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ineffablesuffering · 8 months

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Pub Quiz (Crowley X Reader)

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Warnings: use of alcohol, i think that's it? oh and crowley in a turtleneck - thats a major warning.

Pairing: Crowley x gn!reader.

Word Count: 2,355 (i got a bit carried away writing this whoops)

Note: to the lovely anon that sent me a request; i'm working on it! i see you!

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“Oh, c’mon it will be fun, you never want to do anything fun,” you whine.

“I’m plenty fun,” Crowley said, sipping his whisky. You roll your eyes at him. The Drunken Donkey was hosting a music quiz and you were desperate to go. You had grown up around all sorts of music and back when you were a young teenager discovering the world of ‘decent music’ as your dad had put it, he would test you on your knowledge and it was something you had become quite fond of.

“Please,” you beg, “I’ll buy you a new plant, wash the Bentley, and buy you a drink.”

Crowley let out a sigh and looked down as he swirled the whisky in his glass. It’s not as if he had anything better to do with his time and he was rather fond of spending time with you, not that he’d ever admit that. An uncomfortable, but not unwelcome, feeling pulled on his heart when he looked up at you to see you giving your best puppy dog eyes. “Fine! Fine,” he said exasperatedly, “but don’t complain when I beat you.”

“We’ll see about that,” you say with a cheeky grin.

A few hours later, you were waiting for Crowley to make an appearance outside The Drunken Donkey. You had returned home to get changed into something a bit more appropriate for an evening in the pub, and so it seems had Crowley. He rounded the corner and you had to try to stop your jaw from hanging open. He wore all black, which was nothing new but the turtleneck jumper? Yeah, that was new, and he looked downright sinful.

“Well don’t you scrub up nicely,” you say when he approaches you, butterflies erupting in your stomach.

“Not so bad yourself,” he comments with a smirk. Your cheeks flame. “Ready to lose?”

“Oh, you’re so on.”

You both head inside and Crowley heads to find a seat in the busy pub as you approach the bar.

“What can I get for you my lovely,” the woman behind the bar said. You order yourself your favourite drink and a large Talisker for Crowley, before tapping your card and heading off to find him.

“For you,” you say placing down the whisky in front of him. He shoots you a small smile that’s enough to make you clutch your drink a little bit tighter before sitting down opposite him. “So basically, you need to have this app to take part in the quiz, you just put your name in it and then tap the right answer. Simple! Do you need help or are you old enough to do it by yourself?”

“Oh, very funny,” he huffs pulling his phone out and situating himself. “Now remember; no crying when you lose,” he smirks at you. You just look at him as you take a sip from your drink.

“We’ll see about that,” you put your own information into your phone. “Shall we make a bet?”

“A bet with a demon Y/N? That’s a bit risky, even for you.” He gives you a wicked grin and he leans in closer. You can smell his cologne at this proximity, and it makes your palms sweat a little bit. You really do need to sort yourself out.

“Well,” you lean in, not letting the proximity to him make you nervous. “I’m feeling rather confident tonight.”

“Okay then. If I win, you have to buy me a coffee every day for the next two weeks.”

“And if I win, you have to drive me around in the Bentley for two weeks, chauffeur hat and all.” You smile sweetly holding out your hand. He grins and shakes your hand.

“Deal.”

Soon the quiz master is telling you the rules, and you feel a sense of nervousness in your stomach. Maybe this was a bad idea, he did have nearly 6,000 years of experience on you, which is an awful lot of time to listen to music. The quiz master explained that there was to be four rounds; the 1980s, the Naughties, Guess the Next Line and a round specifically dedicated to Queen. Crowley perked up when he heard the last round, he smiled smugly at his phone, thinking he had this in the bag. It would be nice to not have to pay for coffee for two weeks, he thought to himself. He takes a quick glance at you over the top of his sunglasses, seeing you slightly wiggle in your seat. Your nerves, weirdly, gave him a sense of confidence.

“Okay ladies and gents, Round One: The 1980s,” the quiz master starts. The first song plays and within the first second, you’re tapping the answer.

“What?” you say as you look up and see Crowley staring at you slightly open-mouthed.

“How did you know that so quickly? The song barely started!” he points out.

You feel your nerves start to disperse and that sense of confidence washes over you again as you shrug with a smug smile on your face getting ready for the next song. The opening notes to The Look by Roxette play as you tap again within the first few notes of the song. You start to sway along in your seat. You hear Crowley growl as you continue to get the questions right and get them right quickly.

Soon the round comes to an end and the quiz master puts the leaderboard up and you smile smugly at Crowley as you see your name at the top of the board and him close behind in second place.

“What was that about you beating me?” you grin cheekily.

“Shut up,” he grumbles “It’s only round one. Don’t get too cocky.”

You giggle at him; the host announces that they are starting round two. You shoot him a wink before looking back down at your phone getting ready to start. You miss the redness that dusts his cheeks.

After the end of the round, you find yourself at the top of the leaderboard again, but this time Crowley is only a few points behind you and getting closer.

“I’m catching up to you, Y/N,” he says smugly, “You seemed to miss a few songs there, are you slipping?”

“No,” you say confidently. “I just know the 80s better.”

“I see,” he finishes his drink. “Another?” He gestures to your now empty glass. You nod at him before he heads off to the bar. A small smile graces your lips. You rather enjoy spending time with the demon. You love spending time with Aziraphale too, but this was different. Crowley just seemed to get you and your sense of humour. He was kind, although he would never admit it. He once acquired a first edition copy of your favourite book for your birthday one year, but he brushed it off as something that anyone would do. That’s when your feelings towards him started. Something about the gesture was so heartfelt and thoughtful that you couldn’t help but fall just a little bit in love with him. You were so lost in your thoughts that you hadn’t noticed the drink being placed in front of you and Crowley retaking his seat.

“Penny for your thoughts?” he asked, startling you.

“Oh sorry,” your cheeks heat again, a common occurrence around Crowley, “I was just thinking about how I can’t wait to be driven around by you for the next two weeks,” you reply cooly, not letting your thoughts get the best of you. He takes a sip of his drink and leans back in his chair, not quite believing you.

“Hmm, I wouldn’t get too comfortable Y/N,” he smirked at you.

Before you could respond, the quiz master introduced the third round. The round went by smoothly, and you were now tied with Crowley in first place, who had been slowly creeping up behind you as the round went on. You felt yourself becoming more nervous as you went into the Queen round, knowing this is something that Crowley would do well in. It really was anybody's game. The round goes by quickly and before you know it the quiz was over. You look at Crowley and he looks back at you. He seems nervous. The quiz master is soon displaying the final results and you see your name at the top of the leaderboard, one point ahead of Crowley.

“Would you look at that,” you cheer smugly, sticking your tongue out at him.

“Don’t be so juvenile,” he groans at you.

“Don’t be so sour,” you grin at him “Oh I can’t wait to have a personal driver for the next two weeks.”

“You just got lucky.”

You lean over the table, “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah,” he said giving your face a once over, ever so slightly lingering on your lips.

You lean back in your seat, feeling quite proud of yourself. “You know, I think I should demand one of those special apology dances you make Aziraphale do for you.”

“Absolutely not.” He said, finishing his drink, “I don’t do the dance.”

“That’s not what I’ve heard,” you bring the last of your drink to your lips with a smirk.

“Shut up,” he huffs, glancing around the still-busy pub, the quiz long forgotten by everyone else in the room. The night was still young and despite him losing to you, he was rather enjoying his evening and didn’t want it to end. His gaze lands back on you as you type out something on your phone. “Do you maybe want to come back to the bookshop for one more?” he asks. He sounded nervous, as if you might reject his offer. “Aziraphale’s in Edinburgh visiting a friend, and I know he’s got some lovely vintage wine hiding somewhere.”

“Yeah, I’d like that a lot,” you smile at him, and he smiles back. He stands up and offers you a hand which you take, and you walk down the street to the bookshop.

A few moments later, you were in Aziraphale’s bookshop lounging on his sofa with Crowley. You sat cross-legged facing him, and he had an arm stretched behind the back of the sofa, sunglasses placed on the table by the door. You suggest to Crowley that you should put some music on, he snaps his fingers, and the sounds of Duran Duran filled the air. You smile at him, of course, he knows how much you loved them. It’s just the kind of demon he was, thoughtful, kind, and caring. One glass turns into two as the music continues to play in the background and you talk about this that and everything in between. He tells you tales of Rome and Athens way back when and you watch him talk. He describes everything in such a way that draws you closer to him. His hands waving around as he talks, little drops of wine occasionally falling from the glass that he never thinks to put down. He truly was a sight to behold.

“You’re staring,” he said finally placing his glass down.

“Am I?” you say blinking, you turn your head to the side.

“Hey, I never said I minded,” he said, your attention suddenly back on him. Was he flirting with you? The butterflies returned to your stomach, and you couldn’t tell if it was the alcohol or the way he spoke to you. He stood suddenly; a hand stretched out towards you. “Care to dance?”

You look at his outstretched hand for a beat before a shy smile appears on your face as you gently place your hand onto his. He helps you stand and is quick to pull you close to him. You look at him and he looks at you with a small smile on his face as he snakes a hand around your waist. The music suddenly changes into the soft melody of Spandau Ballet’s True. You giggle and hide your head in his chest. Was this his doing? You look up and find him gazing at you.

“So…” you begin.

“So…”

“This is different,” you smile.

“A good different or a bad different?” he asks twirling you.

“A good different.” You say before falling into a comfortable silence. You lean your head on his shoulder and he leans his on top of yours. The two of you swayed to the music as if you were the only two people on Earth.

“I’m glad you dragged me along tonight,” he says softly, the vibration of his words running over your body.

“I’m glad I convinced you to come, even if it means I need to buy you a plant and wash the Bentley.” You laugh. He chuckles.

“Don’t bother,” he says chuckling as he lifts his head. You move your own to look at him. He really did have the most beautiful eyes.

“I guess you’re right, I did win after all.” You grin at him, removing the hand that was once in his and placing it on his chest giving him a tap, “I’m just that good.” His now free hand now found its way to the side of your face. You tilt your head, confused at the movement. His face had an unreadable expression on it. “Crowley are yo-“

“Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“Shut up,” he said almost breathlessly, as he pulled you close and kissed you. A beat passes before your eyes flutter closed and you kiss him back, the hand that was once on his chest now cupping his face bringing him even closer to you. He pulls away just enough for him to rest his forehead against yours. “I’ve been wanting to do that for a long time,” he whispers just loud enough for you to hear him.

“Me too,” you whisper back, “Me too.”

He grins at you before kissing you again, his lips warm and soft against yours. He pulls back, a hand still cupping the side of your face, his thumb rubbing up and down against your jaw. “Would you maybe like to go out on a date sometime?” he asks softly. You nod, a smile wide on your face.

“Yeah, I would.”

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maitadori · 11 months

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WEAK WILLED CLOUD KNIGHT pt 4 (?) sfw blade x fem!cloud knight!reader

word count : 2.6k

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summary : blade is indulging in your affection like usual before a certain general decides to come in and ruin his entire day, he contemplates panting the wall in his blood.

content / cw : suggestive, blade is insatiable, ok i tried not to make smut and i succeeded but there are a few nsfw things in here, but it’s mostly blades thoughts ok guys plz forgive me, fluff, blade is whipped and in love.

a/n : in honor of hitting 500 followers already almost 600 i made part 4. also this is shorter than i thought damn

ALSO IF U ASKED TO BE ADDED TO THE CLOUD KNIGHT TAGLIST AND I DIDNT ADD U PLZ LET ME KNOW

DARK CONTENT BLOGS PLZ DNI !!!

blade had made it ritual to visit whenever he could. which were few in between due to his work. it required him to travel to extensive lengths of time. luckily, he wasn't deployed on every mission so he took those as opportunities to come and see you.

it was a joyful horny experience everytime. maybe you couldn't go out on public dates due to luofu's people still seeing blade as a criminal, but blade liked to think he was a homebody.

blade indulged you and your silly activities, just to see that glittering smile on your face.

though there were definitely moments for other activities too. blade couldn't help the fact that you were so attractive and his. he was insatiable. not to mention the fact that sometimes you'd spend weeks if not a month without seeing each other.

texting was nice, but it was nothing compared to the sweet sound of your voice and the soft feel of your touch.

just seeing you and that stupid, sweet smile of yours had him wanting to rip your clothes to shreds and ravage you. but now you insisted that he bake with you for the moment, and you'd let him do whatever he wanted with you later.

"please! i've been meaning to make brownies this week, but i've been swept up with my knight duties, and it’s perfect because we can do it together!”

blade wanted to protest and take you to the bed, but you complained that sex was all he wanted from you and he was determined to prove you wrong (he couldn't help that you looked so sexy just breathing, he was truly and exceptionally wrapped around your finger). he also couldn't deny how cute you looked in your apron.

"if you insist."

at his defeat you bounced on the balls of your feet, and eyes shining as you say, "wear an apron with me?"

"don't push it."

you could only giggle at the perturbed look on his face.

"please? i'll even wear only this in bed later," your lips curled slyly as you caught the intrigued expression he adorned.

he sighed, grabbing the spare apron you offered, "you drive a hard bargain."

“i knew you’d be convinced by that, perv,” your expression is angry, but blade notices you trying to fight off a smile.

you got started and he could only follow you around the kitchen like a lost puppy, something he usually did when he had no idea how to go about something.

you took out ingredients required for the brownies, and it looked like you were going simple style with the boxed brownies.

when he eyed it you perked up, “sushang recommended this to me. said it might make me consider never making homemade brownies ever again— which i highly doubt,” you muttered, setting everything on the counter.

“she also suggested adding caramel, i forgot to grab it at the market so we’ll have to go homemade. can you help me with it?” you smiled guiltily, as if he didn’t willingly agree to give his hand in the kitchen.

although he nods, he still says, “but i don’t know how to make it.”

“it’s okay, i’ll help!”

the next twenty minutes fly by as you put the brownies in the oven and help blade stir the warm caramel. he has a wooden spoon in his grip as he slowly stirs like you advised, he’s holding it oddly but it’s so endearing that you don’t mention it.

“taste test!” you exclaim. for the past fifteen minutes you put your hand over blade’s to lift the wooden spoon from the pan and swipe a stripe of caramel to taste for yourself, saying it’s to review its quality.

but this time blade swipes some up for himself, holding his finger to your lips and opening his mouth in an “ah” to gesture you to do the same.

you open your mouth with little hesitation, tongue somewhat hanging out past your lips as his finger nears your lips.

you suck on his finger to assure that all of the sticky sweetness transfers to your tongue, unaware of his dark gaze leering on you. blade has half the mind to bend you over the counter but is reminded of your earlier words.

so he lets you look up at him through your lashes, watches you pull away with a sweet smile as you compliment the taste, and praise him for his work. he lets all of it occur with thoughts that a priest would combust at.

your lips look plump and glossy from your saliva, he’s sure he can get away with taking just your lips for now. so he puts a hand to your cheek, rubbing your face delicately with his thumb— a stark contrast to his desires— and he leans in.

your pupils shrink a bit at the decrease in proximity but then you remember how much blade must be holding back and happily think that this can be his little reward.

but a sudden knocking on the door has you both pulling apart. you turn towards the door with a mutter of, i wonder who would come by at this time… before you turn to blade with a sympathetic smile.

“watch the caramel for me while i answer?”

he nods in affirmation and you’re off. his focus goes back to the pot with an angry grumble towards whoever decided to interrupt him.

“who is it?” you ask, scolding your house for not having a peephole.

“might i come in?” a familiar baritone voice comes muffled from behind the door.

“general?” you don’t ask anything more, opening the door to see his tall figure standing over you, a smile on his lips.

“what’re you doing here?”

“just thought i’d come visit, we haven’t had a conversation as just friends in awhile, hm?”

“i mean yeah but, today? i’m kind of busy.”

“blade won’t mind, right? mind if i come in?”

you’re stunned. how does he… you barely process anything before you’re instinctually stepping to the side as he walks in without waiting for your approval.

he surveys you, smiling at your stunned face.

“baking?”

“uh- oh! yeah… brownies,” you blink, still confused. “uhm are you here about work? did i not do something right or—”

jing yuan lifts his hand and cuts you off as he says, “nothing like that. i can’t miss a close friend? i promise that’s all this is, mere catching up. whenever i see you it’s always knight duties. don’t worry, i don’t intend on ruining your little date.”

he gets close and sets a heavy hand on the top of your head, rubbing slowly. you’re shocked at the sudden display of affection. but before you can question it, blade walks in, apron pristine— unlike yours— and wooden spoon dripping with caramel in hand. the sight of it has your mouth dry.

how can such a scary man be so cute?

everyone in the room is still and quiet, reasons all differing. you’re admiring, blade is questioning, and jing yuan is amused. and it isn’t long before blade’s expression turns dark, eyes glued to the hand on your head.

“blade? is the caramel done?”

“yeah, but you were taking awhile so i wanted to see what the hold up was. sorry for interrupting.” his tone is dripping with venom and you can’t help the shock that blankets your face.

“uh? what do you mean?”

but your question is answered when jing yuan takes his hand off your head and blade’s eyes follow the motion with dangerous intensity.

“oh! it’s not what you think!” you wave your hands, panicked, “i actually had no idea why he did that. uhm..” seeing as blade decided to have a one-sided glaring contest with jing yuan instead of listening, you don’t dare elaborate further, simply approaching blade to grab his hand.

“let’s go to the kitchen shall we? i’m sure general would love a brownie.” your tone is sheepish, looking at blade as your try dragging him to the kitchen.

under the scrutiny of your gaze, blade relents, making sure to let go of your hand in favor of placing it on your back. such a possessive action that he prays jing yuan takes note of.

luckily he does, but unfortunately, it’s not in the way blade wants. instead, jing yuan smirks.

blade holds back the bloodlust bubbling inside him and instead pulls you closer to him.

you get back to work on your goodies instantly, either unaware of the tense atmosphere or just ignoring it. whatever the reason, blade pays jing yuan no mind, watching you with rapt attention.

you’re carefully pouring the caramel into a glass measuring cup, or trying to.

“uh..” you struggle a bit balancing the hold of the pan and your hold on the cup. “can i get a little help over here please.”

blade sits up to make his way to you but stands back at the sight of jing yuan at your beck and call immediately. bile is rising up his throat at the sight of you both, and he can’t tell if the feeling in his chest comes from the pain of seeing you two so close or the terrifying urge to coat jing yuan in his own blood.

“ah i’m kind of embarrassed, i struggled so much with that little task and i’m a cloud knight,” you sighed pitifully, expression flustered.

jing yuan is quick to reassure you. “not to fret, a simple bump in the road, really. this has no correlation to your talent on the battlefield.”

your cheeks warm and you smile bashfully. “thank you, general.” hearing praise from someone you admired so gratefully was always nice.

“hey, we’re not working, no need to be so formal.”

“oh, if you say so… jing yuan.”

his smile is mischievous, something you don’t notice, but blade does. “that’s better.” his voice is suave and his eyes are full of amusement, even more so when his eyes clash with blade’s and he witnesses the fury that contorts his face.

“let’s check on the brownies, shall we? they should be about done.”

you agree, putting on your oven mitts to grab the pan from the oven. once they’re on a steady platform ready to cool, you turn to blade. you noticed his lack of presence near you, which was odd since he took any opportunity to be around you.

“blade?”

he looks up from the ground to stare at you and there’s something in his eyes that make you hesitate. is he upset with you? usually you’d ask but there was a guest and now wasn’t really the time.

“decorate the brownies with me?”

he mutters something under his breath that you don’t catch. his face looks upset and you’re afraid it might be directed towards you. “o-or not,” you stammer, scratching your cheek nervously but blade isn’t having it.

“i’ll decorate with you.” he notices the fall in your expression immediately and approaches you, admiring the glow in your eyes as you smile at him in relief.

blade shoves jing yuan away from you just for peace of mind, it wasn’t necessary but it quelled the pang in blade’s stomach just a little.

both you and jing yuan’s eyes are wide with shock, but you blink and brush it off, knowing now wasn’t an appropriate time to confront blade. jing yuan smirks, something neither you or blade catch.

blade cuts the brownies into equal squares before you’re plating in a neat way them and drizzling the caramel on top. jing yuan notices the fondness in blade’s eyes as he watches you work and ramble at the same time. and watches as you bring a brownie to blade’s lips, mimicking the “ah” with your lips as you feed him. you’re giggling and talking about something that doesn’t really require attention, but blade’s expression is open and intrigued, listening and watching you with his all.

jing yuan crosses his arms and leans against the counter, smiling at the absolute love for you that drips off of blade. he was so insanely whipped that jing yuan almost felt bad for his teasing.

but he just loved the anger that would cross blade’s expression, and the struggle he goes through as he questions saying anything.

his thoughts are cut off as you call his name, “do you want to try one?”

“of course, you made it after all.”

you flushed, unsure of where all these sudden compliments were coming from. you weren’t opposed to it per se, but it was unusual and definitely odd for him.

blade’s face twitched.

you picked a brownie from the plate, careful to not let the caramel touch your fingers.

“you’ll feed me too, right?”

huh!?

you stop in shock, brownie in hand, ready to approach him. your eyes trail to blade hoping to make eye contact with him, only to see him glaring at jing yuan with an anger you’ve never seen before.

“t-that’s not…” appropriate, would’ve been your words, but your general assured you, “i’m only kidding.”

you smile sheepishly, unsure how to go about his joke. so you try to let go of his words as you approach him. but the world must be forsaking you, for your foot catches on blade’s shoe and before you know it you’re falling to the ground extremely fast.

jing yuan’s reflexes has him catching you quickly, arm secured around you to ensure your safety.

“careful now.”

“thank you so much, jing yuan. that would’ve been humiliating, aha..”

you both don’t notice the veins that pop on blade’s forehead as he clutches his hands into fists with a strength that has his knuckles paling.

blade eyes the hand on your waist with disdain.

he has to convince his conscience that he rather you not fall.

blade survives the last ten minutes of jing yuan’s visit to the best of his abilities. watching him approach the door with a relief that is unfamiliar to him. jing yuan turns the knob, looking at you to try and spark one last conversation.

but blade’s decided that he’s had enough as he opens the door wider and shoves jing yuan out with hostility.

“you’ve overstayed your welcome. don’t come back,” are the words that leave his lips before he’s slamming the door in jing yuan’s face. once that’s over, his shoulders sag and he finally looks calm.

you blink up at him, confused and shocked, “blade? is there something wrong? you’ve been off since the general arrived.” you don’t mention what just happened.

instead of answering you directly, he wraps his arms around you, shoving his face in your neck as he breathes you in.

“never invite him over again.” he whispers, grip strong and warm.

“what’s wrong? i’ve never seen you look so angry.”

“that damned general.”

you’re still confused. but as you sift through the events of today in your head and remember all of the expressions blade directed towards your general, it’s like a light bulb pops off in your head.

“were you jealous?” you’re smirking, and blade decides this is an expression he doesn’t like.

“why wouldn’t i be? you wouldn’t like it if a woman offered to feed me and rub and pat my head while she compliments me, would you?”

you blink, placing yourself in blade’s position as you reenact the scenes in your head.

“y-you’re right..” you stammer, “i would not like that, but,” you turn your head towards blade with a soft, lovely heart stopping smile, “you don’t have to worry about other people. i’m yours, aren’t i?”

his eyes widen and he can’t deny the increase of his heart pace. a small red colors his cheeks and you revel in the fact that you made him of all people blush.

“you are. and i’m yours.” his lips are caressing your face, nearing your lips as he whispers.

“i’m never indulging you like that again…” your voice is quiet as you squeeze your eyes shut.

“are you sure? because i know of other ways you can indulge me,” he’s kissing your cheek, hand playing with the seams of your shirt as his fingers peek under with the promise of more.

you mimic his words from earlier and say, “you drive a hard bargain.” and he smirks.

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princessamericachavez · 1 year

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911 6x13 CODA

“Are you sure she isn’t mad at me?” Buck asks for the fifth time as Eddie pulls over by his place.

It’s always a little strange, when Eddie drives them. Usually, if it’s the two of them, it’s Buck at the wheel. Eddie isn’t sure why it is —he doesn’t mind driving and does it well enough and often enough when he isn’t going somewhere with Buck— and he doesn’t know when it started. At some point, maybe around the big Earthquake a few years ago, Buck drove him somewhere for the first time and then they never stopped. He’s used to having him on his left, that’s all, and the switch throws him off a little… like when you flip a picture of yourself on your phone and get the angle others see of your face, rather than the one you know from the mirror, or when a married couple exchanges bed sides during a trip.

But Eddie had insisted on driving tonight. He didn’t want to spoil the surprise.

“I told you, Buck, it’s fine. The chief was joking. Mostly.”

“Mostly?”

Eddie sighs, dramatically, and rolls his eyes to drive the point home that Buck is worrying over nothing.

“I mean, she’s probably pissed that you outplayed her, but it’s a friendly game. I’m sure she didn’t take it personally.”

Buck’s mouth still twists unhappily and Eddie feels frustration raising in his chest. He’d been so close tonight to erasing that frown that has permanently settled into Buck’s expression. He’d gotten him to relax and smile and have fun like before. Why can’t he make it last?

“Buck,” he calls, with that tone that usually means ‘stop spiraling’ or ‘maybe not now’ or ‘we’ve talked about this’. It works perfectly, like always. He can see his best friend’s eyes snap back into focus as they find him. “Stop worrying, would you? It’s okay. I promise.”

And just like that, like Eddie’s words hold some unavoidable truth, Buck’s shoulders drop with relief.

“Fine, fine. Sorry, I just-“

“I know,” Eddie smiles.

He does. He knows how Buck can’t take people disliking him, or being mad at him, or possibly cutting him off. He’s learned in the past several years that Buck cannot fathom that he might mess up or piss someone off and that they won’t immediately leave him forever. As if Buck was easy to discard at the faintest fault.

“Listen, did you have fun?”

Buck blinks, confused. Eddie swears he could kill him sometimes.

“Buck, did you have fun tonight?”

“Uh, yeah…” a smile breaks across Buck’s face, a hint of that cocky confident smirk he’d had on all night. The sight of it warms Eddie’s chest.

“Good,” he nods. “That’s the point.”

“I thought the point was testing my new abilities,” Buck snorts, giving him a mocking suspicious squint.

“Oh, yeah, that too. But we’re gonna have to finesse your lying if we are taking this to Vegas because you can’t pretend worth shit and if we get caught there I think we’ll be in far more trouble than some nagging from the Chief.”

Buck barks a laugh, loud and cheerful, that finally eases Eddie’s own tensions and reminds him tonight was completely worth it.

“Yeah, I don’t think Bobby is going all the way to Vegas to bail us out.”

Now it’s Eddie’s turn to laugh. Though he’s pretty sure their Captain would come to their aid, at least for the pleasure of scolding them.

“Thanks, Eddie,” Buck sighs, still smiling. “I had fun tonight.”

“Me too.”

In fact, Eddie’s had more fun the past couple days than in the last two months. He’d nearly forgotten how much better it is at work and at home when Buck is around. He’d missed having his partner’s crazy antics and curious facts and earnest smile around. With Buck, Eddie felt like a version of himself he barely knew growing up. Somehow lighter, giddier, closer to his son’s sunshine disposition than his own.

Unaware of Eddie’s thoughts, Buck has taken their exchange as a goodbye and is gathering his cut (pun intended) of their winnings. They’d split them equally, even if they were technically all Buck’s. It was just something they did. He didn’t question it, neither of them did anymore.

“Hey, you wanna come in for one last beer?” Buck asks, clutching his half of the prize.

Funny enough, this is the question someone asks after a first date to invite people up for more than drinks. Funny enough, Buck has probably made this same offer to dozens of girls before. Funny enough, Eddie is tempted to say yes. It’d be so easy, such a normal thing for them to do, but still…

“I can’t,” he sighs, and tries not to think about the way Buck’s face drops. “I promised to help Pepa with her home renovations tomorrow morning and then we’ve got a long shift and Christopher somehow talked himself into bringing cookies for his entire class on Monday and I don’t even know when we’ll get to that, so I’m probably going to be baking tonight-“

“His whole class?!” Buck arches his eyebrows. “Eddie, that’s forty seven kids!” A fact that he probably knew even before lightning rewired his math skills. “Your oven can fit a sheet with maybe ten cookies at a time, twelve at most. With a cooking time of twelve minutes each, that’s gonna be-“

“Buck! Enough with the math, okay? I know. I know…”

He really does know. He knows it’s going to be a long night. He knows it’s going to suck. He also knows that it’s important for Christopher and that he should’ve gotten to it earlier on the week (but then the cookies wouldn’t be fresh and Chris had been very adamant about making a good impression with them).

Eddie wishes it was easier. He wishes he had enough time to do it all. He wishes he could manage everything, that he could be a single father and work a full time job and go out with his best friend some times and still manage to help his son with his school projects. It’s just too much sometimes. And he-

“I’ll do it.”

Eddie blinks out of his silent spiral to look at Buck, who seems entirely at ease with the statement like he isn’t saving Eddie’s life.

“What?”

“You know Bobby’s still got me working short shifts,” he shrugs. “I’ll be off early after our shift on Sunday. I can pick Chris up from Pepa’s and we’ll make the cookies at my place while you finish yours.”

Not for the first time tonight, Eddie’s chest feels like it’s about to burst with something embarrassingly close to adoration. He didn’t even ask, didn’t even say- but ever since they met, Buck has had a nearly supernatural ability to anticipate to Eddie’s needs, to be there when he didn’t even know how to ask for help.

“What would I ever do without you?” He sighs.

It’s a light statement. Something he’s said before between them when Buck makes life easier and happier just by being there. It’s also the wrong thing to say. There’s a heaviness to it that catches them both off guard. Because Eddie knows now what life might feel like without Buck. Three minutes and seventeen seconds without him. Three days of sleeplessness and terror. The overwhelming possibility that his absence would become permanent and stretch forever… And Buck, something flashes across his face too, something akin to pain and fear.

Fuck. Fuck he shouldn’t have said that. He cannot bare the thought of undoing tonight’s happiness with the wrong words.

“Thanks, Buck,” he adds, putting a hand on his shoulder that somehow manages to ground them both. “I’m sure Chris will love that.”

The smile that breaks through Buck’s face could light the whole night in a flash.

“Really? You think?”

“Are you kidding me? He loves any excuse to spend time with you. And he still claims your cooking is better than mine.”

It works. Buck laughs loudly and the tension dissipates like smoke clearing out after a fire.

“Claims,” Buck snorts dramatically. “It’s just facts, Diaz!”

“Uh-huh, sure, sure,” he teases back. “I’ll be the judge of that.”

“Is this your way of asking to save you cookies on Sunday?”

“Well, you could do that, or I could deprive some poor little kid of theirs and blame it on your lousy maths.”

Buck’s eyes sparkle with amusement as he gives Eddie’s shoulder a gentle push, breaking the invisible touch barrier between them for the second time tonight.

“I’m good at math now, Eds. You can’t say that!”

“Well, the kids don’t know that,” he chuckles.

Buck laughs. So Eddie laughs too, because it’s nearly impossible not to share on Buck’s joy (part of the reason he’s smiled tonight more than in the entire past two months combined).

“Okay, okay, gotta put these in the freezer before they thaw and Bobby kills me,” Buck sighs, opening the car door. “Rain check on that beer?”

“Rain check,” Eddie agrees, like it’s a promise.

Buck gifts him that golden smile in return and Eddie- well, his chest feels about to burst once more.

“Okay,” Buck says, closing the door with his bicep. “Get some rest, Eddie.”

“You too, human calculator.”

Buck laughs again, loud like thunder and bright like sunshine. Eddie carries that sound with him all the way to his house. He’s going to get quite a bit of ribbing from the Chief and Mehta next week, but tonight was definitely worth it.

#buddie #Eddie Diaz #Evan buck Buckley #911 fox #911 fic #911 6x13

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01 | BULLET HEART

SUMMARY: You and Leon explore the area more thoroughly. Though you had thought it was abandoned, you two come across strange villagers who seem to have an issue with you. Something’s off, but neither of you can figure out what.

RINA’S NOTE: hello again! you’re back! a lot is happening in this chapter. it’s very fun! i hope to expand on some characters dynamics with you. also yes i gave leon a cat allergy. IM NOT SORRY!! spacers are also introduced in this chapter so it shows that a bit of time passes. it gives you guys a bit of a break as well so that it doesn’t run for too long. apologies if it looks weird on light mode cause it looks best on dark mode… i’ll try and fix it when i get some time. finally, plagas![name] is coming. you guys are not ready. this one’s gonna shake the table….

WARNINGS: More Canon Divergence, More Violence. More Bullshit being thrown at you. Leon’s testing the waters. Just trying to get a feel for you. not literally. yet.

¹ - “forasteros!!” (OUTSIDERS!!!🗣🗣) you have to yell for the full effect lmfao

² - “ellos estan por aqui! avisar a los de mas!” (there they are! warn the others!)

RESIDENT EVIL © CAPCOM (capcom what’s your favorite ramen noodle flavor??)

You reload your gun with the measly two bullets Leon gave you. You should’ve asked for more, but it was probably too late by now. Your partner had already begun loading more bullets into his chamber.

Leon decided to lead, returning to the front of the house. “Follow me.”

His count was spot on. Three people were in front of the house, holding their weapons up. They sluggishly moved towards the two of you at first, but neither of you gave them the chance to advance further and become aggressive, shooting them at least once or twice.

Leon had enough gall to go up to the last one after shooting and kicked them right down. It certainly surprised you, to say the least!

“Didn’t know you were flexible.” You comment. “Or that you even knew how to fight!”

“I’m more interested in how flexible you are.” He counters, eyeing the magazine of his gun. “I mean in battle, of course. I know martial arts. What about you?”

You ponder over his sentence for a minute. He’s sick, pausing in the middle of his sentence like that. But for some reason, you weren’t entirely mad at it either.

The way he worded it made your face warm. Just for that, he doesn’t get an answer. Instead, you decide to deflect. “Do you try this with all the people you work with?”

“Maybe. But let’s save it for another time. I’ve got something I need to see.” It was a good thing he moved on because you were about to spontaneously combust. Seriously.

With Leon retaking the lead once more, you two continue your journey. He goes back the way you originally came, peeking over a cliff. “[Name], you might want to see this.” He says, shaking his head. “Careful. It’s slippery. I wouldn’t want you to fall.”

You approach him, taking your time so you don't fall off. “Is that…?”

Below you was the sound of water crashing against two vehicles. A truck and….the police car that had dropped you two off. “How’d that happen?”

“Must’ve been what we heard earlier. I looked outside and saw the truck driving past. I think it came from the right pathway.” He jabs a thumb behind him. “We’ll head back and see what else we can find.”

“We’ll have to tell Hunnigan, right? There’s no way to get anywhere else since the car is gone. Police officers might be down there too.” You say. Just to be sure, you lean a bit further. “HELLO! CAN ANYONE HEAR ME?!“

Your yells echo to no avail. No response at all.

“Guess no one’s home.” Leon shrugged. It was possible that the cops had escaped from the car and were just wandering elsewhere. “We should keep going. We might find them along the way. Worst case scenario, we find them dead. We can call Hunnigan later.”

“Okay.” You nod, carefully taking a few steps back from the ledge.

In little to no time, you two went back in the direction of the house, this time taking the pathway on the right. There was a shed right next to it, presumably to store tools.

But there are only boxes in here….and a typewriter? That’s strange. Out of everything in the room, the typewriter seemed to be the only intact thing in the room. You looked over it for a moment before gently tapping one of the keys. It clicked in response, the letter ‘H’ appearing on the paper.

Huh.

Even stranger was the pack of ammunition conveniently placed next to it. Had someone been here before you, or was it just luck that had brought you here? For some reason, you felt comfortable and safe even if it was a bit exposed to the outside.

It just felt right.

Leon slashing open a box on a shelf interrupted your small moment of bliss (if you could even call it that). “Found some more money.” He says. “Looks like there’s a herb if we get hurt.”

“I, on the other hand,” You began, holding up your treasure. “…found ammunition.” You shake the box lightly. “Says there’s ten on the cover. What do you say we split it in the middle?”

Leon saved his hand. “Nah. Found some earlier. Thanks though.”

Well, that would would bring you back to....hm, around eleven or twelve. But if shooting at hostiles was anything like earlier, you’d be running low in no time.

Leon exits outside, immediately drawing his pistol and shooting two birds. The squawking sounds made you leave the shed, looking at him questionably.

“What’d you do that for??”

“They were holding something.” He jogs over and picks up not only MORE money but a hand grenade as well. “Knew it looked weird from here. Its feathers were all puffed up.”

You look at him and back down at the crow. “Wow…” That grenade must have been deliberately placed there, poor thing. Did someone want it to explode?? You come closer to an ominous wooden structure with dried blood on the decaying wood. Hanging from two branches that intersected were skulls, maggots crawling from the eyelids.

You couldn’t help but stare at it. For some reason, you just couldn’t look away. It was like the structure was whispering your name. The world seemed to slow down, deafening every noise you heard. The only thing you could hear was your heartbeat…

A pair of fingers in front of your face had begun to snap to get your attention before it retreats and instead shakes your shoulder. “Hey. Earth to [Name]?” You look at him curiously and he raises an eyebrow at you. “You zoned out there. I thought something was wrong. Didn’t you hear me call you?”

“Sorry.” You apologize. “I’m just thinking about some things.” The sounds of whimpering nearby made you look away. “What’s that?” It sounded like it must’ve been injured.

Right behind the structure was a wolf, whimpering from its leg being caught in a bear trap. The wound looked fresh, seeing as there was still blood pooling around the bottom. You jump into action, making your way over as fast as possible.

“We’ve gotta open this,” You say, kneeling. You place your hands around the cold metal, trying your best to pry it open to no avail. “…can you help me, Leon?”

He nods. Leon was a bit stronger than you, so he might have some luck opening it. You stand up and move out of his way so he can replace your spot. He kneels and slowly pries the bear trap open as you coax the wolf out.

“C’mon.” You coo, holding your hand out. “You can do it! Come on.”

The wolf slowly lifts its hind leg out of the trap, limping over to you. Unfortunately, you had no medical supplies at the moment, so you couldn’t wrap it up. Your frown turns into a smile as it licks your hand before shaking its coat out.

“You’re a dog person?”

The bear trap snapping shut startles you. Leon notices and smirks, but you quickly recompose yourself.

“I like cats and dogs.” You say. The wolf seemed grateful for both of its saviors, though it looked like it favored you over Leon. “I don’t necessarily like to pick.” You gave the wolf one last pet on its head before it barked at you and ran off. “I’m sure this was a wolf, but they come from the same family anyway.”

“Good to know. I’m more of a dog person myself.” Leon moves forward, prompting you to follow. “Cats just make me sneeze all the time.”

“So, you’re just allergic?” You ask, a small smile on your face.

“No, can’t be.” He says. “I just sneeze a lot around them. I have no clue why.”

Yeah right. You were 100% sure Leon was just allergic to cats. Whether he didn’t want to admit it or genuinely didn’t know was a mystery. It made you laugh a bit.

Leon holds out his arm in front of you, halting your laughter. “Tripwires. Watch it.”

Those tripwires seemed purposely attached to the trees that had a path going through them, wanting to catch anyone who wasn’t paying attention off guard. Instead, you two pass through the tall grass to get through.

“Forasteros!!”¹

On instinct, you take your gun out. Just ahead of you was an irate villager holding an axe. Perhaps he had gotten word of what happened not too long ago….

Either way, you point your gun at him and shoot twice. After the second shot, his head explodes, blood and other brain matter splattering over nearby rocks.

“Ugh, gross.” You mutter.

“Nice shot. Keep it up, and I’m sure you could get a promotion.” Leon compliments, patting your shoulder. “Must’ve hit some sort of pressure point with the way his head exploded.“

The fact he wasn’t affected at all by it still bewildered you. It was expected for you not to know much about him since all you’ve ever heard was how mysterious and hot.. he was, but it was a bit strange to listen to him brush things off as if it was nothing.

“Looks like there’s a bridge up next. Let’s cross.”

You just nod. Leon Kennedy was a strange individual, that’s for sure.

By now, you and Leon have safely crossed the bridge and found yourselves near a denser village. You weren’t close enough to compromise your positions, but also not far enough to be unable to see.

The smell of smoke had filled your nostrils. Upon arriving in the area, there was a big fire in the center of the village.

Leon briefly lowers his binoculars, turning his head to check on you. Of course, you hadn’t noticed, only keeping watch behind you in case someone snuck up on you two.

Not like you’d go anywhere else anyway.

He turns back around, lifting them back up one last time. “A lot of people around here. I didn’t know nursing homes held bonfires.”

You turn to him questionably. “….Nursing home? What? Give me those binoculars. Let me see!“ He hands it over, and you lift it to look through them. While those people did look old, Leon was just being dramatic.

It looked like there was one of the officers on the fire..so much for wandering around. “Looks like there’s an officer in the fire…” You say.

Something else you noticed was how they moved. It was sluggish, just like the man you saw earlier. They were most definitely human, but there was something off with how they staggered around.

“Are we going to head over?” You ask, lowering the binoculars.

“We don’t have a choice. Come on.”

He was right. Looking through them more time, you see some villagers were holding shovels, pitchforks, and just about anything they could find. It gave you the idea that if you went in, you definitely wouldn’t be welcome.

On the bright side, it seemed that some villagers were doing little things like collecting water or tending to cattle. So maybe they’d be less hostile?

There were haphazardly built fences all around you as you entered the vicinity. Leon was in front of you, taking out his gun and holding it close.

You hadn’t put your gun away quite yet as you were still on guard for hostiles. As you walked forward, a squawk coming from under you made you stop and look down.

You stepped on….a chicken??

“Woah, watch out.” You say, chuckling nervously. The chicken runs away, feathers falling off as it does so. “Chickens.”

Your partner stops and turns to look at you. “You should eat it.“

“Shut up.”

“Ellos estan por aqui! Avisar a los de mas!”²

You and Leon turn around to see villagers ready to swarm you two. Wasting no time, you pull the trigger of your gun and begin to shoot.

One. Then two. Then three.

The more you shot, the more that kept showing up. You didn’t have enough ammo for this, and you only used fighting as a last resort. Leon took another approach, only kicking villagers once he stunned them with a bullet.

You should probably try that too. But, for now, you continue to shoot. One after another, people just kept showing up. “Leon! There’s too many of them!” You yell, backing up. “I’m running out of ammo!”

It was all getting a bit too much, so Leon glanced behind him for a split second before roughly grabbing your arm. “Come on.”

“Ow!” You whine. He drags you into a nearby house, almost throwing you inside first before slamming the door shut, nearly knocking it off its hinges.

Leon runs over to the window to look outside. You shake your arm off, his firm grip leaving your arm stinging. The sounds of revving outside capture both of your attention, with Leon groaning, “Great, chainsaw.”

A CHAINSAW??

“That’s what that was?!” You ask incredulously. Leon doesn’t answer you, pushing an empty bookcase in front of a boarded-up door. “Um, hey, Leon? I don’t think you’ve noticed, but we’re trapped here!”

The sound of shattering glass startled you, and Leon immediately sprang into action. “I’ll figure something out. Push that drawer in front of the door. I’ll be back.” He orders, rushing up the stairs.

“Wait—!”

He’s already gone. Your worried gaze turns over to where the bookcase was. The villagers were banging on it so hard that it was only a matter of time before it came crashing down.

“Fuck!“ You curse, rushing over to push the drawer. “Fucking—Shit!” Funnily enough, most of the villagers on the other side returned your colorful words, even if you had no clue what they were saying verbatim.

All you knew was that they were angry. Very, very angry. But so were you, even if your fright took up most of that portion.

You’re not used to this. People actively trying to kill you weren’t a part of your missions. Sure, you’d get in altercations every so often, but THIS?

Oh, absolutely not.

Leon comes rushing downstairs, almost tripping on his footing. “[Name]! You alright?”

“What do you think?!”

“Take this!” In his haste, he throws a box of ammo at you and you catch it, frantically reloading your gun.

The bookcase was finally pushed down and completely collapsed onto the floor, allowing villagers to crawl in from the outside. Then, in a panic, you lift your gun, ready to shoot.

“I’ll throw a grenade.” He says. Leon could tell you were nervous. The shaky tone of your voice told him as much. “We’ll be fine. Just have your gun ready.”

You look at him with confusion. “What? Wouldn’t that take the whole house down..?”

“Nah. I don’t think this one’s strong enough.”

Before you could protest, Leon pulled the pin on the grenade and chucked it across the room. He backs up, taking you with him so your backs are literally against the wall.

The grenade explodes, knocking down most villagers coming into the house. Dust particles fly from the ceiling, making you cough into your arm. At least most of them were down!

Hell, one villager even tried to throw a pickaxe at you! With good precision, you shoot it, the bullet making a “CLANG” sound upon impact.

Leon didn’t let you do all the work by yourself, though. He had been shooting, but not with his pistol. Somehow, he had acquired a shotgun.

The sound of gunfire and Spanish filled the air. You had to raise your voice so Leon could hear you. “Where the hell’d you get that from?”

“Upstairs!” He replies.

Villagers just kept swarming in. The revving sound of a chainsaw starting up again had really shaken you up. No way he got in...

You had to get rid of him immediately! Without any second thoughts, you start to unload your clip onto him. Every time he got up, you’d keep shooting. You had to ensure he was dead before he had the chance to slice you and Leon up into pieces.

The sound of a ringing bell had made the villagers stop in their tracks, dropping their weapons and sluggishly heading over to the sound.

You and Leon find it strange, especially when they attacked you maliciously. The two of you rush outside to see them retreat to god knows where.

Leon looks around in confusion. “Where’s everyone going? Bingo?”

“Must be a big prize today…” You mutter. Just where could they be going? Could it have been where the bell was coming from? You were sure they weren’t just attending church….

The sound of the communicator made you look over towards Leon, who had brought it out to report back. “Hunnigan, we’ve got some bad news. We’ve confirmed the body of an officer. Something’s happened to the people here.”

“You two need to get out of there. Look for a tower. Try following a trail near it.” She orders.

“Got it.” He hangs up and turns to you. “You heard the lady. Let’s get moving.”

Truth be told, you wanted to sit down for a moment and take a breather. That ambush on the house really shook you up. But you couldn’t. Every minute wasted raised the possibility of Ashley’s endangerment.

You take a breath. “Okay.”

“Do you need to stop for a minute?” Leon suddenly had a change of heart, noticing you were literally shaking. “There’s no one here, so if you need to sit, we can find somewhere to go.”

“It would be nice, but we’ve gotta gotta keep going right?”

“I’ve got something to show you anyway. You can take a breather.” He reassured, taking out a wrinkled piece of paper from his coat pocket. “I’ll read it to you.”

Leon clears his throat before beginning.

“Recently, there has been information that The United States government has sent two agents to investigate the village. Do not let these agents get in contact with the prisoner. For those of you not yet informed, the prisoner is being held in an old house behind the farm. We will transfer the prisoner to a more secure location in the valley when we are ready. The prisoner is to stay there until further notice. Meanwhile, do not let the agents near the prisoner.…—“

Are they really holding Ashley in an old house beyond the farm? What farm…? There had to be one around here somewhere.

“—We do not know how the American government found out about our village, but we are investigating. However, I feel that this intrusion at this particular time is not just a coincidence. I sense a third party other than the United States government involved here. My fellow men, stay alert.” He finishes the note, his eyes trailing down to the end. “Then it’s signed off by the chief named Bitores Mendez.”

“That tells us all we need to know then. If we happen to find this Bitores Mendez on the way, we should question him. Maybe detain him if possible?” You suggest.

Perhaps getting Ashley back would be easier than you thought.

“Fine with me.” Leon comes over to you, setting a hand on your shoulder. “You did good, by the way. Don’t let it overwhelm you.”

You can’t help but smile. “Thanks. It was a little too much at once, but I guess I’ll have to experience that more often if I get that promotion, huh?”

“Sure will.”

As you advanced through the forest, the sky just seemed to get darker and darker. Every time you looked up, it was like a storm brewing.

A storm that’d never come. Something you knew was inevitable, but had no idea when it would strike.

It was just misfortune after misfortune for you two. First, someone tried to run you over with a large boulder. Then, someone tried snipping your leg off in a bear trap. Someone even tried to take your head off with an axe! Throwing a pickaxe at you was one thing, but shit!

In your opinion, being flattened by a boulder would’ve been the worst of all. The villagers on top of the bridge had to pay for that. You didn’t even wait; you decided to shoot them from under the bridge they were located.

You realize it wasn’t going to rain, no. It looked like it had never rained around these parts. Everything was dying.

Even the houses were dying. One wrong move, and the foundation seemed like it would crumble down on you. All you’ve done so far was investigate the area.

This place seemed like a farm. Well, what was left of it, at least. Dried bales of hay lay on the ground, with tiny bits of grass scattered around on the ground. Numerous cattle and other animals were around; some ran free, like the chickens and occasional rabbit.

There were villagers scattered around, but they were relatively easy to take down. None of them had weapons. It did take more than one shot to kill them though….

The last house to be investigated in the area had a lock on it. Because Leon had been so kind enough to move things around for you previously, you decide to do him a solid.

He watches you as you pull out a safety pin, kneeling to wiggle it into the lock. “There’s no way that’s gonna work.”

“Oh yeah? Wanna bet?”

“I’ll give you five bullets if you can get it open. You give me five if you can’t.” He wagers.

That’s suitable. You’ve picked locks with inconspicuous items before. Hairpins, safety pins, and even a paper clip. You were a rookie, but you’ve trained long enough to retain some information. Some of those classes would pay off.

You wiggle it around, coming closer so you can hear better. The lock resists your attempt for a moment before you can hear a slight ‘click’ sound.

Success! The lock falls onto the ground. You get up and dust yourself off, holding your hand out afterward. “Those bullets, sir?”

“Right…” Leon may have been impressed, but he was really betting that you couldn’t get it open. He reluctantly hands over five.

“Thank you.” You reload the magazine happily. “Let’s keep going.”

This house was even worse than the other ones you’ve been in. Instead of wood, the door was metal, leading you to believe there’s something important here.

You suspected the important thing was Ashley, as this was the last house behind the farm. You couldn’t imagine being stuck in here yourself. The sight of the peeling walls made you shake your head in dismay. Just an all around health hazard.

There’s yet another typewriter on the table. It’s also in perfect condition like the other one.

You couldn’t fight the urge to go over and type ‘Hello!’. It’s satisfying to see the letters pop up on the white paper and even though emails were more convenient, you enjoyed how vintage it was.

While the machine was entertaining you, Leon scoured the house, opening drawers and pushing things out of the way.

The sound of banging made you look up. “What is that?” It stops for a minute before it repeats louder than the first time.

Leon walks around idly for a moment, trying to listen. The sound only gets louder once he nears an empty shelf. It was undeniable something was behind it.

“Something’s behind here.” He says, shoulder pushing the shelf out of the way. Upon entering this not-so-hidden room, a closet was on the far left.

Not only was it something, but this also had to be someone. This had to be Ashley Graham! You approach the closet slowly, lifting the latch and throwing open the door.

A man fell out, wriggling and squirming. Leon points his gun at him, and he becomes frantic. You hold your hand out to stop your partner from going further and lean down so you can rip the tape off his mouth.

“Agh..a little rough, don’t you think? But, if that’s what you’re into, I don’t really mind.”

Leon flips him over harshly, untying his hands. His words gave you a chuckle. Maybe you were into that kind of stuff, he didn’t have to know!

“You two aren’t like them?” He questioned, his voice laced with uncertainty.

Leon shakes his head. “No. You?”

After being freed from his restraints, the man rolls over, rubbing his wrists tentatively. He’s finally able to take a breath, one that sounds relieved. “Nope. But I have only one very important question. Any of you got a smoke?”

“No, sorry.” You apologize. “I don’t smoke.”

Leon pulls out a packet of mint gum. “….I’ve got gum.”

“And you didn’t even offer me any?” You roll your eyes.

Two villager men holding weapons had suddenly entered the room. Behind them was a very tall man, his footsteps booming as he came forth.

“Perfect.” The man on the floor mutters. “The big cheese.”

This so-called “big cheese” stares at you three with a hardened gaze. His eyes go from Leon, to the man on the floor, then right towards you. You stare back with unease.

Leon runs towards him, prepared to attack. He lifts his leg to try and kick him, but the big cheese catches it and launches him towards you and the man.

Once he had collided with you, all you saw was the ceiling. Black spots had splotched into your vision, but as you leaned your head back, you could see the man looming over you.

Your final exhale made you close your eyes, finally seeing nothing but black.

#leon you want to see how WHAT #[name] is saving their progress do not bother them #LUISSSSSSS #leon kennedy imagine #leon kennedy x reader #resident evil x reader #resident evil 4 x reader #resident evil 4 reader insert #ada wong imagine #ada wong x reader #luis sera imagine #luis sera x reader #ashley graham imagine #resident evil imagine #resident evil x you #BULLET HEART SERIES

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comfortjoonie · 8 months

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Last Christmas

a/n: sooo i honestly kind of hate this. it turned out a lot worse than i thought it would. i'm not sure if you guys are gonna like it or not, but i'd appreciate any feedback.

Anyways, the concept of the story is that Seokjin is a doctor at a local hospital and meets a friendly patient named Namjoon, who's a friend he could really use right now. And Namjoon could also use a friend during this time.

Seokjin wipes the leftover tears from his eyes as he hears a knock on the door of the breakroom. He’s exhausted from another long day of working in the emergency room – which basically means breaking bad news to people, and today, having a child patient die in front of him. It’s more than bleak, but he can handle it most days.

“Dr. Kim,” Seokjin’s boss enters the room. “One more for you. 25-year-old male. Terminal stomach cancer.” Dr. Han hands Seokjin the patient’s chart, Seokjin looking over it. This is the last thing he wants to do right now, tell someone they’re dying. But he has to. “Bay 204. His friend brought him in here. He’s been sick all week.” Seokjin nodded, exiting the room and making his way back to the emergency department, taking a deep breath before he opens the door to the patient’s room.

When he walks in, a tall, muscular man sitting on the bed looks up at him with blonde bangs in his face. He’s pretty, Seokjin thinks. Not in a conventional way, but in a peaceful sort of way, like a Greek statue or an old painting. He has tan skin and thick lips and a small nose. There’s a man on the chair next to him, with black hair and a tall frame. Seokjin glances down at the chart. Kim Namjoon is the patient’s name.

“We have your results…” Seokjin says hesitantly, but quickly gets his composure. “Unfortunately…we found cancer in your stomach.”

Namjoon looks shocked, his mouth slightly open. The friend speaks, “How treatable is it? He’s…I mean, we’re…”

Seokjin presses his lips together. “....it isn’t treatable.” He glances at Namjoon. He’s never seen anyone look so composed, yet devastated at the same time. “You have about ten months.”

“Ten months? Before what?” the friend asks, standing up.

“Ten months to live,” Seokjin says flatly, trying not to show his emotion. “We can give you some relief for your symptoms, though. Is there any family you want to call?”

Namjoon shakes his head. “I don’t have any family.” A tear runs down his cheek and he wipes it off.

“You know who he is, right?” the friend asks. “And you know who I am? He’s Kim Namjoon–”

“Hyung, stop,” Namjoon says softly.

“He’s the main lyricist for JYP. He writes all the songs for my group. He doesn’t have cancer. Your tests are wrong. Run them back again.”

“Jackson, stop,” Namjoon says, more forcefully.

Seokjin calmly puts a hand up. “I’m sorry…but our tests are correct. As I said, we’ll give you some treatment to ease your symptoms. We’ll get you some discharge paperwork and prescribe you some medicine.

Jackson suddenly looks at his phone, seeing a call come up. “Damn it Joon…I have to go. I’ll call you as soon as I can, okay? Drive safe.” Namjoon watches Jackson leave and turns to Seokjin,

“I’m sorry for him. He’s a little…protective.” Seokjin can see that Namjoon is trying not to completely break down crying, but he’s holding it together.

“No worries, Mr. Kim. I’ll ask for your discharge paperwork.” Seokjin catches himself glancing at Namjoon’s pretty features for a moment too long.

“It’s just Namjoon. Are you going to be my nurse when I come in for…for the treatments that’ll relieve my symptoms?”

Seokjin shook his head. “That’s not my job. Unless you come to the ER, we won’t see each other again.” Namjoon nods in understanding and Seokjin leaves the room. As soon as the door shuts, he can sense Namjoon has probably broken down. He feels horrible leaving him in the room alone, but he needs to ask for the discharge. When he comes back, Namjoon’s head is turned to the side and his nose and lips are red from crying.

“Hey…some bad news. The ER is really backed up today, so it’s gonna be a few hours. My shift is ending—”

“Stay with me,” Namjoon says suddenly before he can stop himself. Seokjin needs sleep. But he’s not going to leave someone so young and scared by himself in the hospital with no one.

“Yeah. I’ll stay,” Seokjin says, sitting down on the chair Jackson was in. “What do you want to talk about?”

Namjoon sniffles. “Anything. I just don’t want to be alone right now. I don’t even have someone to drive me home.”

“You don’t have a car?”

“I don’t have my license,” Namjoon says. “And Jackson…is my only friend.” Seokjin winces in sympathy. He understands. More than Namjoon does. He doesn’t have any friends at all.

“I understand,” Seokjin says. Namjoon laughs a little. “Honestly, I do.”

“You’re too handsome to not have any friends,” Namjoon says bluntly. Seokjin is taken aback a bit, but smiles.

“I’m not too handsome for anything. Honestly, I don’t have any more friends than you do,” Seokjin says truthfully. Namjoon’s eyes look into his.

“Maybe we can be friends.”

Seokjin smiles a little. He’d love to get to know the lyricist for JYP. He’d love to get to know anyone at this point. “Yeah. I could use a friend right about now.” It was true. He’d never been lower in his life, falling into a deep depression since his husband’s death a year ago. He wasn’t going to dump that on Namjoon, though.

“Tell me about yourself, Namjoon. What’s your job like?”

Namjoon nodded. “I’m given a concept and a rough draft of a melody for a song…and then I add the lyrics. I write them myself, and then I record a demo for the band to listen to.”

“You can sing?” Seokjin asks. His husband used to sing for him. It made his chest hurt to even think about.

“No. I rap, and I use autotune to help myself out on the vocals,” Namjoon says.

“You rap?”

“Yeah. I used to be in the hip-hop scene when I was a teenager. I was really into it. I had some fans, too. But…” Namjoon paused.

“What made you quit?” Seokjin asked curiously, searching Namjoon’s eyes.

Namjoon smiles sadly. “People didn’t like me. I’m…” he pointed to his face. “I’m ugly. And I was kind of chubby back then. There’s only so much someone can handle.”

Seokjin frowns. “I don’t think you’re ugly, Namjoon.” Namjoon shakes his head.

“No, I am. I don’t really care anymore. There’s nothing I can do about it.” Seokjin can tell Namjoon cares, but he doesn’t say anything about it. “What about you?” Namjoon asks. “What’s your job like?”

“I just come in every day…consult with patients, give back results, perform some simple procedures like stitches or staples,” Seokjin says. “It’s not interesting. Not like your job.”

“No…my job can be pretty boring. And it’s lonely. I usually sit in the studio by myself all day long and then come back to my apartment.”

“Do you live alone? No wife or anything?” Seokjin asks.

Namjoon shakes his head. “Nobody. I have a dog, though. Monie. I’m always happy to see him.” Namjoon pauses. “What about you? Are you married? Have kids?”

Seokjin shakes his head. “I’m not married. I live by myself, too.”

“You should come over to my house sometime. You seem like you need a friend,” Namjoon says. Seokjin looks down at his lap.

“Yeah…I really do.” He waits on a response for a few seconds, but nothing. He looks back up at Namjoon, but he looks like he’s falling asleep. It’s understandable. It’s nighttime now, and Seokjin is exhausted too. Before he knows it, he’s falling asleep in his chair.

He wakes up a couple hours later to his phone going off with a message telling him the paperwork is ready. He quietly leaves the room and comes back with Namjoon’s discharge paperwork, gently waking him up. “Namjoon? I have your paperwork. You can go now,” he says softly.

Namjoon sits up. “Oh. Ok.” He looks over his paperwork. “Can I get your number, though?” Seokjin blushes a little. “Not like that,” Namjoon laughs a little. “Just because we both need a friend right now,” Namjoon says, and Seokjin immediately feels embarrassed for thinking anything else of it.

“Yeah, of course. It’s 4-1-2-3-2-6-9,” Seokjin says. Namjoon nods.

“Do you need a ride home?” Seokjin asks.

“No, it’s fine. I’ll call a taxi. I’ll see you later, hopefully?” he asks, and Seokjin smiles.

“Of course. We’ll talk again tomorrow.”

#sick!namjoon #bts #seokjin #namjin #bts au #bts fanfiction #namjin au

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cartoonfanaticmonsterrobotalien · 2 months

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Solar Opposites: Ultra Opposites The Movie Ch. 7 (from @avaveevo)

Phoebe is making dinner.

Phoebe MacCarthy: *humming* Okay, this prime rib is almost done.

Korvo: Good to hear.

Phoebe MacCarthy: I’m glad Yumyulack is feeling better.

Korvo: Me too.

Phoebe MacCarthy: *getting the fries out of the frier* So, how how was your new superhero career?

Korvo: It's honestly stressful...the constant calls, the damn villains. It's just too much pressure.

Korvo sighs but then smiles while looking lovingly at Terry.

Korvo: But it's all worth it...

Phoebe MacCarthy: That’s nice. Bit surprised that Jesse hasn’t been using her powers lately.

Jesse is suddenly heard screaming with rage offscreen

Korvo: Uh oh.

Yumyulack: Uh, we have a bit of a problem.

Korvo and Yumyulack run to the Replicants' bedroom

Korvo: Jesse?

Jesse: GO AWAY!

Yumyulack and Korvo yelp a little, which made them concern because they’ve never seen Jesse like this before.

Yumyulack: Jesse, are you all right?

Korvo: Why are you so upset?

Jesse: MY POWERS ARE DRIVING ME CRAZY! THAT'S WHY!

Korvo: They are?

Jesse: YES! NOW FUCK OFF! *explodes with electricity that knock out Korvo*

Korvo groans as he wakes up and he began to grow concern about Jesse. So did Yumyulack.

Yumyulack: Jesse! Calm down!

Jesse then breaks down in tears after she realized in horror that she knocked out Korvo.

Jesse: Korvo, I'm so sorry! Are you okay?!

Korvo: Why yes. *then notices Jesse crying* Oh honey what’s wrong?

Jesse: I didn't mean to hurt you! I was just stressed and-

Korvo hugs Jesse as he gives her a cooldown hug

Korvo: It's okay. I know you didn't want to do it.

Jesse: *sniffles* Korvo, I’m scared.

Korvo: I am too, Jesse. I am too...

Jesse: You are? Why?

Korvo starts weeping

Korvo: *weeping* Because I don’t want this sweet little girl of mine to get hurt. You are three of most precious little things I ever have Jesse. We’ll find a way to control your powers. I promise. Because, I love you Jesse.

Jesse smiles

Jesse: Come here you big lug.

Jesse pulls Korvo in a hug

Yumyulack: *touched by this moment* D’aw.

Jesse: So, should I start training?

Korvo: Hmm? Great idea!

This next scene is like the Super Mario training course scene

Korvo: Okay. You ready for this Jesse? Watch me!

Korvo turns into Legendary Super Shlorpian

Jesse: Whoa.

Legendary Super Shlorpian then does the training course. He leaps up and kicks a dummy. Then, he slides through a slide course and finally he made it the flag as he slides down and does another super hero stance.

Jesse: Woah. That was awesome!

Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: Now it’s your turn. Let’s see what you get!

Jesse: Okay.

Jesse then starts the training course. There was some bump in the roads like giant fake fish, trap doors and giant torpedos. But luckily, Jesse got better and better as she grins. Legendary Super Shlorpian grows amazed as he watches his daughter do amazing. The montage ends as Jesse sits down.

Jesse: Geez. That was stressful...

Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: I think you did so well.

Jesse: You think so?

Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: I know so.

Jesse: But I failed some of the tests.

Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: Well, no one gets it right away.

Jesse: How many times did it take you?

Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: Let’s just say a lot ever since I became L.S.S.

Jesse smirks

Jesse: You got it right away, didn't you?

Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: I got it right away...

Jesse: Okay. Now you’re saying that to make me feel better…

Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: What? No! No. Is it working?

Jesse: A little bit yeah.

Legendary Super Shlorpian chuckles. The scene then cuts to Jesse looking at the sky.

Jesse: These powers are kinda cool. I wish I had a super suit though...

Jesse then looks at the city as she sighs.

Jesse: What am I gonna do?

Suddenly, Jesse sees smoke coming from downtown.

Jesse: What the?

Jesse then thinks about what Korvo said to her earlier and gains courage as she rushes towards the city.

Jesse: Let's do this!

Jesse went to the city and gasped upon seeing the destruction. She then sees a new villain. Iron Knuckle.

Iron Knuckles: *laughs evilly* I am Iron Knuckles. I told you I would be back!

Jesse gasps and growls

Iron Knuckle: Now watch me demonstrate my powers!

Jesse: HEY!

Iron Knuckle turns around laughs upon seeing Jesse.

Iron Knuckle: Who's this little brat? Run along, kid. I have a score to settle here!

Jesse growls as sparks appear around her body.

Jesse: I'm not some kid! I'm Jesse and I'm here to take you out!

Iron Knuckle: *laughs* A little girl dares to fight me? *laughs evilly*

Jesse roars in anger as she lets out a huge electric explosion. Terry, Korvo and Yumyulack sees it as they gasp and transforms into their superhero forms to find out what happened.

Iron Knuckle: What the hell?!

Terry/Solar Flare: JESSE?!

Jesse emerges in her own super suit. As the explosion settles, Jesse then appears in her own superhero suit.

Yumyulack/Psylock: Holy shit. Jesse?!

Jesse/Electra: Call me Electra!

Electra does her own superhero pose as she flies and prepares to fight Iron Kunckle.

Iron Knuckle: You think some little girl is gonna stop me?! *laughs* Pathetic!

Electra growls and suddenly summons an electric wrecking ball as she swings around while channeling her anger and swinging at Iron Knuckle, which hits him to the wall.

Jesse/Electra: Take that, sucker! *does the L with her fingers*

Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: That’s our girl!

The police appears

Police Officer: Iron Knuckle, you are under arrest for the near-destruction of our city.

Iron Knuckle is taken away as Electra looks down at her super suit

Jesse/Electra: Wow. My suit look amazing.

Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: I'm so proud of you, sweetheart.

Jesse/Electra: Thanks Korvo.

Solar Flare gets a phone call from Janiz

Terry/Solar Flare: *picks up the call* Hello Janiz?

Janiz: Come home now! I got something to show you!

Terry/Solar Flare: On it! *hangs up the phone* Come on guys, Janiz needs to show us something!

Back at the Solars' house

Jesse/Electra: Aunti Janiz! What is it?! What is it that you want to show us?!

Yumyulack/Psylock: What is it?!

Janiz gets out her book and flips to the Mundane page

Terry/Solar Flare: Whoa. What kind of monster is that?!

Janiz: A Mundane. It is a creature made of the suicidal thoughts of a Shlorpian.

Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: Suicidal?

Janiz sighs.

Janiz: I’m afraid so… it happened years ago after Koran become half Super Shlorpian….

The scene then shifts over to years ago when an ancestor who looks exactly like Terry but with lighter green skin walking by with a painful lava rock scabbed leg, that spews a bit of lava. Some Shlorpians starts taunting him behind his back.

Janiz: *voiceover* A sickness came to town. *a grey purple Shlorpian hits the Shlorpian in taunt* A young Shlorpian was infected with some kind of illness. *the Shlorpian runs off in tears after being overwhelmed too much and sits on the edge of a cliff in tears* the Shlorpians would always taunt him before and after the illness spreaded to him…

The Shlorpian stands up and prepares to jump off

Janiz: *voiceover* As soon as he headed towards the cliff, he fell… feel like he has nothing to live anymore… *the Shlorpian falls* until, Koran came…

Koran, in his Super Shlorpian form, flies up and saves the Shlorpian

Janiz: *voiceover* Koran senses his depression. And saved him. *Koran then puts the Shlorpian down and then notices the Shlorpian’s illness on his leg* He realized that the Shlorpian needed a new lifesource. So he gave it to him that cured his illness

Koran fixes the Shlorpian's leg

Janiz: *voiceover* With some kind of healing magic, the Shlorpian was granted a new life.

The Shlorpian's skin suddenly turns black

Janiz: *voiceover* The Shlorpian silently thank Koran for healing him. *the Shlorpian hugs Koran, who flies off. But when the Shlorpian got back others continue to taunt him* But tragically this caused the overwhelming thoughts to make him reach his breaking point.

The Shlorpian snaps as grows bigger and muscular as he roars in rage and kills the Shlorpians

Janiz: *voiceover* The rage and overwhelming thoughts has turn him into a monster… a creature so unimaginable enraged… the Mundane…

The flashback ends as Janiz closes the book

Janiz: Afterwards, he manage to find love. But a year after they wed, the DNA was passed onto their Replicants, who passed it onto theirs. We don’t know who inherited now, which is why I wanted to tell you guys about.

Jesse/Electra: Hmm. You know, I think I saw a Mundane once.

All: Huh?!

Yumyulack/Psylock: You did? Since when?

Jesse/Electra: When I was a baby.

Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: Y-you did?

Yumyulack/Psylock: What happened?!

Jesse/Electra: Yep. I don't remember much though.

Terry/Solar Flare: What do you mean Jesse-bear?

Jesse/Electra: I guess I was just too young to remember it at the time. Anyway, I'm hungry. Can we get something to eat.

Terry/Solar Flare: Well can at least time some parts you remember?

Jesse/Electra: Well, I was crying and Terry suddenly disappeared…

A flashback begins with baby Jesse crying.

Jesse: *voiceover* Then I saw this huge monster!

Baby Jesse continues crying once a Mudane with a familiar face and glowing orange eyes came and pick her up. Baby Jesse starts wailing louder upon seeing it but then the Mundane suddenly starts soothing her. Baby Jesse stops crying and falls to sleep as the flashback ends.

Jesse/Electra: It was so weird. He ended up soothing me to sleep.

Terry/Solar Flare: Well, I'm sure he did the right thing.

Jesse/Electra: Yeah. Though he did look familiar… oh well…

Janiz looks at Solar Flare who is silently crying

Janiz: Terry, what’s wrong?

Terry/Solar Flare: Uh, nothing. *wipes away his tears* I'm fine.

Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: You sure honey? Did that story really worked you up?

Terry/Solar Flare: I SAID I'M FINE, OKAY?! FUCK! I NEED SOME TIME ALONE!

Solar Flare transforms back and leaves. Legendary Super Shlorpian began to grow concern as he runs off to comfort Terry. Legendary Super Shlorpian then transforms back and opens the door and sees Terry crying.

Korvo: Terry? Are you in there?

Terry sniffles in response. Cue the heartwarming scene from the invisibility episode.

Korvo: I’m sorry this story stressed you out. I guess I feel something broken in you that a ray can’t fix. You can tell me.

Terry: You wanna know why I snapped back there?

Korvo: Hmm… I guess it was because of how much that Shlorpian went through so much.

Terry laughs.

Terry: Yeah.

Korvo: But can you please tell me why? *Terry sighs in response*

Terry: It's just...I used to become this...monster...a creature I can't control.

Korvo: You did? *sniffles* Oh I’m sorry if you did Terry.

Terry: Don't be. You weren't there anyway. I was fronting and stunting.

Korvo: Really?

Terry nods

Korvo: You know, you did got me sexy with your new role as Solar Flare.

Terry: What about when I use my fire powers?

Korvo: Drives… me… wild.

Terry: Korvo, take your goddamn clothes off.

Korvo: You don’t have to tell me twice.

The husbands kiss and moan as they remove their clothes

Korvo: Brace yourself! I saw this technique in a movie.

Terry: Oooh! Do it as we cut away!

Meanwhile in the wall, the mysterious figure is talking to the Bowinian Prophet

Bowinian Prophet: Wh-what do you mean by that?!

???: I know it's hard to believe but it must be done. You understand, right?

Bowinian Prophet: But this isn’t right. I learn that.

???: I know. But it has to be done. Just help us...Nova.

Nova: No. No I won’t.

Nova stands up and leaves as the mysterious figure sighs with dismay.

Nova: *turns to the figure* I hurted someone who was a hero, and I won’t do that again. I let myself turn into someone I am not to the dark side, and that cost me two friends. I refuse to follow the same mistake I made once. The Wall AIs better than ever without corruption. And I will never help a horrible person like you. I’m leaving…

Nova leaves.

Mysterious Figure: *snarls*

#solar opposites #solar opposites au #the ultra opposites #tervo #ultra opposites #terry/solar flare #super shlorpian korvo #mundane terry #korvo/legendary super shlorpian #yumyulack/psylock #jesse/electra

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skylarmoon71 · 6 months

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Leonardo (Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles)- Chapter 10

“You’re a big boy Leo.”

He groans at the words, placing his hand against the wall in the shower.

Everything is engraved in his mind.

He couldn’t believe that had actually happened last night. The following morning he’d stayed until you woke up. When you did he’d basically fumbled out of the room. You’d give him a kiss and send him a beautiful smile.

Leo groans again, this time leaning his head on the wall. You hand him right under your thumb and it was driving him crazy.

“I need to talk to her tonight. We need to set boundaries. No intimate activities until I at least take her on a date. “

That was the plan he’d already decided.

“I got an A on the quiz, no surprise there. He always gives us a pop quiz on the first Thursday of every month. You would think people would prepare for it better.”

Peter is going on about some test, but you’re barely paying much attention. Lunches were spent on the bleachers chatting about world events and sneaky tests. You want to pay attention, but your thoughts are otherwise occupied. The image of Leo pops up.

“I like it when you touch me (Y/N).”

Your cheeks flush at the little daydream. If he’d ever said something like that it would probably break you.

“Peter, have you ever had sex?”

He spits out his juice comically, beating his chest aggressively as he coughs. You feel bad now for almost making him choke. When his airway is finally cleared, he looks at you stunned.

“W-Why would you ask that!!” D-Did Mary Jane say something to you!”

You shake your head. Now that the door is open, you have to explain. You lower your head, playing with the crease of your dress.

“I..I wanted to..I just..” The words weren’t coming out. His shocked expression softens into understanding.

“You’re asking because you’ve been thinking about it.” You nod a bit bashfully.

“I really want to, I think he does too but I don’t have any experience so it might be awkward.”

Peter laughs, scratching his head.

“You really caught me off guard. I didn’t see that coming.” You’re still fidgeting and Peter does his best to ease your nerves.

“I can’t speak for you or this mystery boyfriend, but if you both care about each other, then it doesn’t matter if it’s awkward. It’s your first time. It’s supposed to be messy.” His words give you a bit of ease.

“Just make sure you both agree that it is what you want. He may be afraid to tell you if he’s scared or nervous and the same applies for you. Consent should be present on both sides. Okay?”

“Okay.”

Peter looks a bit more relaxed.

“Now that we got that out of the way, we’re going to get you some condoms after school.”

“Condoms?”

Peter laughs at your confusion.

“Yes, protection. Remember the thing that ensures that you’re safe. As awkward as it is talking about this with you, you’re like my sister. I want you to be safe.”

His words are touching. You inch closer, reaching out and hugging him and Peter pats your back with a grin.

“It’s crazy that I was intimidated by you the first time we met. You’re so cute.” He rubs your head playfully, and you smile.

~After school~

As you browse through the section of condoms, Peter is behind you trying not to appear awkward but failing miserably.

The size you pick up surprises Peter.

“What the- how big is he!”

Your cheeks glow.

“You know what nevermind I don’t want to know!” He starts grabbing up two boxes, and he takes the one in your hand.

“I’m buying all of these for you. If this guy thinks he’s gonna run around with his huge eggplant and get you pregnant he’s mistaken!”

He drops the boxes at the cash register.

“We’ll take them all!”

The cashier turns to you.

“Blink if you’re in danger.” She says casually.

“It’s not for me!!”

He defends.

Yep, that’s some big brother energy alright.

#tmnt leonardo #reincarnation #love #feeling #leoxreader #family #humor #peterparker #cute #friends #care

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bangcockbuggin · 2 years

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SECRETS || Part 3

i guess this has made its way into a story lol

background: Peter and y/n have confessed feelings for each other but haven’t seen each other since. Pepper and tony are leaving town so this gives them time to figure everything out

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y/n’s pov: Tuesday 7:10 am

i wake up to my alarm and realized i slept in a bit, i go get dressed and i decided to look nicer today because i’m seeing peter. I throw on my jeans, a light pink crop top and my converse. I throw my glasses on and my hair into braids

I go wake up morgan so i can get her ready for the day and she already picked out her outfit, i go downstairs and make us eggs and toast for breakfast. I thought i would be able to see my dad and pepper before they left but pepper did leave me a note and some doughnuts.

I drive morgan to happys house, and then drive to peters house.

me: hey loser i’m outside

bugboy: shoot! ok i’ll be out in a minute

me: ok

i’m sitting waiting in my car for a solid 3 minutes before i see peter with bed head and just putting his shirt on. he’s so stupid

“we’ll good morning sleepy head” i say giggling at his hair

“oh shush” he says getting in the car

we drive off to school just in time for first period

AFTER SCHOOL

“bugboy do you need a ride home?” i ask getting in my car

“yeah” he says opening the passenger side door

“we have to pick up morgan first”

I start my car and drive to happys place to pick up morgan, hopefully she’s not in a bad mood

i knock on the door and it unlocks

“hey happy, hi morgan!” i say giving her a hug

“uncle happy let me have a candy bar!” she says jumping up and down

“happy! you know she gets crazy when she eats candy!!” i yell at him

“i was working and she wouldn’t leave me alone!”

“that’s the whole point of babysitting” i say grabbing her and leaving

i ask peter to come over for a little bit to help with morgan because i have a chem test tomorrow

when i’m in my room listening to music, and studying, i hear the door open

“hello?“ peter says sticking his head in

“come in” i say closing my laptop frustrated

“hey, what’s the matter” he asks sitting on my bed with me

“i just don’t think i’m going to pass this chem test” i say laying down

he lays next to me

“well if you want i can help you study… but i get something in return” he says smirking

“oh yeah? let’s study first” i say tapping his nose

we studied for about 2 hours

“okay i think i understand now” i say laying back down on my bed. I’m exhausted

“hey” he looks at me laying next to me

“hi” i say very sluggish

“are you tired?” he says getting closer

“mhmm” i say placing a kiss on his lips and closing my eyes. His lips are the softest i’ve ever felt. kissing him is euphoric and makes me forget about everything else

Peters pov:

i really like her. actually i love her. i’ve know her since i became an avenger and i just love her

“i love- she fell asleep. i was gonna say i love you but i will later

she fell asleep in my arms and we both fell a sleep. i feel so safe with her

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cevansbaby-dove · 1 year

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New things, Chris Evans and wife Ashley Evans, chapter 10.

Ashley’s POV.

I rub my eyes and see My husband is sound asleep next to me, the nurse says as she takes the needle out of my arm. “Hey, Mrs. Evans, I hope I didn’t wake you.” I smile and say. “No, you're ok; how long has my husband been out?” The nurse looks at him and then at me, saying. “An hour; he fell asleep right after you did.”

I smile and run my hand through his hair which has always been soft. I say in a low, chill tone. “Chris, wake up, love.”

Chris lifts his head and says in a half-awake tone. “Hmm, sorry I fell asleep.” He rubs his eyes and says. “All Done?” I nod, and I get out of bed. Chris takes my hand in his, and I say to the nurse. “Thank you, See you next week.” She nods and says. “Sounds good.”

Chris and I walk out to the car, Chris opens the door for me, and I say as I get into the passenger seat, “Thanks.”

He nods, closes the door, gets into the driver seat, and says as he turns his car on and drives off. “How are you feeling?”

I sigh. “Fine, I think, the doctor told me that the chemo would get me feeling a bit sick, but I’m ok right now.”

He takes my hand and says. “Just as long as you are here with me, you’ll be ok.” I look at my husband and press my lips together; what is he thinking?

We get back home, and I see Stan’s car, Chris says as he turns off his car. “Who is that?” I get out of the car, and we walk into the house, kate says as she holds Carla. “Hey, you two, how’d it go?” Chris says. “Where is Asher?”

Kate looks worried and says. “He’s with Sebastian. He asked to see the twins; what’s wrong?” Chris walks upstairs, and Kate says as she looks at me. “Okay, Ash, what is going on?”

I shake my head, feeling the effects of the treatment. “I’ll explain later.”

Chris’s POV.

My heart is racing when I walk into the twin’s bedroom, and I see Sebastian in the rocking chair with little Asher in his arms. I say. “Put him back in the crib right now.” Sebastian looks at me and says, as he stands up. “He’s my son, hell, and they are mine. I can see them if I want to!”

He sets Asher down, and I slam Sebastian against the wall and say. “You rapped, Ashley, they might not be mine, but I’ll care for this family even if they aren’t my kids.”

Sebastian says. “Chris, she came on to me. Did she…she tell you I came on to her?” I snarl. “It wouldn’t be the first time you did!” he shakes his head and says. “Chris, she came onto me; trust me.”

I let go of him and said. “That’s not Ashley; she would do that.” I walk out of the room and see Ashley looking at me in the hallway. She says. “he’s ..Chris…I didn’t know what I was doing.” Sebastian looks at Ashley behind me, and I say. “We’ll talk about this later.”

Ashley’s POV.

I look at Chris, and I stand my ground and say. “Evans, please. You know I love you…I just,” Chris turns and says. “No, Ashley, why wouldn’t you tell me he did that to you?” He walks away, and I look at Sebastian; he fixes his shirt and says. “Sorry I didn’t call before I came over.” I fold my arms and say. “Do that next time.” I turn on my heel and walk away.

A week later.

Chris’s POV.

I am working when Ashley walks into the office. I look at her and say. “Hey,” She has a box she sets on the desk and says. “Open it, please.” I lean forward and look puzzled, and I say, looking at her. “What is this?”

She says. “Just open it….Please” I open the box and see a DNA testing kit, and I open it and read it. My jaw drops, and I say. “Ashely…is this a joke?” She smiles and says. “No, and I am glad it’s real.”

I stand up and give her a big hug. She hugs me back and says. “So glad to know the truth; I just assumed about it because I wasn’t feeling good after he and I, you know….” I look at my wonderful wife and smile.

She says. “What are you smiling about?” I kiss her head and say. “Just happy being with you.” Aden runs and says. “Momma up!”

Ashley picks up Aden, and she says in her motherly tone. “What’s up, little man?” I smile more, and Ashley looks at me and says. “Aden, do you want to ask daddy why he’s so happy?”

Aden looks at me, leans his head on Ashley’s shoulder, and says. “Happy?” I say. “Yes, Son, I am thrilled.” Aden says. “Rhy?” I say. “Because the twins you see daily are your baby brother and sister.”

I look at Ashley, and she smiles. I hug both of them and whisper how much I love them.

Ashley’s POV.

I am in bed, and Chris walks in and says. “Not feeling good?” he sits by me and rubs my back. I nod and say. “The chemo makes me sick.” He nods and says. “Do you want anything?” I look at him and say. “Just need to rest.” Chris kisses my forehead and says. “Okay, get some rest. I’ll keep an eye on the kids.”

I nod and say. “Thank you, my love.” He smiles at me and says. “Anything for you.” I watch him walk out, and I wish I could get better for my family. I sit up and walk into the living room; Chris looks at me and says. “Ash, back to bed.”

I look around and say. “Alone?” He sighs and says. “Hon-” I kiss him, and he pulls me closer to him. I pull away and say. “I love kissing you, dear husband.” Chris looks into my eyes and says. “The kids are napping.”

I giggle and say. “Are you asking me for something?” Chris smiles back at me and says. “Mayyybbee.” Aden runs out and says. “Hidey” He runs behind me and clings to my legs. I look at my son and say. “What’s up, bud?”

Aden says. “Up, mommy.” I pick up my three-year-old and say, as I look at him. “What’s wrong?” he says. “Scared.’ Chris says. “Aden, let daddy walk back to your room with you.” I hand over Aden to Chris, and he says, as they walk down the hallway. “Where did you see the monster?”

Chris’s POV.

Aden points at the bed and says. “Under..” Chris looks under the bed and says. “No monster, get out.” Aden giggles, and Chris says. “Okay, they should be gone now.”

Aden climbs into his bed, and I tuck him in and say. “Okay, get some sleep, bubba; I love you.” I kiss Aden’s head, and he yawns and then says. “Not sleepy, daddy.” I laugh a bit and say. ‘Okay, little man, it sure looks like you are.”

Aden Yawns, and I say. “Get some rest, little man; I love you.” I kiss his forehead, and he says, as he falls asleep. ‘Luv you too.” He falls asleep, and I walk out of his room and leave the door open a bit.

I walk back to where Ashely is reading. She looks at me and says. “Hey, my hero, was there a monster?” I sit by Ash and put my arm around her, and say, as I kiss the side of her head. “No, Aden just wanted someone to put him to bed.” Ashley smiles and says. “Hmm, sounds like he is your son.”

I look at Ashley and say. “Damn, babe, you're a savage!” I hear her laugh, and she says. “It’s true, mi amor.” I look at her and say. “Don’t leave me, please.” She sits up and looks at me, saying. “Chris, don’t talk this way.”

I get tears in my eyes and say. “I cant help it love. Three kids and I might be a widower, and I don’t want that kind of life.” Ashley says as she cups my face in her soft hands. “Chris, I am going for treatment, but it’s not a promise or anything.”

Ashley’s POV.

I look into my husband’s eyes and smile and say. “Chrisy, I love you, and if I do pass-” Chris gets off the couch and walks around, and I say, looking at him. “Chris..”

He says. “I don’t want that to be in mind. I can’t!” He looks at me and sighs. He says. “I just love you, Ashely, and I don’t want to think that way.”

I hate seeing Chris this way, but he knows we have to talk about this...I rub my forehead and sigh. Chris says. “You alright?” I nod. “Yeah, just the chemo making me get a bad headache.”

Chris has me sit down, and he says. “I’m sorry I got mad. It just hurts to think that way for me, we have been married for five years and have three wonderful kids, and I just want to think of losing you.”

I nod, looking at him. “That long already? Wow!” I smile, and Chris says with a grin. “I love every second with you, Ashley Evans.” He kisses my lips softly, and I pull away and say. “I love you too, Chris Evans.”

Two weeks later.

Chris’s POV.

Ashley has been getting better every day, we go to her treatment appointments, and even though it makes her sick most of the time, I am hoping this makes her better fast.

Not sure where to end this chapter, thanks for reading. If u want to be in a tag list just let me know.

#chris evans au #chris evans x ofc

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haltandcatchfiretothemax · 1 year

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FEMSLASH FEBRUARY 2023 #2: In which Donna gives Cameron a ride

Donna brought her sedan to a full stop at the stop sign, looked to her left, and then looked to her right. She noticed that Cameron was jiggling her foot and tapping her finger against the top of her thigh anxiously. As she stepped on the gas pedal, Donna asked her, “Hey. Are you okay?”

Cameron’s voice came out an octave higher than usual. “What, who, me? I’m great, I’m just waiting until for us to get to a red light so I can jump out and make a run for it.”

The image of a string being pulled too tight flashed through Donna’s mind. “Well, joke’s on you, because I have engaged the child safety lock.”

“Seriously?” Cameron yelped. “You child locked me?!”

Donna stopped the car at the next stop sign. “Actually, now that I think about it, I’m not sure if I did. I guess we’ll find out, though, at the next red light.”

Hands tensed into fists, Cameron sank miserably into bucket seat, eye brows and mouth screwed up into a face slightly melodramatic anguish. “I’m gonna fail the stress test, probably.”

Donna rolled her eyes, feeling both exasperated and endeared. She checked the intersection, and she drove through it, she said, “As I understand it, it’s not really that kind of test. And even if it is, I watched you fail a stress test every other day at Mutiny, you’re a pro at it, so you will be just fine.”

Grudgingly, Cameron admitted, “You may have a point.” She looked out the window, and gazed for a few a seconds at the passing trees and houses. “I’m worried about getting bad news. And also, annoyed, by the irony of it. Like, really? You’re so anxious that you can’t get your anxiety treated? And maybe now you have an actual cardiac health issue? Really?! God, the universe has a twisted sense of humor.”

Donna carefully made a right turn onto one of Mountain View’s main thoroughfares, an avenue eight lanes wide, full of cars and buses and pedestrians. “The doctor hasn’t had any bad news for you yet,” she said. “She’ll probably tell you to prioritize stress management, which is what she told you last time. Whatever she tells you today, I will be there with you to help you however I can, okay?” Firmly, momishly even, voice raised just slightly, she promised,” I will buy us some kind of couples package for a yoga studio and I will go with you and learn how to meditate if that’s what it takes.”

Cameron looked over at Donna, who stopped the car at a red light.

Donna looked back at her. Then, she looked at the handle on the passenger side door. “You wanna try me?”

Cameron thought it about for a second, and then said, “No. What I want is to be a normal, functional person whose heart isn’t maybe, possibly, literally broken by all the sad things that have happened to me.”

Gently, Donna said, “I know that feeling.”

“Seeing as that isn’t possible,” Cameron said, “what I want at this point, is to see you try to meditate.”

They both remembered the loudest arguments they’d had over the last 20 years, most of them at Mutiny, and then imagined sitting next to each other on mats, in stretchy pants, legs crossed, palms turned upward. They both started to laugh.

The light turned green, and Donna turned her concentration back to driving. Nerves soothed somewhat, if not entirely, Cameron said, “I can’t wait to beat your ass at being relaxed and enlightened.”

Donna smiled broadly, hands on the steering wheel, eyes on the road. “You’re on, Howe!”

#the worst news cameron gets is that she has to cut out caffeine #donna makes a photo montage of stock pictures of coffee cups set to 'i will remember you' for cameron #cameron isn't amused but the rest of the family is #femslash february #femslash february 2023 #fic #fan fiction #cameron howe #donna clark #donna emerson #today in writing what you know!#happy sunday to everyone who is their own donna and is making themselves go to doctor's appointments <3

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The Love Child

Keep in mind that this took two days and two people to write @atlas-427 Thanks for writing this with me I had fun I hope you had fun as well.

So they’re at a meeting Ohio and Michigan and Pennsylvania are there with New York and Canada is there and they’re in Toronto and she’s like” York do you remember when we dated* he pauses, thinking ‘where the hell is this going’ and says “yeah…” “ shortly after we broke up I found out I was pregnant with twins”new york’s face goes completely pale “…what”The room fell silent

“ I said I was pregnant shortly after we broke up with twin girls one represents your side of the falls and the other one represents my side of the falls”Michigan, Ohio and Pennsylvania are shocked.

New York doesn’t say anything. PA puts a hand on his shoulder “you ok York?”NY passes out

PA catches him” Michigan call Georgia Ohio help me take him to the car”

oh my goodness I’m so sorry” Says Canada.Penn Decides to defends his friend, “i’m sure you’d freak out if you were just told you have 2 kids with your ex too. right now we need to get him to the hospital” Pennsylvania says angrily. Ohio looks at Pennsylvania and says ” no we’re not gonna be fast enough if we drive him there we need to call 911” well helping Pennsylvania with New York.Canada defends herself” maybe but I didn’t think you would pass out”

PA is getting fed up, “whatever you thought didn’t happen. we’ll talk about the situation more when he’s awake. for now we’ll get to the hospital with my driving” Pennsylvania says Ohio and Michigan Helps PA get New York into the car. Penn gets into the drivers side. Canada tried to tag along but ends up driving herself

PA gets them there in record time.

Once they get to the hospital doctors take him and he ends up in the ER.

The doctors run some tests, turns out he just passed out but they give him supplemental oxygen and wait for him to wake up.

While The doctors are testing New York, Michigan calls Georgia to tell him that New York passed out and tell him why.They’re all waiting for New York to wake up.

Time skip

New York finally wakes up after being out for at least two hours, he takes off the oxygen makes and looks around confused “what happened?” Pennsylvania looks at New York to explain everything that happened. he looks like he’s about to faint again but gains his composure “Canada why didn’t you tell me sooner?” New York ask The Canadian right next to him.

“ because I was scared and I didn’t know how you would react York. I am so sorry.” Canada answers the New Yorkers question.NY sighs “fair, but don’t be upset with me for being angry at you. because apparently i have 2 more daughters and didn’t know for years” New York exclaims very annoyed.“ I understand, do you want to meet your daughters?” Canada says feeling a little guilty. New York looks at Canada and says“I definitely do, but I might need some time to process this. oh god i need to tell my other kids” New York said realizing that he has to tell his other children.

Canada tells him that she understands and takes as much time as he needs. She leaves the hospital with the four states in the hospital.Michigan looks at York and said” and now I understand why you don’t trust her, you okay bud?''

New York looks like he just aged 30 years “i will be. i was worried we might have had a kid together, but i wasn’t expecting it to be true, or that it’d be twins” Michigan Nodded and says “ it’s gonna be okay it’s not your fault you didn’t know” New York looks at Michigan and says“i know, thanks Michigan”

the doctor comes in “i see you’re awake. that’s good, you’re vitals all seems normal. i suppose you fainted from recent stress?” New York nods and says” yep sounds about right” Doctor nods in understanding “well as long as you have a strong support system, which it looks like you do, i see no reason to keep you here any longer. your release papers will be at the nurses station”So they go to the nurses station and because this is Canada and they don’t have to pay medical bills. They leave the hospital and go back to the US. Waiting for them at the border is Georgia. Georgia asked what was going on and Pennsylvania explained the whole situation. New York looks to Georgia “Peach, how are we going to tell the kids?”Georgia looks at New York and says “ together like always” Georgia says and kisses his boyfriend.

Time skip

When they get back to the State house. New York and Georgia, Call all the kids for a family meeting. They decided that they might as well tell the rest of the country too. Everyone comes to the meeting.

only PA, Ohio, and Michigan know what it’s about. Everyone is looking around, confused. Until NYC speaks up. “Dad, what's this meeting is about?” NYC asked his father what the meeting was about. New York starts to tell the story of Canada. After New York finishes telling the story

The room goes quiet. York’s kids start shaking, a few with tears in their eyes. no one knows what to say.

Until, Gov speaks up to ask” we can make this work you said that one of them represents your side of the waterfall?” The fed asked. NY nods “yeah, the other represents her side” New York said.

Gov looks at New York and says “Either way they’re both getting citizenship” NY’s eyes fill with tears “thanks Gov” Gov ad lit no idea how much this meant to New York and Georgia. Gov looks at New York and says“you’re welcome”

Syracuse crawls into her dad’s arms hugging him because she just realizes she’s not a baby anymore. New York hugs his daughter says“i love you baby girl” Syracuse squeezed her dad tight and said“ daddy I love you more”Before they knew it his other kids gather around for a group hug.Even NYC. Which was a surprise to New York.The other states are in aww.

Texas wants the lecture York but he knows it won’t go anywhere so he doesn’t. Florida try to make a quip but get dragged out by other states with a hand on their mouths then was lectured about it.Georgia and his kids joined the group hug too.it turns into a giant group hug

“ So daddy, when are we going to meet our new sisters?” Albany asked.She’s excited about getting two new sisters.

Poor Syracuse doesn’t want new sisters because then she won’t be the baby anymore

Syracuse is like” daddy I don’t want you sisters I like being the baby”New York looks at his baby girl and said “sorry baby, i can’t exactly go back in time and unalive 2 girls”

“Okay daddy” she says pouting even though she knows it’s not gonna fix anything.

Georgia and New York and not putting the kids to bed Syracuse basically begged her dad to let her sleep with them (I just like the idea of her acting like a clingy baby because she’s like scared that because she’s no longer the youngest she thinks everything‘s gonna change which yeah she’s kind of right)

Time skip

So a few weeks later after New York wrapped his head around having two more kids and trying to comfort his children.

He’s called Canada and set up a meeting date at Niagara Falls to meet Naya and Francine. So he gathers up the kids I think at first he just brings his kids and maybe Vermont you know he has his own life it’s like okay yeah no Dad this is fine you go do whatever you want.

they’re all standing around a bench waiting for Canada and the girls to arrive. eventually NYC spots Canada walking towards them“Hey pops look” NYC says trying to get his father’s attention.

New York who had been pacing swivels his head around to see Canada flanked by 2 girls who look around to seven years old

(I feel like the girls would be born in the 1900s)

Everyone stands up to greet Canada and the girls.“ hey Canada “

New York says a bit nervously.“Hello New York and company, how are you all doing?” Canada says.“ we’re doing good” trying to keep his composure “great, great. uh, i guess we should get right to it, eh? this is Naya and Francine” the girls are hiding behind her legs because they’re nervous about the big group

New York bent down on his knees try to get on their level and in a soft voice” hi Naya and Francine I’m your dad”

Naya pokes her head out while Francine keeps half her face hidden

Naya: “really?” Naya asked

“ yeah I’m your dad and these are your older siblings” he points to his other kids who are trying to get NYC the smile and failing.

Naya comes out a bit more from behind her mother, which makes Francine more confident to stick her head out

Naya: “hi everyone” she says waving

Francine whispers a hello

They all say hi but NYC says sup because he has be different . Albany grabs Syracuse his hand and goes next to her father.

Albany and Syracuse introduce themselves to the girls and explain how they’re their new sisters.

Naya’s eyes light up” you are?”

Syracuse smiles at her new little sister and says “yeah we are”

Francine pokes her head even more to see her sisters.

Syracuse focuses more on Naya while Albany tries to get Francine out of her shell. New York stands up “hey Canada, thanks again for letting us meet them” New York says

She tells him you’re welcome

Rochester and Buffalo go say hi to Naya” hi we’re two of your big brothers I’m Rochester and this knucklehead is Buffalo” Rochester sad.

Canada wants the girls to spend time with their father so she would tell the girls that she’s gonna leave them with their father. It's only for a couple days and they’ll stay here in Niagara. after everyone has introduced themselves, Canada hands New York a bag she packed for both girls. He takes the bag and thanks her for it.

Canada says her goodbyes and the group heads off. Francine is a bit reluctant but eventually follows Albany. Naya walks next to NY, asking questions

New York try to answer the questions as best as he can he forgot what it was like to have a little kids around.

his kids start jumping in and answering some questions for him

Which he is very thankful for. so they get into the car and they go to his house.

Francine stays near Albany

Albany is asking her questions and telling her about the family, trying to get her to open up more.it’s kind of working.

Francine talks a bit more and asks some questions about her siblings

“ what’s NYC like?” Francine asked.

“NYC seems standoffish but he won’t He won’t be mean to you he actually loves all of us he just doesn’t like to admit it” Albany says causing Francine to giggle.

When they get to the houseAlbany helps to get the girls settled.

She leaves the girls to get comfortable, New york sits in the living room thinking about the reality of having 2 new young daughters

Georgia who is making food for the family sees him sitting there thinking

Geo asks “what’s on your mind Apple?” New York takes a minute to respond “ they’re seven years old physically” New York says stress. Georgia sits on the couch next to him and says “yeah, they’re young alright. Naya is definitely talkative, ain’t she?” New York places his head on George’s shoulder.“She is she’s also our side” New York says

as Georgia wraps his arm around his body.“Is that what’s bothering you?” Georgia asked. New York shook his head“No it’s not that it’s just it’s been so long since I had little kids running around” Geo nods understandingly

“you’re not used to it, i get it. luckily you have a big family to help out” New York smiles at his boyfriend.“Yeah and I have you” New York says smiling at Georgia. Georgia smiles back and says“always Apple, i love you”

“ I love you too Peach”

then they kiss Albany comes into the room and asked if lunch is ready.

Georgia is just finishing up so he asks her to tell everyone.Albany go gets everyone .they all sit down at the table and eat when Georgia brings the food in.

“ dad how did you and Georgia get together.” Naya asked her father and stepfather. They tell her the story, it’s not long but they tell the truth. Naya seems very fascinated by it. she has that face of wonderment you only see on kids.

As their eating lunch NYC mentions uncle Mass and uncle Connecticut.

Naya asks about them and what they’re like .(if you couldn’t tell Naya is a very curious child.)Albany takes over and explains what they’re like because she can do it more nicely than NYC.Once she’s done, Francine looks like she has a question but is too shy to ask. Albany notices this.” Francine do you need anything or have a question“ Albany asked Francine nod her head.Albany asks “what is it?”

“ Do we have any cousins?” Francine asked Albany looks at her little sister and says*Yes we do our uncles have children of their own.”

“ what are their names Albany?“ Francine the shy seven-year-old asked.” well uncle Massachusetts has Boston and Salem and Maine and uncle Connecticut has Hartford and New Haven.” Albany answers her little sister’s questions.

Naya starts firing off questions about what they’re like and if they could meet them and Francine is gaining more confidence.

Albany says” I can FaceTime them later and you can say hi.

soon everyone finishes lunch and begins cleaning up. Albany asks if the girls want a tour of the house.they say yes and the three head off.

So NYC and New York are having a staring contest until NYC brings up the child support.York growls out “what about it?” NYC ask“ how much does she want you to pay her” New York who is getting annoyed his son.“she hasn’t said anything about it yet” NYC smirks and says“Oh well pops you might get lucky”

“might” York says a bit annoyed

NYC stands up grabs his plateThen says “and Dad you don’t have to worry about it and then you can pay it with the money that we make.”

“that’s true”

Before New York City leaves the room he looks at his father and says “ One more thing Pops will be fine I know this is big news and life-changing but we face bigger problems before” New York smirks at his son and says“we have. thanks for trying to cheer me up kid”

Justice NYC is exiting he says“ no problem Pops”NYC goes to hide in his room.

Time skip to a little bit after lunch.

New York and Georgia are cuddling on the couch when Albany and the girls come back from their tour

Francine and Naya and Albany decide to join Georgia and New York on the couch. New York, who's wanting to get to know his new daughters better, asks ``So Naya Francine what are your interests and hobbies? What kind of toys do you like to play with?”

they both go on a rant, talking about their favorite toys, their stuffed animals and what each are named, their favorite cartoons, and what sports they play

After the girls go on their rant. Georgia gets an idea he has a Big smirk on his face.“i know that look, what are you planning?” NY said noticing the look on his boyfriends face “ let’s take them toy shopping that way they have some stuff when they come to visit.” Georgia said.“great idea Peach” York says

the girls’ eyes light up and they get excited.

Syracuse hears the word shopping and runs into the living room. ``Did I hear something about going shopping!?!!?!?!!!!”

Albany stands up “YES, daddy is taking Francine and Naya toy shopping”

“ Daddy can we please go” Syracuse makes the puppy dog eyes and pouts

York can’t say no to his girls “yes, honey, you and Albany can come”

So New York takes his girls shopping.and Albany and Syracuse may have gone a little overboard of the stuff animals and toys

when they get back to the house and have to recruit the boys to help bring everything into the house.

once they get all the toys in the house they unpackaged them and the girls play with the toys Albany and Syracuse join them they tried to get The boys to join but they wouldn’t budge.

Meanwhile Georgia and New york make some coffee and cuddle on the couch. While the girls play they’re just trying to relax.

Time skip

So after the girls are done playing and after dinner the kids pick up the toys and then they decide to watch family movie together and they’re watching Encanto. it goes good. everyone has snacks, people tear up at certain parts whether being from relating to the characters or actual sad scenes. first family movie night with Francine and Naya is a success.they find out the girls really like candy

So by the end of the movie Francine and Naya have fallen asleep because they are tucker out after a long day. they’re taken to their rooms to sleep in peace. New York and Georgia tuck them in.then the other kids go to bed.

New York and Georgia crawl into bed as well

Everybody sleeps well in the New York household.

even new york after who knows how long with all his stressThe end I hope you enjoy this I had fun writing it. Even NYC who doesn’t like to sleep.

And that’s how the NY family life got two new family members

The end I hope you enjoy this I had fun writing it

#ben brainard #welcome to the statehouse #welcome to the table #wttt #wttsh #new york #georgia #new york x georgia #canada #niagara falls

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hellavile · 3 years

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he can’t do it like i can. toji.

# cw: fem!reader, accidental voyeurism, heavy language, spanking, teasing, dilf!toji, black coded, hair pulling, oral, dominance.... just, read it. it’s nasty.

# mocha’s note: I had to do it. this man has me thinking of the wildest shit to a point where I’m crying bc he’s not real... I need help. he’s not even animated yet and he has me acting up—might start a series where I write about dilfs, we’ll see.

maybe you should go home. maybe this was stupid.

you didn't call to let him know you were swinging by. he could be sleep for all you knew, it was ten in the morning. but you couldn't, you knew that. you couldn't stand another day with these thoughts roaming your mind. even when you closed your eyes to escape, your thoughts consumed them and created scenarios that would have you thinking nonstop of him every day and night. you had to catch yourself a few times, resisting the urge to pleasure yourself because of the lewd acts spinning on a loop. you would feel too guilty anyways. he was megumi's father, it wasn't right. and since you did resist, you've been sexually frustrated for weeks now.

you finally stood in front of their house, squeezing your phone tightly in your right hand and shifting side to side. one thing lead to another and you found yourself driving here after paying your rent this morning. it was sickening how much it affected you. you hated it, but at the same time—you wondered what it would be like. maybe, just maybe you could have it if you tried. if not, you'd try your best to forget, but if you do—you hoped it wouldn't change your relationship with him. who were you kidding, of course it would.

you've been avoiding megumi and he noticed, hopelessly wondering what was wrong. questioning if he did something to hurt you. calling you to check on you. you wouldn't respond. you wouldn't give him an answer because you knew the words that would fly out of your mouth unexpectedly would scar him. finally, you gained the courage to ring the doorbell, hearing soft music blare from their speaker and the smell of brewed coffee. so they were awake.

the door opens, and the first man you're met with is toji, megumi's father. the man you quite literally couldn't get off your mind. you swallow, toji raising his brow at you as he sips his coffee from a black mug. he's dressed in nothing but gray sweatpants, his charcoal hair tousled around his sharp face. he smelt like pinewood, and it looked like he just got out of the shower not too long ago.

"good morning," toji rasps, the thickness of his voice making you clench your keys in your palm. you couldn't look him straight in the eye and he noticed. "uh, megumi isn't here. he's at practice."

"oh," you sigh, with relief actually. "o-okay. since you're here, i think i should talk to you."

"are you okay?" he frowns.

"no," you state bluntly, walking by him once he steps aside to let you in, taking off your shoes before walking into the living room. he blinks, following your trail with his eyes as you plop a seat on the sofa, fiddling with your fingers. toji locks the front door before approaching you, your eyes unintentionally staring at his crotch and seeing the outline of his dick, blushing and quickly diverting your attention back to your hands. toji is leaning against the kitchen island, his glare on you intense.

"this might sound creepy, and maybe borderline unacceptable, but i can't stop thinking about you. it's not a crazy obsession, but i literally keep having—inappropriate dreams about you and it's been ruining my daily life. i can't think straight, i can barely eat, i'm missing homework and forgetting to study for tests. i get it, our age difference is ridiculous, 20 years like—what even. i'm fucked up. just tell me i'm fucked up and reject me so i can go on with my life. please."

he was silent for a while, but eventually speaks up.

"that was a lot," toji puffs out his lips, setting his coffee down and crossing his buff arms. your eyes drift to them. "i don't know what to say, but i'm not surprised."

"why not?"

"because i'm sexy," toji laughs, trying to lighten your mood, and it works. you grin slowly and lower your head, your hands covering your face as you lay them on your knees, groaning. "look at me."

his voice drops an octave and your heart beats faster, lifting your head to see him crouching before you, his closeness making you jump. "yes?"

"you're not fucked up," toji trails off, licking his lips dauntingly slow. "you're just horny."

your eyes widen. "uh—"

"you don't love me, right?" you deny by shaking your head no. "so you're sexually attracted to me. what's the harm in that?"

you couldn't believe your ears. he sounded as if he didn't care. like you wanting to have to sex with him wasn't a problem, a big deal. "i—i mean, you're my friends' father. he would hate me if he found out."

"so don't tell him," he cuts you off and you drop your mouth in shock. "look, i've known you for an entire year. i'm a man, you think i wouldn't notice when a pretty girl is attracted to me?"

he found you attractive? this was a whirlwind. "you come over to study with megumi all the time, and i won't lie—i'm guilty of lewd thoughts of you as well. believe it or not, i think our dreams connect."

"you think about me—like that?"

"all the time," toji nearly grunts, licking his lips dangerously slow. you squeeze your thighs shut.

"fuck me," you sigh with shock, not believing your ears. he was really acting like this.

"i'm going to," is his response, and you swallow down an inhumane noise. toji gets serious, his dark eyebrows hunching over his slender eyes that studied your body, his hand coming to touch your waist, and your heart paces. "i need you to give me permission first."

"i'm nervous," you bite your lip.

"about?"

"i don't know, i'm just nervous. i wasn't expecting you to act like this. i thought you would curse me out and tell me to never come back or some shit."

"take my hand," toji patiently waits for the softness of your small palm to interlock with his. you swallow, taking it instantly as he pulled you to stand on your feet.

you trail behind him like a lost puppy, toji guiding you up the staircase and into his master bedroom, a room you've never stepped foot in. it was dark and modern, exactly like the rest of the house. the moment the two of you entered, toji gently presses you flat against the wall behind the door, his hands on your bare thighs while his fingers traced your skin, inching higher by each silent second. you couldn't get over his scent; a masculine cologne that summed up just what he was. dominant.

"tell me if i can touch you," he whispers, the bulge in his sweats brushing against your stomach. you were small compared to him, your face inches away from his naked chest. toji was a well-built man. abs, muscular arms, slender waist, and broad thighs. attractive in every way. it was hard not to fuck him.

his left forearm reaches over you to rest on the wall above your head, leaning down so you're eye to eye with him, smelling the mint on his breath as he says, "hurry pretty thing, i'm not a patient man."

you didn't get why you were being a pussy right now. you came over here for a reason. you expected this to happen. maybe you were still in a state of shock. the fact that he didn't react badly is what threw you off. he wanted you just as much as you craved for him. it was written all over his face, but yours more obviously. constantly rubbing your thighs together, biting your lips, checking him out—you revealed the infatuation first. he just fed off of it and was ready to reciprocate.

"touch me," you breathed, your dainty hands trailing to the band of his sweats, fingers halfway in, clawing at his lower back to pull him closer. definitely hard. that aroused you more; this godlike man aching for you. how fucking lucky you were.

toji smirked, grabbing the underside of your chin and turning your head slightly to suck at your neck, a soft moan immediately streaming out of you. that was your weak spot, a place that easily turned you on. you whine when his tongue eases over your flesh, replacing it with kisses, following with grunts.

"you smell nice," toji groans, moving across your neck onto the other side, sloppy kisses urging you to smooth your hand down his warm chest, boldly reaching your hand into the front of his sweats and wrapping it around his throbbing dick, a guttural moan falling from him as you gather the precum leaking from his tip and slowly jerk your hand over half him. shit, he was fucking big. no surprise there.

"shit," his hands are now on your shirt, pulling the thin tank top just above your breasts to reveal them, toji grinning at your braless chest. Pretty, he thinks. your head knocks back as his mouth clamps around one of your tits, circling your nipples with his tongue before sucking, holding them both in his palms and watching you above.

his clothed thigh was placed directly between your legs, biting your lip and grinding down to apply pressure to your clit, toji hazily watching you get off, never stopping his tongue flicking on your sensitive nipples. you were so horny that you rode his thigh to receive any sort of sexual high. he was fascinated with you, grinning as you whimper and pull your top over your head, your hand reaching into your cotton shorts to press your fingertips to your sluice clit.

"baby, chill," toji laughs, your cheeks flushing with sudden embarrassment although he enjoyed it.

"i'm so fucking horny," you giggle, toji smiling at you, moving his thigh and dragging your shorts down your legs, eyebrows raising at the sight. you weren't wearing any underwear. all he could see was the slickness covering the mound of your pussy and your inner thighs.

"naughty girl, would’ve liked to unwrap my gift," he teases, lifting your leg while lowering to his, eyes on your sopping clit, feeling somewhat appreciated that he got you like this. his breath fans over your aching clit and you can't help but desperately shift closer to his mouth, toji pulling his face back to tease you more. growing irritated, you lift your leg to rest it on his shoulder, pushing him closer with the point of your heel and tangling your fingers in his dark hair.

"persistent little thing, aren't you," toji's palm slaps your ass and you squeak, clenching and trembling. his wide hand grabs the underside of your thigh on his shoulder and mounts it to the wall so you're spread eagle. he could see everything now, and his silence almost made you want to shut your legs from insecurity. toji moaned breathlessly, his fever raging and he could no longer hold it back. he wanted you so fucking bad it burned and ached all over his body. "such a pretty pussy, baby. so fucking wet for me."

that made you laugh, your eyebrows soon furrowing and your jaw dropping the moment the entirety of his mouth clamp around you, toji closing his eyes and savoring the taste. the salacious sound of him licking and sucking made you tremble, tugging on his hair out of pleasure and rolling your hips. his face was completely buried between your legs, roughly rushing his tongue against your clit, slurping and swallowing. you were loud, so loud you were afraid that someone would hear you. his neighbors.

perhaps ms.robinson who lived next door and would knit on her porch, greeting you with caramel candy each time she saw you walk out the house. she knew toji wasn't married. what if she looked at you differently, or him. she definitely saw you this morning while walking her golden retriever. his prissy neighborhood had too many nosey people.

you bring one of your hands up to cover your mouth, trying to bury the sounds. toji didn't appreciate that. he stops almost instantly after noticing, retracting his heavy palm and slamming it hard on your ass. you mewl in pain, gasping as he grabbed your hand and entangled his fingers with yours, fully kneeling on both his knees before you.

"don't ever do that again," he growls, soothing his tongue over your clit while dangerously glaring at you. "now fuck my face like a good girl."

temptation stirs in the pit of your stomach and you can't help but obey, arching your back as you swivel your hips and ride the thick tongue roughly sweeping your sensitive clit. you feared you'd cum too quickly like this. he was relentless, spanking you and growling against your pussy sending shivers up your spine.

"Toji," you sob.

"mmm?" he responds as a taunt, smirking, widening his mouth and enclosing his lips around you, your thigh shaking in his hold. "fuck, that sounds so good coming from you."

he finally stands to his feet, and in a way you're relieved. swallowing, you watch as he drops his sweatpants completely, your eyes slowly trailing down his chest to see his dick resting on his abdomen, veiny and slightly curved so you knew it would hit all the godly spots within you. you were practically salivating at the mouth, toji gently grabbing your jaw before taking your lips in his, finally kissing you. slow but sloppy. delicate but erotic. both of you softly engulfing each other's sounds, tasting yourself as he slicks his tongue over your own, lips smacking wetly.

he was such a good kisser it drove you mad, turning you into a brat when he disconnected your lips. ready to protest, he instantly shuts you up by turning you around so your back is to him, your breasts pressed firmly against the cold wall as well as the side of your cheek. toji hisses with pain, so horny he could burst just looking at you. kneading at your flesh with enticement. you truly were beautiful.

he knew this from the start. the moment he laid eyes on you he couldn't contain his thoughts, trying to suppress the urge to act on them for the sake of his son. megumi. would he hate him if he found out? for some reason, toji didn't care. it's not like he ever had the balls to make a move to begin with. he always saw megumi attempt to, failing miserably when you'd laugh off a compliment he'd give you or anything cheesy like a kid who has a crush in eighth grade. toji always noticed you were never interested, because the only person on your mind was him.

"you know he has feelings for you," toji says, and before you get a chance to react, you could feel him deep inside you, your jaw dropping from the ache as you stretched to accommodate his size. you whimper, toji pulling out halfway to eye the slickness around his cock, cursing lowly before slipping forward until his chest fully touched your back.

"that's too bad," he hissed, completely sunken into you as you clench around him and greedily move your ass back, ready for him to go. he chuckles, his forearm coming around you, his hot hand resting on your stomach as he advances forward, clapping his sharp hips to your ass. you threw your head back, laying it on his shoulder with your eyes shut. choking on your cries. “you're already squeezing around my cock like a needy slut.”

you’re on your tiptoes, his hand coming up to wrap around your throat as he grunts and chokes you. you whine pathetically the harder he pounds, the sounds bouncing off the walls. anyone could hear. the mixture of flesh colliding and the two of your voices. it’s not that you ignored what he said about megumi, you just weren’t in the right mindset to come up with a response. you just wanted to be fucked, and that’s exactly what he did. he fucked you, hard. his pace was fast and the way he groped every inch of you roughly had you soaking wet. his deep voice in your ear was a dangerous combination. this man was something else.

“what would you do if he saw you like this?” toji continued his teasing talk, panting by your ear and slamming his dick harder. “would you push me away, baby? noo. you'd turn your face and finish taking it since you're so horny you can't bear to have your orgasm denied."

maybe, is what you think. his dirty talk was condescending, purposely humiliating you to see your reaction. he’s not surprised when you’re still silent about it, giving him nothing but a seductive glare and a dirty moan. it makes him hornier, shaking his head and digging his fingertips into your thigh to keep you close to him while he heatedly grounded his cock into you.

"he can't fuck you like i can. he could try, but you're too much of a woman for him to handle. you need someone like me. a man who knows how to fuck you, make you cum. the way your eyes are rolling back into your skull, and those filthy fucking moans of yours proves my point."

as if on cue, the two of you could hear keys clanking and the front door opening, your heart dropping as you hear a familiar voice downstairs.

"dad!" megumi yells, scanning the house for his father. toji laughs almost sinisterly, wrapping your hair around his fist and tugging your head back, never stopping his movements. it was hard for you to focus on megumi when he did that.

“i left my cleats, the coach was on my ass about it. i'm heading back as fast as i can." you could hear megumi sprint across the living room to frantically find his shoes. the two of you were just behind the open door of toji’s room. megumi could easily hear, if he closely observed, or come upstairs and see you through the crack. without both of your knowledge, megumi had on headphones, the music in his ears drowning out most of the surrounding sounds.

"baby, you're dripping. gonna ruin me i swear to—" toji groans, hitting his hips hard, the sound significantly rising and you're shocked that you don't build up the strength to stop him before megumi heard. he was right. you didn't care. you only wanted him. the only thing you cared about was your orgasm. eventually, his hand snakes in front of you to cover your mouth with his palm, still fucking you hard, your clit bumping up against the wall and your tongue drooling in his hand.

"i love your fucking pussy," he whispered in your ear, sucking at your neck and squeezing your waist tighter. "and your pretty ass voice. it's driving me insane."

the front door finally slams shut, your muffled voice finally having its freedom to scream again, gasping for air and reaching behind you to tug at his scalp as your orgasm approached. "fuck, toji. i'm cumming."

toji grunts, backing up slightly to bend you over and yank your waist back, viciously pounding to reach his own high. those desperate pleas and whines of yours were truly an addiction, a trigger. it doesn't take long until a wave washes over you, your head growing light and your legs nearly giving out as they trembled. toji could feel you clamping around him tighter, pulling him deeper, drowning his cock in your arousal. his head is thrown back as he mutters 'fuck' under his breath, stilling his movements and doing a few more pumps before slowly pulling out and releasing over your back, humming low in his throat with satisfaction.

toji swallows, gently pressing sweet kisses to your shoulder and cheek, the two of you heavily panting in the silent home. toji tucks a few strands of your hair behind your ear, pulling you up straight before carefully lifting you to carry you to his bathroom. although dazed, you were still aware of your surroundings, blinking up at him as he laid you down inside an empty claw-foot tub, kneeling before you and running the bath, the splashes of water making you fully gain consciousness.

he was so gentle with you it made your heart do something you've never felt before. seeing him pour bubbles into the tub and getting a fresh towel and rag for you was heartwarming. his kindness wasn't new, but this treatment was a first. it felt nice.

"i'm sorry, but we only have men soap in this household," he shakes the bottle.

"i ran to target this morning so there's dove bars in my car if you wanna get it for me," you say.

toji nods once, staring at your face for longer than you liked causing you to grow shy and lower your head to watch the water fill the tub up. he’ll always make you nervous no matter what. he softly grabs your chin, leaning forward to kiss you once more.

"you're mine," toji breathes. "remember that.”

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lostaurorax · 3 years

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from three to five?

pairing | stucky x pregnant!reader

summary | reader finds out she’s pregnant and tells the boys but they all get suprised in the end

warnings | pregnancy and indication of smut

a/n | hi my darlings!!!!! i love stucky with all my heart and wrote this bc i thought it would be super cute! i apologize if their are any mistakes about the pregnancy thing and the ultrasound stuff because quite frankly i know absolutely NOTHING about pregnancy except the basic stuff that everyone knows. anyway i hope you enjoyed this as much as i did writing it!! reblogs and feedback is greatly appreciated <3 feel free to send in requests!!

the minute you found out you were pregnant you couldn’t wait to tell your husbands knowing how happy they would be from countless amounts of times they told you they had wanted to have kids especially with you.

after a romantic dinner that wanda and nat had thoroughly helped you plan you had come back home to the compound eager for your boys to find out the surprise.

as you walked into the living room wanda and nat were sitting their talking

“ah your back! so how was the date!” wanda said when she noticed your presence

“it was great! we’re gonna call it a night. we’ll see you ladies in the morning.” steve said as he grabbed three water bottles from the fridge and waved to the girls

“good to hear! good night..” nat said winking at you when the boys had turned their backs to them confirming it was all set

“god my feet are killing me!” you said as you took your shoes off and continued walking down the hall to your bedroom

“yeah? change out of that dress and me and stevie will run you a bath alright doll?” bucky said placing his hand on your back as steve was twisting the handle on the door

“okay buck” you said smiling knowing that probably wasn’t going to happen

as steve flicked the light switch on his foot steps came to a halt causing bucky to bump into him

“hey wh-” bucky said before realizing why steve had stopped

their was a bunch of blue and pink balloons scattered around the room, two pregnancies tests lying on the bed with a poster board that said ‘barnes-rogers baby coming soon…’ on it

as the boys turned back to look at you to confirm if what they were seeing was a dream or not it was immediately confirmed when they saw the wide smile on your face

“suprise!!”

after neither of them said anything for a minute or two you turned to walk in front of them

“hey is something wrong?” you said as your mind was racing with scenarios in which they weren’t happy that you were pregnant

as you were about to say something else both boys wrapped their arms around you and you swore you’d never felt more safe

“nothings wrong sweetheart nothing at all. it’s just we’ve dreamed of this day for so long and we can’t believe it’s actually happening.” bucky said as you felt a warm tear hit your face from his

“we love you doll so so much, and we can’t wait to raise a baby with you.”

“yeah?” you said pulling away from the hug to look at them with red noses and tear stained eyes

“yeah” they said in sync just admiring you

it didn’t last long until you were all attacking eachother like hungry animals

the next morning you woke up with two super soldiers on top of you one with his hand on your stomach and one with his hand on your boob

you couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight

as you tried slipping from beneath them to start to get ready you were stopped when weight was pressed on too you and multiple pleas were heard

“doll where are you going? it’s too early stay in bed” steve said as he nuzzled his head into your neck

“stevie we have to get ready.” you said stroking his hair through your fingers still a knotted mess from last night

“ready for what?”he said as you felt his eyebrows knit against your neck

“i have a ultrasound appointment scheduled for today.” you said knowing that would wake the both of them up

and it did like two children on christmas morning

“i’ve got breakfast!” bucky said as he kissed you on the cheek and slipped on some joggers to exit the room

“i’ll start getting ready.” steve said as he ran to the bathroom leaving you their giddy at the idea of your boys being this excited for your tiny human that wasn’t even born yet. imagining what they’d be like when it was born.

it took about two hours for you all to be ready and out of the house with a few arguments on why you shouldn’t drive and they should you ended up winning because they had no idea where the doctors office you went to was.

after about a 20 minute drive you had arrived at the doctors office checking in you all sat in the waiting room until your name was called. as you watched bucky and steve’s face all you could see was nervousness in their eyes as they looked around at all the pregnant moms and how different they all looked. some were earlier on in their trimester some were at the very end.

“you okay?” you asked them placing a hand on each of their knees

“hm yeah yeah we’re good! doing fine doll.” bucky said steve nodding in agreement

“alright we’ll their about to call my name so i wanna make sure your alright to head in their…” you said with a grin on your face

“we’re fine just a little nervous!”steve said kissing your cheek

after 5 minutes had past of you and the boys talking about baby names and you repeatedly telling them the baby would not be named ‘buckeve’ which was a name they had made up between a combination of their names your name had finally been called

“y/n?”

in usion your heads all turned to the voice and stood up

“it’s nice to see you all! please follow me!” the nurse said

you followed her to the room and listens to the instructions she gave you

“okay so your doctor is with any other patient right now but he should be too much longer so what i’m gonna have you do is sit tight for a few minutes and he’ll come in and set you up okay?”

with a nod of your head and a smile the nurse left telling all you have to enjoy the rest of your day and that she hopes everything goes well.

a knock on the door had halted your conversation with the boys

“come in!” you said

“we’ll hello y/n! how are you doing?” the doctor with the gray hair and winkled face said as he smiled at you

“hi! i’m doing well thank you! these are my husbands james and steve!” you said motioning to the men on the right of you as they waved

“ah well it’s nice to meet you! are you excited to see your baby for the first time?” he said as he started setting up his equipment

“yes very excited! a little nervous though.” steve said placing his hand on the back of your beck a gesture he would do that made you feel protected

“oh well i promise there’s nothing to be nervous about! everything will be just fine. now y/n can you pull your shirt up so i can place this cream on your stomach?” he said

“yeah of course!” you said lifting your shirt

“alright this is gonna be a litte cold just wanna warn you!” he said as he went to place the cream on your stomach

“oh yeah that’s cold!” you said as he placed the cream all over your stomach

“sorry about that! alright let me get this all set up so we can see your baby!” he said grabbing the wand part of the ultrasound machine

as the doctor got the machine working he explained to you what he was gonna be doing so you could somewhat understand what was going on.

“alright let’s see here! welp that’s your baby their on the screen! your very early on so it’s only the size of maybe a pea now but it’ll definitely grow quickly!” he said as tears filled your eyes and the boys both stared at the screen in awe

“hang on a minute..” the doctor said immediately wiping the look of joy on your face and replacing it with worry

“is something wrong sir?” bucky asked concerned

“no no nothings wrong! i just think i might’ve made a miscalculation that’s all.” he said giving any context

“and that miscalculation would be….” you said impatient

“looks like your having twins! congrats!!” he said with a massive smile on his face showing off his perfectly straight and white teeth

“twins??” bucky said in disbelief while you still couldn’t speak in utter shock and feeling like the happiest woman in the world

“oh my god…we’re gonna have twins!!” you said looking back at bucky and steve as the realization hit you.

“i’ll get these printed out and give you guys a bit of privacy. congratulations you three! these kids are so lucky to have you all.” he said as he walked out

you all sat their in shock and pure joy for what seemed to be forever before a noise was finally heard

you turned back to see bucky trying to wipe the tears falling from his eyes

“oh buck c’mere!” you said with open arms

“i’m sorry doll i’m just so happy. i never in my life would’ve thought anything like this would happen to me. this is the happiest day of my life! you both make me so happy! i just love you so much doll so so much.” he said sobbing into your neck

“i love you more bucky. i’m so proud of you.” you said rubbing his back as you mouthed ‘i’m proud of you too stevie’ to steve and he smiled knowing without you even having to tell him

as the day went on all the boys could talk about was your babies. what their names would be,their genders,how you would dress them,what their nursery would look like, just basically anything and everything.

you just admired the pure admiration on the boys faces as they talked about your children and you couldn’t believe how lucky you were.

#stucky ♡#pregnant!reader x stucky #stucky x pregnant reader #stucky x reader #stucky x you #stucky x y/n #stucky fluff #stucky smut #stucky angst #marvel #marvel fanfiction #marvel masterlist

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donald4spiderman · 3 years

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Can you write something where you and spencer try viagra for the first time together, your sex life is fine you just wanna see the difference 🙏

THIS IS SO FUNNY I LOVE THIS YES ALSO NORMALIZE THE USE OF SEXUAL AIDS FOR ALL PEOPLE PLS THERES NO SHAME IN IT!!!

TW: sex, semi sub!spencer

“Do you think...” Spencer begins with a pensive tone, wringing his slender hands together, “We could try Viagra?”

“We?” You chortle, looking up at your boyfriend while seated on the couch.

“By we, I mean me.”

You raise a brow, “Why? Are you having... issues?” You point a finger in the general direction of his crotch. You’re unsure of how to phrase what you want to say without making Spencer uncomfortable. A blush settles over his neck anyway.

“N-No. Trust me. I don’t have any difficulties regarding my... sexual arousal.” He giggles nervously. “I just want to try it— just once— you know, to see if it makes any life-changing difference.”

You stand up to sling your arms around his neck, “Well, I am more than satisfied with our sex life. But, I’m down to be the beneficiary of this little experiment.” You give him a short peck on the lips, and he smiles.

“Okay. This could be r-really fun, right? We can record data and time things and—“

You interrupt him with another kiss, “You are quite the mad scientist, Spencer Reid.”

“Always have been.”

A few days pass, neither of you bringing up Spencer’s sexual experiment. The idea seemed to excite him at first, but the more he pondered over the logistics of having to obtain said Viagra, the more hesitant he became.

“I just don’t wanna have to go down to the store and shuffle around as a cashier rings up my purchase of one unit of Viagra.” He groans. “Going to the store is already awkward enough, and I know those cashiers love to judge me—“

“Spencer,” You sigh, “We live in the 21st century. The internet exists. I’ll order some off of Amazon.”

“Ohhh.” Spencer smiles. “Thank you.”

“No problem, babe.”

Your package arrives perfectly timed. It’s a lazy Sunday afternoon free from the BAU. Neither you nor Spencer have any chores to do or errands to run. So the ding at your front door makes the both of you jump up in excitement. You’re excited because he’s excited.

“Okay,” Spencer announces as he unveils the pack of Viagra, “We need to eliminate as many outside factors or variables that could prompt any sort of erection or sexually aroused response from me. This means I can’t see you, and I can’t envision having sex with you— which will be even harder— so I essentially have to forgo any sexual anticipation to see the full effects of this drug. I also want to test the reduction in my refractory period. So we need to measure the time between the first and second round of sex.”

“Spoken like a true doctor.” You laugh. “Also, I’m flattered that I arouse you.” You wiggle your brows to which he shakes his head with a chuckle.

“So, I’m going to take this, wait 30 minutes, and then we can begin.”

“I’ll be looking forward to it.”

Spencer announces from the bedroom that you can enter. Despite the many, many times you’ve had sex, he still fidgets nervously on the bed.

“When should we start the timer?” You ask, stripping off your shirt.

“I-I guess as soon as we begin.”

You reach over the nightstand to press the green button on Spencer’s phone.

He grins before connecting his lips with yours. You waste no time seated yourself in his lap— he’s already rock hard (as expected from the Viagra), but it's not unusual since he tends to get excited very easily.

He lets out a huff as you slam him back onto the bed, your hand wrapping around his defined jaw. Spencer’s hands find their way to your ass, tugging and squeezing as you grind down on him.

Your clothes are torn off in a wind of flurry, time passing by at the speed of light.

Despite how eager he is, Spencer makes sure to take care of you. He’s not satisfied until you’re cumming twice. Your thighs clamp tightly around his head as his tongue laps and flicks at your clit, letting out a scream as he brings you to your second orgasm.

“This is the moment of truth.” You tease as Spencer lines himself up with your entrance.

“Actually, I’m more testing the effects of Viagra after orgasm.” He states calmly, breath hitching as he sheathes himself into you.

“Fuck.” You moan. “I really don’t care what your testing as long as it means you’re inside of me.”

“Uh-huh.” He sighs, beginning to shift his hips back and forth.

You settle on a steady pace, one where Spencer can focus himself on driving his hips in fluidly. You shake underneath him, breasts bouncing with each thrust. He tosses your leg over his right shoulder, pulling you impossibly closer to him. He always loves to be close to you.

“Such a good boy.” You stammer despite being out of breath. “Make me cum?”

“Y-Yes. Of course.” He nods, bottoming out inside of you. His left-hand moves to your clit, circling it lightly either two digits.

“There we fucking go.” You sigh, the knot in your stomach cooking tighter, ready to snap at any moment. “Fuck. I’m gonna come, Spence.”

He continues the stimulation on your clit as he reaches his high. You know how easily he can cum with you, and it takes a lot of strength for him to hold off. Once he feels your thighs quiver and your back arch of the bed, he allows himself to let go, knowing you’ll follow right behind him.

“(Y/N)...” He gasps, jaw slack as his body shakes, releasing himself inside of you. You’re spawning shortly after, screaming out a high-pitched version of what’s supposed to be his name.

You both panting heavily as Spencer pulls himself out of you, falling onto his back next to you.

“That was amazing.” You smile, placing a kiss on his neck. “But nothing out of the ordinary.”

“I know.” He grins back, cocky as ever, soaking up your praise.

“That’s why we’ll have to try again.”

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doubts.

| loki x reader | fluff |

anon requested. loki kinda degraded sub!reader and she scrunches up all tiny and sobs afterwards because she thought he meant what he said

cw: slightly smutty, slightly angsty

You begged Loki to let you come, fighting against the magical restraints your dom had placed around your wrists and ankles.

“Oh, you want to come so bad you’re crying? You desperate, pathetic whore. You’re so fucking filthy, have you no shame?” Loki sneered, the words sending arousal pooling deep in your belly, even though you fought against it. Your body jolted at the slap administered to your inner thigh, a pained cry escaping your lips.

You’d been acting up and testing Loki’s patience, which is what earned you this punishment, your pleasure being dangled in front of you, just out of reach. You’d broken his rules, and he’d had enough of your attitude.

“Come now before I change my mind,” Loki’s tone was dangerous, and the pressure inside of you shattered. He followed your lead, finishing inside of you before he pulled out and made the restraints vanish.

As the pleasure wore off, his words echoing in your mind, You desperate, pathetic whore. You’re so fucking filthy, have you no shame?

Loki stood off of the bed, going to run you a hot shower. As soon as he’d stepped away, a sob tore through your chest, your shoulders heaving as you cried. You curled up in a ball, feeling small and alone on his massive bed.

Loki heard you crying, and he felt like his heart was being ripped out of his chest. He abandoned the shower and ran to your side, kneeling down on the bed. You looked so tiny and fragile, folding in on yourself. His chest ached when he heard your soft sounds and saw the way your hands trembled as you tugged at your hair, trying to self-soothe. He reached out to pull your hands away, wanting to keep you from anxiously tearing the hair from your sensitive head.

“My darling-” his voice cracked when you jerked away from him. You hiccuped on your broken sobs as they wrecked you, emotion flooding every last thought and turning you into a mess.

Loki’s magic sparked around you, cleaning you up and leaving you both in loose clothing. The green shimmer surrounded you, Loki’s fruitless attempt to touch you without frightening you. It was warm, and seemed to buzz with its own life, but didn’t make you feel any better.

“My darling, have I hurt you? Tell me whatever is wrong so that I may fix it,” Loki begged, wanting nothing more than to pull you into his arms.

“Don’t touch me, please,” you tried to catch your breath, wanting to get your keys and leave.

He sank back, giving you space. His eyes were concerned and sad, and he fought against the urge to pierce into your mind, ripping the truth from you. The door vanished from the wall as you tried to run out, and you whipped around to face the god, who was kneeling on the bed and looking wounded. There was no exit, Loki keeping you contained to the bedroom until your devastation was resolved.

“Y/N, I won’t let you leave when you’re so upset. You cannot drive safely. If you wish, I can take you anywhere you want to go,” Loki fretted, and though you knew he was right, you only grew more and more upset.

“Come to me, darling,” Loki opened his arms, the authority in his voice making you comply. You knew this was a fight you couldn’t win. You’d end up in Loki’s arms confessing your pain whether by his will, or your own.

Your sobs broke his heart, and he slowly wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you down into his lap. He held you firmly, and eventually your struggling subsided as you let yourself weep against his chest.

“Please don’t make me pry the truth out of you,” Loki begged softly into your hair. He didn’t want to add to your pain, he only wanted to fix it. He was very aware that sifting through your mind to take your private thoughts was something that made you feel extremely violated. He wanted you to tell him on your own, but he wouldn’t let you keep such heartbreaking secrets from him.

“Y-you... did you mean what you said about me? That I was pathetic, and d-desperate and a whore?” You sobbed out, stammering over your words.

“Oh, oh my goodness. My darling, I am so sorry. I never meant any of that. I thought you understood I just said it in the scene... please my love, I adore you more than all of the stars. Never think you are not the most perfect, beautiful, eloquent, and lovely person in my eyes. I love you, I will never say such horrible things again.” Tears flowed freely down Loki’s face. You were startled, unused to seeing raw emotion from him, especially not guilt. It hadn’t occurred to you that the words Loki had spoken were just part of the scene, part of the sex you were having. He wasn’t typically fond of degradation, but he was experimenting in the moment, never expecting it to be received as genuine.

There was no room for doubt in his words. He meant his love then, and he would spend the rest of his life proving his love to you.

His strong arms cradled you against his body, trying to hold you together.

“I’m so sorry, so sorry,” he breathed apologies like a repetitive prayer.

You listened to his heartbeat, letting the rhythm slow your racing mind. Your sobs eventually subsided, calmed by the steady circles of his hand on your back.

“I forgive you,” your lips moved against the underside of his jaw.

“Please always stop me, tell me then, if anything at all makes you feel even the slightest bit unsafe. I never want you to feel this way again, certainly not at my fault,” Loki begged, and you nodded before burying your face back in him.

“Do you still love me?”

“I love you the most,” you promised.

Loki talked you into staying the night, doting on you to the point you were almost smothered. His magic conjured everything you wanted, even in the back of your thoughts.

“Do you want to go get some?” He asked, and you turned, tilting your head in confusion.

“To Paris. For the macarons.”

“You’re reading my thoughts,” you sighed softly, but a smile graced your expression as you kissed him.

“No, I’m sleepy. Maybe tomorrow?” You asked, and he nodded, sweeping you off your feet and carrying you back to bed.

You situated yourself in his arms, your back against his chest. His larger frame shielded you, wrapping you in safety and warmth. You slept soundly with him, the pain and uncertainty from the afternoon long gone and replaced by his love.

The smell of coffee rose you out of your sleep. Your eyes took a few moments to adjust to the soft light spilling in through the windows, and you sat up, suddenly realizing you weren’t in Loki’s bedroom at his apartment, where you’d fallen asleep.

“Loki?!” You called, and he leaned in the doorway.

“Good morning. I didn’t mean to frighten you. We took a short trip in your sleep. We’re at my Paris flat.”

You smiled, stretching your arms above your head as you yawned. Loki put a coffee in your hands, leaning down and kissing your forehead.

“If I cry will you spoil me more often?” You teased lightly, and he shot you his signature dom look of warning, making you shudder.

“It breaks my heart to see you cry, my darling,” Loki’s tone was apologetic, guilt still left over from the day before. You squeezed his arm as you sipped your coffee.

“I’m okay,” you swore, earning another kiss from your lover.

“Mm. Finish that up and we’ll go to the patisserie down the street.”

“Yes, sir.”

He smiled, happy you were cheered up and back to normal. He moved his fingers and a pretty sundress appeared hanging on the back of the washroom door for you, delicate white flats placed below.

“Dressing me up like your little doll?”

“Careful, or I will dress you, after I get that attitude in line.”

“I love the dress. And I can put it on by myself,” you apologized, pecking his lips before walking to the bathroom.

You returned in the sundress, a white beret adorning your head along with it. You relished in the bright smile Loki rewarded you with. In a shimmer of green, he was dressed in pastels that matched your own. You loved to see him in casual clothes instead of the Asgardian armor he frequently wore, and he indulged you for this small Parisian vacation.

“You look stunning, my darling.”

Giggles erupted from your lips, making Loki’s heart soften. He dipped his head down to kiss you, making your nose scrunch up in the cutest way that he loved. His long, slender fingers folded with yours, holding your hand as the two of you made your way out of the flat and onto the bustling street. You were thankful for the sunny weather, greatly improving your mood from the rough night in New York’s rain.

“Feeling better?”

“Much,” you nodded.

“Let’s get some crepes. Sound good?”

“Sounds perfect, Loki.”

The young god pecked your lips before pushing you inside of a patisserie.

“Salut,” the girl working called to the two of you as the bell clinged on the door.

“Darling, what would you like? We can take some macarons to go,” Loki asked, pointing to the pastries behind the glass.

You chose a few, and Loki rattled off your order in French to the shopkeeper, taking the bag from her and moving you to sit at a table in the corner for your crepes.

“Can we stay in Paris for a couple of days? Just us, not any of the distractions from New York,” you asked, leaning your head against his shoulder and accepting the bite he fed you.

“Most certainly.” He kissed the sugar off of your lips before the two of you left for a park with your snacks for later. Loki held your hand as you walked along a low stone wall beside him, your eyes level with the extra height.

“Y/N, you must know that you are so, so terribly loved.”

You turned and snaked your arms around his neck, looking deep into his crystal blue eyes.

“I do not doubt your love, Loki.”

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