#that would be like watching a dog return home after being missing and NOT cry

[ghostpebble]

someone should write a fic and name it "a boy, his brother, and a robot" or some variation off of hiro's story synopsis to granville BEFORE I DO

#i cried #no way i couldnt #that would be like watching a dog return home after being missing and NOT cry #tadashi hamada #hiro hamada #baymax #big hero 6 #big hero 6 the series #bh6ts

[rosie-rosem]

i know

❥ pairing: dad!husband!heeseung x mom!wife!femreader

❥ genre: fluff to angst to fluff, comfort, parents!au,

❥ summary: heeseung is a busy man, always gone at work or too tired to do anything but sleep. hyunjae, their son misses his dad, and so does y/n, so when she expresses her feelings to heeseung how does he react?

❥ warnings: crying?, grammar mistakes, not proofread

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WC: 2.2k

A/N: hope you enjoy :) i felt like making something like this all day, now i’ve finally pushed myself to do so.

“hi baby, how was your nap?” you ask you your sleepy son whom came from his room into the kitchen, he nods softly with pouted lips. You clean off your hands after tidying up a bit and walk over to him. “where’s daddy?” he asks. “it’s only 3 pm, he’s still at work” you answer him, he sighes. you sigh back then kneel down to him, “how about we got visit his office, hm?” you ask your pouty son. he shakes his head, “no” he quickly says while looking down. “why?” you turn you head to the side like a dog trying to get a better look at his face. “I don’t like him” his bottom lip quivers slightly. “he’s never never here, and he doesn’t love me.” he frowns once again, you body stiffens at the boy’s words about his dad. “hyunjae, your dad does love you, a lot! but he’s just extra busy with everything at work right now, okay?” you say to him, rubbing you cheek softly. he soon begins to cry, “does daddy talk to you at least?” he sniffles while speaking. “oh? why do you mean?” you wipe his tears, “he never really talks to me, but does he talk to you mommy?” he asks. you close your mouth and think for a bit, heeseung never really talks to either of you when he gets home. “a bit, yeah.” you lied, not wanting him to get even more upset. “well at least he talks to his wife.” he crosses his arms and you chuckle before patting his head.

“i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to make you upset hun” you hug him softly, he returns the hug before saying “it’s okay, but i don’t really feel like visiting daddy.” he opens up. you nod “okay.” you understand how he feels, you’ve been ‘ignored’ the past few weeks as well, and it’s very difficult on your end too. yet, you want to keep a good attitude around hyunjae because he’s so important to you and seeing him hurt is painful.

you and hyunjae decided to watch a movie together before heeseung came home, just because. “what movie should we watch?” you ask him, “mm…cars!” he says, already spread out all over the couch, you chuckle “sounds good!” you put the movie on and you both snuggle close together while watching it.

it’s around 5 pm when the movie ends, and you begin to make dinner while hyunjae plays with some of his toys. heeseung still hasn’t gotten back from work, which is normal around this time, but you really are hoping he’ll come on time tonight. you were making a simple dinner, but one that both heeseung and hyunjae loved. hyunjae whined at not being able to eat it yet from it smelling so good. “we can eat when your dad gets home.” you chuckle at him while he pouts in return. “you’re a little pouty baby” you grab his cheeks, and he rolls his eyes at you. you gasp dramatically before grabbing him “who taught you this attitude?” you joke. “you” he says while leaning close to your face, “oh yeah.” you squint at him before tickling him until he screams and begs you to stop while his cute little giggles leave his mouth. once you stop, he catches his breath and kisses your cheek, “i love you, mommy.” he smiles, in return you kiss all over his little face, “i love you more” you say and he giggles in return.

after a long wait, it’s already 6:30 pm and heeseung still isn’t home, you and hyunjae already ate, knowing heeseung probably would be late and you both didn’t want the food to go cold. “it’s okay mommy, i’m sure he’s coming home soon.” your son assures you, you smile and nod back to him. once you both finish eating you both sit down on the ground in the living area and play together. “i’m going to use the bathroom mommy.” he says before rushing off. you fidget on you phone, looking at your messages with your husband, but there’s no texts from him at all. you sigh but soon hear the house door opening, you quickly stand up and walk over to heeseung and give a soft smile to him, to which he returned a somewhat fake one. “hi, how was your day?” you take his coat off for him, while speaking, “tiring” he sighs, you bite the inside of your cheek before rushing over to the kitchen, “I made your favorite, ramen.” you smile while offering it to him. his eyes look from the food to you, who looks pretty as always. “i’m not really hungry, sorry y/n” he says before walking somewhere behind you. ‘y/n’ it’s your name, yes, but not what he usually calls you.

“where’s jae?” he asks, “bathroom” you say, you quietly walk over to the kitchen once more to put away the extra food, while doing so you start to get a throbbing headache. “i’m going to do some paperwork” he pats your shoulder before leaving to the bedroom. you feel very upset afterwards, you sit on the couch and rub you head. “what’s wrong mommy?” hyunjae comes over to you after finishing up in the bathroom. “oh, i’ve just got a bit of a headache” you say, not wanting him to worry. “i’m sorry mommy.” he says, he looks around the room and sees his dad’s shoes by the door. “daddy’s here!?” he asks, you nod in return. “say goodnight to him because you need to be getting ready for bed soon.” you say, hyunjae nodding in response.

“daddy!” hyunjae burst’s into the room to see his dad, although he’s upset with him he still missed him. “hey bud” heeseung hugs his son. “you talked!” the boy says, excited. heeseung just sat there a bit confused by what he meant. “anyway i just wanted to see you before bed. goodnight, i love you” hyunjae says, “night son” heeseung responds. the truth is, hyunjae was hoping for an ‘i love you’ back but maybe he expected to much. he sighed before leaving the room.

after you put hyunjae off to bed you clean up a bit, although the headache and once that is done you decide to try to go to sleep early, so you head into your bedroom. “imma head to bed.” you walk over to heeseung while saying. he turned to you before nodding “okay, i’ll be quiet, night.” he’s says you just give a sad smile in return which he doesn’t notice. you hop in bed after doing the things necessary before so.

after trying to sleep for a while, you’re not able too. you have a lot on your mind, mainly about hyunjae and his feelings toward his dad at the moment, yours too. you were frustrated with heeseung, with how he was acting. you sat up, head still pounding. “heeseung, we should talk” you say, he spins his chair around to face you, “oh you’re awake? uh, i can’t right now, i’m a bit busy.” he bit his lip from the amount of work he had to finish. “i’m not asking you, i’m telling you.” you spoke sternly. “oh okay.” he says, “what’s up?” he turns his full attention to you, for once.

“listen, i get you’ve been busy with the company lately and all that, but i’ve been realizing that you haven’t been spending time with your family.” you share, “jae told me he thinks you don’t love him, which really breaks my heart because you do, i know you do, but it’s just..” your heart hurts during this, and so does heeseung’s, you can clearly tell just by the look on his face. “it’s just, hard. for both of us and jae is such a good kid, who deserves love from both parents, everyone does. but it’s like he has a dad, yet he doesn’t.” you began to tear up, you’ve been feeling so alone lately, it’s all hitting you now. “and i…i feel like i’m not even in a relationship anymore. i feel like i’m the only one in this relationship hee.” you cried to him, you were only thinking of negative thoughts. “do you…do you have someone else?” you asked while wiping some tears. “hey, what do you mean?” you says, sitting closer to you. you’re head felt like bursting, it’s hurt so bad, you just needed to lay down. “ i understand that none of this was planned, and we were young, we still are but it was so good at first and now it’s just…not” you messed with your hair, while heeseung was trying to take in everything you dumped on him. “i need to sleep, i have a really bad headache and i don’t think i can handle it any longer.” you rubbed your head and he just nodded, getting off the bed and back to the desk. he was so taken aback, it was obvious. you did feel guilty but you were in so much pain that at the moment all you could think about was sleeping.

you slept in that next morning because it was the weekend and you needed extra rest. as you are waking up you feel secure, a hand wrapped around your body pulling you into theirs. you sighed, not wanting to wake up heeseung you quietly got up and left the bedroom. you didn’t know why he was home, he usually works on the weekends so you were confused. you decided to not drink any coffee this morning and have some water instead because you still had a tiny bit of a headache but it was hardly noticeable. you let the boys sleep more and began to make some food.

you were making pancakes, jae’s favorite. the pan was sizzling from the batter getting pouring onto it, it smelt great but you felt upset the whole time you were awake from last night. you didn’t want to look upset in front of jae but at the moment you couldn’t help how you felt. while flipping the pancakes you feel two arms slide around your waist, and a head rest on your shoulder. it was silent, but you felt hot breathing on your neck which gave you goosebumps, and his fingers which would slightly twitch out of nowhere. “i’m sorry.” he spoke, which you clearly heard from his mouth being so close to your ear. you sighed. “i know.” you said, “i’m sorry too.” you apologized in return which made him confused. “why?” he turned you around after you slid the perfectly brown pancake on a different plate. you were facing each other “because i just dumped all that on you last night.” you felt guilty once again because of it. “i’m not upset at you because you told me how you felt. i’m glad you did.” he placed his hands on your cheeks and slowly rubbed them. “i’m glad because if you hadn’t i wouldn’t have know how my family felt” he sighed but gives a soft smile to you. “i know i’ve been busy, and will be but i promise to not only make it up to you guys but to spend more time with you both.” he moves his hands from your cheeks to your waist which he grabs and pulls you into a hug. you gladly return the hug.

once you hear the noise from the stove you quickly let out a gasp and turned around quickly causing you to accidentally hit your finger on the hot pan. “ahh ssss” you shriek in pain, heeseung sees and quickly leads you to the sink. “ keep it under the water, i’ll go get a bandage” he rushes, you just nod with your eyebrows furrowed from the pain. once heeseung comes back he helps you put ointment and a bandage on your finger. “thanks.” you smile he let out a soft laugh” of course. heeseung slowly backs you into the counter and leans in, trying to kiss you. you lean in also and when your lip were about to touch you both get interrupted. “good morning” hyunjae yawns. you walk away from your position with heeseung and walk over to jae. “morning baby.” you kiss his cheek he did the same in return. “morning jae” heeseung comes over and picks up his son. “morning dad” he said, formally. “dad? no daddy?” heeseung pouted, jae shakes his head in return. heeseung knows what this is about. “you know i love you hyunjae, right?” heeseung looks at jae with so much love and care in his eyes. “i know.” jae says, beginning the smile “i love you too daddy.” he giggles and heeseung gives him a happy smile in return. you smile at your boys. “mmm i smell pancakes” jae says while heeseung sets him back to his feet. “ yep! made then special for you, so go get dressed and then you can have as many as you would like” you tell him while playing with his bed head hair. he nods then quickly runs off to his room.

you look to heeseung and give him a smile, although he returns it with a smirk. he pulls you close to him from your arms then blocking you in by firmly holding your waist. “i missed you” you say. “i know” he says before kissing you, you smile into the kiss.

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© rosie-rosem

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#enhypen #enha #kpop #heeseung #fanfic #enhypen fluff #enhypen angst #enhypen comfort #comfort fic #cute #angsty #heeseung x reader #enhypen parents au #enhypen ff #enhypen heesung #hope you enjoy #heeseung imagines #heeseung drabbles #kpop drabbles #lee heeseung

[bonefall]

BB!Acorn Fur -> Acorn Swoop

[ID: The Better Bones version of Acorn Fur, now called Acorn Swoop. She is a sleek, chestnut-brown cat with smooth, round accents, scotty-dog whiskers, and amber eyes. She's running and giving the camera a salute.]

One of Thunder Storm's greatest allies, a loyal childhood friend with a penchant for always showing up in the nick of time!

When Clear Sky rejected his son Thunder Storm, infuriated by his missing hind leg and the gall of the ancestors to try and challenge him, Tall Shadow broke off her supporters in protest to this continued cruelty. Hawk Swoop and Jackdaw Cry were with them, giving birth to their children in Shadow's Clan.

Acorn Swoop, Lightning Cry, and Thunder Storm grew up together. A little trio of terrors, always getting underfoot. Even though Thunder Storm's path eventually drove him to investigate SkyClan to learn from Clear Sky, he always knew they would welcome him back when he came home.

Acorn Swoop was there, watching in horror, when Turtle Heart died in the attempt to retrieve her kittens from Tom. It only became worse, when she returned home with the children, to find that Tall Shadow had decided Bumble was no longer welcome without her mate to hunt for her.

But even Bright Storm, closest friend of the deceased Gray Wing the Wise, was accepting the ruling. She felt her rage drain away, replaced by self doubt. Was this right? It was true that Bumble couldn't hunt or care for herself...

Thunder Storm returned shortly after, having seen the truth about Clear Sky, shocked into fury. When Bright Storm tried to explain everything to him, she was cut off. "I didn't think I'd come home to find another Clear Sky!"

Acorn Swoop couldn't believe she'd ever believed such a thing! That moment was the birth of ThunderClan, breaking away from ShadowClan to charge into the woods, their mission; find Bumble. Some say it was a stroke of great luck that they found her just as Clear Sky did, intercepting his thrashing. Acorn would gleefully counter with, "A swoop always arrives in the nick of time!"

After her death, she is hailed as a Patron of Prra, an untranslatable Clanmew concept roughly meaning "promptness" or "good timing." She's invoked for hunting, humor, and for things to begin and end when they should.

Alignment: Proto-ThunderClan

Family: Swoop & Cry

Time Period: Dawn Era

Relations: Hawk Swoop & Jackdaw Cry (parents), Lightning Cry (brother), Red Claw (mate), Shell Claw & Sleek Swoop (children) Lightning Storm & Feather Cry (nespring)

More changes below the cut!

BB!DOTC has a brand new naming system! Ancient Tribe cats have a last name system, arbitrarily inherited from the mother or father.

So Swoop and Cry both have their parent's last names! Hopefully this will help everyone not forget they're siblings. I did consider calling her Acorn Cry, but I think the Swoop Family is a really cute one.

Unlike canon, Bright Storm is one cat, and she is a major part of the story. Thunder Storm considers Shaded Flower his adopted father.

Gray Wing the Wise was the first cat to die during the Sun Trail.

Acorn and Lightning are not Thunder's adopted siblings in any way.

Thunder and Lightning become mates by the end of DOTC, making Acorn his sis-in-law.

In-canon she's described as being short and stocky and kinda cutesy. That doesn't quite fit what I mean to do with her, so Acorn Swoop is gangly and leggy.

In a more anthro universe I feel like she would be a great mailman, somehow

Because Moth Flight's Vision is now Moth Flight's Vow, and a completely different story with a new reasoning behind the Cleric's Vow, Acorn Swoop does not have the canon conflict with StarClan trying to shame her choosing medicine or marriage.

And, because I refuse to magically conjure up characters to be convenient mates for the main characters, Thunder's canon litter has been split in 2.

Shell Claw and Sleek Swoop (prev. Sleek Fur) belong to Acorn Swoop and Red Claw. Lightning Storm and Feather Cry are born to Lightning Cry and Thunderstar.

But, I'm not sure yet if this is before or after Thunderstar's Justice. I do know, however, that Lightning Cry doesn't live to see his children.

Acorn Swoop is very close to them all as a result, plus her children being the same age as her nespring. She's always been there for Thunderstar in the past, and that's not about to stop any time soon.

You may eventually notice some similarities between her and Sharpclaw when we get there. That's intentional! She is one of his distant ancestors!

By extension, she is the ancestor of Hawkwing, Violetshine, Twigbranch, Rootspring, and Needleclaw.

She also has some descendants in most Clans just by virtue of exponential ancestry, but it's uncanny for the Sharpkin.

In terms of personality, she's cheerful and daring. Acorn takes pride in herself and her family, but can still doubt herself at times. She's a fantastic hunter, and catches well above her share of food to provide for the Clan. Thunderstar is beyond grateful to have her on his side.

In the Modern Era, many of the cats of BB!DOTC have long since been venerated. By now, Acorn Swoop has become an ancient and powerful Patron of Promptness. We might consider her a sort of god of 'chance,' but to Clan cats, "Prra" is a virtue that's hard to translate.

It's perfect timing. It's prey who only looks up when it's already too late. It's a friend of another Clan whose patrol happens to sync up to yours. It's primroses that poke through the melting frost just as you believe winter will never end.

She's invoked when you're stuck anticipating, or when you have to time something just right. It's perfect moments and comedic timing, things that can't just be replicated on a whim.

#BB!Acorn Fur #Acorn Swoop #BB!DOTC #better bones au #character summary

[welovelouisandbucky]

Faith

Teaser

A/n: I'm really sorry for the wait, my Tumblr was not letting me post this it got messy anyway. And I'd like to say English is not my native language and I'm sorry for the mistakes, and positive criticism would very much be appreciated:) and feel free to ask if you want to be added to the taglist

Pairing: Steven Grant x teen!reader Marc Spector x teen!reader

Summary: reader is a single teen parent who lives on her own with her kid. One night her kid went missing and then she found her with none other than our Steven

"Oh bollocks! This is not how it looks I swear!" Steven panics. Stepping away from the pissed off lady, almost like he's trying to run, which makes the situation ten times worse.

Steven has faced many things in life, every worst case scenario possible, you imagine. Whether it was accidentally knocking down the new packages at work that read 'FRAGILE' and almost getting fired afterwards, or when one day he was stepping down from the bus, half awake and half asleep. He tripped over his feet and fell face first and took an old lady with him; he was fine but the lady was hospitalized for weeks. Or one time he was walking around a park, again, half awake he accidentally stepped onto a stray dog's tail. That day he ran like that cameraman for like half an hour and not because the dog stopped chasing him no, no because Marc decided to have little mercy on him by taking control. Even more, but none of them were this bad, where he was being accused of kidnapping a child. 

And the kid approached him first!

He was just back from his soul drowning day at 'work'. Today was a hell of a day. And he wanted nothing more than to just get to his home and feed Gus the second, and plop himself on the bed and drift away to sleep. 

But at the main door as he was finding his keys, he felt a little tug on his pants, looking down he saw a girl no older than three or four, smiling up at him. He instantly tensed up, looking around the lobby trying to figure out who's kid is this, and why did they let the toddler freely roam all over the lobby. Concerned, he scrunched down to her level and began asking her questions softly: where's your mum? What's your name, little love? What are you doing here all by yourself at this time, huh? Do you live here? 

The girl answered some of them by nodding her head, and quietly said her name,"Faith," and pointed to the door behind Steven. 

He picked her up and was ready to return her safely to her mum, but then a girl barged through the door. In alarmed mode Steven took a step back, second mistake. Don't ever step back if you are returning a child to their guardian, it will make the situation worse. And that's what Steven didn't know, so here he is panicking. 

Suddenly Marc decided to speak up.

Put the fucking kid down, you moron! You look like you're 'bout to run off with her! 

Marc shouts at Steven, clearly just as panicked as Steven. Steven looks at the kid he is holding and immediately puts her down, the probable guardian of the child takes Faith into her arms, protectively. 

…

Panic. Fear. Guilt.

Is what y/n had been feeling since Faith disappeared. 

All this happened in one minute. She had just left her in the living room to put the folded clothes in their place and when she returned, boom, Faith wasn't there. She searched the whole apartment, looking for a single sign of Faith but no, it's like she disappeared into thin air. But just to be confirmed before reaching out to police she checked the whole apartment twice but still no trace of Faith. She started crying three minutes after Faith's disappearance, so near to panic attack. She is blaming herself for it. If she hadn't left Faith all by herself she would've been in her arms watching Frozen, but putting clothes away was more important than her fucking daughter! 

She's scared to death, if something happened to Faith she'll never forgive herself for it. How can she let this happen in the first place? Million wrong things crossing her mind, what if something happened to her? What if she got hurt? Or worse, what if someone kidnapped her? Or what if she somehow gets to the road and car–no no no, this can't be real. This has to be a dream! This is the worst nightmare ever. 

She quickly picks up her phone and gets out of the apartment. If she has to take her daughter from Lucifer's lap she'll do it without missing a beat, she'll do anything for her. Two steps out the door, she sees her. Her Faith, in the arms of their weird neighbour. The guy who trashed the bathroom of the museum and got fired, and that's not it. Everyone has been saying he talks to himself a lot. And the sweet lady down the lobby said, one time in the elevator he started screaming out of sudden, and there was nothing. Everyone in the building said he's crazy, and needs the help of a psychiatrist. He always looked like hadn't slept for years with the dark circles under his eyes, and a deep frown on his face. And always clumsily walking into walls and or doors, and talking to some imaginary people. He looked like he's on drugs all the time, and the museum news says it all. He is walking a red flag, and you were his neighbor living right across from him. 

You always kept Faith out of his gaze and changed your path whenever you saw him somewhere. 

And seeing him with your daughter, terrified you. You shot over there and yelled at him. 

"What the hell are you doing with my child?!" You are fuming with anger. He looked at you panicked, taking a step back and that angered you more.

"Oh bollocks! This is not how it looks, I swear!" He said taking yet another step backwards, and let go of Faith. You quickly pull her into a protective mama bear hug. Relief washing over you. 

"Look, I know that was looking bad but I swear I wasn't trying to do what you're thinking, I swear!" He speaks up suddenly, you glare daggers into his soul. Scared, he backs up. 

#marvel #marvel incorrect quotes #incorrest meme #steven grant #moon knight #marc spector #moon knight memes #moon knight incorrect quotes #moon knight x teen!reader #steven grant x teen!reader #marc spector x teen!reader #x reader #marvel fanfic #marvel moon knight #steven grant x reader #marc spector fanart #marc spector x reader #moon knight boys #khonshu #marvel x platonic reader #marvel x teen!reader #moon knight x teen reader

[queeniecook]

June 19

Sometimes there's only so much pipe organ music a being can take.

James had just returned from his second walk around Forgotten Hollow for the day, the sound of the Count's haunting music was driving him insane. So far he had kept his mouth shut, rare for him, for some reason. He wasn't sure why. Maybe he's mind has been elsewhere. He's not making as much progress as he'd like in his quest to cure vampirism. It's aggravating him and Asa both, for different reasons. Liberty had finally indulged him in a martial romp, that increased his mood quite a bit, but nothing could make the constant sulking music better except for it to cease.

Count Straud sits in his normal place, at this favorite pipe organ. He likes the one in the basement too but this one is his favorite, he's had it since he moved into the estate and has it had maintained well over the countless years. Every since that vixen Lilith Vatore had found a way to ban him from her grounds, he's been in a dark mood. Darker than usual. He doesn't like being denied anything, especially something his undead heart actually desires. He hasn't seen her since that night, she's oddly been keeping to her home or visiting who knows who.

"May I have a word, Count Straud?" James beckons, actually using his manners. Vladislaus almost misses a key at the sudden request and cringes.

"Since you asked politely, very well." the ancient vampire responds, slowly rising from his seat after he finishes his song. He follows the warlock downstairs.

"What's eating you, Vlad?" James questions, not that he cares really but if it stops the music for a while, that would be a delight. 

"You people have such strange lingo sometimes..." Vladislaus grumples, nothing could "eat him" but after thought he figures out what James is actually asking him. "None of your business, warlock."

James smirks "Look, you have no friends. No one to talk to. I'm actually offering an captive ear to you, so you might as well just spill it."

"I rather spill your blood all over my rug instead." The Count bites back. 

James actually has a good chuckle at this, which annoys the vampire. "We both know magical blood is too tempting to just spill."

Vladislaus almost huffs at James laughing but keeps his composure in tact. "I'm not telling you anything."

James watches the vampire seated by him and then it hits him, he smirks again. "The spell on the Vatore estate is bugging you, Lilith has blocked you from her home and from getting into her pants." this earns him a glare from Vlad, which James enjoys. 

"How do you know about the spell?" The count asks, still glaring at the warlock. 

"I happened to catch it being cast." James replies, not naming Dakota though it's a bit obvious who did the spell. 

Vladislaus almost grinds his teeth together in anger. A little warning would have been nice but then again, why would James warn him? That would be odd.

Straud is tired of talking about himself, so he flips the conversation to James instead.

"Shouldn't you be off trying to steal the Vatore spawn or something?" He asks James, he sees a flicker of annoyance go across the warlocks face which makes Vladislaus feel accomplished. 

"Firstly, you can't steal something that hasn't been born yet and secondly, why does everyone thinks I'm going to do something to this kid?" James asks, rubbing his head in boredom more than annoyance now.

"Maybe because you hate Caleb and enjoy poking and prodding him when you get the chance?" the vampire supplies as an answer. 

"Fair point. I admit, I've enjoyed watching them get their little guard dogs in a row and get all ready to battle me if I try something." James says, running his fingers through his silky hair. 

Vladislaus nods, he knows if it were him, he'd enjoy it as well but something inside him wants to know if James is going to try something merely so he can warn Lilith. It's her nephew or niece they are talking about.

"They can have their little crying brat. My goal has been accomplished without really even doing anything." James comments before rising to leave. He's done with this conversation. 

#the grant legacy #ts4 legacy #generation 2 #vladislaus straud #james #ts4 #thesims4 #sims 4 #sims4 #simsstories #ts4 story #sims4 storytelling #sims4 story #sims4 legacy

[alipal97]

Lifeline Part V

Part I Part II Part III Part IV

Pairing: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x reader

Warnings: angst, fluff, kissing, mentions of death, angst angst angst, happy ending(or is there?🤔)

It had been weeks, weeks without speaking to Bradley. He made it a very clear point to avoid you and you weren’t exactly going out of your way to see him. The day you broke it off, you returned home to find all of Bradley’s stuff gone and his key sitting on the table. You had cried so much that night, you had to wear sunglasses to work the next day.

You still saw Bradley since he was still apart of Top Gun and still training to be reserve for the next assignment. You would occasionally catch him staring at you but as soon as you looked in his direction he quickly looked away, barely catching a glimpse of his chocolate brown eyes. You missed him but having inherited your father’s stubborn nature you refused to say it.

To say the least, you had been pretty distracted lately and it was getting on Hangman’s nerves. During a flying exercise, you almost clipped one of his wings with your own when you caught sight of a picture of you and Bradley in your cockpit. It was from before the two of you had started dating, back when things were much simpler. You were on Roosters back, both dressed in your flight gear, smiling and laughing at each other rather than the camera. Tears had started to sting your eyes before Hangman’s voice began yelling at you over the headset.

“What the hell was that, Mitchell?” Seresin snatched the helmet off his head as he stalked after you.

The moment you had climbed out of the cockpit you made a beeline for the locker rooms, not wanting anyone to see you cry. You weren’t necessarily sad but you were angry. Angry that you let yourself ruin your friendship with the one person who has always been there for you. You had swallowed your feelings for years but just that one look with his puppy dog, brown eyes you were gone.

“Hey, I said what the hell-“ he stopped short as he pulled on your arm to turn you around, taking in the state of you. You wiped furiously at the tears that dared to fall down your cheeks, trying your best to avoid Hangman’s gaze. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

You shrugged him off, looking around to make sure no one was watching. “Don’t act like you care, Seresin. I don’t need your pity.”

“Look, inside the cockpit we’re a team. Your the pilot and I’m your wingman, but outside of that I’m your friend who wants to know if you’re okay.” Jake said sincerely. When you didn’t answer he put his arms around you, pulling you in for a hug. “Does the reason your so distracted have anything to do with Rooster being such a dick, lately?”

You couldn’t help it anymore, you let it loose and let the tears fall. You wrapped your arms around Jake and buried your face in his chest as sobs wracked your body. It took him by surprise but he was quick to respond, pulling you closer and rubbing soothing circles on your back.

After a few moments, Jake pulled back slightly to look down at you. “Come on. You look like you could use a drink. Go get changed and I’ll meet you outside.”

The two of you went your separate ways to get changed. Instead of changing in the locker room, you walked to your room where you had been staying on base. After the night Rooster moved out and you found his key you had been staying on base, not wanting to stay at the house alone. Bradley had stayed with you for months and without him the house just felt cold and empty.

You walked in and began to unzip your flight suit, shrugging it off, leaving you in a black tshirt and underwear. You walked over to your closet to find something to wear, but became aware of someone sitting in the corner of the room. You whipped around, jumping slightly at the sight of Rooster sitting in the leather chair in the corner of the room. He wasn’t looking at you, he was leaning forward with his arms resting on his knees, hands clasped tightly together as he stared at the ground.

“What the fuck, Rooster?” You yelled, attempting to grab something to cover yourself. It’s nothing he hadn’t already seen before but that didn’t make it any less awkward.

“So you and Bagman huh? Gotta say, I did not see that one coming.” He finally looked up at you, anguish and betrayal written all over his face.

“What are you talking about?” Did he seriously think you were into Jake? You and Hangman were nothing more than friends, you had more of a sibling bond with him than anything.

“I saw you two out on the tarmac. You two looked pretty fucking close for just friends.” He spat out.

“No, stop. First of all there is nothing happening between me and Hangman but if there was you have absolutely no right to be jealous of it. You made your choice when you decided you didn’t want me making you miserable for the rest of your life.”

“That’s not what I meant and you know it.” Rooster shouted in frustration.

“But we both know it’s what you truly meant to say.” You said pulling on your pants and slinging a jacket over your shoulders. You didn’t give him a chance to respond before you walked out to meet Jake who was already sitting in his truck. You climbed up and slammed the door after you, crossing your arms and looking out the window.

“I see Bradshaw came to see you.” Jake said as he pulled away, noting that had to be the reason for your sour mood.

“Just drive.”

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After he dropped you back off at base, a little tipsy and red in the face but seemingly in a better mood, Jake made his way to Rooster’s. He parked his truck in the drive before getting out and making his way up to knock on the door. Rooster opened the door before quickly trying to shut it when he saw Hangman on the other side. Jake put a foot in between the doorframe and the door, using his hand to push it open further. Rooster looked annoyed but he didn’t stop him.

“We need to have a talk.” Jake said as he pushed through the rest of the way.

“What in the hell do we have to talk about?” Bradley looked confused as he made his way to the kitchen.

“Look, I know you’re scared for y/n, we all are. A solo mission without a wingman is incredibly dangerous, but you and I both know if anyone can do it it’s Ghost.” Jake said leaning against the counter. He truly meant what he said. As much as you two butted heads, he really did think you were the one who could complete the mission and come back safely.

“I’m not scared for her. I just don’t think she’s the right pilot for the job.” Rooster shrugged, taking a swig of his beer.

Jake rolled his eyes. “Now do you really believe that?” He raised his eyebrows waiting for an answer.

Rooster sighed and his shoulders sagged. “No, I don’t. She’s the best fucking pilot we’ve got.” He ran a hand down his face. “It’s just-I almost lost her nine months ago, man. I can’t go through that again.”

“You don’t think she knows that? She’s been beating herself up about it since she got the assignment.” Hangman yelled, getting frustrated with the sandy blonde before him. “Which, by the way, Cyclone didn’t give her a choice in taking. Y/n is going to be fine but not if she has this bullshit to distract her.”

Rooster’s head shot up. “What do you mean?”

Hangman sighed. “I mean, she nearly took my wing off today because she couldn’t see through her fucking tears, Rooster.”

“Fuck.” Rooster groaned, head falling into his hands as he leaned against the counter. “I fucked up.”

Jake clapped a hand on his back on his way to the fridge to snag a beer. “Finally something we can both agree on.”

“I have to do something.” Rooster said suddenly. He didn’t know what he was planning to do since the girl wouldn’t hardly look at him, but he needed you to know that he still loved you.

“Woah now, hang on.” Jake said stepping in front of him.

“Hangman, I swear to God if you don’t step out of my way—.” Rooster bit out through clenched teeth.

“Yeah yeah. You can finish your empty threats later but right now you need to listen.” Jake said rolling his eyes. “We’ve all got a big day tomorrow, especially y/n. Let her get some sleep and you can talk to her after. We don’t want to jeopardize the assignment all because she’s falling asleep in the cockpit.”

Rooster sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. As much as he hated to say it, Hangman was right. He didn’t want you getting distracted up there.

It was a long sleepless night for Rooster after Jake left. He berated himself for trying to take away the one thing that you truly loved for. Of course you could fly the mission no problem, you were the best damn pilot he knew, he was just scared. Last time had been a close call and it nearly destroyed him, he didn’t know if he could handle the real thing.

Morning came and as soon as the sun had risen Rooster was out the door and on his way to Top Gun. He drove faster than normal nearly earning himself a few speeding tickets. He slammed the Bronco into park the second he flew into a parking space, exiting the vehicle before sprinting to the locker rooms.

Rooster flew through the door, his eyes searching for you immediately. He was met with an empty room meaning you had to already be on the tarmac. He hit the lockers in frustration on his way out, sprinting as fast as he could in an attempt to catch you before take off.

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You walked, helmet in hand, towards your aircraft perfectly in step with Hangman. You lifted your eyes from their staring at the tarmac beneath you to see Jake looking around.

“What the hell are you looking for?” You asked trying to follow his wandering gaze.

“What?” Jake said with a smirk, finally looking at you. “A guy can’t try and seek out some beautiful ladies to celebrate our victory with later?”

You rolled your eyes at him but continued walking. You were almost to your aircraft when you heard your name being called from behind you. You stopped and turned to find the source.

Mav jogged the rest of the distance between you, holding out the locket your mother had given you before she passed. “You forgot this sweetie.” Your dad looped the chain over your head and tucked the locket in your flight suit right next to your heart.

“Thanks, dad.” You smiled at him, but it didn’t quite reach your eyes.

“Be careful up there, okay?” Mav said pulling you in for a tight hug.

“I will. Jake’s got my back.”

“We’ll go on them before I hold you down and refuse to let you leave.” He said with a chuckle, pushing you in the direction of your jet.

“Y/n!”

This voice stopped you dead in your tracks and before you could even think to turn around, someone had gripped you by the shoulders and was spinning you around. The first thing you see is whiskey brown eyes staring into yours.

“Bradley what the he—“ You hadn’t even gotten the words out before his lips smashed against yours, his strong hands cradling your face.

Just as fast as it happened the kiss ended leaving your lips tingling and your head spinning.

“I was wrong.” Bradley whispered as he leaned his forehead against yours.

“I—“

“Stop.” Bradley interrupted whatever rejection you were about to throw his way. “Let me finish please and then if you still want to kick me, punch me, whatever I don’t care.”

You sighed and nodded, closing your eyes and relaxing slightly in his grip.

“I was wrong to tell you to not take the mission and I sure as hell was wrong for being mad when you did. It was stupid and selfish of me even if I thought I was protecting you. I’ve never seen you more alive than when you’re in the air and I don’t want to take that away from you. You’re the best fucking pilot I know, y/n. I’m so fucking scared to lose you and—“

“Bradley.” You stopped his ranting, gripping his face and forcing his eyes to meet yours. “Please just kiss me.”

Bradley’s lips twitched up at the corners . “Yes ma’am.”

Without hesitation Rooster’s lips met your own in a bruising and passionate kiss. His hands dropped to your waist pulling your body flush against his. A groan slipped past your lips and Bradley swallowed it with his own. A hundred years could’ve passed and neither of you would’ve have known, it was just you and Bradley. Until your father cleared his throat from behind you.

The two of you broke apart and you went to pull away before Bradley reeled you back in and touched his forehead to yours. “Come back to me in one piece, alright?”

You smiled and held up your finger for a pinky promise, something the two of you had done since you were kids. To you it was a promise that could never be broken. Bradley smiled and linked his pinky with yours before bending down to kiss his thumb as you did the same.

“I promise.” You whispered before winking and walking away.

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“Base this is Ghost, target has been destroyed. Returning to base.”

The dagger squad cheered as your voice came over the radio, confirming your success. The hugged and high fived each other, proud of their fellow pilot.

“Well done, Ghost. Be sure to watch for any enemy aircrafts in the area and we’ll see you soon.” Warlock responded, sitting back in his chair.

“Copy that.”

It hadn’t been five minutes into your journey back when you saw an aircraft ahead. You assumed it was your wingman, not understanding why Jake had moved position.

“Hangman? What’s going on? Why are you out of position?” You spoke through your headset. The only response you received was a missile narrowly missing your wing. “Woah. Base we have a bogey dead ahead. Shots fired. Initiating evasive maneuvers.”

Bradley’s blood ran cold as the transmission from you came through. The room had gone quiet as they listened to the on going dog fight between you and the enemy. Bradley’s leg shook with anxiety as Phoenix rested a comforting hand on his shoulder.

“Oh shit! That was a close one. Hangman! I need you to my location. Now!” You shouted through your headset.

“I’m on my way, Ghost. Hang in there.” Jake responded already turned around and on his way to your coordinates.

Minutes ticked by as you attempted to lose the aircraft firing at you. Hangman was no longer of use as he was struck in the wing and had to eject. It was just you now and you were trying your damndest to keep your promise to Bradley.

In one last great attempt to take out your tail once and for all you pulled a few risky moves that, if pulled by someone without experience, could get them killed. Luckily for you, you’re a part of the world’s most elite.

From the ground all that could be seen was a giant explosion that enveloped both aircrafts. It was hard to tell who exploded and who would be making it home to their family and friends tonight.

“Ghost.” Warlock spoke through his headset. “Ghost do you copy.”

Mav closed his eyes and hung his head while Rooster was visibly shaking in his seat. The whole room was so dead silent you could’ve heard a mouse fart.

Warlock tried again. “Ghost, do you read me.”

Nothing but static and then, “Loud and clear, Dumbledore. Enemy is eliminated, heading back to base as we speak. Estimated touchdown in T minus thirty seconds.

Everyone flew out of their seats to run out to the tarmac but no one ran faster than Rooster. By the time he reached your jet, you were hopping out onto wing. Rooster reached up and helped you down before crushing you in a hug.

You pulled back to look up at his tear streaked face. “I kept my promise so what’s my prize?” You said with a cocky smirk.

Bradley smiled and shook his head in disbelief before planting a kiss on your lips. “I fucking love you.”

“I love you too.”

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Only took me about 5 months to finally finish this but I’m back bitches! This is the official end to Lifeline but let me know if you guys want a bonus smut chapter(I promise it won’t take 5 months to write it)

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU FELLOW VIRGO!!! 💜💜🥳🥳 I’m so glad you’re here and staying strong and positive! Hope you could/ can celebrate with all your loved ones and have a great time!!!!!!!!!!! 💜

And may I ask for the prompt "you have to talk to me - I can't read your mind!" (91.) with Tommy Shelby? 🥺💜 That’s all I need 🥺

virgo babies!!! how grateful i am that YOU are here, too, my sweet!!! love you tremendously!!! thank you so very much!!!

i hope this tickles your pickle 🖤

Coming Home

prompt 91: "you have to talk to me - i can't read your mind!"

pairing: Tommy Shelby x female!reader fandom masterlist: Peaky Blinders word count: 2k+ words warnings: explicit language

They used to be a significant staple in Small Heath; where Tommy Shelby prowled, usually, his pretty woman was hung off his arm with a menacing glare of her own. Not dissimilar to a guard dog, it was rare to see one without the other; and often, at the dinner table, patrons of the neighborhood took silent bets on when the middle Shelby boy would pop the question.

Sure, they were young; but love never shone brighter than when radiated from those two. Tommy was rightfully obsessed, and she was head-over-heels for the second eldest Shelby son. Everything he said, or did, resonated with her; stuck to her soul; filled her with love and light.

She was an only child, but with Greta being her closest friend, it was like she suddenly had a sister. And being as Tommy had loved her since they were children, he didn't mind spending his time with the love of his life and her dying friend. It was calm when together.

However, when Greta lost the good fight, Tommy's woman wasn't the same; despair and grief has a way of reconstructing a person. She became harsher, cold like the winter snow; and unpredictable, as if testing the bounds of life, similar to that of a raging thunderstorm. Tommy hated watching his lover waste away from grief, and always did what he thought would help; despite her reverence and distance she created between them.

He didn't give up... Until the war, and he was forced to leave her.

Telling her that he had to leave was the hardest thing Tommy's ever done in his life. It was only a few months after Greta passed, and she was beside herself with grief over the idea of losing her lover, too. She needed Tommy around due to her fear of being alone, but now he was to leave her, too - and she had no honest idea what to do.

"Please, don't go," she begged, holding the lapels of his uniform jacket as a last-ditch effort. The train's whistle sounded behind them, the platform still crowded and noisy. "Tom - my love - please. Jus' run away wit' me. Jus' come away wit' me, please... Don't leave me."

Her Irish accent was slurred with emotion, making Tommy's stony heart sink to his stomach. "You know I can't, sweetheart," he murmured, petting a lock of hair behind her ear. "I'll miss you more than life, doll, wait - please, don't cry. Know I hate seein' yah cry."

"Then don't leave me," she whispered back; eyes and cheeks soaking from the tears she had tried in vain to keep at bay.

"I will come back to you," he promised. "We'll be okay."

He kissed her deeply, passionately; letting Polly hand her baby Finn to hug Tommy goodbye, before the men were swept away by the crowds loading onto the train.

But it was the first lie Tommy told her. While he did come home, he wasn't the same - no man ever was who came back from war. He was cold, distant, rude, detached, and aloof to all things - save for his business.

In the meantime, she had helped Aunt Polly not just keep the Shelby business afloat, but thriving; beginning expansion processes, and ironing out details for future developments when the men returned. Everything in Small Heath changed - again. Men returned and took their old jobs, leaving the once-independent women to be pushed to the sidelines; only, Polly refused to bow out quietly.

With the return of all three Shelby brothers, life was supposed to go back to 'normal', but everyone in Small Heath walked on eggshells when they noted the absence of her on Tom's arm. The distance between the two created tension that the entire town - and Tom's business partners - all felt.

And then... The other woman moved to town.

Grace was a beautiful, blonde, well-put-together woman who had stolen Tommy's eye the moment she breezed into her new job at the Garrison pub. And Tom's girl was forced to watch the pair glide around one another like a pair of courting swans, all delicate when she had endured his hardening edges from before. It wasn't fair. It fucking hurt to watch the two slowly grow closer together; strengthening their trust and desire in one another.

Small Heath was sure to burn when Tom's girl caught sight of them.

Yet, when Tommy was dancing around Grace, he kept an eye on his woman. He noted the way she had retreated into herself and often avoided all of the Blinders, yet couldn't walk away from her in-full. He knew he never could move on from her, and while Grace was a nice distraction, his woman was all Tommy knew and all he wanted.

When he came home and saw her on the train's platform, he wanted nothing more than to take her in his arms and never let go. Yet she just held an older-Finn's hand as the three men disembarked their train, letting the little boy rush forward to greet his big brothers. When Tommy looked up, she had disappeared; and he didn't know until later, that Finn only ever knew about Arthur, Tommy, and John because of the way she kept them all alive with conversation and stories. Finn was far too young to remember them when they first left for war, and Tom's heart lightened at the idea of his woman telling Finn bedtime stories of them all.

For weeks, the isolation continued, and Tommy hated how he decided to cope. Smoking opium seemed the only remedy for Tom's overactive mind; yet, one night, he found himself wondering the dark, damp, cold brick streets of Birmingham. With about 4 or 5 glasses of whiskey under his belt, Tom had skipped the pipe, and chose to wonder around with a half-drank bottle of whiskey held in a loose fist.

His feet lead him to her old family home, and up to her front door; his heart forcing his hand to raise and pound against the wood. The bottle sloshed as he took another unsteady pull of alcohol, setting the bottle aside to a stone step to let him time to adjust his suit jacket and vest. He wanted to look presentable - to show her that he hadn't changed as much as she thought.

When she opened the dark wood that separated them, he only caught a glimpse of half her face before she was adverting her gaze and keeping the door between them, as if a shield. Tommy breathed her name, wanting to reach out and feel her flesh, but only felt confusion when she answered, "What do you need, Mr. Shelby? It's barely acceptable to visit a lady at this hour."

"'Mr. Shelby'?" He repeated with distain, rolling his eyes slightly as he readjusted his position in discomfort. "Since when have you called me anything other than Tommy? Hey, sweetheart?"

"Since everything changed."

"What's changed, love, hmm? 'M still here."

She scoffed, "Everything's changed, Shelby. Now, please - "

"Doesn't have to be different," he shrugged some, cutting her off. "Can try to go back - to how we were. Before..."

"Why? Why go back? There's nothing left, Tommy."

"Hey? What're yeh on about?"

Her sigh was heard from behind the door, "Jus' get on, Tom. 'S late. Don't need anyone seein' yah here, at this hour, then report it back t'yer woman. Go on, get gone."

Tommy's foot shoved between the door and frame, preventing her from shutting it in full. "What're yah on about? I have no woman - not since you decided we weren't worth anything."

"Me!?" she snarled, hand tightening to a white-knuckle grip on the dark wooden door. "Yer the one who left!"

"I had to fight - "

"'Had'!?" His woman raged, ripping the door open to glare at him in full. "Yeh had t'fight, is it? Yeh had t'leave me? Hey? I didn't do this t'us, I needed yah - an' yeh left!"

"I was needed - "

"No! They didn't need yah - but I surely did! Hey? One man made a big ol' difference, did he?" She snarled, pain dripping off every syllable. "One man made a difference in that whole bloody war?"

"Maybe I did," Tommy sneered. "Maybe I did make a difference - "

"Then why're yeh botherin' me now!? Hey!? Fuck are yeh doin' here, Thomas?"

"Because you have to talk to me - I can't read your mind! I want to know what's goin' on with yah - why you're so far from me!"

It made her pause, almost shrinking away from his glare and heavy panting. "Fuck are yeh on about?" She asked quietly. "'M right here..."

"No, you're not. Since I've come home," Tommy panted, head shaking minimally, "you've avoided me like the plague, and I need to know why. Why're you avoiding me? We used to be... So much more, doll, why're you against me now?"

"'M not against yeh, Tommy..."

"No? Then what're yah?"

She sighed, leaning on the inside of the doorframe to meekly meet his blazing gaze, "'M not who yeh want anymore, an' I know tha'... I jus' never wanted t'admit it. Means I'd have ta let yah go... 'M not ready ta."

Tommy's head shook again, "You would think so little of me? That I'd fall for any woman with a pretty smile, when I had you? That I'd want any woman - when I had you?"

The woman shifted on her feet shyly, glancing to her feet, and asking in a whisper, "'Had' me? 'M not yers anymore, am I?"

Tommy frowned and decided - fuck it - before stepping up to cross her home's threshold. Tom's hands reached for her cheeks after slamming the door shut behind him, crowding her back into the wall of her foyer.

"Tommy," she whispered, hand held to his stomach to try and keep distance between them. But he pressed forward, still.

"Listen to me," he stole every lucid thought from her mind as he cupped both of her cheeks, "you are everything to me. Hey? You hear me? Everything. No matter how much time has passed, no matter how you might feel - you are everything to me, doll. Hey? Hear me?"

"An' wha' of Grace - "

"Grace? Grace?" he repeated with distain, "Fuck Grace. You're all I need, you hear me? You've been there from the beginning, and I need you with me now. No more runnin' from me."

"No more runnin'," she repeated.

"No more avoiding."

She nodded with tears swelling in her eyes, "No more avoidin', aye, love, yeah. No more secrets..."

"No more secrets," he agreed. "No more mind readin', hey? You come t'me from now on, I can't help if I don't know. Don't push me away."

"Not anymore," she nodded, pressing closer to him as she flattened her palms to his chest and caressed gently. "An' Tommy?"

"Yes, love?"

"No more Grace."

His lips slowly pulled into a grin, "Aye, my love, no more Grace. So long as you don't shut me out - never again. You always have a place in my life, poppet. Always have a place at my side."

She nodded, "'M sorry. S-She died, an' yeh left, tha' I just didn't know wha' t'do wit' meself."

"Don't," he breathed, reaching up to push a lock of hair from her face. "Don't apologize to me, you've done nothing wrong, my girl. I'm the one who's sorry. I should've come home sooner. But I'm here now."

"Hey?" She asked in a whisper.

His fingers gently pet over the skin of her cheek. "You," he nodded, "you're home to me - and when we left France, I didn't come home. Not really... Not until now," he glanced down to confirm she was in his arms. "Now - here, with you - I'm home."

"Yeah? Yer back?" she asked through her emotion.

"'M back, sweetheart. Not leavin' you again."

It made her beam at him through her tears, nodding with a whisper, "Welcome home, then, Mr. Shelby."

He smirked, holding her cheek still as he leaned in to press a long-overdue kiss to her waiting lips; curing years worth of tension and unknown, her salty tears mingling between their lips and tongues. He was home - finally - and had no intention of leaving again; not when he knew life without her, deciding then and there, he'd never make either of them go without the other again.

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"You are Amethyne..."

I decided to start writing little stories about Ridgeside Village too, because why not? This one is about conversation between Madame Maive and my OC Farmer Julian. ⚠️ Warning: domestic violence and angst

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"I must say, I'm very pleased with how you're doing with the farm. You have even exceeded all my expectations, and you never cease to amaze me so far."

Maive and Julian stood on the cliff near the cable car station, watching the horizon as the sun set behind the distant mountains, painting the clouds and the whole land with gold, orange, and bright red colors. In early fall, such a sunset creates a truly stunning and mesmerizing view, a dream for any photographer.

Sonny stood not far from them, also keeping his eyes on the magnificent view, on the beauty that Yoba had bestowed. He dared not interfere with the conversation between the Madame and the young farmer, for he felt it was something very personal. But still he looks at Maive for a moment, like a faithful dog, waiting for her to call him and take orders.

"Thank you, Mai- Madame", Julian quickly corrected himself, remembering how the head of the Amethyne family doesn't tolerate being addressed informally. He was usually shy when he was praised by someone (even though there was much to be praised for), believing that his actions and rich harvest spoke louder than words. And still, Maive's praise was very flattered, for it was hard to surprise noble madame.

Her own offspring can't accomplish that...

"Your hard work has helped in the development of not only Pelican Town, but also Ridgeside Village, and I am deeply happy that you are trying for the benefit of not only yourself, but others as well." The old madam spoke again.

"I want to thank you for that, farmer. On behalf of myself and the entire Amethyne family." Maive looked straight into Julian's multicolored eyes as she said the last phrase, with proud, as if he were her own child for having succeeded in exams.

Julian was slightly taken aback by such a frank admission, and only smiled broadly and sincerely, bowing slightly to Madame. This answer satisfied Maive quite well. "His parents have raised the boy to be a gentleman. Good to know", Maive thought with some relief.

"Between you and me, I'm amazed at how much patience you have with me. A lot of people I talk to usually think I'm callous when I'm not afraid to be honest about them. I thank you for that patience, for all of us."

They were both silent again for a moment, returning to contemplating the beautiful sunset. The rustle of leaves underfoot, the gentle cool breeze, and the smell of mushrooms-Julian loves autumn with all his heart, but after Maive's words, he couldn't concentrate on the scenery any longer. Memories come rushing into his head...

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It seemed that Aria's crying was never ending and would soon escalate into a more loud, hysterical cry. "Gra- Grandmother..." "Ariah... You're Amethyne, now act like it!"

"Grandmother, stop! Don't say that about our family!" "How. Dare you?!" A loud slap was heard in the huge hall of the manor, and after a second, a shocked Zayne covered his cheek with his hand, feeling his skin reddening and burning. "So many children and grandchildren, and not a single worthy candidate! You are pathetic, all of you." Compared to Maive's cold words, the slap didn't hurt her grandson that much anymore.

"Don't even think about it, Louie! Your last exams had a score of less than 90%, and that's something I won't encourage. You will stay home to study", Louie shifted his gaze from his older brother to his grandmother, and he tilted his head, saying a little more quietly: "Yes, Grandmother. I'm sorry..."

"Living under constant pressure is unbearable." "I miss my parents and my brother so much..." "Ms. Ariah is very stressed today." "I'm such a coward." "Can we ever break this our family curse?! "Your father is just selfish, arrogant - "Mother, stop it!" *Sniff* *Hic* Grandmother...

"You're an Amethyne, now act like it!"

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Julian took a deep inhale and exhale. The picture of the most famous family in the entire Republic was a very contradictory one. And yet it was these people-the ever-cranky Louie, the ever-busy Ariah, the ever-workaholic Irine and Sonny, the ever-impatient Maive, the ever-condemning Zayne, who was always judging himself for being a coward-they were the very people who had become his first friends in Ridgeside Village.

Grandpa and Grandma wouldn't be friends with bad people. And can you call a person exceptionally bad? It's much easier to look at the world as black and white. Except the world is all shades of gray.

Patience. This world need patience.

"Your grandparents were my best friends. They were there for me in joy and in sorrow", Maive once again raised her voice, catching Julian's attention. Her face expressed an unaccustomed sadness, it was rare for anyone to catch her like this, beyond her usual impassive expression, anger or annoyance.

It was as if the noble old lady could read minds, for she guessed what Julian was thinking. Even after everything, he gave her family a chance to get to know them better.

Just like his grandparents gave her a chance when she was young.

...............................

"Maive, explain yourself! Our servants saw you in the arms of those two peasants! Do you think that's how a young lady of your status should behave?"

"Mother!", Maeve was surprised at how defiant her voice sounded, "They are my friends!"

"Friends? Your "friends" are always walking around in dirty, filthy clothes like pigs, poking their noses into other people's business and hanging out with those strange men with swords! And you cal them your friends?"

"Don't you DARE say that about them!" Maive immediately regretted her raised tone when her mother quickly walked up to her and gave her a loud and painful slap.

"How dare you speak to me like that?! To your own mother! I put so much effort into protecting you, keeping you safe. I do everything for you. And this is how you thank me?!", Her voice was already breaking into hysterical notes, but she immediately quieted her fervor as her daughter fell to her knees and began to sob quietly, holding her right cheek with her snow-white hand.

"Maive..." The mother's heart clenched at the sight of what she had done to her own blood. But her gaze quickly changed, and she uttered a phrase that had haunted all members of the Amethyne family for generations. Like a curse, like an executioner's axe cleaving the air, making the walls of the old mansion tremble every time:

"Y o u a r e A m e t h y n e, s o a c t l i k e i t !"

.........................................

Following the young farmer's example, Maive also slowly took a deep breath in and out. Her whole life was a lifetime of service for her family, of striving for excellence and sacrificing so much for success, including her own happiness and mental health. The endless darkness of the golden cage of Amethyne, into which rays of light break through only occasionally, allowing them to feel free for a moment.

That ever-annoying farmer and his girlfriend became the very light in Maive's life. Just like their grandson became a ray of light for her and her descendants.

The Madame carefully, on her high heels, stepped closer to Julian, gently took his face and kissed him on the forehead. Poor Julian was, to say at least, shocked - he did not expect this from someone like Maive, how she looked at him tenderly, as his own mother looked at Julian...

"All the wealth of our family is not enough to thank you for all that you and your family have done for all of us", Julian could have sworn that when Maive pulled away from him, Madame's wrinkled eyes showed sparkling drops, like the purest diamond, that were about to run down her face.

#ridgeside village #rsv #rsv maive #farmer julian #sorry if you find some grammar mistakes #im too sleepy to check everything

[kazukibou]

It's never meant to be...no matter how much you want it...life doesn't work that way

No matter how many times she tried to stop herself, or how many times she tried to convince herself it would never work, Mei couldn’t help but be in love with her best friend. Mei wasn’t sure when she started what was an innocent crush on Minako Suzuki, but one day her feelings hit her hard like a train hitting another train in an accident that never should have happened. Mei was in love with Minako, and she hated it, because she knew the two would never be together. After all, Minako didn’t feel the same way.

Minako had moved away, and lived a two hour distance from Mei. Mei decided to take the trip to visit her friend. Mei had no ulterior motives on this trip; she just wanted a nice weekend with her best friend as friends. She didn’t expect anything to come from this visit. Mei didn’t want to confess her feelings, as it would only make their friendship awkward. It was already rough not being able to see Minako every day anymore. When Mei stepped out of the train, Minako rushed over and threw her arms around Mei’s shoulders into a tight hug. Mei tenderly wrapped her arms above MInako’s waist. She instinctively placed her head on Minako’s shoulder, and Mei felt she was melting into her. Mei missed Minako dearly, and Minako felt the same. After all, they hadn’t seen each other in months.

They spent the day at Minako’s house. They watched their favorite movies and caught each other up on their lives. Minako talked about her new school, and Mei talked about how things were at Hope’s Peak. Minako’s multitude of dogs would come by to snuggle up to the girls. Mei took a deep breath and relished in this nostalgic bliss. Nothing felt weird between the two of them. They were just best friends enjoying each other’s company. They didn’t need to go out and do something fancy like karaoke or even going out to dinner. They had each other, and that’s all they needed.

The weekend ended as soon as it began, and Mei had to return home. She didn’t think about her crush on Minako up until the last moment. The two of them were at the train station saying goodbye. Mei thought if there was any possibility of Minako having romantic feelings for her, now would be the time. Minako hugged Mei tight just like when they reunited a couple days ago. Once again, Mei’s arms wrapped around Minako’s waist. Mei didn’t want to let go of her. If she did, not only would MInako be gone, but once they pull away, there could be that slim possibility of their faces lingering by one another. If Minako kept her face close to Mei’s, perhaps they could kiss. Mei wouldn’t force herself on Minako, however. She wanted to leave the decision to Minako. She always wanted Minako to make the choice.

The two let go of their hug, and Minako backed away. Minako was crying, but smiling at the same time. She told Mei how happy she was to see her again, and hoped she could visit again soon. After all, Mei’s still her best friend, and nothing would change that.

After boarding the train, Mei felt her lips tingle. The sensation was foreign to her, as not once had she ever desired a kiss. Sure, she had kissed others in the past, but her lips never tingled before the kiss. She knew the tingling proved how much she wanted Minako to kiss her. It wouldn’t have mattered if it were a small, simple peck or a deep, open-mouthed kiss. As long as the person kissing her was Minako, she wouldn’t have cared. However, Minako backed away. That was all Mei needed to see to understand how Minako felt. Tears ran down Mei’s eyes as she thought about what couldn’t be. Silently, she cried when she reminded herself that the two would never be romantically involved. She was happy Minako was her friend, but Mei yearned for more. She would always yearn for more. If she were bolder, she could have confessed her feelings, and she could have kissed her. If things were different, perhaps Mei could hold her and be by her side forever. Unfortunately, it wasn’t meant to be. They were never meant to be.

Yet, Mei Asahina was deeply, and miserably in love with her best friend.

#kazukibou stories #mei asahina

[oseathepebble]

Domestic Jack and Tsukiko Brainrot

A lot of this is just gonna be random thoughts but anyways Jack and Tsukiko domestic stuff. There's a lot of content in this post so it's all just gonna be under the cut. But be warned, it's A LOT

Also a warning, there's a mention of fights and pregnancy. So if that makes you uncomfy, you're welcome to skip this post <3

Because of work, Jack wakes up before Tsukiko on a regular work day. He uses this time to hold them and think about how lucky he is that they’re there with him. Also he hates going to work because he has to be away from his love for hours

After work, Jack will sometimes pass by a shop selling flowers or sweets and he’ll think of Tsukiko. So before going home, he’ll make a quick stop to pick up a gift to surprise them with. He loves to see the look of surprise and joy on their face when they see the gift 

Tsukiko would get a job designing and making clothes for people in a commission sort of way so they work primarily from home. So when Jack is at work they get lonely. They also switch roles almost with Tsukiko being the dog and waiting patiently for Jack to return home from work and being all excited when he does come back

Jack also likes helping Tsukiko with their work in any way he can. When Tsukiko needs to get fabric and other supplies for a commission, Jack is there to help do all the heavy lifting. He knows Tsukiko can carry everything on their own, but he likes helping them

Also I think in their house, Tsukiko would have a room that acts as their studio where they work on all their projects. When Jack has free time, he likes to sit in there and watch Tsukiko work

I also think on the weekends, Tsukiko and Jack cook breakfast together. On the weekdays, Tsukiko and Jack take turns making breakfast for the two of them. When Tsukiko makes breakfast, Jack will always come up behind them and give them a hug. When Jack makes breakfast, Tsukiko will sit on the counter and watch him. Jack makes sure to give them a kiss when he can

Some weekends, the two just like to have their alone time. They go out on their own or do their own thing in different rooms. This isn’t because they had a fight, but because they recognize how important it is to have alone time. But at the end of the day, they cuddle in bed until they fall asleep

They share chores and household responsibilities. And if the other doesn’t pull their weight, they hold them accountable. They don’t do the work for them but make sure to remind the other that they didn’t do their chore

They don’t fight often, but they do fight. It’s usually over something minor that they can make a compromise for so they’re both happy. But there is the rare occasion that they have a big fight. The fight will last days, they don’t talk to each other, and they don’t even sleep in the same bed. But they do eventually make up. Jack gets Tsukiko flowers if he was in the wrong and apologizes endlessly. If Tsukiko is at fault, they make his favorite food and apologize over and over again. If they’re both at fault, they have a conversation and make sure that whatever made them fight doesn’t happen again. But no matter what happens, it always ends with them giving each other kisses and apologies

Okay onto the wedding thoughts 

I think Tsukiko would make their own wedding dress and under no circumstance will they let Jack see the dress before their wedding day. So every time they work on it, they kick Jack out of their studio, much to his dismay

Jack memorizes the time Tsukiko takes breaks and finishes working for the day so he can always be right outside the door with food to help them refuel or just so he can see their face because he misses it

But on their wedding day, he knew the wait was worth it. After he sees how beautiful Tsukiko looks in the dress, he starts crying. He can see how much effort Tsukiko put into the dress and he’s incredibly proud of them

Bonus: Jack and Tsukiko as parents thoughts

JACK WOULD BE AN AMAZING DAD IDC WHAT ANYONE SAYS

Jack knows when to be strict, when to properly discipline his kids, and he knows how much and when to spoil them

Jack ADORES his kids as much as he adores Tsukiko

They’d have 3 kids. The middle child is 1 year younger than the oldest child, and the youngest is 5 years younger than the middle child

When Jack first found out Tsukiko was pregnant he was so excited. He showered them with kisses and cried a bit. I think they would have tried a few times before, but when it finally happened they would both be very excited

Jack is sure to be careful and take care of Tsukiko throughout their entire pregnancy. And I’d imagine there would be some moments where Tsukiko would have some major gender dysphoria at times but Jack would help them through it

When Jack finally gets to hold his kids for the first time he is so excited, his eyes light up and he starts crying. It’s one of the happiest moments in his life

Tsukiko makes sure to treat all their kids with equal amounts of love because they never want any of their kids to feel the way they did growing up

Raising their kids is a team effort and like household responsibilities, Jack and Tsukiko make sure to share the responsibilities of raising a child

Jack adores watching Tsukiko being a parent, like seeing them carry their child or play with them makes him so happy

Though when their kids are young they don’t have much alone time, they still find time to cuddle and give each other kisses

I made some picrews of Jack and Tsukiko’s first 2 kids. I don’t have names for them yet but ahhhhh themmm. The girl is the oldest and the boy is the middle child

#this ended up being longer than I meant it to be LMAO #but here's some of my thoughts #and this doesn't even cover my thoughts of their relationship in NRC #tsukiko kawashima #jack howl #jack howl x mc #jack howl x oc #twisted wonderland #twst #ツイステッドワンダーランド #ツイステ #twst yuu #twst mc #twst oc #jackiko 🐺🌙

[blackevermore]

🌻Arrietty Au {Pt.1}: Optimistic Triages 🌻

[ After watching the movie with @cherryblossomdokis​ we both was like “lol au time!”] [I’m just now posting this after 2 years of it being in drafts, yikes]

x Mel was born into a small family of borrowers and was the eldest of three. Her family normally lived in a very warm area in a old house until it was destroyed and torn down. In a hasty panic, her family packed up what they could and moved out into the wilderness in search for a new home. 

x During the height of a very bad winter Mel was separated from her family and left to survive on her own. After a few days of trying to stay alive in the brutal force of nature she stumbled upon a rather large cottage. It was filled with life and clearly well lived in, this was her only sign of hope. She was sick and on her very last leg but she knew that she would rather die in a warm house than the bitter cold.

x The house was a lot more lively than Mel was able to keep up with. There were 5 beans, two parents and three kids, all loud and active in their own ways. Mel knew they wouldn’t be a problem as she snuck around the house. The actual problem came in the form of the house dog and cat, more so the cat. It was always easy enough to get food and materials left around from the beans. But it would be the animals that would spot her and try to chase after her. The dog was friendly and often times she would use him to aid her. The cat on the other hand was sadistic and often tried to step/lay on her. 

x Mel quickly learn that the beans in the house weren’t has wealthy as she thought them to be. Often times she would hear the concerns of the mother bean about the patches of fabric missing while trying to mend the children's clothes. Or how quickly it seemed the fruit went missing. Often times she would hear the children being scolded for things they didn’t do. Which lead her to return most of the stuck she took. Or lean to not take as much (she’s young the only thing she could think of when she got there was to survive). 

x The youngest of the beans was a baby girl who often cried more than laughed. Mel knew better than to be around the baby bean but sometimes she would notice the baby caught sight of her and would stop crying and try to catch her. In passing Mel would play hide and seek with the baby when she was on the floor. 

x After a few months of living in the house, Mel finally found her footing and managed to build herself a hut with a few rooms. Unknown to her she built her hut under the middle son’s bedroom. When she realized it, she thought it would be best to move her hut to the girl’s room or the parents but it was actually a lot quieter/safer in the boy’s room. The animals couldn’t get in nor could the baby and the boy often stayed by his window doing whatever he was doing. 

x After about a year of living with the beans she learned that the children’s names. The eldest daughter was Yekaterina, the middle son was Ivan, and the youngest was Natalia. Yekaterina was always worried about the family, Ivan tended to try and be helpful but had a lot of hidden anxiety, and Nat was rather stoic but clung to her siblings. She found out that Ivan was closest to her age and rather stand offish and that’s why he tended to stay in his room. Mel found herself secretly watching Ivan and finding out he enjoyed a lot of things his family had no idea about. His proudest skill was knitting which he taught himself.

x It would be another three years before the beans had a very unfortunate accident happen. Mel wasn’t sure how but the parents died and left the children in the care of their eldest sister. The house began to feel very cold and gloomy for a while. This made Mel feel even more hesitant on adventuring out. 

x It was Nat that actually found out about Mel sneaking around the house and the toddler tried to tell the others but they never believed her and chalked it up to her imagination. At first Mel wasn’t sure if being around the youngest now was a good idea but at times she could tell that Nat needed a friend because her siblings were either busy or wanting to do their own thing. 

x Finally Mel would be caught playing with Nat by Ivan when he heard his youngest sister running around his room screaming “little doll” at the top of her lungs. When Ivan came into his room to tell his sister off  he hears Nat gasp and began crying. She thought he had stepped on Mel and began pounding her little fist on his leg to get him to move. Luckily Mel moved out the way. When Ivan saw her he nearly passed out in disbelief. 

x Ivan and Nat agreed to keep Mel a secret from their sister, not out of fear but rather unsureness. When Ivan found out Mel lived under his floorboards he was rather embarrassed that a girl knew he knitted. But the two quickly bonded and often times Ivan would teach Mel his school work, he would knit for her, and in return she would teach him how to build miniatures and traps. 

x When it came to Yekaterina leaving the house for work and dropping Nat off at daycare while Ivan was at school, Mel would befriend the animals in the house. this is unfortunately how she would be caught by Yekaterina when she came home early.  Thus began the “don’t tell my siblings” between Kat, Ivan, and Nat. Mel quickly became a secret family member in which everyone would give her things to live thinking they were out smarting each other. 

#🌻Optimistic Tragedy🌻 #hws Russia #oc x canon #au headcanons #self shipping community #hetalia au

[plutothe-pup]

Self Discovery || One Shot 🐾

Timestamp: July 31, 2022 Summary: In which Pluto Milo is left home alone after his curse breaks, leaving him with time for... reflection.  Warnings: Anxiety, Panic Attack. 

Most people did not think about the intricacies involved when it came to being cursed. More specifically, cursed to be a dog. 

In fact, most people did not think about that even ... remotely a bit. Pluto never actually thought too hard about it, despite being the key audience for such a thing. However... with his recent return to human form, he found himself thinking about it almost every waking second. About the ‘what if’s’ about the ‘hows’ and ‘whys’ and everything else. Mostly big picture things - but... in times like this, the small detailed questions started to come out too. 

One, for example, was... What did a human-turned-dog-turned-back-human do....inside their ‘owner’s’ house while they were gone...? 

Well, Pluto was trying to figure out the very answer to that question now. But being inside the house was a... weird experience. Especially when no one else was home. Before it had been fine. Peaceful. Nice - in the world of a dog, anyways. The relaxing white noise, the hours of uninterrupted self-reflection time... Sometimes it was lonely. Sometimes he felt himself get up and go find Booboo, nudging the little white dog to play with him or keep him company but.. Sometimes he felt like Booboo knew he was different too. Perhaps it was because he couldn’t communicate with him the way the other dogs could. 

It wasn’t like he’d missed the looks that Tucker and Booboo had passed between themselves before looking at him - like expecting a response that he couldn’t give. The way their heads tilted lightly before they went back to playing. Maybe they just thought he was shy. Maybe they thought he was weird. But they were still nice to him. Booboo still played with him whenever he asked. And when he didn’t wish to play, Pluto simply took the route of sleeping by the door instead, waiting patiently for Amy to come home or for Pip to come barreling through the door singing for their warm welcome. 

Now Milo didn’t know what to do. 

Now he felt... out of place. Like he did not belong. Despite Amy’s best efforts and kindness, Milo knew Pip did not feel comfortable, nor was he happy. That much had been made clear since the second his curse broke - or... paused. Whatever had happened. Which was understandable. Milo could not fault the other man! It was completely reasonable to be angry and uncomfortable with the fact that Milo had been invited into this home and wasn’t really a dog! It was... probably very vulnerable. Betraying. How many things had Pluto witnessed in his time here? From... crying over breaking a boy’s heart, to pain over a dream crumbling before him. His mother missing graduation... Interventions from well-meaning friends... Gossiping on his computer. He’d seen it all. He’d been right there, curled up by his side for a lot of it. A fly on the wall. Someone Pip spoke his troubles to - never expecting answers or judgment. Just comfort in return. 

To now find out that all of those secrets spilled actually rested in a real person’s mind?... 

He felt the discomfort all of that had caused by the hits he’d taken from the man’s pillow. 

Though - don’t get him wrong. He was also still incredibly grateful. They could have thrown him right out on the street the second they had the chance, but Amy offered for him to stay in their home despite everything. Despite Pip’s obvious hesitance, which, had waned a fair bit compared to the original distrust but.. again, Milo was sure that this was neither easy nor comfortable for Pip. 

And truly he wasn’t really sure it was for him either. 

What was he even supposed to do with himself, after all? It wasn’t like he couldn’t just curl up by the door. Snooze against the couch or idly people watch from their front window - well, actually he supposed he could do that, but that would be quite weird for a person to do, wouldn’t it?...

Even Booboo seemed to have his doubts now, watching him from afar and running off back to Pip’s room anytime Milo tried to engage (though thankfully the doubts did not extend to any further attacks on his person at the very least). So... with nothing really in mind, instead Milo eventually just found himself pacing the household, counting his steps and keeping a careful balance between looking around and trying not to snoop. 

It became a mindless activity, just circling over the layout of the layout over and over, seeing if he could find something new to observe every time he did it. A new picture. A new crack in the foundation. A new spider in the corner to watch. Anything. It hadn’t occurred to him that he could do.... literally anything. Pick up a book? Watch the TV on his own. Anything like that felt a little too intrusive. It wasn’t his house. Weren’t his belongings... It was best to displace as little as possible if he wanted to keep a roof over his head for a little longer, right?

It was on round eleven or twelve that Milo had finally wandered a little further than his usual loop - stepping into Amy’s bedroom out of habit this time. Though he only made it a few mere feet before he felt his heart nearly stop in his chest as he spotted a figure suddenly appear in his peripherals. 

Daring to glance to his side, Milo immediately felt his heart clench a second time as his brows immediately furrowed. The gasp caught in his throat as he stared, afraid to move as his gaze wandered over the figure’s body - slowly inching up until it landed on their features - finding them staring right back at him too. 

But... it wasn’t a stranger. No - ... The figure across him was no stranger at all. 

“...A-..Appa?” He managed after a few strained moments of silence - not even realizing how his father’s mouth moved in time with his own. He was alive? He was... here? All of these thoughts raced through his head as the lump grew in his throat. His mother had told him he’d died! That he’d been killed. Yet here he stood in front of him! So far from home. Jihun had come all this way for him. For his son. 

He’d never given up on him. 

Milo moved quickly then, stepping towards his father as his father mirrored his actions. An emotional smile broke across his features, eyes stinging with unshed tears and he reached out - not even afraid of what his curse might do.

It didn’t matter - his father was alive. He wasn’t alone anymore. 

It was only when his hand banged painfully against the glass, re-irritating already sore knuckles, that realization finally sank in. 

‘Gyungmin... you look so much like your father.’

He could almost feel his mother’s hands on his cheeks now - the warm smile gracing her lips before her fingers slipped through his hair and the feeling left as quickly as it came, leaving him with that cold pit in his heart. 

The figure that stared back at him became a bit more clear then as he pressed his fingers gently against the glass, the details he’d failed to notice the first time seemingly appearing before his eyes - the missing wrinkles. The sleeker frame. The pointed features. 

It wasn’t Jihun. 

It... it was him. 

His father was still dead... and he was still alone. 

Milo swallowed back that stabbing feeling in his throat as his hand gently traced over the mirror as if the man still wasn’t convinced that the person in front of him was truly his reflection. It had been five years, after all. Five long years since he’d seen himself as anything more than a wrinkly, long-eared, and furry dog. He’d only been thirteen when his curse had solidified him as a canine for years. He’d barely gotten to growing. His muscles hadn’t been defined, he’d barely come up to his mother’s shoulders, and his jaw hadn’t been so sharp. 

Looking over himself now, he could see the years that he’d lost. It was... hard to look at yourself in the mirror and not recognize the person that looked back. To see everything that had changed without ever getting to see it. The person looking back at him might as well have just been a stranger. 

...though Milo guessed he was. 

He’d accepted being a dog. He’d just accepted that would be the rest of his life. Milo never thought he’d get to see himself again. He didn’t even remember what it was like to be human. How he was supposed to act. What he was supposed to do...

He felt lost. More lost than he’d ever felt wandering some street in a city he didn’t recognize. 

People liked to help dogs though. Most people were kind to dogs. They reached out. They offered comfort. They offered their hearts. ...would people do that to a human in need too? How long would he have here until things changed? How long did he have to remember what it was like to be human? Would he e————

Booboo - My darling!

The front door closing followed by Pip’s call easily startled him - stumbling back away from the mirror clumsily before he backpedaled quicker than he came. Pluto swiftly exited Amy’s room - pressing his back against the hall wall to not get caught snooping around where he wasn’t welcome. Booboo went zipping by him, glancing over at him with a soft whine before he continued down the stairs towards his owner. 

Not that Pluto noticed any of this. 

It was hard to when his breath was coming out in heavy blanketed gasps like he’d just run some kind of marathon in stifling heat. Hands clenched shaking fingers into fists. He felt... weird. He felt... - well, there was no way to describe the way his chest felt like it was tightening, his heart pounding like the walls were closing around him. He’d never felt this way before. The man closed his hands a little tighter like maybe the pressure would remind him how to function. He truly didn’t remember how to be human, did he? What was he supposed to do?

What was happening? 

Footsteps approached - a shaky breath escaped Milo as his gaze snapped up. His look betrayed his own panic and he hated that Pip’s expression turned to confused concern the second he reached the landing, Booboo nestled gently against his side. Milo saw Pip’s lips moving, saw the gentle furrow of his brows, but the words didn’t reach him. Not the ones that Pip was saying, anyway, but instead the ones that repeated too loudly within his mind. 

Alone. 

He flinched, pushing away from the wall and waving Pip off with shaking fingers - almost too numb to feel as he spun on his heel and darted off down the hall. I’m fine! I’m fine. I’m fine. I’m fine. 

The mantra circled his brain as he raced down the steps, all but running to the door and throwing himself out of it. 

Be safe, my son. 

The sobs slipped from his lips the second the door closed behind him. 

#one shot #x; Pluto #x; Self Discovery #inspo

[americasass91]

Baby Fever

Hello lovelies! I hope everyone is well! This little fic is for the amazingly talented @buckyownsmylife​ 2k/Birthday Challenge! Which the theme for it was breeding kink. Which how could I not participate in that? Breeding kink just happens to be one of the biggest kinks I have(and i don’t even want kids, go figure) So I looked through my Masterlist and realized I didn’t have a breeding kink fic with Steve. Well, I can’t say that anymore!

Thank you for hosting this challenge you lovely, beautiful human! And congrats on the 2k!! You deserve that and so much more! I hope everyone enjoys!

Rating: Explicit (duh, it’s a breeding kink fic)

Words: 2.8k

Warnings: breeding kink(again, duh), Professor!Steve(I feel like he’s a warning all by himself, language, age gap, unprotected sex(I mean, it’s kind of implied but I’ll put the warning anyway)

🧜‍♀️🧜‍♀️🧜‍♀️🧜‍♀️🧜‍♀️🧜‍♀️🧜‍♀️🧜‍♀️🧜‍♀️🧜‍♀️

“How long do we have to stay at this thing?”

You help can’t but roll your eyes at your husband of 4 months. “I told you I’m not sure. It’s my niece’s 1st birthday party. You could’ve stayed home you know.”

Steve pulls up to your sister’s house and parks among the other vehicles in the front yard. “Yeah and give them even more reasons to hate me? No thanks.”

See, Steve wasn’t your family’s favorite person. It all has to do with the fact that he’s 10 years older than you and how you guys met, which was during your freshman year of college. You were the innocent student and he was your history professor.

The attraction was instant and very mutual between you two. But dating students at this particular university was frowned upon and Steve could have lost his job. So, you admired each other from afar….that is until the semester was over. You went to visit him in his office after your last class and he eagerly bent you over his desk and ruined you for any other future man you may have.

Well, that was 6 years ago now. Your family of course didn’t approve and thought he was just taking advantage of a young, naive student. Your mom was the first to come around when she noticed a change in your demeanor and how happy he made you. She talked some sense into your dad and he eventually backed off as well.  

It took until Steve put a ring on your finger for your sister to accept him. Although you know her and her friends still judged you two. You could tell by the looks you guys always got whenever around them. You learned to not let it bother you. Steve was amazing. He was attentive, caring, and he loved you with everything he had. The only flaw he had was that he didn’t want kids.

It almost made you consider not marrying him. You had always wanted kids. But, in the end you realized you wanted Steve for the rest of your life more than a baby. But he did adopt a kitten with you. So it’s a win, win.

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He gets out of the car and grabs the gift out of the trunk. You had gotten her an outfit that says ‘My aunt is cooler than your aunt’ and various toys that she would enjoy. Plus, being the book editor you were, you couldn’t not get her a book. So, you got her the very first Harry Potter book. When Steve saw you wrapping it with a questioning look, you told him it was never too early to start a child’s transition into being a Potterhead.

You skipped excitedly next to Steve as you made your way to the front door. He couldn’t help but chuckle at your enthusiasm. “You excited or something, sweetheart?”

After ringing the doorbell, you turn towards him. “Of course I am! I love my little niece!”

Truth was, you knew you were never going to have a baby of your own. So you poured all of your love and joy for a baby into your niece.

You’re pulled from your thoughts when your brother-in-law, Matt, answers the door.

“Mr. and Mrs. Rogers! Glad you made it! Come on in!” He ushers you 2 inside, helping you both hang your coats up in the hall closet. He then points to the obvious gift table. “You can just set that down there, Steve. And if you’d like, me and a bunch of the other husbands are downstairs in the basement watching the game. You’re more than welcome to join us.”

Steve looks at you, silently asking for permission. You give him a quick pecking the lips. “Go have fun. Just make sure to come back up for food and presents.”

As Steve heads downstairs with Matt, you can’t help but take in all the decorations. Little Miss Lindsey just happens to currently be obsessed with The Little Mermaid. So of course the theme is under the sea. Your sister really went all out. Streamers, balloons, and even mermaid figurines were everywhere. There’s even mermaid confetti on the tables.

You head in search of your sister and the birthday girl, one of which you find in the kitchen. “Hey sis! Need any help?”

Your sister, Rachel, turns from the hot dog sauce she’s stirring on the stove and gives you a big hug. “Oh, thank god you’re here! Can you grab the vegetable tray and potato salad out of the fridge and put them on that table over there?”

“Sure! Where’s Linds?” You ask as you grab the requested items out of the fridge.

Your sister returns to the sauce on the stove. “She’s still napping. I should be getting her up soon. Where’s Steve? He stay home? I know this isn’t really his thing.”

You take the plastic wrap off the potato salad and sit it amongst the smorgasbord of other food on the table. “Of course he’s here. He’s down in the basement with the other men.”

You sister lets out a sigh. “Yeah, I told Matt they could only watch until everybody got here. Ah, shit. I think I hear Lindsey crying.”

“I’ll get her!” Quickly jumping at the chance to see her.

“You sure? That would be great! The outfit I want her to wear is on the changing table. And can you do her hair up in the bow, too?”

“You got it!” You make your way down the hall towards Lindsey’s room, her crying getting louder. You open the door and see her sitting up in her crib. Her crying quiets the moment she sees you. She gets a big ole smile on her face and reaches out for you. “Hi, sweet girl! How is the birthday girl today?” You pick her up and give her a big hug. “How about we get you changed into your party outfit?” She just coos back at you in response.

You push her outfit aside and lay her down on the changing table. Quickly realizing she’s wet, you give her a fresh diaper. She attempts to ‘help’ as you try to change her into her party outfit. Which after it’s on her, she looks like a little mermaid. You quickly brush her hair and pull as much of it as you can into a ponytail on the top of her head and add the matching bow. You stand back a little from her and clap your hands. “What a pretty girl! Are you ready to join your party?” You pick her up and turn around to head out of the room. You’re surprised to see your husband standing in the doorway.

“Hey, I thought you were watching the game?” He shrugs his shoulders and walks towards you two. “I missed you.” He tickles Lindsey’s side, causing her to giggle. “Happy Birthday, little one.” You can’t help but feel your heart warm. That always happens anytime your husband interacts with a baby.

“I was just helping Rachel out by getting her ready. She seemed a little frazzled in the kitchen.” You turn your attention back to Lindsey. “Come on, sweet girl. Let’s go join your mommy in the kitchen!”

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The next hour goes by in a blur. You weren’t really paying attention to anyone else. All of yours on Lindsey. The only food she seemed to want was what was on your plate. You didn’t mind sharing. Then she got to ‘smash’ her cake. Which for Lindsey it meant taking delicate little bites from said cake, mostly of the icing. She did still manage to get it all down the front of her though. But that’s okay, Rachel of course had a back up outfit ready.

You had just polished off your hot dog when Rachel walked back into the room with a now clean Lindsey. Steve grabbed yours and his plates to go dispose of.

Rachel sat on the floor with Lindsey who immediately started crawling towards you. “I think you’re gonna have to join us, sis.”

You can tell it’s hurting Rachel’s feelings a little that Lindsey is so attached to you today. Nevertheless, you join them on the floor, placing Lindsey in your lap. “Ready to open presents, sweet girl?”

Rachel turns to Matt. “Honey, could you start handing out the presents please?”

He nods and goes to grab the first of many presents. He sits it down in front of Lindsey who immediately goes for the tissue paper. She doesn’t even seem to care about the present in the bag. You laugh and try to get her attention on the gift inside.

You look up and see everyone laughing at the birthday girl who only wants the tissue paper. You notice Steve towards the back of the crowd, only he’s not laughing. He’s giving you a look. You’ve seen that look before. It instantly sends a shiver down your spine and makes your panties wet. He wants you.

You try to give him a stern look. He shouldn’t be looking at you like that in the middle of your niece’s party. He puts his hands up in surrender.

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After taking almost 2 hours to open the rest of the gifts, Lindsey was a sleepy girl. You were sitting on the couch with Lindsey cuddled up into your chest. You were gently rocking her back and forth. You look over at your sister who was cleaning up the mess from the presents.

“I can go put her down for a nap, Rach. I don’t mind.”

“Thanks, sis. You seem to be her favorite person today so she’d probably scream if I tried to do it. Matt! Could you get a bottle ready for Lindsey so my sister can put her down for her nap?”

A few minutes later he comes out with the bottle and hands it to you.

You stand up and look over at Steve. “I shouldn’t be too long. Did you want to head out of here after I put her down? I know you still have those papers to grade.”

He nods. “Yeah, if you don’t mind. Thanks, sweetheart.”

You squeeze his bicep as you pass by him. “Of course not. Like I said, this shouldn’t take too long.” You glance at Lindsey and notice she’s having trouble keeping her eyes open.

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Just like you predicted, it only took Lindsey about 15 minutes to fall asleep. You take one last glance at her, your heart tugging a little, knowing you’ll never have one of your own.

You quietly close the door and don’t even take 2 steps before the door across the hall opens to reveal Steve. You look at him in confusion. “Babe? Why are you in the laundry room?”

He doesn’t respond. Instead, he grabs your arm and pulls you into the room with him. He makes sure to shut the door behind him.

“Steve, what are you doing? I thought we were leaving?”

He pushes you to the front of the washing machine and presses himself up against you, immediately making you feel how hard he is. “Need you, baby.” He reaches around and starts undoing your jeans.

You start pushing his hands away and try to turn around. His hold on your waist tightens, stopping you.

“Steve, we are not doing this here. You can wait until we get home.”

You are suddenly pushed until your front is resting on the top of the washing machine, Steve covering his body with yours. He lets out a low growl in your ear. “This” he presses his bulge more firmly against your ass “is your fault. So, you’re going to help me with it.”

You turn your head to the side as he pushes your jeans over the curve of your ass. “Me? What the fuck did I do? I haven’t even really talked to you today. Been with Lindsey all day.”

He fastens his pace in removing his own jeans, only lowering them enough to free his aching cock. He lands a smack to your panty covered ass. “Exactly. Made me so hard watching you with the baby. Made me think what it’d be like if we had one. What you’d look like swelled with my kid. Knew I had to have you.”

You managed to push him back far enough to stand up straight and turn around to face him. “Steve, I’m not going to let you fuck me in my sister’s laundry room.” He launches at you, trapping your body between his and the washing machine. “It’s cute that you think you’re in charge. Now, I’m going to fuck a baby into you. And I can either do that here or I’ll take you out in the living room where everyone is and bend you over there.”

Fuck. These panties are officially fucked. Still, you have questions. “I thought you didn’t want kids, Steve? Plus I’m on the pill.”

His face turns soft for a second. He cups your cheek in his left hand. “I didn’t think I did. But seeing you with her today? Now that’s all I want, all I can think about. You with our baby. You’d be the best mother. And you’ll just stop taking your pill. Starting today. We’ll keep trying until it takes. Is this something you’re even still wanting?”

You grab onto his wrist and push your cheek against his palm. “Of course it is.” You turn back around and bend over the washer. You lower your panties to your knees and shake your ass in his direction. “Well? What are you waiting for? Fuck a baby into me, Steve.”

He growls and closes the distance between you. He grabs the base of his cock and rubs the tip through your dripping folds. “Don’t have time to stretch you out first, sweetheart. And I’m really worked up, so this will probably be quick.”

You push back against him, eager to get him inside you already. “Don’t care. Just please, fuck me Professor Rogers.” You knew that’d get him.

“Fuck.” Is the only warning you get before he buries himself in you to the hilt. He just gets his hand over your mouth before your moan escapes your throat.

He only gives you a second to adjust to his size before he starts a bruising pace. After a few thrusts, he removes his hand from your mouth and smacks your ass. He feels you clench around him. “Yeah? You like when your professor fucks you?”

You quickly nod your head. “Yeah. You fuck me so good. Need your cum. Need you to fill me up.”

Steve quickens his pace even more if that’s possible. He moves his left hand off your hip and moves it around you to find your clit. He presses quick circles against it. “Need you to cum first, sweetheart. Need to feel you squeeze me.”

You start pushing back to meet his thrusts. You can feel the coil inside you ready to snap. You just need a little something more.

Steve leans over you and starts pressing kisses up your spine, his pace never faltering. Once he reaches your shoulder, he bites down lightly. He moves his mouth next to your ear. “Come on, sweetheart. Cum for your professor. Then I’ll fill you up nice and full, get you pregnant. Cum for me, Y/N.”

You press your face into the crook of your elbow to muffle your scream as you cum undone on his cock. Your orgasm triggers his. He cums with a quiet shout as he fills you full of his spend, some of it leaking out around him. He gives a few more shallow thrusts before stopping and catching his breath.

He rubs his hands up and down your back. “You okay? I didn’t hurt you did I?”

You turn your head so you can look at him. “Mmm, i’m great.” You can’t help but let out a little giggle, feeling drunk on sex.

Steve smiles down at you and moves his hand until it’s resting on your lower stomach. “I hope it worked.” He slowly pulls out and watches as his cum starts leaking out of your pussy. He quickly scoops it up and pushes it back inside, causing a whimper to escape your lips. “Sorry, sweetheart. Can’t let any of it go to waste.”

Once he’s sure he’s got it all, he quickly pulls your panties back into place. He stands you up and turns you around to press a sweet kiss to your lips. “I love you so much, thank you for being mine.”

You give him a big smile. “I love you, too. And thank you for picking me.” You bend down to pull up your jeans, Steve mirroring your actions. Once you’re both redressed, you wrap your arms around his neck and press a firm kiss to his lips.

“Now, let’s hurry up and get home. Want you to fill me up again.” You give him a wink and turn to head out the door. “You coming?”

He smirks as he starts following you out. “Oh, I will be.”

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[xutokawa]

s/o finding scratch marks on their back

pairings: atsumu x reader, oikawa x reader

genre(s): angst, fluff in beginning, cheating s/o

warnings: langauge, cheating, allusions to smut, mentions of alcohol

wc: 1.6k

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a/n: i feel like writing some angst and nothing says angst like an s/o finding out their partner is cheating :’) send requests for other haikyuu characters if you want some more! i already have a couple drafted up hehe

osamu and iwazumi ver.

kuroo and sakusa ver.

suna and bokuto ver.

akaashi and hinata ver.

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Atsumu

Curling yourself into a ball, you tightly clenched at the blanket, trying to imagine Atsumu’s warmth surrounding you. You dearly missed your husband, touch-starved from not seeing him for two days. A smile spread across your face knowing that he would be in your arms again in a couple hours.

You knew dating a pro-volleyball player would mean nights alone in your shared apartment. It was hard at first, but you slowly got used to it, knowing he would walk through the front door and come back home to you.

Later that day, you were quietly humming to yourself while cooking dinner for Atsumu and yourself when you heard the doorknob jiggling followed by the sound of keys. Excitement and anticipation coursed through your body as you quickly went to greet your husband at the door. As soon as the door opened to reveal the blond setter, you rushed into his arms.

“Y/n,” Atsumu breathed into your hair, holding you tight, “I missed you so much.”

Snuggling into his chest, you replied, “I missed you too.”

Pulling away, you looked up at him, “Dinner’s almost ready. Go wash up first.” 

Atsumu placed a quick kiss on your forehead, muttering a quick I love you before picking up his bags and heading towards your bedroom.

Hearing the shower turn on, you returned to cooking. Hands dry from washing the dishes, you decided to go grab some lotion, heading into the bathroom. You stopped dead in your tracks, however, when you glanced at Atsumu. 

Back turned towards you, the setter was unaware of your presence in the bathroom. Red, angry marks lined his broad shoulders as hickeys were dotted across his neck. You hadn’t even realized you were crying until your vision started blurring. Quickly slipping out of the bathroom, you went into your shared bedroom, packing a small bag with your belongings. Silent sobs racked your body as you imagined Atsumu’s breath on another’s neck, whispering sweet nothings into their ears as he gave himself away to them. 

You couldn’t believe it. Your husband, your Atsumu. More than anything, you wanted to know why? What did you not give? Was your marriage worth nothing to him? Texting your best friend, you told them you’d be staying at their house for the night, not offering further explanation. 

Did he mean it when he proclaimed his love earlier? You couldn’t help but wonder how many times he’s done this. How many times has he betrayed your trust, indulged in another person as you patiently waited for his return. Scoffing in anger, you hastily pulled your ring off your left hand, placing it on his bedside table along with a note. Anger surged through your body as you stared at the diamond gleaming at you, memories of the day Atsumu got down on one knee as he asked to spend the rest of his life with you flooding back. That day, you left, never turning back, putting the past five years with Atsumu behind you.

The apartment was noticeably colder when Atsumu finally stepped out of the shower. Quickly changing, he walked out to the kitchen, craving your embrace. He couldn’t wait to sit down and just talk, maybe cuddle and watch a movie until the both of you fell asleep in each other’s arms. The setter missed you dearly during his time away, and he wanted to make up for lost time. However, you were nowhere to be found. He searched through the entire apartment only to be met with silence. 

Maybe she went out to buy something, Atsumu thought to himself. His thoughts were interrupted, however, when he noticed a note on his nightstand. 

‘I’ll be gone for a couple of days. I’ll eventually come back for the rest of my stuff, but I just can’t bear to see you right now. I hope it was worth it. Glad to know our marriage was worth dog shit to you. Don’t come looking for me, the last thing I want to see is you right now.’

The note in the setter’s hands began to shake as he glanced at your wedding ring on the table. He thought he heard the door open in the shower earlier, but didn’t think much of it. It was only when his shampoo ran down his back that he realized he had marks on his back. Atsumu knew he messed up as soon as the deed was over. Your comforting smile continuously flashed through his mind as he pulled his shirt back over his head. He felt sick to his stomach opening his phone to find a text from you telling him to take care of himself when another person’s scent lingered on him. 

He couldn’t lose you. He needed to find you, tell you it was all a drunken mistake. It was the alcohol, not him. The thought of you despising him made the setter choke out a sob, rushing out the door in hopes to catch up to you. It didn’t mean anything to him. It was getting too lonely without you, and he indulged in alcohol in hopes to fill the void. His eyes searched frantically, legs and lungs burning from running down countless flights of steps, hoping to catch a glance of you and bring you back him.

But it was too late. It was over. Atsumu already ruined everything.

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Oikawa

Frustration boiled through Oikawa as he rubbed his hands over his face. He didn’t mean to lash out at you, after all, you were just being a caring partner. Concerns for the setter’s health turned into a full-blown argument resulting with you in tears and Oikawa at a local bar, drowning his misery in liquor. His state of mind grew foggier with each shot he downed. So when the scent of perfume engulfed his senses as seductive whispers filled his ears, he gave in.

You were waken up by the sound of a clatter coming from the kitchen followed by a loud ‘fuck!’ 

Groggily, you glanced at the alarm clock on your nightstand.

12:47am

Heading towards the source of noise, you found your boyfriend curled in a ball on the ground. The stench of alcohol overwhelmed your nostrils as you attempted to get your boyfriend to stand. 

You couldn’t help but smile at the ‘I’m so sorry, y/n’s and the ‘Please forgive me’s coming out of your boyfriend’s mouth, assuming he was referring to your earlier argument. Sighing, you laid him down on your mattress, walking towards his closet to grab his pajamas. With great struggle, you successfully peeled the shirt from Oikawa’s back before he flopped back down on the mattress. Preparing to shove his night shirt over his head, your movements froze as you took in the claw marks running down his back. Blood running cold, you glanced at the setter’s face, seemingly peaceful as he slept. 

Anger coursed through your veins at the thought of him running into another person’s arms when your relationship got a little tough.

Pathetic.

You scoffed as you threw his shirt on the ground. Blinded by rage, your mind didn’t register your hand coming in contact with his cheek.

A loud smack sounded through the empty night as Oikawa’s eyes shot open.

“You piece of shit,” you venomously spit out.

Confusion visible clouded Oikawa’s eyes as he began adjusting to his surroundings, obviously sobering up.

“Y-y/n, what was that for?” Oikawa began sitting up, eyebrows furrowed together.

“So what, we have one argument and you decide to go fuck some random person?” You raised your voice at the man sitting in front of you.

“What are you talking about? I didn’t-”

“Cut the crap, Oikawa,” ignoring the pain flashing through Oikawa’s eyes at the use of his last name, “The hickey on your neck and scratch marks are more than enough proof that you cheated on me.” 

Panic flashed in Oikawa’s eyes as he realized what was happening, the gravity of the situation registering in his mind. He cheated on you.

“I-” Oikawa stuttered, words getting stuck in his throat at the thought of losing you. He couldn’t even make excuses, knowing he had been caught red-handed in his infidelity. 

“I’m staying in a hotel for the rest of the night. I’m coming back tomorrow afternoon, and your shit better be out of here by then,” your eyes hardened as you turned around, beginning to pack a small bag with essential belongings. Panic rose in Oikawa as he scrambled to stop you.

“Wait, y/n, let’s talk this out,” Oikawa pleaded, tears welling in his eyes, “We can fix this, right? You can’t leave me, I love you!”

The setter’s heart shattered as you flinched away from his touch, as if it physically hurt you to be near him.

“If you truly loved me, you wouldn’t have cheated on me,” you managed to choke out, zipping up your bag. 

“I do love you, y/n! Please, believe me,” Oikawa desperately pleaded, sobs racking his body, “I didn’t mean to! It didn’t mean anything, y/n, I can fix this, I promise!”

“You seem to have a habit of breaking your promises, Oikawa,” your voice audibly weaker. You needed to get away from him, away from the source of your heartbreak. 

“Y/n, wait! Please-” Oikawa’s voice was cut off by the slam of the front door. 

It wasn’t until 47 missed calls, 118 messages, and 32 voicemails later, that Oikawa realized you were never coming back to him. You had walked out of his life forever, and it was all his fault.

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[nonokoko13]

Child!reader being adopted by spy x family characters Pt. 2

As I said in the previous part, these adoption headcanons are really specific, including your hypothetical pronouns and name; these two are extra so you can imagine yourself with your name and desired gender. You can ask for less specific headcanons if you want too. Part 1 here

Enjoy!

Sylvia Sherwood

How you met

She carries the responsibility of WISE, she needs to be committed to it. More than ever now that the peace was threatened every day by those who wanted war to arise again

She missed her family, but she overcame it. Just like the HQ she had to be impenetrable

At least, that's what she thought

Because right in front of her there was the question which answers she wanted to hear. A kid.

It would be normal to see one if she wasn't at the HQ

It didn't help no one knew there was a kid there until you spoke up

The camera system didn't record you and there wasn't any entrance to the agency that had been forced. You weren't any employee's kid either

After scolding them and order to search your parents she met you again

"Hello little one. May I ask you how did you get in here?"

You smiled, seeming to have been waiting her to ask

"Because I like to play and explore! And I'm really good at hide and seek"

Sylvia raised an eyebrow. No matter how well someone was good at hiding there was no way you could break into the HQ; it sounded surrealistic

"But how did you find this place?"

"Because it was easy to find"

"Don't you think you could end bad breaking into unknown places?"

"If I don't know what isthis place how I'd know that?"

Fair enough

That conversation wasn't going anywhere, yet she was angrier with the security staff than you. You didn't look worried though

You gave her an idea

"Do you want to play with me?"

Both entered in the nearest police station, she talked with the officers before telling you to count until 1000 while she was going to hide. You started the count facing a wall

She felt bad, but there were some traffickers she had to catch before they made the exchange

She was following their car; everything fine until she believed to see a small hand greeting her from the car's trunk

She returned to the police station to find out that moments later of her departure you disappeared without anyone realizing. She went to the point where the delivery would be made

Outside the abandoned warehouse there was no signal that you were there until she saw you getting out from under the car on the other side

Something caused a shooting that would make the police come and caught her at any moment. The bands kept shooting at each other while you were behind a transport container

"What were you thinking?! I told you to stay with the police!"

"I'm sorry, I counted until I know, then I saw you following the car, so I followed too. But before they caught me I hid in there...I'm sorry..." You pulled out a walkie-talkie

"I got two from the police station. I left one in there so the others thought the guys of that car were betraying them, it should have worked to scape with no bad guys seeing us"

She was impressed. However, there was no time to ask where you learn that from

Analyzing the situation the principal scape was blocked, fortunately they hadn't noticed you yet so–

You pulled her shirt, pointing somewhere else

"Let's get out"

General headcanons

Sylvia was still surprised that your plan of exiting through a rear window she hadn't seen and walk away without hurry could work

She stopped walking to watch you smash the walkie-talkie and take out some matches to burn it

"Now they can't find footprints!"

The police may not get answers about it but she had many questions for you

She lied to you about the HQ, after the shooting her lie was on the floor. Thenceforth Sylvia's not able to tell if you were playing along and keeping her secret or you have no idea what's all about

You thought her name was Handler. When you knew she was called Sylvia Sherwood you pointed your hoody logo and say "S of Super, you're superman–Superwoman!"

That's how she begun to be mistaken with an endearing mother and her son. She was superwoman and you "kid", because you said that's how you were called, along with child, shrimp, demon...

"That's unacceptable". She handed you lists of names to choose, unfortunately no one convinced you

It wasn't until you two went to a jewelry store that you found the name

The casual way you break in HQ when you want still frustrates her, how do you do it?? You don't see big deal though

Fullmetal lady didn't remember how tough was motherhood

Anyone would freak out if they found out about spies. Yet there you are, admiring flying guys in underpants

Sylvia asked you about your family, but you always tell the same: you lived with dad until he left you with a woman that he said was your mom

The Handler found out your father is a repeat offender, currently on a maximum security prison in another country. Both him and the woman without offspring legally

"Please, don't tell me one of his criminal records is jailbreaking"

The informant doubted "Actually, that's the main one"

"..."

The Forgers

Scenario where it's up to both of them to adopt you. To keep Loid's mental sanity safe it will be independent of the timeline where Yor has a kid on her own, feel free to imagine both kids being Anya's siblings at the same time. You can ask me to include that idea if I write more about this

How you met

As I said before Twilight wouldn't adopt anyone due his job, only one kid for Operation Strix and that was Anya. For now Yor didn't want more kids, she loves Anya and that's enough for them

Not for Anya. She wanted a little sibling

All started talking with Becky when Damian mentioned his brother. Back at home she brought the topic and neither Pa or Ma were giving her an answer of where babies come from

That's when she begun to feel like being a sister. Any plan helped her to convince her parents though

Anya remembered something Mr Henderson told them. "If you want something, take it into your own hands"

And she took it too seriously

Next day Anya and Bond disappeared, she was in the dogs park with Yor

While Mrs Forger panicked Anya had returned to the place she met Twilight

As the time passed the Forgers worried more. When they found Anya and Bond at their building's door they felt relieved

Your presence didn't make things better

They asked Anya where she had been and where did you come from. She said she adopted you

Of course Anya wasn't going to say she broke into an orphanage and took you

Loid's scolding made you cry

"Anya, we aren't adopting–"

"If she's not my sister I won't go to school ever again!!"

"Just for a trial period" that's what Loid hoped

General headcanons

Loid thought babies were easy because it's unnecessary (more impossible) communication with a living being that can't talk; after all babies only have basic needs. He was wrong

It would be easier if you could talk. Why are you crying? You have eaten! Are you sad? Cold? You dislike him?

Yor is not better either. Because her parents died when Yuri was a kid Yor didn't have experience with changing diapers, or anything related with babies

She was more scared than Loid to the point she didn't want to hold you. She broke Yuri's ribs with a hug when he was a toddler, what if she kills you with few contact?

In less than 24 hours you already had a crib and all kinds of things a baby would need. However, having three bedrooms and parents sleeping in separate rooms meant all your things ended in Anya's room

You cried at night until they discovered you calmed down when Anya let you a plushie to hug

She can't wait for the day pa and ma share bed to take back her bedroom

The second night Anya had an idea

Ma is scared of being your mom, solution? Leave you in her bed while Yor is asleep imagining that would work

Thanks God Yor doesn't move much when sleeping. On the other hand Yor is a light sleeper due not being used to sleep with someone so she woke up minutes later

She almost jump out of the bed, realizing that would make you cry made her contain. You groaned, did she wake you up? Yor wasn't sure of holding you, instead she laid down again and approached you to her chest

Seeing you so peaceful by her side melted her, thinking about it you looked a bit like her and Loid.. She blushed at the embarrassing thought

Bold of them to not imagine that's why Anya chose you

In the morning Loid discovered what happened and had a little words with Anya during breakfast before she went to school

Yor went to work and he decided to take a day off from his work to spend the morning with you. The Handler said the first days you should see them to recognize faces

Walks with Bond, buying toys, trying to teach you sign language...Normal stuff

Loid is glad you don't do anything but sleep and eat, except your obsession with munching. When you first kissed Yor he found it normal until you munched her cheek and now you do that to everyone; probably you're teething

Yor found it really cute, but you shouldn't go kissing and chewing cheeks. Anya thinks is funny just don't try to chew her hair again please

Another problem came with names. Loid was going through a list of 850 names in alphabetical order, meanings included; Yor didn't take it to the extreme

"Hum, what about Rose? I think it's a cute name, I mean it's both decision and I'm not good with names Loid–"

Welcome to the family Rose

A spy, an assassin, a telepath and... Well, a baby. Seems like a good mix

Yor Briar

As we know Twilight only would adopt for Operation Strix's sake. Yor became mother by marrying Loid, but what if she had already a kid before being Mrs Forger?

Inspired by this post of @say-seira

How you met

Long ago before Twilight adopted the identity of Loid Forger, the Briars moved to a flat in Berlint

While the eldest sibling had recently become an adult Yuri was only a kid, Yor decided to move to the city so he had nearer his school. It was possible due her proper salary as Thorn Princess

This change would make her job easier too. She had a new client which death could pay Yuri's entrance to a good university

There was a politician who negotiated with terrorists, helping them to get into Ostania and providing them with weapons in exchange to gain good propaganda abroad and getting rid of competition

Knowing this was enough to make Yor's blood boil. He deserved to die, she was sure of it

Struggling with the security around him, Yor finally killed the target without leaving trace

The only inconvenience was a bad injury made by a bullet that she received. After removing the bullet the wound got worse

She went to the hospital to avoid an infection. In the waiting room she met a kind lady, Yor swore that she had seen her before

The woman was scared, but Yor reassured her she will wait her

While Yor was attended the girl was taken to another room. As she promised, Yor waited in the hall after her wound was treated; with a buttoned medical gown on because she didn't want to attract more attention due the bandaged wound in sight

Time passed and many people enter and exit from the room, but she didn't. A nurse carrying something mistook her for one of the staff and scolded her for standing there

"Here, take the baby to the nursery"

"Me? But— wait! What about the woman? Is she okay?"

From afar she heard the answer, but before Yor could explain the error the woman had left. She was shocked, how? She seemed fine

Against her will the dark-haired looked at the lump she was holding: rosy cheeks babbling in dreams, you were in peace

Her shock grew when she saw you shared the username that the man she killed had. That's why the woman was familiar: she was the politician's daughter

Yor searched someone who hand the baby when she recognized the doctor that guided the woman to the room, he was talking with a masked nurse

The fact they went to a private place and maintained their voices low made her suspect

"Did you take care of the mother?" the nurse asked

"Yes, they got ahead of us with her father but I think they will pay us anyway. When they found it was a medical negligence we'll be far from here"

Yor understood they were assassins as well, probably paid by a rival. Luckily they hadn't seen her yet

"Heh, do you they will pay more if we got rid of the baby?"

Yor left the hospital with you, unsure of what to do. Did you have more relatives? The widowed politician didn't have more kids, and your mother came alone. What if they wanted to kill the rest of the family?

A small hand grabbed hers, and every fear disappeared. Looking at each other, she knew you were safer with her. Perhaps it was only guilt or sympathy, but she would try

General headcanons

The moment Yuri saw Yor holding you was in disbelief. Yor said she found you in the streets and he believed it

At first he tried to convince her sister to leave you in a orphanage but once scolding was enough to cease

Still disliking you for the first months. It took some time until he saw you like one of his family

Yuri helped, although they had a rough time because you refused to eat Yor's purees. Your endurance might grew up to make you the only person who can eat her food without bleeding but it doesn't mean you like its flavor

She viewed you as a sibling until you were two, being called mom made Yor too happy to correct you. Yuri was just Yuri, you never feel like using formalities with him or addressing "Uncle" everytime you talked

Yor decided to let your belongings, it was better that way. When you were older, and only if you wanted, she would tell you the truth

She's bad with names, Rose was the only name she could think of but you're a boy. Yor's parents loved that Yuri and her had matching names, therefore you would be the sweet addition to it

The only name I could think of is Yuu because it's gender neutral and means "you" sorry

During the first year of your life she didn't try to hide the blood of her clothes from you. Yuri never suspected either and you wouldn't remember it when you grow up

Your lack of childhood amnesia was something she didn't have in count. Not that she knows you know anyway

Yor has been training you since you were able to walk, if she wasn't there when you needed at least you would be ready to defend yourself. Proud to say you're her strong boy

That said, if the assassins that tried to killed you found were you lived it's something you ignore. Being the protective mother Yor is they could be dead by now

Six years later, it was still Yor and you against the world, with Yuri being the only paternal figure you had. Before one day she met a man and everything changed

She said he will help her by accompanying her to a party so Yuri stopped worrying about her. She said it would be one night, and the next morning you woke up with Yor waiting to talk with you

In part she accepted because of you; you passed the Eden exam before knowing you needed a dad for it. That requisite seemed stupid for you, as you reassured her you could go to any other school; now you would be accepted into the best school!

You agreed and started packing. What else you could do? The decision was made before you were asked anyway, and you didn't want to argue with your mom because she was doing it for your future too

Of course it affected you. No matter how nice they were it was a huge change; in one day you had to move to a new place which didn't feel like home and live with strangers who you'll have to share mom with isn't easy

Anya was nervous too, but for different reasons. She was so excited to meet her soon-to-be sibling! For her, who was an orphan last week, having a pa, a ma and a friend to play with was great

Her expectations went down when she read your mind. You didn't think bad of them, but excited wasn't the word to describe your emotional state either

Loid may not be good at understanding children, but it was clear for him you wasn't comfortable. For him would be weirder if you didn't seem affected at all

On the contrary, Yor seemed cool with all of this to you. Even without any idea of how to be a wife or mother for Anya she enjoyed her time as Forger, which confused you a bit

Yor is happier, not only because she didn't have to worry about the SSS or Yuri anymore. They make her happier, it's just matter of time she could fall for Loid and have a baby that was her own, real kid

Being sure Yor loves you and your new family want you to feel welcomed doesn't make disappear the feelings you carry with. Still, if mom is happy you prefer to keep it to yourself and try to maker her smile too

If it wasn't because Yuri hates the idea of her sister hiding her marriage for a year and sympathized your situation he would have laughed at the irony when you told him during your uncle-nephew walk the next day of his meeting with "Loiloi"

He doesn't know they got married before you attended school so he assumed you had been holding it for a long time. He passed his fingers through your hair

"I understand it's difficult, but I'll be for you whenever you need me"

+ Honorable mention to compensate you for the mild ansgt without warning

Daybreak

We don't know much about him but I included this dork for fun

Thinking about "Daybreak" and "parenthood" makes anyone's mind stopped working

Mainly because it's difficult to say which one would be the child

Not "How you met headcanons" because he wouldn't be able to adopt to begin with

From what we saw in chapter 27 he seems to live alone, depending on his amazing spy career to afford pork steak for dinner. So he must not live too good given that after his first mission he was fired

If he had a child, it would be likely because of a previous relationship he had and didn't end well

He didn't adopt you. You're his biological kid, the only not adopted of this gang

Sorry we can't choose our family good luck ig

Not necessarily ended bad, even remaining as friends, your mother took a different path and is happily married with another man

If she knew he wanted to be a spy either thought "it's a joke" or *sigh*

She was who brought money in the relationship, now you live with her and your step-dad but at the beginning you didn't want to

Daybreak talked with you and promised you could visit each other and even live with him when he could afford it

They don't get it

Who would take care of him? The idea of living on his own was frightening to you

Imagine being father and is your kid who worries about whether pops know how to pay taxes without mom

You took after him in terms of appearance. Any signal of intelligence was from your mother

Average smart but surely smarter than him

Probably he thanked God that you were a boy. He will love whatever you are but he was relieved of saving himself of buying female products when you were on that time of the month and guide you through puberty

As much as he says to be a charming man he's not good with women either so

Your name is Sunny. Guess who chose it

Probably you see him more on weekends than during the week

Until you showed him Spy Wars he didn't have no idea that existed such good series

Of course not cooler than the legend he is but Daybreak jokes about how reading that and seeing your cool pops in action would make you half as good spy as he is someday

Quite sad is that your common sense along with the things you see on TV are enough to be better spy material

You try to watch it with him to see if he learns something

Unsure of what you'll be in the future but in the mean time you had fun watching cartoons and liking kids stuff like dinosaurs and skateboard

Current status: Busy with your first year at school and getting him out of trouble

#spy x family #sxf headcanons #sylvia sherwood #the handler #loid forger #yor forger #anya forger #yor briar #thorn princess #daybreak #child!reader

[metalbuckaroo]

One Last Mission

SUMMARY// Bucky resigns after he's finally happy, Steve promises to bring him back from one last mission

WARNINGS// HEAVY ANGST, major character death, crying, sadness, it's a lot. I'm sorry.

AU// Husband!Bucky x Wife!Reader

NOTE// This is pretty heavy and it's definitely not for everyone. So, this is me giving you forewarning that this is pretty fucking sad. I'm not even doing the taglist bc I know it's not everyone's cup of tea but I'm a sad bitch tonight so I had to put the sadness somewhere. Bold/italic words are flashbacks.

"It's only a three day mission. I swear to you, I will bring him back in one piece." Steve assured, clasping your hand in his.

You looked to your husband who ran a hand down his face. "Steve, I left all of that behind to have a normal life. This is the last time." Bucky stated, giving his friend a pointed look. "We leave in the morning."

That was nearly two weeks ago.

Two weeks of not having Bucky's warm body next to you at night, or being woken up to loving, sleepy kisses that put a smile on your face first thing in the morning.

Of wearing his scent out of all of his clothing and everyone saying 'maybe he just can't contact until it's over', when it should've been over nine days before.

Your loving Bucky should've been home eating with you at the kitchen table instead of you staring at his empty chair with a feeling in your bones that you had never felt when he'd left on other missions.

You never let your phone out of your sight, every notification gave you hope that it was Bucky calling to tell you he was on his way home to where you'd be waiting to smother him in love before a warm meal and a hot bath for him to ease the stress that lingered.

Every sound outside your door made you look to it, hoping he would walk through it, battered and bruised as a smile crept across his tired features from the welcoming hugs and kisses. You'd take seeing him beaten up rather than what the feeling in your gut said had happened to your beloved husband.

Each passing day you could feel a piece of your heart tearing off, nothing able to mend the breaks until you were engulfed in the super soldier's arms again.

You tried to distract yourself with everything you could think of. TV, music, talking to friends and family, cleaning until you could eat soup off of the floor.a

After a few days, the thought of leaving the apartment made your stomach churn, thinking you'd miss him coming home. You couldn't sit still long enough to watch a movie or read a book anymore, and sleep was a distant thought with the cold spot on the sheets where Bucky's large frame usually laid with Alpine curled behind his knees.

It didn't help that everything in the shared apartment made you hurt even more.

The wilted flowers he'd brought you just days before leaving that you refused to throw away until he returned with more.

The framed pictures that held memories of the long journey it took to get Bucky to the happiness he couldn't even dream of.

Ones of him with the children in Wakanda, your wedding where only Steve and a few other close friends attended, and of little dates he'd take you on every Friday night.

His smile had slowly grown wider, more genuine over the course of the years the photos took place; a new shine to his eyes that finally learned what it was like to be well rested.

You'd never forget when he had told you he wanted to resign from the fighting. Finally deciding it was time to settle down and enjoy the new happiness he'd found in life after all of the years you'd worried you would only get the dog tags back after a mission.

"Are you sure, Buck?" You asked, cradling his jaw in your hands as he held his phone in the vibranium hand, ready to call to turn in his final notice.

"Wanna be normal, sweetheart. Got the married part down, now we just need to get a bigger place so we can start making some babies." Bucky grinned, sitting the phone down so he could wrap his arms around you; pulling you into his chest.

"How many babies we talkin'?" You said, tilting your head to look at him with narrowed eyes. "At least 12." He teased, blue eyes twinkling at the thought of chasing mini versions of you and himself around a yard somewhere in a suburban; or maybe in the middle of nowhere so he was surrounded by the only people he cared about.

"My limit is three. Maybe four, if you're lucky." You pointed, Bucky chuckling as he pressed a kiss to your forehead. "I'd still be happy if I only had you. Having babies with you will just be a plus."

A hasty knock to the door snapped you from your daze, pulling yourself from the couch with a sliver of hope that Bucky had just forgotten his key in a rush to get home.

Your heart dropped as your worst nightmare came true. Steve standing on the other side with tears in his eyes but still trying to keep a strong look on his face. He knew if he broke down it would only make it worse for you.

"No- Rogers, don't your dare."

Steve felt like he was swallowing his heart as he prepared himself for what he was going to say to his best friend's wife. He had insisted he was the one to tell you. This was personal, it was about his best friend and Steve had broken his promise.

"I'm sorry to inform you-" He sucked in a shaky breath as he opened his hand that held Bucky's dog tags and wedding ring he'd worn on his right hand instead, your hand flying to cover them as you shook your head rapidly; tears swelling in your eyes.

"You promised! You promised, you'd-" you couldn't even finish your sentence, sinking to your knees with silent sobs.

Steve encased you in his arms, choking back any sound as you wailed into his chest with the dog tags and ring clasped tightly in your hands.

He held your shaky form close, keeping his own cries quiet as heart wrenching cries were muffled into his shoulder. Blubbering up incoherent words as your body shook with the force of your sobs.

Bucky had finally found his happiness with you. But, had taken every bit of it with him when he was gone.

#bucky barnes #bucky fanfic #bucky fic #bucky x reader #bucky imagine #husband!bucky #tw: death