam's laughter behind you, and as his grip on your waist grew tighter. You place one of your hands on top of his, and look up to look at him. Neteyam gives you a smile, ohh eywa… how you liked this boy. He looked so cute, he looked so happy. And the simple fact that he was making you feel happy made your feelings grow even more.

After flying for 1 hour, neteyam decides to land in a specific zone that he had planned, in the last hours. They arrive and you get off the ikran quite happy and more animated than at the beginning. -"Where are we going?" you ask, but neteyam says nothing. He just takes your small hand and drags you deeper into the jungle. As you go deeper you can see how the colors intensify, even more than you had seen before. You can see how everything has a life of its own, how everything is in harmony. Everything was so beautiful. You come to a kind of tree that is bordered by a river. -"This is…wow" you speak, you had no words to describe what you seeing. -"Do you like it?" asks neteyam, you see how the boy sits down on the grass, and you join him. -"Do I like it? I love all this…it's so" your eyes fill a little with tears. "I thought it was a good idea…so you could have more memories. Here" says neteyam pointing to your head. You open your eyes, and he can see tears welling up in your eyes. -I'm sorry… I don't want to cry. besides, why are you acting like this? You've never been…you know" you try to change the subject.

Neteyam comes closer to you. You can feel his tail tapping you on your back. He looked nervous and started playing with his fingers. -"Well…I feel a little bad for treating you that way. I thought you didn't want to spend any more time with me and I just…" says Neteyam, trying to put his words together to make some sense. -"I didn't want to spend time with you? You're the one who walked away!!!" you say, pushing him a little. You both fell silent until you started laughing. -" So all this time…it was a misunderstanding" says neteyam, you just smile. And you keep looking at the jungle lighting. Neteyam stares at your face, and you see how the lights illuminated the exact spots. As the color of your eyes got stronger and the cool breeze moved your hair. -"I hope this… helps your sadness a little," says Neteyam. You look at him and give him a tender smile. - "Yes…it does" you lean back on his arm, enjoying the tranquility.

-"Oh…wait. Don't move" neteyam says, quickly getting up and running a corner of the tree. The boy pulls out some sort of border made of wood. He puts it in front of you and then sits down at the other end. -" click…in 1,2 and 3…recording running" neteyam has a giant smile on his face, as he starts running around you. Imitating an ikran and making his noises. -"What are you doing?" you laugh at his actions, but can't help but smile. Neteyam kneels in front of the frame, and pokes his head through the wood. "I'm recording a new memory for you" neteyam speaks, as once again he watch the tears well up in your eyes.

-"Oh…are you sad?" you lean in close to his face and kiss him on the lips. You were grateful for the new technology Norm had created (I'm talking about the new masks here). If only he knew that this detail had brightened your existence. The kiss was warm and sweet, you have your hands wrapped around his cheeks to bring him closer to you and he is leaning down to reach your height. As you pull away, you see neteyam's pupils dilate and his little ears move quickly. -"No silly…I'm happy…I'm in love" you shout. You get up from the floor and start doing the same thing he was doing before, waving your hands in the air. Neteyam just stares at you, maybe…he was the one who was recording a new memory.

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[yunarim]

May I request a one shot for Kalim inspired in "fool" by red velvet? Thank you so much <33

「 — why are my cheeks all pink? fool, fool! 」

♡ tags : gn reader, fluff (like an extremely sweet fluff :D), basically kalim and reader being fools in love ^^ ♡ song : fool — red velvet ♡ 1.1k words

Jamil is smart. He knew from the very beginning that Kalim’s genuine hospitality wasn’t something new and exceptional towards you only. The way you tenderly smiled at him and how you two sung fairy tale songs together wasn’t concerning, too. Well, he got two little clueless sunshines colliding together in one room, that was troublesome but he only worried of you two exposing your sunny selves to a cruel dark world, maybe that was it. 

When Jamil finally started catching on to something sweet and especially vivacious was when Kalim put a hand on his chest when you left Scarabia dorm after agreeing on helping Kalim with his homework. 

“Should I call a doctor?” The vice dorm leader threw a quick glance at Kalim, who was too preoccupied with observing his heart beat and seeming stupidly dumbstruck. 

“Oh?” Kalim reminded Jamil of an unfixable phone application with how perplexed he looked, not to mention the dorm leader’s got a habit of downloading all the trash apps he saw during intrusive ads. “Oh, a doctor. No need! I’m okay!”

You suddenly came back, a rosy cheeks of yours still hot and bright after running back here, and your smile… Ugh, were you actually some kind of an extraterrestrial heavenly dulcet being and he wasn’t aware of your divine origin? 

“I completely forgot to mention I’m free tomorrow too! Text me if you want to hang out. Well then, see you!”

A delicate giggle escaped your lips curved in a soft smile, and you dissolved somewhere in Scarabia corridors, leaving Kalim smiling like an idiot and sliding down the wall. Jamil, now truly agitated, rushed over to his master and was ready to do anything to calm him down, but Kalim just pressed his hands to his obviously red cheeks and tittered. 

“Call a doctor, Jamil,” Jamil took his phone out of his pocket. “Something’s wrong in my heart.”

“What exactly? I’ll try to describe it briefly to the doctor.”

“It’s beating so fast after skipping a bit a few seconds ago.”

Oh. Oh.

At this point Jamil facepalmed, realizing Kalim didn't need a doctor but called for one nevertheless. Just in case. 

His therapy would be watching some cringe soap operas and maybe a message from you. Most definitely a message from you though.

Kalim tossed on his bed and tried falling asleep with his eyes wide open. He did a whole research on whether it was even possible for human beings to fall asleep with a mind full of thoughts of someone. There was no way he could throw himself into the arms of Morpheus when your smile was the only thing remaining in his brain.

He was ready to write a doctoral thesis regarding you messing up his heart. Not just Jamil, but all the teachers in this college would be extremely proud of him actually studying at least something. What was the difference between ramifications of magical currents in his blood and the reason sparkles in your eyes shone brilliantly whenever you saw him? Both of those were complicated and enchanting.

Notification sound, a bird's chirping one he set just for your messages only, filled his room. He jolted, screaming out of pure joy, but was quick to tightly press his palm to his mouth so Jamil wouldn’t hear him. He felt foolish by behaving like that, it wasn’t even 11 pm to be so alarmed! And yet here he was, some incoherent mess escaping his lips. 

“Good night, Kalim!! See you tomorrow!” “Oh, I already said it today…” “Then see you tomorrow and the day after!”

He felt like something would go wrong because of how extremely gentle you were. No, no way. Not after a kitten sticker you sent to him. 

Ah, really there definitely was something happening with his heart! Moreover, was it spreading so much he got his stomach tangled and all fluttering all the times he saw you waving to him in a cafeteria full of students? 

He realized he hadn't replied when he just stared at your profile pic for an unholy amount of time. A colorful floral kaleidoscope entangled you in a fabulous dance in a meadow, gently embraced by the sunrays.

Ah really, Kalim couldn’t sleep. You were the sunshine itself. His heart was beating so unbelievably fast he almost thought it was surreal. 

Would your hands be as warm as your lips curled in a heartwarming smile if he took them in his?

He felt his legs turning into jello and ready to dance at the very same time. You just entered Scarabia, and he felt as if melting. By the way, was the sun shining especially bright today?  

“Bet you haven’t had a picnic during the magic carpet ride. Well, you gotta try one now!”

He pinched his cheeks, giggling and ignoring Jamil’s “The hell you’re doing??” gaze full of viperous bewilderment. Ah, really, what a fool he was for wishing you could just touch him at least for a mere second. He fell into his imagination where it’s him who is on your profile pic with you, dancing in the meadow. 

No, no, that was a fascinating dream he longed for, and he should return to the real world where you were questioning his behavior and whispering to Jamil if everything was okay. 

It definitely wasn’t, given Kalim felt like a fool and somehow liked the feeling. That lingering, surprisingly gentle sensation overlapping his other thoughts and leaving a room for your smile only.

“Have a safe trip,” Jamil waved to you two as you took off and genuinely wished Kalim’s heartbeat would survive such a tough test.

He spent all night imagining how phantasmagoria of different emotions would fill him up, almost breaking, but he found himself absolutely light and a little bit giddy instead. Colorful fireworks exploding in his chest whenever you switched your gaze from the evening scenery intermingling with the warm shades of a gentle sunset embracing the city to him, smiling to you as if he was under some sort of sorcery. 

Sevens, he just wanted to give a certain name to the feelings blossoming in his heart, making him all cheerful, his emotions flamboyant and light. 

If it wasn’t a disease, then what exactly?..

“You’ve got an ice cream on your face,” you chuckled, drawing your hand to his chin and pressing a finger on his warm skin. “Here.”

Oh. Oh Sevens.

Why were his cheeks so pink? Fool, how foolish! Kalim laughed, causing you to blink in an incomprehension. 

He got this. Such a bright tender feeling, as if sunrays embracing him every time you looked straing into his ruby eyes. He finally realized what it was called!

“Oh, how foolish of me, hehe!”

It was such a dream, having you beside him when a lovely captivating sunset was unfolding underneath, and a gentle evening breeze caressing your features, making you even more charming than you already were.

But you’re strange too. You kept smiling when you looked at him.

Just like him, fool in love.

© yushiiae 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭, 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐲, 𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧.

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst x reader #kalim x reader #kalim al asim

[archivomeow]

“ watch my shattered edges glisten ”

marvel cinematic universe | read on ao3

summary: Yelena believes she’s broken and learns what Aromantic and Asexual is, from a friend - Kate Bishop.

a/n: anyways i need some good aroace rep also o tried my best to include terms like aplatonic or afamilial, i will probably expand on those in future fics!

Yelena couldn’t help but feel lost, every since she was a little girl she did, life screwed her over, she had major trauma, PTSD, abandonment issues and many other things that still needed to be worked out in therapy. One thing that was brought up multiple times were relationships and dating, she always assumed she wasn’t ready, that she just felt broken, that as soon as she got fixed she would do all of the normal stuff - date, love others in that special way she hasn’t loved anyone yet, but as days and months passed she saw no change, she still felt trapped on every date she went out on as soon as things were becoming too overwhelming for her. At some point the topic was dropped to he renewed im therapy later on, as nothing seemed to work to fix her. She was unfixable, broken forever and she hated it.

That thought made her heart ache, made her stomach hurt, she somewhat also found joy and comfort in that, in loneliness. She hated the thought at times, but it seemed so precious at other times, so convenient and comfortable, like it fit her, but it’s not normal, so she had to fix herself… or so she believed. It was rainy Tuesday, a meaningless day that changed everything for her, that showed her a new path, her path.

Yelena wandered around, with no apparent destination, she left the bar in a rush just to walk around in rain, passing couples, families and singles all running from the rain as she soaked, with no umbrella or a hoodie, she just walked, her hair and clothes dripping wet but she couldn’t care less at the moment. She stopped at one point, as she looked around recognising the neighbourhood - she was here multiple times, ever since she tried to kill Clint Barton, she and Kate run into each other multiple other times afterwards, which as one would assume correctly was very awkward. As time passed the two even kept in touch, Yelena send Kate post cards from all around the world and got back NYC postcards, which she kept all, as souvenirs.

Yelena moved towards Kate’s apartment, she was soaking wet and just now it hit her how her clothes were uncomfortably sticking to her skin. She walked towards the door, it felt like forever before she reached them, her hand was shaking as she knocked on the door. The door opened soon enough, Kate had her hair in a messy up-do, her makeup was clearly off and there was a fresh bruise on her face, right on the side of her forehead. She was wearing a dark purple sweater alongside grey sweatpants. Yelena stood straight as she unconsciously clenched her jaw and looked at Kate in silence for a moment.

“Hey… I wasn’t—“ Kate spoke hesitantly, but was interrupted as Yelena walked into the apartment, uninvited.

“We need to talk.” Yelena spoke firmly, as she moved her hair back, trying to unstick all the blonde hair pieces from her face.

Kate’s eyes looked at the woman, scanning her up and down. Yelena’s yellow jacket was dripping with water, right onto Kate’s tiles, so were her midnight blue pants and the white t-shirt hidden under the jacket.

“First, you get warm!” Kate demanded as she locked the door behind herself and pointed to her bedroom, in an attempt to communicate to Yelena that she can take her clothes, Kate on the other hand started to make tea.

The two sat in comfortable clothes with their hair up, covered in blanket with a warm cup of tea in their hands. Yelena was staring at Kate for a second before she spoke up, her voice not as confident as before, she paused a lot and repeated herself couple times before she said the whole thing.

“I think- I think I might be… broken.” She mumbled, looking down at her tea cup.

“Why?” Kate questioned the woman, trying to figure out what exactly the unexpected visit was about. She sipped her tea, making sure to stay focused on Yelena.

“I don’t- I don’t love… It’s like I’m heartless…”

“You don’t love?” Kate furrowed her brows, she had a hint, an idea of where Yelena was going with this, but didn’t want to scare the woman, so she simply listened.

“Like… I love… But not like I’m supposed to. I love my sister and I love my dog… I love vodka, I love my family and all that… But I don’t love love, you know?”

“You mean, romantic love?”

“Yes, that.” She paused for a moment as silence filled the room. “That is a fancy word for love.”

“Well we have different types of love…” Kate started slowly, as Yelena seemed to be still in her head, she wanted Yelena to let it all out, it would definitely help the woman - to share.

“I just… I don’t get it, why don’t I feel it? What is wrong with me? Why me? And I- I… I want to feel it, I want to love and I want to be normal and I- I just… I don’t understand…” She paused, before continuing the rant, Kate simply listened.

“I want to love and to be loved and I want to understand love love… I thought I did… But I’m not sure anymore. It’s not right, it’s not…” Yelena breathed out sharply.

“Yelena, breathe…” Kate smiled reassuringly as she put her cup down. “It’s okay.” She nodded as she spoke. “You don’t have to love… besides love is such a smaller thing then people make it out to be.” Kate placed a reassuring hand on Yelena’s shoulder as she continued to speak.

“You’re not broken, you don’t need to be fixed, you’re not lacking or missing out. You’re completely fine, completely normal and completely valid. You don’t need love, romantic, platonic, familial, it doesn’t matter… There’s so much more then love to live for… No matter what you feel, how you feel, what love you feel or don’t feel, it doesn’t make you less, it doesn’t make you a bad person, it doesn’t make you disgusting.”

Kate shifted in her seat, Yelena looked at the woman, she wanted her to continue to speak to say more. To reassure her, that she was fine, that she will feel it, but that’s not quite where Kate was going.

“You don’t need it now or ever. Your inability to love same way as others do doesn’t make you less. You might love in whatever way you want to someday but you might not… Both are alright, okay?” Kate smiled warmly at Yelena.

“But that’s not…” Yelena mumbled softly as she seemed to be processing what Kate was saying.

“It’s fine.” Kate nodded slowly. “You being different doesn’t make you less and you’re never alone, okay?”

Yelena nodded at Kate’s words, still slightly lost.

“Ever heard about aromanticism and asexuality?” Kate asked catching Yelena’s attention.

“No…What’s that?”

“If you’re on the aromantic spectrum - it means you experience little to no romantic attraction or you experience it only under certain circumstances. Being asexual is the same but with sexual attraction.”

“So little to no sexual attraction or only under certain circumstances?”

“Yeah, exactly!” Kate’s voice went high pitched as she got overly excited, but had no intention to hide it. “There’s a lot more too… Like A-Spec, with identities like aplatonic, afamilial and such…”

A light sigh and an ‘oh’ left Yelena’s mouth as she seemed to understand the information.

“So I’m that?”

“I can’t tell you that… But I can help you do some research, how about that?”

“Yeah…Let’s do that.” Yelena nodded with a determined look in her eyes.

#yelena belova #marvel #writing #fanfic #yelena belova aroace #aroace yelena belova #yelena belova imagine #kate bishop #kate bishop imagine #mcu fanfiction #marvel imagine #marvel fluff #kate bishop & yelena belova friendship

[charg3rs0ck3t]

Loser

Natasha Romanoff x reader

Tw: angst, pure angst, Death, grief, this is literally the only angst I have where they have a good relationship the whole time.

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‘Absence makes the heart grow fonder.’

What a load of shit. The only thing absence gave you was a broken heart and unfixable trauma.

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To become an avenger you had to have nothing to lose. To lose was to be weak. You must have lost to know pain, to know suffering, to understand why they do what they do.

You knew pain, abandonment, death, suffering.

But above all else you knew power.

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The avengers found you, they stood before your small tattered form , adorning shining cloaks and sturdy facades. At first they were blinding, glistening rays of hope, laid stark among the dying embers of what was once your home, your haven and solitude.

But now it was all gone.

All because of you.

A shorter woman stood out most of all, not intentionally, mind you, but it was just in the way she held herself. Her eyes speaking of pains and truths, of real empathy and understanding. She smiled solemnly once she caught your gaze, and so did you.

Grasping her outstretched hand brought nothing but warmth to your soul. You were going to be safe. At least, as safe as someone who’s trying to save the world on a daily basis can be.

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Natasha was nothing but kind. She was a friend, she had her moments of sarcasm, of rebellion and disapproval, but she was never harmful.

Waking up every morning soon became exciting, because you knew you would get to see her.

Walking into the kitchen at the ass-crack of dawn was a sure place to catch a glance of her half rested slump.

“G’morning” she half-mumbled out, only just acknowledging your presence. She was your roommate, after everything had happened with Thanos and the snap, you decided it was best to stick together.

“Sup loser.” you teased, grinning, content in watching her groan into a fluffy pink blanket. She looked gorgeous in the morning sun, she was your second chance at life but damn if she didn’t look like heaven.

You hadn’t realise you had been staring until she cleared her throat and laughed. Embarrassed, you chuckled and moved to take the seat next to her. “Sleep well?” You idly chattered, she nodded.

You passed the time mostly with quips and melodramatic monologues, many of which were solemn nostalgia of your family, the avengers, of whom you both dearly missed.

Waking up to Natasha was a blessing, but you would give anything to wake up in avengers tower again, to hear loud hollers of some Asgardian tune, to smell burnt bacon and to hear crashes and yells of a fight yet resolved.

Thinking about it brought tears to your eyes, you’d hardly realised you’d began crying until you were knelt on the floor being cradled in warm arms. A distant cooing slowly lulling you from your thoughts.

“I know.”

It was all you needed, because it let you know this pain wasn’t yours alone. That you weren’t alone, that you never would be again, Because she promised.

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A ding from Natasha’s burner phone broke you both out of your mundane routine. You had only just sat down to eat lunch when it had rung through the otherwise silent apartment, But whatever it said had Natasha on her feet faster than you’d ever seen her move.

“There’s a chance!”

There it was, there was a chance you could get them back, and you both were going to do whatever it took.

The last battle had devastated you, all power useless to preventing what had happened, and so you had trained all this time. You made sure to be physically prepared this time, but with gain comes sacrifice, you had neglected training your emotions, but you knew you’d always have Natasha to get you through them.

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You all had hope, you all finally had hope. Tony had agreed to help and you knew, you knew that everyone would finally come back. Life would go back to how it was.

Natasha seemed distant, always in her head these days. She was before but this was different. She seemed to try to push you away and it was hurting you both.

She had walked past you with a cold distance in her eyes and honestly, you had had enough. So you trapped her wrist and turned her around.

“Alright loser, what’s up? I can’t keep seeing you like this and you can’t keep pushing me away. We need to talk! You need to talk! I haven’t heard you say a word in days, I miss you! I can’t watch you do this to yourself!”

Her mouth sat agape as she tried to stutter out some half-arsed excuse, but you were not having it. So you both stood there, glaring into each others eyes, one of you was going to break and it wasn’t going to be you.

Instead, she started crying, it was only a few tears at first but then her body began to shake and jolt. Knowingly, you caught her before she fell to the ground, holding her in your arms.

“I know..” you said.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to push you.” Her sobbing had died down and she nodded at your words.

“I just feel terrible,” she sniffles out. “I thought I should be happy, things are gonna go back to the way they are… but what if I don’t want that? It’s selfish.. but I like us! I like it just being us and that’s all I need!”

Holding her damp cheeks in your hands, you gazed into her eyes.

She was…

She was telling the truth.

You realised it as soon as she began to lean in, faces soon meeting in a salty kiss. Short, but passionate, it was the beginning of a wordless pact, that you’d always have each other.

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If you’re honest, you don’t know how either of you ended up on this drab planet. You were searching for a stone among a barren wasteland, but you were together and that’s what mattered.

Climbing the mountain, you both were silent, basking in each other’s presence to avoid the dreary reality of your surroundings.

Reaching the top, you both came to terms with how wretched the place was. You had no time to mourn, no time to say goodbyes. You knew natasha would try and sacrifice herself and you couldn’t let her.

So you threw yourself towards the edge, going into free fall for a moment before you felt her latch onto your wrist and swing you behind her back.

She tackled you to the floor, cradling your form.

“You can’t do this, you can’t leave me!” She yelled.

“Neither can you! I can’t do this without you!” You hollered back. Sobs wracked both of your bodies by this point.

You both sat, backs against a large stone, crying. One of you had to go.

She leaned in, something she’d done many times after the first kiss. But you knew this one wasn’t just in the passion of your love, this kiss was too much, she was trying to say goodbye.

But you realised too late, she had already trapped you where you sat and as you struggled she smiled solemnly.

“Natasha.. Natasha no! Please ‘Tash! Please if can’t be you! Please! Please don’t do this to me! I love you!” But to your pleas she simply shook her head.

“I love you too Золотце, don’t you ever forget that!” She yelled.

There you sat. Helpless, once again as everything you’ve come to love is crashing down around you.

You’re forced to watch as she throws herself over the edge, smiling at you with tears of her own brimming in her eyes.

With one last wave to you, she steps back and you scream.

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The next thing you remember was a cold bed and the smell of sterile air.

In your grief you had escaped your bound and tried to throw yourself down to be with your lover. But the magic wouldn’t let you die. Climbing the mountain time and time again, throwing yourself off just to be met with her mangled corpse and the reality of all of it.

You managed to get home, you don’t know how. You could barely walk, barely breathe. She was dead, she was dead and you were alive and everything was gone.

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Once the fight was over and everyone returned, nothing was normal, nothing was right. The lost got funerals, the living moved on. But you were stuck, stuck in that helpless moment where you could do nothing to save the love of your life, where you watched her last moments and did nothing. You didn’t fight hard enough, you didn’t yell enough, you didn’t love her enough. Nothing you did was enough, because she was dead and you were here.

She died so you could live, but she never realised how meaningless life would be without her.

A loser who would never know how much it meant to lose-her.

#marvel fic #marvel angst #avengers #avengers endgame #black widow #black widow x reader #angst #natasha romanoff #Natasha romanoff x reader #black widow x reader angst #marvel x reader angst #x reader angst #x reader

[midwestmade29]

Now loading…CHAPTER 3!!! 👀

This one is a bit lengthy, but I feel like it’s worth taking the time to read! The story continues on through the main (female) character’s POV and eventually switches over to Christian’s. Chapter 3 will take you through the morning after Christian’s drunken night and dives into the difficult conversation him and his “beautiful girl” had to have. Cross your fingers that they can work through it all and kiss and make up 😉

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Due to the explicit nature, this story is NSFW or minors.

It is written from the POV of the main character (female) and eventually changes over to Christian Cage’s POV.

Some topics/actions/theme(s) of this story may not be suitable and/or triggering for some readers. Foul language, alcohol consumption/use, drunkenness, self sabotage, and sexual “dirty talk” are a few examples.

Word count for Chapter 3: 1,899

This chapter is a doozy…😵‍💫

MAIN CHARACTER (FEMALE) POV

Steam flowed in thick pillows through the air, filling the entire bathroom as I stood under the hot water. The slight sting on my skin from the water temperature was a welcomed sensation since I had gotten chilled to the bone from walking in the rain. I wasn’t sure how long I had been standing here like this, but thankfully my tears had stopped intertwining themselves with the water droplets sliding down my cheeks, so that was a plus. I still needed to wash my hair and the rest of me before I could get out, so I made quick work of my usual routine. Once I shut the water off, I slid the glass door open and reached for my towel, but accidentally grabbed Christian’s instead. I brought it to my face to dry it off and his scent filled my nose, comforting me and causing me to forget for a split second about everything that happened tonight. I decided not to switch the towels and wrapped it around my body, still breathing him in.

While I was brushing my hair, I heard my phone ding on the counter. I held my breath for a moment as I unlocked it and saw who had sent the text. I was a little disappointed that it wasn’t Christian, but that was probably for the best right now. I read over the first message and sent my reply:

Adam Copeland: He’s here at the house, safe and sound.

Me: How is he doing?

Adam Copeland: Alright, for now. Still not 100% sober but getting there. Hopefully he’ll be able to get some rest and I’ll bring him home in the morning.

Me: Thanks, Adam. I really appreciate you picking him up and looking after him.

Adam Copeland: No problem. He’s lucky to have you in his life…just don’t give up on him yet. He needs you.

Me: I know. I need him too.

➡️ THE NEXT MORNING ⬅️

I tossed and turned all night, hardly getting any sleep. I hated not sleeping next to Christian for the 13th night in a row. I lost count of how many times I had replayed last night in my mind, overthinking everything as I went over it step by step. I know I could’ve handled certain parts of it differently, and I was kicking myself for it, but I couldn’t change it now. One thing that Christian had said last night really stuck with me. “You can’t fix someone who is unfixable.” It still made my heart ache knowing that’s how he thought of himself, as some broken and damaged goods. He was so much more than that.

Like every morning, right on cue, our cats jumped on to the bed alerting me that they were ready for breakfast. I tried to convince them to give me more time in bed by scratching all their favorite spots and telling them how cute they were, but no such luck. “You’re lucky I love you…” I sighed as I planted my feet on the floor. I slid my robe over my arms and made my way to the kitchen to get the furbabies their food and to start a pot of coffee for me. Goosebumps covered my arms and legs from the chill of the morning since I only had my robe and one of Christian’s shirts on, making the hot coffee sound even more appealing. “Here you go babies!” I called out as I sat the food bowls down, and I couldn’t help but laugh as the cats sauntered over meowing in appreciation.

The refrigerator beeped at me the longer I stood in front of it, urging me to close the doors while I tried to figure out what to eat. Even though I skipped dinner last night, I still didn’t have much of an appetite, but I knew I needed to have something. I grabbed the butter and strawberry jam and put 2 slices of bread in the toaster before filling my coffee cup while I waited. The quiet of the morning was interrupted when I heard keys turn in the lock of the front door, causing my stomach to do a flip when it opened. When I turned around, Christian stood on the other side of the kitchen, looking both disheveled and handsome at the same time. “Hey, baby…” he said cautiously. “Morning.” Was the only greeting I offered him. He rubbed the back of his neck while trying to make small talk. “The coffee smells good. Did you just wake up?” I didn’t respond, just walked over to the cabinet, and pulled out another coffee cup and motioned for Christian to sit down at the kitchen island. He watched my every move as I filled his cup and took the creamer out of the fridge. I tried my best not to make eye contact with him as I sat his cup down in front of him because I knew once I did, I would get lost in them and lose my nerve.

CHRISTIAN’S POV

My beautiful girl tried to keep herself busy by fixing her toast and fidgeting with the strings on her robe. I could tell that she didn’t get much sleep last night from her puffy eyes and the redness that trimmed them. I didn’t sleep well for obvious reasons, and right now it feels like I have an anvil sitting on my head, but I was feeling better than I deserved to. I almost hoped that I would wake up feeling miserable, like I was being punished in a way for last night, but seeing my girl like this and knowing it was my fault was worse than any hangover symptoms. I knew I had some explaining to do, but even with the seriousness of last night still hanging in the air, I couldn’t help but notice how sexy my girl looked in my shirt. Her hair was up in some kind of clip with loose wavy pieces of hair falling around her face, no makeup on and barefoot. Absolutely stunning. Each time she got near me or passed by her sweet scent consumed me and made me want to take her in my arms and kiss her hard. My thoughts were interrupted when she sat a plate of toast in front of me.

“I wasn’t sure if you were hungry or even up to eating. I figure after last night, getting some food in your stomach might be a good idea.” She said softly. “Thanks baby. I appreciate it. I know I owe you an explanation about last night and I…” was all I could get out before she held up her hands and cut me off. “I’ve had my time to think things over and to figure out what I wanted to say, so I’m just going to throw it all out there first.” This time she spoke firmly and she straightened up her shoulders. Shit, she really meant business and that made me nervous. ”We’ve been through this several times before Christian. We’ve had to have these difficult conversations time and time again, and it doesn’t get easier each time they happen. What hurts the most is when you keep things from me and won’t come to me when something is wrong or bothering you. I know you weren't able to call me from the plane, but we could've talked about everything at dinner. You also accused me last night of “trying to fix you” and that’s not what I’m trying to do. I just want to help you carry the heavy load you always put on your shoulders. When you hurt, I hurt Christian. We’re supposed to be in this together. Instead of opening yourself up to me, you chose alcohol and closed off your heart.”

She turned her head after her last few words were almost a whisper to try and hide the tears that were welling up in her eyes. Fuck this killed me seeing her like this! I walked over to her, placed my hands on her cheeks, and wiped away a stray tear with my thumb. I wrapped her in my arms and about broke down in tears myself. “I’m so sorry, baby. I know I fucked up and I hate the way I acted. You are 100% right about us being in this together, and I didn’t show that last night. I know I’ve made a lot of poor choices, and you don’t deserve to be treated the way I treated you. Yesterday morning I was ecstatic knowing that I was going to be on my way home to you, but once the plane took off, that’s when I started drinking.” “Being away from you for any amount of time is torture. I didn’t think these 12 days were ever going to end and I couldn’t wait to see you last night. I even bought a new dress for our date, plus a little something extra underneath to surprise you. Unfortunately, that surprise is laying on the bathroom floor, soaked from the rain.” She admitted. My cock twitched when I started imagining what her “surprise” looked like. I think she knew where my mind was in that moment when I saw her cheeks flush.

To snap myself back into our conversation, I shook my head and continued to explain myself. “Some of the guys on the plane were busting my balls and bringing up a lot of the criticism and hate that I’ve been hearing and seeing lately. I let it get to me and to drown it all out, I started drinking. Some journalist wrote an article about me a couple days ago that claimed I’m “washed up” and “a burden to AEW.” There’s been other shit plastered all over social media lately too. It’s hard to ignore when I’m constantly reminded that I’m still considered second best after all these years and that they don’t see the hard work I’ve put in. It follows me around like the plague. If I was stronger, then I wouldn’t be broken and full of cracks letting all this seep into me.” “I hate that you see yourself that way! I can assure you that you are not any of those things the journalists, “fans” or anyone else said. You’re brilliant Christian! You shine brighter than anyone else out there and it’s a shame that others try to dull that shine. You put in the time and hard work into your career, continuously elevating yourself while lifting others up with you. You’re the best person I know! Please don’t let the stupidity of others cause you to build a wall around your heart. Let my words and love for you break down what’s already there.”

Her words rocked me to my core. It hurt like hell always hearing and seeing the negative things that are written, posted and spoke about me, but accepting a compliment and praise was almost harder to hear because I'm just not used to it. When I don't see the good in myself, I can't understand why anyone else would. But, if she sees good in me, then it must really be inside of me somewhere. This beautiful girl standing before me is a living breathing angel, I’m sure of it. I have no idea what I did to deserve her, but I’m so damn glad she’s mine.

…Well, did you make it through the entire thing? 🫣 You’re a rockstar if you did! I appreciate you so very much! 🖤

Chapter 4 will be posted ASAP!

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[belkisxbadem]

( OZGE YAGIZ, CIS FEMALE, SHE/HER ) BELKIS BADEM the THIRTY TWO YEAR OLD year old is known as THE DANCER within the group. they are known to be FOCUSED and SELFISH which makes sense when you think about how SHE HAD A CAREER ENDING INJURY LAST YEAR THAT SHES KEPT SECRET but i guess we’ll find out for ourselves.

Full Name: Belkis Defne Badem

Nickname: Bel

Age: 32

DOB: April 2nd

Parents: Emre & Hande Badem

Siblings: Brother (Ahmet Badem, 8)

Children: Unnamed Daughter (7)

Hair color: Brown

Eye color: Brown

Piercings & Tattoos: Ears

Sexuality: Bisexual

LINKS

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BIOGRAPHY

tw: pregnancy, adoption, injury, mental illness, pain killers

Born to a middle-class mother and very wealthy father, her parents met in their early 20's when her father was acting on Broadway and her mother a waitress at his favorite place. They wasted no time having Belkis and soon after got married and lived their picture-perfect lives together.

Her parents swear that Belkis never walked her first steps, she danced them. She had a passion for the arts at such a young age, she was already in the older kids' ballet class by the time she was six. Her father encouraging her to take singing and acting classes as well, wanting his daughter to follow in his successful footsteps.

Growing up, she had to have control of her entire life. She planned every second and everything always had to go according to her plan. The older she got, the more her repetitive behaviors and outbursts worried her family. Her parents knew this was more than a controlling personality and she's been in therapy since she was ten.

Although the therapy does help her a lot, sometimes Belkis struggles with feelings of imperfection and the thoughts in her head move too fast for her to handle.

After graduation, Belkis took no stops into becoming something great. She was dancing in famous ballets by the time she was 21, taking to the Broadway stage with those nepotism resources she inherited from her father.

When she was 25, she started fooling around with Burak Alkan. The two of them had a lot of fun together and Belkis didn't even realize she had real feelings for him until tragedy struck her.

She was pregnant and at the height of her career. The ballerina knew that she had to pick between having her daughter with Burak or having her career. Belkis picked the career. She and Burak gave up their newborn daughter to a couple that she thought fit. Never wanting any contact or to even know the little girls name, knowing that it'd stick with her too much. Burak went the opposite way and still keeps in contact with letters.

Despite everything Belkis has done to make a name for herself and a great career, last year she suffered from what they would call a career ending injury. She messed up her knee in a way that they told her was unfixable, she'd never move it the same way again.

Belkis has kept this a secret from everyone except for her best friend Lennon, who has been able to get her pain killers from one of her sugar daddies to keep the brunette dancing through the hurt.

HEADCANONS

Loves dogs, but has no pets.

Her parents called her 'Belly' growing up.

Adores the colors pink and gold.

Was an honor student throughout her whole academic life.

Her favorite snack is popcorn and diet coke.

Wants to move to Italy when she retires.

#b #lake:intro

[prettybillycore]

FOR TOMMY | Letter #3

Sincerely, Your Peaky Blinder

Pairing(s): Thomas Shelby x Original Character

Universe: Peaky Blinders / Fantastic Beasts

Summary: Veela and Seer- a powerful combination of traits for one person to have. Edith Lillian Scamander falls in love with a young Thomas Shelby while working in a nurse’s ward during WWI. Will her feelings be requited, or will she be doomed to pine over the man of her dreams for eternity hopelessly?

Rating: Teen

Word Count: 0.8k

Warnings: none

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Lovely Lilli,

Explorations of the heart and missing pieces are tricky things. Since our time together in France, I have too lost a piece of my heart. That now makes two pieces missing.

The first piece I gave to you that day in September. Do you remember it? Danny and I came to the nurses' station with moderate wounds. I had noticed you before, but this was the first day we spoke. Nurse Martha assigned you to tend my wounds, and you did so with such a gentle touch. When your hand met my shoulder, it was as if you instantly took a piece of my heart. I felt warm for the first time in months. You commented on the redness of the skin on my cheeks. A part of my heart has belonged to you since then, my Lilli. 

The remainder of my heart shriveled at the knowledge that you were engaged. It felt as though God was playing some cruel joke on me. He placed this beautiful woman just out of my reach. I cursed him that night after you left my bedside. I have continued to curse him with every letter you send, as they make the ache in my chest cavity grow larger. I look forward to hearing from you, but in the same capacity, I am still missing the piece of my heart you stole, and the letters only serve as a reminder of such. No one has seen the letters except me; I treasure them like a beautiful, harsh secret. I suppose you do the same with your lovely Fiance Lu-Cretin sleeps beside you every night. Occasionally, one of the boys will mention you over a cup of whiskey at my bar, but I ignore them. Not for any negative reason but because I want to keep you safe; being mentioned in my bar is not always that. 

One day the previous barmaid, Grace, overheard your name spilling from Arthur's drunken lips. I tried to explain you away as an old flame, but a flame isn't old if it's still burning. Grace is a clever one, though. The next time we were alone, she asked about you. I felt torn at the moment because Grace was the person who stole the second piece of my heart that was missing. 

She came into the Pub asking to be a barmaid. I knew there was something special about her, but I did not know what at the time. I hired her, and she put me under a spell, much like you. My heart and mind drifted away from you for a few weeks because there was someone new to pander after. However, when she asked about you, my heart hit the floor. At that moment, I realized just how big of a piece you took. I panicked, but I tried not to let it show. I still wanted to keep you safe, even from Grace. After this past month, I am glad that I did; Grace gave me the piece back that she stole. It was wilted and withered and honestly unfixable. Grace betrayed my trust and the trust of my family by giving details to an out-of-town cop. She no longer works in my bar. She no longer lives in Birmingham.

I received your letter the same day she left a note for me. As I write this, she is waiting for me in a London Hotel room. She wants a life with me away from my family. It turns out that she left a piece of her heart with me, and she wants it back. I am sending her a letter to decline her offer after I mail this letter to you. The remainder of my heart cannot take any more breakage for the time being. 

That said, I return to your last question, the piece of your heart you gave me. You have expressed your disdain for Lucretius many times in our correspondence. So many times, in fact, that I also profoundly loathe him. I am not one for suggesting leaving your spouse, but I went to Aunt Pol. She is the only one who knows about our heart pieces. I cannot hide anything from that woman. Under her advice, we have both agreed that it would be beneficial for you to depart from your fiance in a timely manner. With Grace's absence, a barmaid vacancy exists in my Pub. I'll have a room waiting for you when you arrive. 

Sincerely,

Your Peaky Blinder

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[lastchanze]

intro

(oscar isaac, he/him, human) To LEO ORTIZ, the whole world looks like an open page. With a leap of faith, their ability of CALAMITY grows a little stronger. They’re pledged to the HOUSE BELTRAN to defend the enchanted lands of Cagliostro with their WEDDING RING. For FORTY years, they have survived a world of magic with both their RESPONSIBLE and DISAGREEABLE nature. They work as the OWNER OF THE NINE LIVES MAGICAL SUPPLY SHOP, but if they could change their fate, they’d want to TO SET EVERYTHING RIGHT AND GIVE HIS FAMILY EVERYTHING.

summary

bad luck. not from the moment he was born, but for as long as he can remember. with his parents, he grew up poor, whether that be material wealth, or emotional wealth. he was left to his own devices for his entire childhood. and like any boy with a natural inclination for abysmal luck who raised himself, he took to running the streets.

he smoked cigarettes before he was old enough to vote. taught himself art, specifically graffiti, indulged in cheeto's and video games to fill the void.

everywhere he went, things went from bad to worse. he began to accept it as comic bad luck, and as usual, attempted his best. 

when he was 17 his parents split up. his mother blamed him for causing rifts between their marriage, but he felt they had more than enough of their own problems. from them on out, his mother had a myriad of boyfriends, none of which made matters any better.

but one of them did however, make his mother scarce. she moved out with him and into a second marriage by the time leo was 19, more than old enough to make himself just as scarce.

he moved in with friends and ran the street a bit more. dabbled in magic, dabbled in handiwork, mechanic work, street art, anything and everything he could get his hands into.

after meeting a girl he would fall in love with, his life path shifted a bit. they bonded and he found a line to hold on to. he spent most of his time with her and her family, and over time his hobbies went from 100 to a handful.

with time they got married and things were good.

the news of his father's untimely passing came to him through a lawyer, a will, and a shitty old house that was now his. the one he grew up in, that his mother and even his father left. it had sat on the market since they each left it, unwanted. as it would happen, it went to him.

now married, now with a shit hole of a house under his name, he leveraged it with the bank, formulating a plan to invest in his future and build he and his wife their very own wealth from the ground up.

so the bank leveraged basically everything he owned, and some things he and his wife owned for that matter, and gave him enough money to open a shop!

enter the nine lives, a magical supply shop that he nurtured from nearly capsizing, broke and busted down, to being a bit of a staple in the area near where they lived.

when he and his wife had their first child, he was eager to leave it to her, and went about improving the shop with a vigor, and not only that, but improving himself. he wanted to be a better father for her. to leave more than a shop but a legacy.

his tampering with his fate didn't hold up well with fates ability to shit in his cereal. his bad luck peaked and of course, he accidentally ruined everything.

after a bit of a one two punch, his wife and then himself, accidentally allowed their daughter nat to get into a set of experimental potions they meant to sell exclusive to their shop. the potion  had the unintended effect of turning nat into a cat. :/

in a panic, to attempt to fix it, he brewed a potion meant to amplify his wifes powers.

this backfired horribly, and seemingly nullified her powers. and afterwards, haywire. 

now with 2 seemingly unfixable magical problems of their own bad luck making, he's in a panic, attempting to fix it all without knowing what to do...

fun facts

as of the last 7 months, leo discovered his world ending bad luck is actually, a source of magic that went unchecked for many years. he went to several sources to check his theory was correct and after it was confirmed, he went to the house of beltran in order to hopefully help with some of his chaos.

he can now legally hunt and work within their house, though he hasn't yet been called upon or tried to take any leads.

when he registered, he forgot to bring something with him and ended up just using his wedding ring as a binding instead lol. so his magical item he walked off with was a ring that gave him the ability to somewhat harness his calamity and open up "rifts" of sorts, of negative energy, to basically, mini curse anyone before him. but it also helps him to contain his powers to his ring and that's all he cared about.

his daughter was turned cat at the age of 6, and is now 8 years old.

he's been married for so long he doesn't even know what it's like to be single anymore, and literally couldn't function without his family around. despite the fact that his marriage is on the rocks lol.

he's almost always at his shop. either working on the floor, behind the counter, in the back, or fixing the shop.

a man of many talents, as talented as he is unlucky. a real of a jack of all trades.

some plots

anyone who can try to help him control, contain, understand his power. anyone who will understand his pain and help him sort through that shit. beltran psychics, come shush him somehow. therapists, give him help. potion masters, brew him something. enchanters, give him something strong. 

an unlikely friend he met through the shop. they'd ideally have an interest in potions, or some of the unique content in their shop. he hand enchants and brews all of the potions, and despite having bad luck, they're usually really high quality so there's that!

give him someone who was rivals with him in high school. someone in their 30's to early 40's, and they used to fight and compete about absolutely freaking everything and still to this day they do that shit even though there's nothing to fight about and it isn't high school anymore

a very complex friendship of a few years now. you don’t approve of half of the decisions you two make, you annoy the hell out of each other, tell each other straight, tease each other, but at the end of the day, still choose to stay friends and check in on each other. a very pure and cool friendship, despite it’s bumpy nature. people around you don’t know if you hate each other or like each other (ie. “hey asshole what’s up,” “was having a good day until you walked in” :D)

#give plots please i luv him #cag: intro #intro: leo #my insufferably idiot! <3

[fiadhaisteach]

Sending you ☕ and well wishes. Been quiet for a bit and I'm worried. I hope you're okay (me knowing this is a relative term). ❤

Oh! I didn't even think to post something (or that it'd be noticed)! I got lucky & happened to look at my phone when your second message notif popped up.

I managed to break the screen of my tablet... through the screen protector & it's unfixable. My phone is too small to read comfortably on (mostly use it as a camera & for quick texts) and my laptop is enough of a pain to set up (something to fix on my to do list) that I only pull it out for big projects & gaming time.

So tldr, I'm going to be very sporadically online until I can replace the tablet.

#ir0n-angel #aisteach answers

[dedicatedesire]

A fixer, in a sense of the word, but a handy-man by no accounts, Matthew had always allowed his old brother to fix the structural errors in their home, and Scott, their younger brother, was useful as the resident whiz when it came to any electronic or technical hiccups. Matthew was good at tending to wounds and gauging whether food had expired or not— he wasn't amazing at fixing the squeaking noise that accompanied most of the flooring of his home (as he realized but had previously expected). It was Sunday afternoon, however, and the honey do list was becoming an internal eyesore. Not that Evanie-May had hassled him about it, but it only took someone mentioning something one time for Matthew's anxiety to begin to loom heavier and then heavier over time. He worked long hours and spent a considerable amount of time out of the house, but even then, in the back of his mind, he could hear the maniacal groan of worn wood under his and May's relatively light footsteps. It didn't bother him, not really, but he didn't want her to have to mention it more than once. She was somewhere in the house, maybe napping or reading, he wasn't sure. He did his best to quietly WD-40 what he could and consult the all-knowing, online search engine when the former failed. He thought about calling Sawyer, his brother, but he knew the conversation would result in a thirty minute explanation and likely end with Sawyer, in frustration, just hopping in his truck and heading over to do the job himself. Matthew wouldn't mind that, but he wanted to do it himself.

It took a few hours before he was satisfied with just the stairs and even then, there was a spot that he knew was unfixable with his own talents. Still, the stairs didn't sound nearly half as bad as they had beforehand, and he wondered if the secession of noise would be nice for Evanie-May on days that he got off in the wee hours of the morning. He, however, liked being able to hear when she was coming upstairs— he could tell by the speed of the creaks whether she would meet him with excitement or casual, end-of-the-day lethargy. Now, there would only be a small squeal produced on the second to last step at the foot of the stairs— incapable of revealing much other than the presence of his lover, but quaint in a sense— it still let him know that she was there and coming to him.

He caught a glimpse of her briefly, maybe shimmying from one room to the next or peaking her head in to see what he had been up to all afternoon. Matthew gave a small smile and waved— he stood to his feet. "What are you doing, Evanie-May?" @barkskins

#barkskins #... am i at rest or resigned in my chaos #thread: matthew x evanie may

[figmentrinzler]

Finally at a time where I could settle in and work on finishing the pants and move on to the shirt for Jay and my sewing machine literally bites the dust in a totally unfixable way three seconds in.

I’ve tried everything to fix it and I just cannot and I’m within a month and 5 days from this convention.

The only thing I could work on is the wig, but I’m not doing this today while in a panic over having to buy a new machine at the worst time of year for me financially. I am shit at wig styling and doing so while not in a good place mentally would cause more issues.

Guess I’m just gonna finish my book making project for work and read our book club book until I can calm myself down.

[abrushwithdeath]

@lediableblanc-amoureuxdechats​ Send ’ 🎉 ’ to kiss my muse at midnight on New Years Eve.

Rogue had been at Remy's side for the better part of the evening, amidst drinks and conversation and even a little bit of dancing. She was a bigger fan of parties in theory than in practice, but with Remy beside her it felt a hell of a lot less overwhelming. Maybe that was because he could fill in conversation with others when she got distracted, or because when she felt a bit overwhelmed and he slipped his hand into one of hers, it was grounding. It could also have been the simple fact that being with him felt comfortable. Whatever the matter, she was grateful to be with him. Not just now, but in general. The feeling of being known had been so terrifying to her not so long ago, but now? Now, she wasn't sure how she had existed without it. Without him.

Now with midnight approaching, there was the unspoken expectation of a New Years kiss. She was sure Remy had had plenty- a guy like him, with all that charm and the handsome face to boot, she’d be surprised if he’d had a single New Year in the last decade that he hadn’t had someone to kiss. For her, though? Well, it’s not like a girl like her got a lot of chances to kiss anyone for any reason. So while it maybe wasn’t that big of a deal to most, it kinda felt that way to her. She didn’t feel as apprehensive as she’d thought she would, though. Sometimes it was hard to differentiate anxiety and excitement, and there were a couple minutes before 12 when she thought that it was fear that was starting to build inside her chest. That thought, however, was quelled quickly with a look at Remy because it definitely wasn’t fear that had made her smile the moment she noticed him looking back at her. So, with that realization, it was her who initiated... more or less. In those last thirty seconds, as the noise picked up, she pressed herself against him, eyes on his the whole while. She didn’t tell him that she wanted him to kiss her, but she hoped he’d get the hint when she reached up to rest a gloved hand against the side of his face. Ten seconds. And now everyone who hadn’t yet started counting had finally joined in, herself included. By now she was damn near grinning with the anticipation. Rogue had never really thought New Years resolutions to be necessary- you either choose to make a change because you want to, or you don’t. Simple as that. It didn’t matter when it started, just why. Though right here, right now, she could kind of understand the appeal of it. Over these last few months, she’d been doing what she could to get herself together, to figure out her powers, to change the destructive thought patterns that had kept her from letting Remy close. Yet something about this moment made her want to promise more to herself, to him. But she couldn’t quite put into words exactly what she wanted. Just... more time together. More kisses. More conversation. Less fear. Sometimes, it felt like she was broken. Not in the poetic and “beautiful” way, but in the way of long abandoned homes collapsing in upon themselves. The roof caved in. The walls crumbling, floors sinking. Overgrown foliage tangling amongst the abandoned, decaying, belongings of someone long forgotten. Unfixable. The kind of thing you bowl over, flatten the land, and replace with something new and pristine. Remy never made her feel irreparable, though. Never made her feel like there was something disconnected inside of her that kept her from being whole. He never made her feel like she was no more than the damage she had borne or the wreckage she had caused. Instead he made her feel, in no small terms, real. As if she could look down at her hands and not see the rot of herself there, but soft, pink, flesh and a few small scars of fading memory. She could will her fingers to flex and they would. She could take a breath in and feel the air fill her lungs. She had control of this much, at least, and it was a quiet reminder that she could, maybe, one day, learn to control her powers just as easily. She’d never even dared to think as much without his assurance. But that’s as much as he could give, she knew. The actual work of it was up to her. If only she had a way to thank him for getting her this far. Or maybe all he wanted from her was what she was trying to give already- an attempt at being open with him, an attempt at trusting him. That was it- if she had to sum up what her resolution for this coming year might be, it would be simply to keep trying. She hoped that would be enough to offer her the second wish she held to her chest- the hope of them, of this, surviving.

Three seconds left and she leaned up slowly into the “two”, came close enough to nearly touch her lips to his by “one”... then she let him bridge the gap.

All she’d needed was a second. The smallest of kisses would have sufficed. But when he didn’t pull away, she allowed herself another moment or two. She’d had a little to drink, and the alcohol had calmed her nerves just enough that she didn’t bother to break from him as quickly as she usually might have. Even so, she wasn’t drunk, much less drunk enough to think that she could get away with kissing him for as long as she wanted to. Despite how badly she didn’t want to stop, she soon did, pulled back just enough to look at him, to make sure that he was okay. She’d felt like she’d taken so little, but that didn’t always mean things were actually fine. In fact, a bit of worry started to flare up in the first fraction of a second apart. Except, Remy seemed perfectly okay. She carefully slipped her arms around his neck and leaned in to touch one more quick kiss to his lips in relief.  “Happy New Year,” The words were soft, though she was still smiling just the same- wide, unrestrained, full of adoration. If she had thought she could have, she would have kissed him again- but she figured there was a chance he was already slightly lightheaded from it and she wasn’t gonna press her luck. Instead, she let her hands slip down to rest against his chest. “Remy, I think ya gotta be the best thing that happened t’me last year. Or... maybe ever if I’m bein’ honest,” That was no exaggeration. Her grin turned just slightly more jovial as she continued. “Ya ain’t careful, I might jus’ fall in love with ya.” Truth be told, Rogue thought that warning might have come a little too late. 

#lediableblanc amoureuxdechats #v; ''I cannot hide myself from you. I cannot hide my heart from my heart.'' // lediableblanc amoureuxdechats #((This is much later than I anticipated posting it but-!!! Enjoy the cute New Years Romy <3))

[x-xenn]

❐ ▏ 𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐍 𝐱 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑.

❐ ▏ 𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐈𝐈.

❐ ▏ 𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃 : @charliedakotariley.

❐ ▏ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 [ 𝐒 ] : 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐣𝐮𝐫𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐝, 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝.

❐ ▏ Could I request a one-shot / headcanons with male reader x Arthur Morgan where a reader was doing some work alone far far away from the gang (camp) and got really badly hurt (it doesn't really matter If he fought a bear, wolf, or some a*sholes)?

He lost his eye, his cheek is badly cut or ripped so his teeth are visible and it's unfixable, his throat is badly cut too, but not like he would bleed out. He has broken ribs, arm, and basically... he looks like a train ran him over.

And because he's a lucky mf, somebody on his way home helped him (they did a "decent" job), and when he got back he tries to hide his injuries from everybody, but mainly from Arthur. Most of the time when he's eating he's inside his tent, hiding, or away but near the camp, so he wouldn't be in sight of others. But one day, when he's trying to wash himself (suffers from pain like crazy), he doesn't notice Arthur and Arthur, already nervous bc he doesn't know why is reader avoiding him, starts to panic even more and take care of a reader with tears in his eyes because a reader really looks like 💩?

He's taller than Arthur so it would be funny to see Arthur take care of a reader, his big baby.

" ya sure you're going to be alright ?. "

" i'll be fine Arthur stop worrying, i've done this plenty of times. "

" sure, but i've got a bad feeling bout' this one, maybe i should go with you. "

you smiled at his answer, he's never been worried this much before, on you going out for a job. it's true that you would leave every few weeks or so to do jobs here and there, similar to Trelawny. but because of demands of a certain cowboy, you're trips are cut shorter than Trelawny's. guess he can't survive long without you, don't he ?.

you were talking in your tent that you shared together, he's helping you pack the things you needed. not much stuff you packed, but he still likes helping. he's been following you around all day around camp, watching you do things. but you would end up exposing him anyway, making him sit beside you and have evening tea together.

well maybe you missed each other a lot, it's been 2 months since you saw one another. you still write for each other sometimes, but letters don't get around that fast. and these past week you've been catching up again. you bring a lot with you when you return, money and gold bars for camp, gifts, hugs and kisses for Arthur.

Arthur was the first to greet you when you got back, it's a coincidence that he's at camp and not out in town. he was so happy about it, he hugged you for a good 30 seconds before letting go. this time your scent is different, you're wearing the perfume he gave you. sure it's not as expensive as the other perfumes you have, but you said you liked it a lot. it really makes him smile.

you bought this hat and scarf for Arthur, and it did cost a bit. but it'll look great on him. he always did wondered what you do out there to get this much money, sure you told him the big picture, but he wants details. no wonder you seem to have an endless supply of good quality perfume on you, you were earning this much.

but there's something you hate about bringing that much money. it's like Dutch is taking all of it, his tent always gets upgraded first, he wears fancy vests and has expensive guns. that's why you only gave 40 % to ' camp ', and save the rest for everybody else. split it even, and it's good that they're quiet about it. let's stop focusing on the leader and more to the people yeah ?.

" who would look after camp then ? who would save Dutch's ass when he angers someone ? or Reverend walking around town while drunk and making bad decisions ?. "

Arthur huffed at that. he always have to save someone's ass from getting beaten, it's tiring honestly. he's literally the camp's lifeline.

you kissed his temple, rubbing his back to assure him. " it's going to be alright Arthur, i promise you i'll return like always. "

" safely... safely right ?... "

you left around midnight, with a still sleepy Arthur saying goodbye with a kiss. he went back to sleep afterwards, he still has work to do in the morning, he needs all the rest he could take.

this is going to be another big job, but as usual it involves rich higher ups. they've got several weed farms, and they sell it all over the states. surely they've got few bucks to spare, it's far less compared to what they earned regularly.

you took your horse and made your way outside of camp, and saying goodbye to Sean because he was on guard duty. " [ name ], bring back strong alcohol this time f' me. "

" you and Karen drink too much, but i can't promise you anything Sean. "

" but you would bring anything f' Arthur ! how's dat fair ?. "

" calm down Sean, everyone's sleeping. and you know Arthur is kind of biased. " with a chuckle, you watch Sean laughed his ass off at that remark. damn, he's going to wake everyone up.

" hell yeah he is, by you at least. the man can't spend a day without at least day dreamin bout ya. "

Hosea and John would often say to you that Arthur often zone out a lot if you're away, for a good 30 minutes if not disturbed. Arthur would often zone out when he's alone or in his tent, but he can't escape they eyes of Hosea. he knows everything...

" alright Sean, see ya in a few weeks. "

" don't forget to stay alive, poor Arthur can't take it if he lost ya.. "

" i'll try my best. "

not much happened on the journey to get there, well you almost got robbed few times, but instead of getting robbed, you ended up robbing them. those guys really lack skill and stealth. they sounded like they're still in their teens, around 16 or 17, looks like they've only done this few times. their posture is not at all confident and they did too much talking.

this world is a wild west. everyone is just trying making a living.

some towns are worse than what you thought. no sheriffs, criminals every where, ordinary people are being swept. they're treated like maids and often got beaten up. they also don't treat visitors well, so you didn't bother to stay long.

though when you made it to your destination, people tend to look and whisper to one another, then coming up to you, offering some kind of product. you know it's a scam, either the product is shite or there's no product at all.

new comers are usually looked down upon by the rich in this specific town. mine owners, factory owners, oil miners, gown designers, inventors, professional makeup artist and so on. these people have high manners, high demeanor, really fancy people live here.

but alas, if there's up then there is down.

people in the lower section are smart in this town. they'll pull up every excuse they have for an opportunity to earn money, they offer products, services and other kind. they will pull up nasty tricks to one another even if they're blood related. it's everyone for themselves.

they see new comers as opportunity, to trick and grab all their money, sweep them off the ground and kick them off town. they don't really think about the consequences, it's only money they see. it's a pity really. but with you being a new comer in this town, they can't help but try their luck.

" good evening there kind gentleman, would you care for a look at my magnificent horse i have just in store ?. "

you looked at the man right beside your horse while you're still looking around town. he looked clean, freshly cleaned, maybe he just showered ? or is he just putting up clothes to look like a horse dealer ?.

" no thank you, my horse is just fine. "

with that you left him in his demise, your horse didn't seem to like him either. you're not here to dilly dally around, it's big town. full of rich people. and who are you to pass this chance up ?.

they didn't dare to try their luck on the rich. 90 % of their attempts are resulted in some very bad beating. the rich knows what their up to, so they eventually back off. and being a new comer has it's advantages. people here has never seen you, it's a big plus.

" now to find that farm... i'm sure it's around here. "

the plan was simple enough. learn their schedules, apply as one of the new workers, when break time came, sneak in the main house or mansion as they say it, and grab the prize.

you still have a week before you have to apply, so on day 1 you need a place to stay for the next month.

learning their schedule is not an easy task. guards are everywhere around the farm and is watching all the time, you ended up paying a few people for information. they didn't have much either, but you'll get to know their full schedule in a matter of time...

" your name ?. "

" Irving Graham. "

the person in front of you stopped writing and turned up to look at you. he examined you features and your clothing. " fancy name you have. "

first impression is everything they say, and right they are.

coming in to this town with ordinary commoner's look is a great idea, now you're blending in with the crowd just fine. dressing a bit fancy would give you too much attention, they would mistook you for some rich folk with money for shoes and would love some of your richness.

dressing like an outlaw would put you in everyone's blacklist. they're too fancy to deal with people who break laws all the time. and dressing poorly would gain a lot of bad attention.

" well what can i say... my ma sure have an interesting taste. " you heard his chuckle at your statement, this guy seem to be the chill type.

" she sure does, anyway... considering that we're currently low on workers, you're in. you can start in 3 days. "

" thank you, much appreciated. "

" alright, i think that's all i need... "

you put all the things you needed in to your bag and carried it with you. you're going to have to adapt to this life style for a few weeks, getting to know the area better, making a good impression and gaining their trust.

arriving early has it's advantages, you actually get to talk to one of the supervisors about this whole thing. he's surprisingly a friendly guy, though he still didn't spill anything. ' these people are very loyal... that's surprising... considering most of this town's populations are back stabbing folks... this is not going to be easy. '

first day was not bad, people were mostly minding their own business and just doing their job. most didn't bother you with asking questions but some did ask a little bit too much for a first meeting, much to your dismay. you're gonna have to make up a lot of story...

" you here all alone ?. "

" yeah.. didn't have much to offer back in my place, this is a new start. "

" well that's nice, don't shy away if ya lonely here, my place is not far from here. "

" thanks, i'll consider that. "

so far so good, 7 days in. people started talking with you more, seeing that you're a chill and approachable person. they like to joke a lot during breaks, very laid back people. 7 days in and it's time to start sneaking in. rounding the main house and locating the safes, locating where the keys are and slipping by without notice.

the safes are located in the basement and there's tons of them. the entrance is guarded with 2 people, but they take breaks every now and then. the keys are held by the owner of this farm, he comes by to check on the workers every 4 hours, not wanting them to slack even the littlest.

he's not a man with many words, and sweet talking him wont work in any way. so he's a lost cause. but you should be able to get in the basement without sweet talking him, you just have to be more prepared.

a month in and you're ready. people are not as tense with you, you know the round and turns of the main house, the schedules of the guards and where the needed keys are. if you did this right, the safes are all yours..

this is it.

it's already night and workers are sent home. the guards are rounding the main house and the owner is currently in panic. he had ' lost ' his key to the safes. well, more like you took it when he went to check on the workers. but he doesn't need to know that..

the workers are checked before they went home, and none found the key. you had store it somewhere inside the house, making it easier for you to slip by out the house easier. it's also isin't a hard place to get, they just didn't see it.

you sneak past the guards that was pointing their light at the farm, they're still looking for the key apparently. the door to the main house isin't locked, but you would be a fool to go through the main door, guards will pop up in your face less then a second.

the back door is your best bet, good thing you learned how to pick simple locks. the hallways are mostly empty, but people would walk by and you're forced to hide in one of the rooms. the main house is really big, but most of the rooms are useless and empty. ' they surely won with the looks, but they lack efficiency... '

you quietly went through the halls, spotting a big painting of a horse. " there you are... " walking close to the painting you pulled the painting a bit forward and grabbing the key that was about to fall. the key to the safe.. you continued your way down to the basement without notice, people must be tired at this hour, barely anyone here. when you got to the basement, the guards aren't there. " must be searching to the key as well, perfect timing... "

maybe it isin't a perfect timing afterall.

now you're hiding. up on a tree with a bag full of gold and your shotgun in hand. it didn't went well. you were caught right as you're about to escape to the back door, you were forced to kill 3 guards that was about to shoot you. but these guards are something else, maybe that's why they have high paychecks.

well, Arthur was feeling uneasy about this one, he was right.

you have to stop the blood flowing somehow, you don't want it to drip rapidly and lead them to your hiding. you removed your cloth mask and fold them, then putting it around your head. covering your left eye. that was a lucky shot they have. " shit... "

you're already feeling dizzy from the shot and the lost of blood, but you can't give up now. it'll be fucking funny to see a corpse dangling on a tree, and you can't leave Arthur all alone. poor boy's going to cry his eyes out. just, not yet. not now.

" they're clearing up a bit.... i should move.. "

you dropped down from the tree and began moving away. you can't really run, hitting a tree would be embarrassing. crouching isin't pleasant, but you can't risk getting caught now, your horse is close by.

you put all your stuff on your horse and mounted him. " come on boy, let's go.. "

trying to loose them is hard, because they started searching on a wider scale. but you're experienced in this, you can and will slip away. you have to find shelter soon, this bleeding eye is going to be the death of you. and you don't want to die. not yet at least, Arthur is waiting..

it's night time, and the trees are providing great cover. but you can see the light of the lanterns that they carry at a distance, they're still too close for your liking.

you feel like you're about to pass out, the cloth on your eye is completely soaked, you're doomed if you don't fix this. you started to look around, nothing other than trees are in your field of sight. no shelter. maybe it would've been better if you bring Arthur along...

slowly but surely you started to distance yourself from them, the light is no longer in sight, it's a relief. but with your condition like this, you can't travel far. not to mention the risk of getting attacked by wild animals.

speaking of wild animals, you heard rustling in front of you. you horse came to a halt, you can't clearly see what's ahead of you, but you could see the silhouette of a bear...

" now is not the time for this... "

you opened your eyes slowly, you feel bandages covering your left eye and mouth. another around your chest, stomach and left arm. you were lying on a bed in a simple shack. your whole body feels sore, and you're very tired. what happened exactly ?, last time you remembered was you're about to face a bear and... well, it looks like it didn't end well.

you tried sitting up but the door to the room you're in opened. revealing a casual dressed man holding a wooden tray with soup. " now now, your wound is still healing, don't move too much... "

you lied back down slowly, who is this guy ? did he save you during the fight ?. whoever he is, you can't ask him now, your cheek is still healing...

" you might be wondering who am i, my name is Gabriel. and i found ya barely surviving the bear that just attacked you, you were really roughed up. " Gabriel put down the tray beside you on the bedside table, he grabbed bandages from a cabinet and walked back to you.

" let me change the bandage around chest, before you eat. " he carefully helped you sit up and began undoing the bandage around your chest. it was a sight indeed, gashes are all over the place, it hurted a lot when you sit up so you've definitely broken some of your ribs. your left arm was not in a good shape too, your left wrist hurt a lot. that bear really did a lot.

" and you're still in a bad shape, i tried my best fixing you up, but i'm no doctor. " he finished bandaging your chest and unwrapped the bandage around your mouth, cheek and throat. your right arm moved to touch your left cheek, and it's way bad than you thought. it was ripped open, showing some of your teeth. your throat feels sore, the bear sure did leave a lot of love bites..

" i know you can't really chew, but you gotta eat. i made this soup for ya. your stuff is beside the bed if you're wondering, your horse is outside. what have you done ? you've got a load in your bag, don't worry i didn't take any, i want no part in this, also people have been looking for a man named Irving, is that you ?. "

you don't trust this man, but he's been helping you. or so it seems. and he said that he didn't mess with your stuff. you nodded your head at him, in which he replied with a smile. " alright then. "

you stayed under his care for the next month, your thoughts are at the fullest. thinking about how long it's going to take for your recovering, will those people found you eventually ?, what would camp think about this ?. what would Arthur think about this ?... he would be grossed out for sure, well... it's to be expected when you got back..

when you're able to talk properly again you told Gabriel a little about yourself, about the load in your bag. Gabriel is a rare one for sure, he helped you with all his might and he's true to his words. he didn't take any of the gold and he took care of your horse. he didn't tell anybody that you're here. not many like him in a place like this, and you are truly lucky to be in his care...

you helped him around on his daily chores when you're able to walk again, it's a small thank for his kindness. your last letter from Arthur was when you're about to execute the plan, which has been some time, and you haven't got the time to write for him again. what would you tell him anyway ?, everything's fine and you're okay ? you don't feel like lying to Arthur like that, you're literally half dead ? he'll be worried sick. adding more to his stress..

you're feeling better by the end of the month, most of your wounds have healed up, but the scars are still visible. the bullet in your eye is already out, but the nasty scar is still there. the gash on your left cheek are at least covered, the stitches did well for now...

" i'm gonna... pack up for tomorrow... "

Gabriel stopped wiping the table as he looked at you, sitting across from him holding a letter. " leaving already ? but you haven't fully healed yet... you've got someone waiting for ya, don't ya ?. "

you chuckled at his remark. " what gave it away ?. "

" you've been reading that letter over and over again these past weeks, surely it means a lot to ya. "

" well... it does mean a lot to me, and i have to get back to him. before he kills me himself... "

" leave it for him to decide your fate, you're gone for some time now. "

the next morning you started to get your things ready and putting your bag on your horse. Gabriel gave you food for the journey back home, he said that you started to grew on him... and you figured you'd give him something back.

" take it. " you gave him 2 bars of gold from your heist.

" but what for ? i said i want nothing to do with this. "

" just take it, as a token of appreciation from me. ya helped me get better and this is all i could give ya for the time being. there's another town a bit away from here to trade it with money if you want. "

Gabriel took a moment to look at you, you could tell he wanted to reject this, but this would help him a lot. " just take it Gabriel, i know you need it.. "

with that Gabriel took the bars, " thank you, really. " you pulled Gabriel to a hug, you patted him back as he laughs at the action. " see ya around partner.. "

" until next time.. "

" [ name ] ? son, is that you ?. "

Hosea was the first to notice your arrival, it was around noon when you got here. though you have bandages around your left arm, hat on and cloth covering your face, he still recognized you..

you tipped your hat downwards, signaling Hosea this is you. he sighed in relief and came closer towards you as you dismount your horse. there's not a lot people in camp, they're probably out and about. you're lucky that they're still staying here...

" what happened ? you've been gone longer than anticipated. " Hosea took a second to look properly at you up and down. your clothes are clean, but you have bandages all around your left arm and eye, though you have scratches all over you, some were deep that it's stitched... Hosea looked at you worriedly, what have you been up to ?.

" a lot happened old man... " your voice sounded hoarse, something Hosea is new at. Hosea didn't ask about the cloth mask that you're wearing, he has a hunch on what happened to your eye. you're in a hard position right now, he's going to let you recover for the time being. mentally...

" set yourself down for now, Arthur and the rest should be back in a minute. " Hosea softly patted your back and walked with you to your shared tent with Arthur, though as you walked by, other people in camp began noticing.

" woah [ name ]... what happen to ya man ?. " Sean who just left his tent looked at you, he looked like he just woken up.

" i'm all good Sean. "

" well ya surely don't look like it. "

you reached your tent and began rearranging all your stuff. while Dutch is out you can use this time to split the money to everyone here and gave the rest later on. so you started rounding around, giving people their share of the gold without saying much, they were thankful once again...

how are you going to tell Arthur about this ? your whole face almost being tore open by a bear... what if he's disgusted by you ? would he ?.

you're back in your tent, still not having the confidence to face everyone without your mask on. Hosea probably told them to leave you alone for now, because everyone didn't ask you anything about your mask and eye... they could tell how bad it is by your hoarse voice, they're also aren't brave enough to ask in case you get mad.

to add up more to your anxiety, you hear chatter and footsteps outside. they're back already. you exited your tent still with your mask on, but you bumped heads with Arthur who was just about to enter. he pushed you back in the tent and gave you a tight hug. " you didn't reply my last letter... "

" sorry... "

Arthur was taken aback by your voice, he looked up at you with concern in his eyes. " what happened to your voice... and eye ?. " Arthur's hand reached up to your face, about to take your mask off. but you grabbed his hand...

" just... not yet Arthur, i'm... still processing all of this... "

" r-right... of course.. "

you could tell that Arthur is disappointed, but you're still very self conscious of your whole face now that it's messed up. you're going to take some time to reveal you're face to Arthur, you can't imagine what his expression is going to be. how can't he be disgusted ?, even you didn't like it. can't wait until the whole gang find out, it's going to be one hell of a day.

you continued doing chores throughout the week, minus going to town. you hunted, feed the horses, and offered miss Grimshaw to help around with washing clothes and other chores, at least you're doing something than just lay around and do nothing. hunting is hard with only one eye, but you didn't disappoint anyone when you managed to catch 2 dears.

you tried avoiding people in camp as much as you can, especially Arthur. it's probably better this way for now.

little Jack has come up to you while you were fishing close to camp. he asked what happened to your eye, in which you didn't reply the specifics but you said " it's alright Jack, my eye just hurts. "

" wouldn't it better if mama take a look at it ? she's pretty good with bandaging wounds... "

" you don't have to worry Jack, i patched it up just fine. "

you went back to the river few days later, wanting to wash up a little bit, and change the bandage around your eye. you didn't know why but your eye decided to be a bitch and bleed today, the bleeding should've stopped by now. you were too busy to notice that Arthur was following you, he stopped a few feet away from you. but he went closer, he didn't want his lover to suffer alone...

" so it's ripped ?.... your cheek.. "

you flinched when Arthur put his hand on your shoulder, but relaxed right away. one thing disappoint you, he found out by himself, because you were such a coward to reveal it to him. " yeah... it's a long story... but this is what i look now. it's okay if you're disgusted by it, i am too... "

Arthur sat down beside you and grabbed the bandage on your hand, he helped bandage your left eye while you sit there, watching him work his magic. " don't be silly, you've seen me in my worst and you're still here with me till this day. don't think that this would would keep you away from me. "

you gave him a tiny smile, he really does know how to comfort you. you chuckled though when you found out that he was holding his tears in, his glossy eye can't lie. " don't cry Arthur, it's not very manly of you. "

Arthur chuckled and finish up the bandage around your eye, he wiped his eye with the sleeve of his coat and faced you again. taking in your still handsome features even if you're face is messed up. you're still the same person he loved and cared for all those years until now. and that's not about to change anytime soon.

" ya know you could've just told me... "

" i didn't know how you would react to it, it scared me t' death.. "

" don't be so scared, the most i would do is kill ya if you don't tell me anything.. "

" see ? exactly... "

" still, you're the same person i fell for all those years... and ya stayed with me when i'm at my lowest. it's only fair if i do the same to you, so please... don't avoid me on situations like this, i'll start to think that you're sick of me... "

" i would never do that to ya Arthur, you're to precious to let go. "

Arthur chuckled at that. " you big baby... " he grabbed your neck and pulled you closer him, bringing you to a kiss.

© x-xenn

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Peter Parker x Pregnant!Female!Stark!Reader: Where Gods Do Fear to Tread [Ch. 8]

Summary: The best laid plans of mice and men often go awry, the best laid plans of teenagers even more so.

Challenge: “9 Months” challenge by crackleviolet on Lunaescence Archive -- Bonus Two -- Teenage Pregnancy

Rating/Warnings/Tags: T (sexual references; two underage people having consensual sex off the page; teenage pregnancy; family drama; mixed families; teenage cruelty; discussion of abortion; discussion of adoption; foul language; crude humor; postpartum depression; Stark!Reader; Lila & Reader friendship)

Pairings: Peter Parker x Female!Reader; Tony/Pepper; Happy/May; Steve/Bucky; Clint/Laura; past!Tony/Reader’s Mom

Tag List: @imaginesfire​, @plutoneu​

Master List

Chapter 8: Hold My Hand

What good was living on the top floor of a skyscraper, you wanted to know. Oh, sure, the view was nice, if you liked looking at the other skyscrapers populating New York City. Spectacular though that might have been, it could not make up for the noise. Were the walls soundproofed? Yes—but you dared anyone to sleep through the constant takeoffs and landings of a quinjet at all hours, let alone all the same coming from Iron Man suits. Your bedroom sat right beside the liftoff pads. But all that commotion came from outside. You could handle noise from outside. The inside should not have been a problem!

The baby didn’t make movement a pleasurable experience. According to your doctor—the one your dad made you visit almost once a week now—she was pressing your stomach into your lungs. “Sit up straight and stand up straight and it won’t be a problem,” the doctor said. Oh, sure! What about when you had to leave the room to go yell at your downstairs neighbors for making so much noise in the middle of the day? Especially since you couldn’t sit or stand too long, or your freaking ankles swelled up like balloons.

“Stupid doctor,” you wheezed when the elevator pulled to a stop at the floor that housed the training facility. “Stupid tower. Stupid Avengers. Stupid baby. Sorry,” you added to your baby bump. “I didn’t mean that last bit.”

That you were talking to your baby more was (you hoped) less a symptom of growing attachment and more that of severe exhaustion. Sleeping had become next to impossible the past few weeks. Between being unable to lay down in a comfortable position, the near-constant anxiety, the lovely fact that she was pressing against your bladder just as hard as your lungs so that you had to pee nearly every ten damn minutes, it was a miracle you could rest ever. That Saturday you’d finally managed to doze off only to be interrupted by something going on several floors away—and woe be unto whoever came out of that holo-rig first, because you didn’t much care who you screamed at for this.

When the doors to the elevator finally opened, however, you found that there was not some robust training session underway in the far room. Judging by the ash smeared across several faces (and the unfixed cuts and tears in a handful of uniforms), one had gone on that afternoon. Now it was over. It was just that none of the Avengers was quiet (except maybe Natasha) and they were all gathered around one very obvious thing: Pepper, holding her two-month old baby.

“She’s beautiful, Pepper,” Natasha was saying.

“Not prettier than any of mine,” Clint said, “but I’d put her at a close second.”

“Is she sleeping through the night yet?” Bucky asked.

“You don’t one thing about babies, do you, Barnes?” asked Sam.

“Have you seen the circles under Tony’s eyes?” said Steve.

“Watch it, Rogers, or I’ll give you your own shiner,” your dad said.

“I’d like to see you try, old man.”

“Old! Just because I’ve got two daughters now doesn’t make me old.”

“I dunno Tony,” said Uncle Rhodey. “Sounds pretty old to me.”

“You’re definitely the oldest one here,” Bruce put in.

Even Peter was there. You couldn’t see his face, though, only the back of his head. Just seeing him made you twinge…or maybe that was just another Braxton Hicks contraction. Every single time you saw him, you wondered if you were doing the right thing. He already seemed to love his unborn child. How you were supposed to tell if that was out of duty or pity or something real, you didn’t know, and love wasn’t enough to raise a child to adulthood.

“Hey, there you are!”

You’d been spotted. Why did that disappoint you? The whole reason you’d risked swollen ankles and shortness of breath was to ask your dad to tone it down. Now that he was looking at you, you wished you could disappear into a corner of the elevator. Too bad that belly of yours made doing so completely impossible.

Your dad motioned for you to join the group. “I was wondering if you were going to make an appearance.”

“I didn’t mean to interrupt…”

“You’re not. Come here. I want you to meet someone.”

Pepper smiled as you approached. You understood then: They wanted you to talk to your baby sister. After you’d seen her at the hospital, you’d made it a point to not have anything to do with her. It looked like that behavior was about to come to a end.

“Oh, no, I don’t think that that’s such a good idea,” you said, already recoiling.

“Nonsense. We want Morgan here to know her sister.”

“Everyone else has had a turn today,” Pepper said as she carefully maneuvered Morgan in your direction.

You couldn’t back away quickly enough. Even with Vision and Wanda off on some mystical spirit journey thing together in eastern Europe, there just wasn’t enough room to maneuver with most of the team crammed in around you.

“No, really, I—”

Colliding right into Uncle Rhodey effectively killed what meager momentum you’d built up in your terror. You fought to stand upright for long enough for Pepper to catch up with you.

“It’s okay, [Name],” your dad said, as Uncle Rhodey helped steady you. “You’re not going to hurt her.”

Maybe not physically. You still weren’t so convinced you wouldn’t be a toxic influence to her. Just being around her might be enough to do some real harm to her psyche.

What choice did you have, though? Surrounded as you were, you couldn’t make a scene, and the thought that you could run away on your throbbing feet was laughable. Any attempt to do so would probably just wind up with you tripping over air and squashing your baby under your bloated weight.

Pepper didn’t give you time to protest further. She gingerly passed Morgan into your arms, and there was nothing you could do to prevent that save for letting your baby sister fall to the floor.

The little girl let out a soft squeaking sound when her mother let get go, but otherwise didn’t make a peep. Since she’d done nothing but cry since your dad and Pepper brought her home, you were surprised she didn’t erupt into tears the moment she realized exactly who she’d been left with. Being passed around like a hot potato must have tuckered the poor kid out.

“There,” Pepper said fondly. She didn’t used a baby voice; in fact, she’d forbidden anyone in the family from talking to the newest addition in anything but a natural tone. “Morgan, that’s your big sister, [Name]. Can you say ‘hi’ to [Name]?”

Morgan said nothing, just mouthed wordlessly with her little pink lips while her huge blue eyes roved curiously around your face. You couldn’t tell which of her parents she looked like most just yet. Beyond the thin blanket of dark hair on her skull, she looked like every other baby on the planet, right down to having ten perfect fingers and toes.

“[Name]? What’s the matter?” your dad asked.

You just shook your head. Bad enough that you’d spent the past eight months crying in front of the likes of Bruce Banner; you were not about to start explaining the reasoning behind each and every one of your emotional upheavals. Looking at Morgan—how perfect and innocent she was—had made you realize something that none of those articles on the intellectual and emotional stunting of children of teenage parents hadn’t quite managed: Adoption really was the best thing for your own baby.

Did you love her? God, yes. You hated what she was doing to your life and your body, but you loved her all the same. All your attempts at distancing yourself from the life growing inside you had failed. When she came out, you knew she was going to be just as perfect as Morgan was—more, even—and that was why your baby had to go. If you could so easily corrupt your sister, how much more so your daughter?

Forget being held back in school or suffering emotional problems later in life because her parents were too busy to hold her. You just didn’t want your baby to end up like you. The absolute least you could do was ensure she got placed in a home that could hold her whenever she needed it, could provide for her as only grown adults could, and already knew she might be lifting heavy objects and crawling up walls as soon as she could walk by herself.

“Hey.” The body behind yours had suddenly shrunk. No longer did Uncle Rhodey stand there, but Peter, and he spoke softly in your ear. You didn’t turn around. Still you knew that he was staring down into Morgan’s face, as though she might have purposely done something to make you go misty-eyed all over again.

Blinking away your tears, you looked up to see the rest of the Avengers politely averting their eyes. Not Pepper or your dad, though. The latter’s expression was pinched in like he was worried—probably about Morgan’s safety, worried you might drop her or throw her to the ground if pushed just a little bit further. Sure, your dad was looking at you, not her, but what else could have made him look like he wanted to cry, too?

Pepper stepped forward with her arms outstretched. “It’s probably about time for me to get her down for a nap.”

You nodded, unable to speak around the rock in your throat. Then Pepper stepped forward and Morgan’s comforting weight vanished abruptly from your hands.

“You know, a nap isn’t a bad idea. Kid, why don’t you take [Name] back up to her room? I bet she’d like to lay down for a little bit. We’ll try to be quieter this time,” your dad said.

“Okay,” you rasped.

A nap did sound wonderful. Already Peter had an arm around your shoulders to lead you through the parting crowd.

“But come right back,” your dad called after you. “You don’t get to stay for the nap. If I don’t see you back here in ten minutes tops, I’m sending Steve up there to check on you.”

“Why me?” Steve asked.

“Because it’ll bother you the most,” Bucky answered.

“Yes, sir. I’ll be right back,” Peter said dutifully.

“Thanks, Dad,” you said, though without much sarcasm. He was being kind in lifting his restrictions long enough to give you a few moments of privacy with your boyfriend. Not that it really mattered if he sent Steve up either way. After this whole ordeal, you shuddered to even think of having sex with anyone ever again.

You and Peter headed right for the elevator. FRIDAY would still be listening carefully all the way up to your room, so it wasn’t like the two of you would be playing a round of tonsil hockey if you had felt up to it. Honestly, the sudden quickness of your labored walking had more to do with the promise of some sleep—

Then you felt a pop somewhere inside you and froze.

“[Name]?” Peter glanced over at you. “What’s going on?”

If your face was anywhere near as bloodless as it felt, that would explain the horror on his. Such fear on both your parts was well placed. You just couldn’t get the words to explain why to come out of your mouth. Thankfully, you didn’t have to try for long. He took one step toward you, heard a splash, and looked down to see the puddle of water that had just gushed down your leg.

Things happened very quickly after that. Peter’s head snapped back up. Then down. Then up again.

“Mr. Stark!” he shouted, voice cracking on the second word.

He vanished from your field of vision. You thought you heard your dad asking what was the matter. Peter answered in a rush of gibberish. Morgan started to scream. A chorus of jumbled concerns filled the air. And all you could was think:

No. No. Nonononono. It wasn’t time yet. You had at least another four weeks to go. You knew because you were keeping track of it on the calendar in your bedroom! The baby wasn’t ready yet! No one was ready yet! Oh, God. Oh no. Oh God. Why was the room spinning around you? Why was your chest burning so bad?

“No!” you shrieked.

Someone appeared in front of you. Dark hair. Peter? No, your father. He put his hands on both your shoulders.

“Breathe, [Name],” he said.

“I-I-I can’t! I can’t, Daddy!”

“Yes, you can.”

“No. No. I can’t. I can’t do any of this. I’m not ready, Dad, please!”

“I hate to be the bearer of bad news here, but you don’t have much of a choice at this point. That baby is coming now.”

“She can’t! I can’t!”

“Yes, you can.” His steady voice did not entirely calm you, but the soft pressure he put on your shoulders did ground you enough to take a big, deep breath, the way Bucky had taught you. “You’re my kid,” your dad went on. “You’re smart. You’re brave. You’re gonna see this through. It’s going to be okay. First thing’s first. We gotta get you to the hospital.”

“No. Not yet. I gotta—I don’t have my stuff packed—my clothes are all wet—I need—”

Your dad all but shoved you into the waiting elevator mid-sentence. “The rest of the team will take care of it. Rhodey’s calling us a ride right now. With any luck, there will be something waiting for us by the team we get to the lobby. Peter!” he shouted suddenly.

“What?” asked the wild-eyed boy still standing in the center of seven adults and one wailing infant.

“You coming or not? Last call.”

He had no time to answer, just for launching himself over to the lift before the doors closed. Then he was sealed inside with you (still quivering, still wet) and your father.

“Good choice,” the latter said.

“Yeah,” Peter breathed.

You said nothing at all. Your brain was too busy screaming and roaring and wailing for you to think to voice a single thought. Pain was coming soon. Excruciating pain was coming soon. One more month probably would not have seen you prepared for that, but at least it was another four weeks not to think about how much actually having a baby was going to hurt, or what life would be like living again without that baby.

A warm weight around one hand calmed the noise a little. Peter nodded from where he’d stepped into place at your side. You opened your mouth to thank him—though whether or not that was what would come out of your mouth once released was hard to say—but were interrupted by a second warm weight on your other hand: your dad taking that one.

The fear wouldn’t shut up. Your legs wouldn’t stop shaking. But there, sandwiched between the two most important people in your life, you thought you just might make it. What lay beyond the chasm of labor couldn’t be known, not yet. What could be was that you would live to see it, and so would your daughter. You’d make sure of it.

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Eternally (Bucky Barnes x Reader) Part 7/?

Author’s Note: Hey everyone! Sorry I haven’t posted in a bit, but between work, coming up with new fic ideas, and doing summer reading/research for my thesis, time has gotten away from me. Thank you for staying patient! Remember, this fic has flashbacks, which appear in italics, and the flashbacks aren’t in chronological order of their happenings. Everything that’s typed in normal font, though, is present day and chronological. I really hope you guys enjoy, and let me know if you want to be tagged! :)

Summary: After your big blow out with Steve and the team finding out your secret, things are quiet but still tense, leaving you to talk it out with Steve.

Warnings: Angst and sadness

Other Characters: Steve Rogers

Word Count: 665

Read Part 6 here

“(Y/N),” you hear along with a gentle knock at the door. Steve. “(Y/N), can we talk?”

You carefully walk across your bedroom, opening the door and leaning against the doorframe.

“Can I come in?” Steve asks, his eyes full of sincerity. 

You nod and move aside without a word. You both sit on your mattress, your legs folded to give each other enough space. 

“I was out of line earlier,” he starts. “I know how much Bucky meant to you.”

“And I know how much he means to you,” you say. “I’m not sure I can say that I fully regret what I said, but I think we were both a little out of line. Our feelings were the ones that did most of the talking down there.”

“Mm,” he says as he looks down at his hands. “I shouldn’t have used him against you. I just remember how happy you two were. Bucky was alway a flirt, but when you two were together, it’s like he was a new version of himself. A better version of himself.” He looks up and his eyes look red, a thin layer of tears covering his cornea. “Shuri and the team in Wakanda haven’t exactly figured how deprogram what Hydra did to Bucky’s mind. They’ve done a few attempts, but they didn’t completely work. Last time I was there, I saw how much it was weighing on him. He looked completely drained, like he thought that he’d never get out of it. He didn’t say it, but he looked like he wanted to give up, and there was nothing I could say to help him through it.”

Steve is silent for a bit, collecting himself so he doesn’t completely break down. But in those moments of silence, you understand that both you and Bucky are in the same boat. You both might be unfixable, you both are scared, and you just want it all to be over with.

“I was hoping that seeing you might give him a little more hope. The will to keep at this,” Steve finishes, his voice catching on the last word. “Yeah, him and me are best friends, but I think you were a part of him that he didn’t know was missing. And in the back of my mind, I just thought, ‘Maybe if he felt like he used to before the war . . .’”

He is seconds away from tears when you lean forward and pull him in for a hug. You let him cry into your shoulder as you hold back tears of your own.

“Steve,” you say softly after a few minutes. “If you would have said all of this from the beginning . . .” You sigh and shake your head as he moves back from your embrace. “I’m not saying that I want your connections trying to help me. But would you mind if I went on that jet to Wakanda with you? I—Now that I know he’s alive. . . I have to see him.”

A small smile tugs at the corner of his lips.

“Of course,” he sniffles, wiping the last of the tears from his eyes. “Pack a small bag. The jet leaves at 7. Clint is a bit tense about pre-flight checks and protocol, so it might be best to be at the jet a half hour early.”

“Duly noted,” you tell him, watching him rise from the mattress.

“And (Y/N)?” he says stopping at the door. “I really am sorry. About everything I said, and for not telling you the truth sooner.”

“Apology accepted,” you say with a small nod. “I’m sorry I stepped on your neck.”

He chuckles, letting whatever sadness from earlier leave his body. “You said I shouldn’t underestimate you. I didn’t listen. That’s all on me. I’ll see you in the morning.”

“See ya.”

Steve closes the door behind him, and you can’t suppress the butterflies in your chest and the pit growing in your stomach. Tomorrow will either go horribly wrong or go incredibly well, and you can’t help but pray that the reality is similar to the latter.

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