#(Captain voice) WHOA HEY

[danzsoldier]

*walks into the Tankmen tag covered in blood* hey guys

[beanarie]

not a shovel talk: a coda for 7.06 there goes the groom

Tommy covered his baffled reaction to the name on his phone by opening with, "This is Tommy Kinard. We worked together for over a decade. You're a paramedic with LA Fire and Rescue."

Howie coughed on a spurt of laughter. "God, that's not funny. Shut up."

Tommy grinned, almost asking him to identify street signs, but the joke could only go so far. "Shouldn't you be resting?"

"I've been in bed for the last two weeks," Howie retorted.

"It's been four days."

"Has it?" Howie groused. "Or are you gaslighting me again?"

"Literally everything I said was true. Are you okay?"

"I'm so bored, man. My wife-" He cut himself off, and when he started again, the smile was clear in his voice. "My wife left to take a nap at home, so I'm..."

"Alone for the first time since this debacle began. And you thought of me? I'm touched."

"Don't be too flattered. Everyone I would normally yap at has already been here."

"I was there," Tommy pointed out.

"Oh, I remember," Howie said, and there it was, out in the open.

At least he hadn't beat around the bush for too long.

"My own brother-in-law," Howie went on. Even as Tommy geared himself up, it was sweet how Howie kept testing out the new terminology, rolling it around on his tongue.

"Yep." Tommy lightly drummed his fingers on the table. "Your fully adult brother-in-law with the ability to make his own decisions."

"Whoa, hey. Gloves down, Rocky Balboa. I know that. I just-" He sighed. "Wanted to prepare you."

Tommy frowned. "For?"

"The vibe. Everything Gerrard's house wasn't, Bobby's house is, and vice versa."

"Shocking as it may seem, I don't get many crews banging down my door to rescue their captain and his wife on vacation in the Pacific. During a hurricane."

"Yeah? I figured it was like a monthly thing."

Tommy sideyed the phone.

Howie sighed to himself. "Look, we show up for each other in ways most people don't. It's basically a reflex at this point."

"And this is you showing up for him."

"No. Quit projecting, dammit. For you, you obtuse ass."

"Oh."

"We're... a lot. Just be ready for a lot."

Tommy didn't know what to do with this, but rejecting it out of hand seemed like a dumb play. "You don't intend to be a lot?"

"My brain is swollen, Tom. I don't have the energy. And my wife likes it when her little brother is happy. I mean, we all do, but-"

"She's your wife."

"Yeah," Howie said, thrilled, almost disbelieving. "She is."

[cpt-winters]

me and my friend are going absolutely feral for the team leader battle aftermath story. it’s so, so, sooooo beautifully written. the emotions and imagery are outstanding. I am completely immersed! we’re both dying for more. and tysm for writing and posting <3

Aw, thanks sm <3 This is the last one lol hope you and your friend enjoy!

Collapse Aftermath - Leader Whump

He tried to stay upright. He really did, but the second Leader's knees buckled any effort to grip onto composure was lost.

"Whoa, hey-"

A quiet groan was the most objection Leader managed at the arms locking around him, flaring the wound in his side.

Colourful exclamations of panic from his teammate morphed into something distant as he slumped against the other, short breaths the only thing to be heard above the heavy heartbeat- not his own, thudding against his ear.

Heavy limbs of no use to him, Leader could only shudder as Teammate lowered him to the floor, the painstaking care doing nothing for the torn skin that screamed in protest until the ceiling above finally flooded his vision.

"...ear me?"

His eyelids drooped beneath the harsh fluorescent tubes glaring down, a distinct chill settling around him as his head lulled to the side.

"Shit, shit! Hey- Can you hear me?"

Leader mustered some vague groan, frantic tapping against his cheek tugging back on his thread of consciousness. He failed to bite back his half-strangled cry, no warning coming before the firm pressure pushed into his side.

"Fuck! Why didn't you say something?" Teammate's wide eyes flickered from their captain's wound to his paling face.

".. 'thought I had it h.. handled," he gritted out, biting back another wince.

"This- this is not handled boss!"

Dark spots blotted the face looming above him in and out of focus, nothing but Leader's choked breaths occupying the space between the pair. "Yeah.." he whispered, eyes threatening to fall closed.

"No, no. Come on Leader, eyes on me," Teammate encouraged, shaky voice accompanied by incessant tapping resuming on the side of Leader's face.

Sluggishly swiping at it only yielded his own hand caught in Teammate's, guided down toward his side.

"Just keep that there, okay?" They carefully laid his palm across the soaked material, drawing a shaky breath. "I'll get help just- just stay there."

Leader's glazed eyes followed Teammate as they scrambled to their feet.

"I'll be right back. Right back," they promised, giving their captain's limp form a final glance before sprinting out the door, rushed footsteps fading down the hallway.

3/3 (Part One, Part Two)

[jexnkookie]

BTS: In the Secret (Idol! Jungkook x Reader) [Chapter 4]

Summary: Big Hit announces a new season of In the Soop with a twist; one lucky Army is going to join the members for an entire summer of filming, picked by a random poll. You were selected, and ready to have an amazing summer. But what happens when you win something else that's a bit more complicated; the heart of the group's maknae?

Rating: M (18+)

Chapter Warnings: None.

Tag List: @cassies-cookies @hoeinthehouse @jjeonjjk7 @kaitieskidmore97 @laylasbunbunny @leetha43 @rrosiitas @whoa-jo @1-in-abillion 

The rain tapped gently on the glass of the windows while Jungkook helped you position the large, chunky throw blanket you had brought so that you both could be under it. The room was dim, only lit up by the glow of the television and a lamp in the corner of the room. Your pale pink blanket was draped over Jungkook and yourself while you sat on the couch together, staring at the image of Robert Downey Jr. on the screen. 

There were so many things Jungkook wanted to do in this moment. He wanted to talk to you, to ask you if you had really slept in his sweatshirt all night just like he hoped. He wanted to touch your hand, which increasingly felt as though it had a magnetic pull, enticing his fingers to come closer and intertwine with yours underneath the cover of the blanket. He wanted to pull you in close to him every time he saw your eyelids start to become heavy, and encourage you to lay your head on him and rest. He wanted to know why you were so tired, and if, just maybe, you had stayed up all night thinking about him, too. Just the way he had thought about you. 

Forever an idealist romantic, but too nervous to do anything he fantasized about in his head, he settled for the peacefulness he felt. The rain outside. The blasts of the action movie on the screen. And your presence right next to him, that seemed to drown out all of it. 

“Hey, Jungkook?” You whispered. 

“Hm?” 

“I don’t want to fall asleep, because I really want to hang out with you.” You confessed, looking up at him. “But for some reason, I couldn’t sleep last night… So if I do fall asleep accidentally, I’m really sorry.” 

The smile he wore was warm and gentle, showcasing his dimples and beautiful eyes.

“It’s ok.” He whispered back. “I won’t be mad.” 

“Ok.” You smiled back. Jungkook could get lost in that smile, and he hoped to see it as often as he could. 

“Hey, Y/N?” He whispered, playfully mimicking you. 

“Hm?”  

“Who’s your favorite Marvel superhero?” He asked quietly, and you couldn’t help but grin bigger at his boyish charms. 

“Maybe… Iron Man?” You thought out loud. “He always makes me laugh. What about you?” 

“Black Widow, because she’s hot.” He teased, earning an exasperated eye roll. 

“Shut up, you’re such a guy.” You laughed, playfully ‘slapping’ his toned arm. “But, fine. If we’re going off of that, then my pick is Captain America.” 

“Really? He’s your pick?” Jungkook tsked, overtones of a pout lacing his voice. 

“He has America’s ass, Kookie. C’mon.” You joked. “Be serious.” 

You noticed a change in Jungkook’s features, as though they were somehow able to soften even more than usual. His eyes became even more light, gazing at you gently. His pink lips were still upturned in a smile, and his dimples ever present. 

“I like it when you call me that.” He admitted. 

“I’ll be sure to keep that in mind.” You lightly flirted, just barely testing the waters, earning a grin in return. You both gazed into each other’s eyes, and you wondered if he could hear the loud way your heart was beating. He was beautiful, in every way. Obviously attractive, but beautiful in his silliness. Beautiful in the gentle way he spoke and looked at you. You wanted to lean in, to touch his lips to yours. The way his eyes flicked down to your lips, as well, hinted that maybe, possibly, he wanted the same...

...But suddenly, his phone buzzed, breaking the moment and bringing you both down to Earth. He sighed and mumbled a quick apology, glancing at the text on his phone. 

“It’s one of the staff members. They sent a warning about flooding.” 

“Flooding? Are we in a flood zone?” You asked.

“Not sure.” Jungkook played with his lip ring. “They said there’s a lake nearby and sometimes when it rains, it’s overflows. They just wanted to give us a heads up.” 

“Oh, ok.” You said before letting out a yawn. Jungkook looked up from his phone and saw your tired state as you went back to watching the movie in a desperate attempt to stay awake. 

This attempt failed, and rather quickly. Jungkook noticed you had fallen asleep, just like you didn’t want to do. But he just didn’t have the heart to wake you, especially when you moved in your sleep to rest your head on his shoulder, as though instinctively seeking him out. He refused to move, unable to stop the silly, schoolboy grin on his face while you rested on him. His heart was beating so loud, he was almost surprised it didn’t wake you. 

“Oh, Jungkookie.” A whispered, teasing voice giggled, cutting through the quiet room. Jungkook turned his head to see Hobi, smiling widely at the sight. “Is she asleep?” 

“Yeah.” He whispered back, blushing at being caught. “She just… kinda landed on me? I…I don’t mind though, y’know? Just don’t wanna wake her. s’all” 

Hoseok nodded, looking at the maknae knowingly but choosing not to put him on the spot. Jungkook will be honest the members in his own time, pushing him too much might cause him to run away from them and distance himself from you. He needed to let Jungkook get to know you first, and then encourage him to get closer. But, as it seems, the youngest member is doing quite well at getting closer to you all on his own. 

He then left the room, giving the two of you privacy, which Jungkook internally thanked him for. Fixing himself food in the kitchen, he was briefly interrupted by Taehyung and Jimin who came in for their own lunch. Hobi held a finger to his lips, alerting them to stay quiet, before motioning them into the kitchen. 

“Don’t go into the living room.” He whispered to them, knowing Jungkook can’t hear their conversation over the loud action movie. “Jungkook is in there with Y/N, and I’m giving them privacy.” 

“Privacy?” Jimin smiled suggestively, earning a look from Hoseok. “What’s happening in there?” 

“He’s not ready to admit it yet, because he still hasn’t said anything to her but… Jungkookie has feelings for Y/N.” Hoseok explained, leaning in to make sure Jungkook couldn’t hear him. “Don’t say anything to him, let’s just let him work things out, ok?” 

“Ok.” Jimin giggled. “Aish, he’s so cute. Even after all this time, a girl can get him worked up like this.” 

Taehyung stood silent while the other two cooed over Jungkook’s behavior. He thought back to Jungkook sitting there, watching as you leaned over to kiss him, and he felt awful. Taehyung wouldn’t do anything to purposefully hurt Jungkook, who was like a little brother to him. He had never even really felt anything for you, he only was carried away in the moment when you had kissed him. He knew you felt the same about him, when you rejected him at the door of your bedroom. Taehyung hated to think that maybe Jungkook heard any of that conversation that night, and he wondered how he would apologize to him for it once Jungkook was ready to talk about you to the other members. 

Just then, a pair of heavy footsteps came into the kitchen, silencing all of the members. Jungkook, unaware that they were in the room, had a still sleeping you in his arms, covered by your soft, pink blanket. His eyes widened, resembling a deer caught in headlights at being discovered, yet again, in a soft moment with you. 

“She, uh…” He stuttered, looking at the older members. “Her neck would hurt, sleeping on the couch like that too long. So I.. I thought… I’d just bring her back to her room…” 

“Good idea.” Hobi smiled warmly, not wanting to put too much attention on him. Jungkook scurried out of the house and held you close, going as quickly as he could to limit your time in the rain. 

“Oh my God, he’s in deep already.” Jimin giggled teasingly. Hoseok only responded with a grin while he shook his head. 

Next Chapter: x

[theodorecanaryhood]

Wrong number

Jason Todd (left) x Male reader (right)

Reader gets a wrong number calling and the two get into a discussion

Boxes filled the floor space as you moved them to place, looking around you saw in your mind where you wanted everything.

Finally able to afford a new place of your own, moving from your parents. A bit reluctant about moving to Gotham City of all places sure, but rent is much cheaper here.

With a couple of weeks to spare until you began your new job, you had more time to make your home and home.

Your phone ringing distracted you, the vibration of your cell in your back pocket made you jump a little.

‘Hello?’ You answered, a man’s voice presented itself.

‘Hey Kevin, how are you?’ The man’s voice said.

‘This isn’t Kevin, sorry I think you have the wrong number’ you replied as the man sighed down the other side.

‘Fuck, my Grindr match must’ve given me a wrong number’ he said sadly.

You felt bad for the stranger on the other side, he just wanted to get to know a new guy and got rejected.

‘Guess he did, sorry’ you said as the man sighed again.

The man took a breath on the other end as he began to speak again.

‘So, what’s your name?’ He asked, you rested the phone between your shoulder and ear as you moved a box from the floor in the hallway, moving it to what would be the bedroom.

‘Y/n’ you replied, walking to the bedroom.

‘Well I’m Jason’ he introduced as you smiled a little.

‘Awesome, nice to meet you’ you smiled again.

You could hear Jason smilie on the other end, as he seemed to what you took as lay down.

‘You from here?’ He asked, you shook your head.

‘No, from Coast City, moved here for work and independence’ you revealed.

‘Well Gotham is an interesting choice’ Jason smirked.

‘I’m sure’ you chuckled as you placed the box on the bare mattress.

‘So, you single?’ Jason asked, you laughed.

‘Yeah’ you said as Jason chuckled.

‘You into guys?’ Jason asked, you raised an eyebrow.

‘Guess’ you said as Jason sighed again.

‘If I guess, can I take you out?’ Jason asked, you beamed.

You sat on the bare mattress, enjoying the phone call from a stranger. From his voice you guessed he was a big guy.

‘Go ahead’

‘You’re a bottom, you like men to dominate you’ Jason said.

‘Correct’ you laughed as Jason cheered on the other end of the phone.

‘This is creepy for a first phone call and we don’t even know what we look like’ Jason realised as you nodded.

‘I agree, but I guess we’ll have to meet up’ you suggested.

‘Great, how about tonight at six? There’s a bar not too far away from Iceberg. It’s called Red Sea’ Jason said.

‘Red Sea? Shall I dress up Captain Jack Sparrow or something?’ You chuckled, making Jason laugh on the other end of the phone.

‘Sure if you want’ Jason joked as you walked to a box of clothes.

‘Cool, see you at six, Jason’ you said, Jason’s voice was like music.

‘See you then, y/n’

The call ended, you couldn’t believe the luck you had of a random number calling you and asking you out within 30 minutes of talking.

You had no friends out here so it only made sense that you would not have objections to meeting up with someone.

Course, not a great meet and greet if you have no idea who he is, what he looks like or even if he is a serial killer or something.

‘I’m wearing a black tank top’ the text from Jason’s number said, you walked to the Red Sea doors.

Taking a breath as you walked in, finding Jason with a black tank top and black jeans. Black hair, tattoos, big arms on show.

‘Jason?’ You asked, the black haired man shot his eyes to you.

‘Whoa, hey, y/n?’ Jason took your form in as he stood up.

The two of you shook hands, Jason towered over you, his eyes drew you in.

The two of you had a drink and sat together, Jason’s skin was warm and soft. He reached for your hand across from the table.

The two of you heals onto each other, Jason reached across from the other side as he brushed your hair back.

Your heart raced, blood rushed down to your pants. You felt yourself rising in between the legs as you faced the most attractive man you’d ever seen.

‘Wanna dance?’ Jason asked, you nodded as Jason switched on the duke box.

The two of you held onto each other as you swayed to the music.

Jason leant down as he stroked your face, kissing you gently. You ran a hand up his arms as you deepened the kiss.

Holding onto his shoulders, Jason held your face as he snuck his tongue inside your mouth.

Kisses as sweet as heaven, Jason brushed himself against you as you felt his length rising too.

‘My place isn’t too far from here, want to head back there?’ Jason asked you, you nodded.

Jason took his time with you, greeting you with long slow kisses, little smiles and words of comfort.

Holding onto Jason, his back being greeted by scratches as his neck was greeted by your lips.

Jason was the best sex you’d ever had, you were certain that you were for him too. The two of you made so much noise, making so much mess from sweat, bites, clothes everywhere.

The two of you lay together as you slept sweetly in Jason’s arms, him being so determined to see you again.

You didn’t realise you could fall in love so quickly, neither did Jason.

All it took was a Grindr match to give a wrong number, and for you answer your phone.

[jtl-fics]

Fluent Freshman - Part 06

PREVIOUS

Andrew is dragging FF across campus towards where he parked his car and he is kinda of concerned that FF is just like fully letting himself be dragged across campus. I’m talking full on Andrew has a grip on the back of his hoodie, FF is just staring up at the sky, FF’s feet don’t even attempt to stop Andrew from pulling him where he wants to go, and when Andrew looks back FF’s face is just :I

Which even Andrew can admit is kind of weird.

Meanwhile FF is just like ‘The ground hasn’t really gotten cold yet so I’m sure Captain Neil and Andrew could really go to town on the hole they’re going to bury me in. I wonder what gave me away? It was probably the fucking Russian Literature book. I didn’t even like the plot twist in that one anyways. Can’t BELIEVE I’m gonna die due to my love of trashy literature. Thanks Grandma. Wait I’m sorry grandma, I didn’t mean to be rude-“

“Hey Granny Smith! I’ve been looking for you!” A most loathed nickname coming from a most loathed voice. Andrew doesn’t stop towing FF because why the hell would he? FF has never been so grateful to be dragged to his death! Now if only Andrew would break his long standing and well-known absolute refusal to do anything more than walk at a brisk pace.

He sees his step-brother jogging up to him and FF almost turns to Andrew to ask if he could just kill him HERE so he doesn’t have to deal with his step-brother and THEN get stabbed to death in the forest? He can accept that he should have told Andrew and Captain Neil that he knows Russian and the death sentence that rightfully comes with that but like C’MON having to deal with his Step-brother is just cruel and unusual punishment!

His step brother catches up and in a way maybe all the mental torture he’s gone through since coming to Palmetto is a good thing! He really was a novice at the poker face before and now he’s a grand master champion of staring at something that’s gonna SUCK and pretending like he has no idea that it is.

“Whoa there Granny.” His Step brother grabs his arm and tugs him out of Andrew’s grasp. Andrew really had not been paying attention to whatever jack off had been yelling something about apples. So FF getting yanked out of his hand was actually his first indication since FF didn’t say or react at all before. “You’ve been dodging all of Dad’s calls y’know. You still haven’t sent anything that we asked you for, got any excuse for that?!” His step brother demands.

FF looks heavenward because this is, like, so embarrassing. He can feel people stopping and staring at them.

(They were staring before his Step-brother showed up because he was getting visibly dragged through campus by ANDREW MINYARD. Some of his friends who had seen it were already planning a memorial service and candle vigil)

“Nope.” Because he has nothing to say about whatever the hell his step brother is talking about.

“Mom’s heartbroken you know! You haven’t reached out to her once!” he says. 

“I’ll get on that.”

“Are you going to get the stuff we asked you for?! We are family aren’t we? We’re not asking for a lot. Just for you to get tickets to your games for Dad’s colleagues, some autographs from your teammates, and a good word to that bleeding heart coach that we all should get the free ride you’re getting. That’s not too much right?!”

Andrew hasn’t intervened yet but now Andrew is under the impression that FF stopped hanging out because the kid’s family has been harassing him with calls and maybe this isn’t the first time they’ve come in person to campus. That’s why FF has been fading into the background. Andrew’s now under the impression that FF’s family has wanted him to use the Foxes (tickets, autographs, scholarships for his step brothers) and FF had just been pulling away so his asshole family wouldn’t bother the rest of them. That FF may not have been able to cut off contact completely because of a grandparent he was close to.

These are, in fact, the WRONG impressions of the situation at hand. The truth of the matter is that Wymack helped him get a new phone and phone number within 24 hours of getting to Palmetto, it was the one extra that he asked for in his contract and Palmetto is paying his phone bill now. The phone with the number his ‘family’ had just sits charging in a drawer on silent in Wymack’s desk because Wymack is INFINITELY petty when it comes to the things his Foxes are running from.

The other truth of the situation at hand is that Fluent Freshman’s grandma is the only member of his family he talks to regularly and he talks to her almost every single day of his life, she is the only person he can be completely honest with because she knows what a wimp he is and loves him regardless. 

His Grandma is just an EXCELLENT actress. So when his ‘family’ comes over for answers she’ll sigh, stare longingly at a framed photo of FF, and look out the window with a single pre-staged tear in her eye. She wouldn’t give them his new number no matter what.

He loves his grandma even if it was her teaching him Polish, her native tongue, that lead to him getting interested in the other slavic languages that lead him down the deadly path to Russian.

ANYWAYS.

Andrew is under some very wrong impressions but he is also under one very correct impression and it’s the impression that’s the most important anyways.

Fluent Freshman’s family is what made him a Fox and Fluent Freshman’s family are therefore the enemy.

Except FF doesn’t give Andrew the time to pull out his knife, “No, I don’t wanna do that. Bye Greg.” He says, pulls out his student ID, slaps it on a nearby scanner for a STUDENT ONLY building and power walks inside leaving Andrew and his Step Brother alone.

The door shuts behind FF with a distinctive lock and Greg looks at Andrew his face purpling from anger, “You’re going to let me in there and-“

Andrew now has plenty of time to pull out his knife. “You’re going to what?”

Greg swallows and in a show of excellent survival instincts runs the fuck away.

Andrew watches him run before he turns back to the STUDENT ONLY building and heads in himself. He finds FF just inside the doors and he looks tired sitting there against the wall. FF doesn’t say anything to Andrew, doesn’t even acknowledge that he’s there. Andrew takes a spot on the wall across from him. People give them weird looks but Andrew is fine with waiting.

He doesn’t mind just sitting in silence with FF again even if the circumstances aren’t what they usually are. So they sit.

FF has blue-screened. The stress of his impending death, of his step brother showing up and saying crazy shit, he blacked out a bit from the stress of being between Andrew and Greg and has no memory of what he said before he walked into this building and then there’s the fact that he just WALKED INTO SOME RANDOM CAMPUS BUILDING (oh god he’s probably not supposed to be in here but Greg is definitely still loitering outside maybe security will be gentle if he just sits right by the exit so they don’t have to go far to kick him out? Maybe he should move near a Different exit so Greg doesn’t see him get tossed like yesterday’s trash? Well he already sat down so now it’s embarrassing if he gets up to just go SIT AT SOME OTHER EXIT.)

So he’s taking a moment to reboot.

Unfortunately his ability to have internal conversations and recognize that someone is there with him is one of the last things that loads.

“It’s fine. I’ve always been the leftover kid. I don’t care that they don’t care. I don’t care either.” He says and it’s a mantra he’s repeated for almost a decade now.

It is definitely not something he thought he was saying out loud in the presence of Andrew Minyard and it is also definitely not something he was SAYING to Andrew Minyard but how the hell would ANDREW MINYARD KNOW THAT WHEN FF IS STARING STRAIGHT AT HIM WHEN HE SAYS IT.

So Andrew thinks it’s the explanation FF is offering about his step brother / family. If there’s one thing Andrew knows the feeling of it is being the ‘leftover’ kid.

The one-sided kinship grows while FF is working on rebooting his vision and getting his heart rate down to a BPM that wouldn’t have medical doctors concerned.

Finally, FF blinks his vision has returned back to him, sees Andrew Minyard across the hall from him, and, by the grace of GOD considering his fried nerves, FF does not flinch.

Andrew doesn’t make any move to grab him and FF decides to take this momentary reprieve that his executor is granting him to shoot off a text to his grandma. “I am so grateful for all the love you have given me throughout my life. I think I’m going to see Dad in the next few hours so please let me know if there’s anything you want me to say to him.” Is what he sends.

(This grandma has gotten almost this exact same text when he had an oral presentation last week. Her grandson is a wimp but she loves him.)

“Are we still going on that drive?” He asks his affairs settled. It’s nice that Andrew let him have a breakdown here and even let him text his grandma his final thoughts. He was willing to use his blood to write out the message but where would he get the paper?

“Yeah, we can go on that drive.” Andrew gets up and offers his hand to FF who looks at it for a long moment KNIVES. THOSE ARE KNIVES. HE USUALLY CONCEALS THEM BETTER? IS THIS HIS WAY OF SAYING HE’S GOING TO BE REALLY MESSY WITH MY DEATH? OH GOD HE’S NOT READY.

(Andrew didn’t really take the time to put his knives back in his arm bands properly because he figured he needed to catch FF before the kid disappeared again. He didn’t think he’d find him just inside the door.)

FF pushes himself up onto his feet.

They get to the Maserati and FF was AWARE that Andrew had a nice car but he hadn’t pieced it together that he’d be doing his last ride in such a nice car. He briefly pauses by the trunk wondering if he should just save Andrew the trouble and climb in himself?

Andrew sees FF pause at the car and figures he’s just being polite not touching Andrew’s stuff without Andrew’s permission. FF is just that kind of guy.

“The passenger seat is available.” Andrew says and alright cool Andrew wants to threaten him first that makes sense.

Except Andrew doesn’t say anything. Doesn’t drive them to a remote location. He’s just driving around Palmetto and FF does not think that Andrew is planning on crashing the car to kill him (He has unfortunately heard Aaron and Andrew have a fight in German when he was waiting for his own appointment with Betsy so he also Is aware what happened to their mom no matter HOW HARD he tries to forget that he knows.)

It’s just actually kind of a nice drive?

“He called you Granny Smith.” Andrew states. (Wondering if THAT is the elusive first name)

“I’m close with my Grandma. My last name is Smith. They’re not that creative.”

“Hm.” (Dammit)

Andrew watches as FF’s shoulders eventually relax until he’s almost falling asleep in the Mas and decides that the drive has done it’s job.

Eventually Andrew parks in front of the tower, tells him to respond to his texts from at least him and Neil, and he is released feeling very much like one of those animals that were released back into the wild after being tagged.

He texts his grandma later “NVM it wasn’t that bad.”

NEXT

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[30somethingautisticteacher]

WIP Wednesday

I was tagged by @lavenderleahy @bangpop91 and @typicalopposite

Here's a bit of Chapter 2 of Carried Away , my Bucktommy angsty mpreg.

*****

God, he was angry. Buck was so angry. Seeing Tommy again had stirred up a whirlwind of emotions he thought he had buried deep inside. He had wanted—still wanted—forever with this man. Nothing that Tommy had said had been that bad. Buck had expected Tommy to be surprised. But Buck was scared. Tommy had shown he was a runner. He had run from Buck once. He was not going to run from their child. Not if Buck had anything to say about it.

His body was on autopilot as he drove, stopping in front of an unfamiliar house on a familiar street. He turned off the Jeep, walked to the door, and knocked.

"Hey, Buck," Bobby answered. His eyes widened as he looked down and saw Buck in all his glory. "Whoa, Buck," he said, surprise evident in his voice. "Wow, uh, come on in."

Buck stepped into the house, his heart still racing from the confrontation with Tommy. He knew he needed to talk to someone, and Bobby had always been there for him, offering guidance and support. As he walked inside, he hoped that Bobby would be able to help him make sense of the tumultuous thoughts and feelings swirling inside him.

"So, Buck, you're, uh..." Bobby started, gesturing towards Buck's belly.

"Pregnant. Yep," Buck confirmed, his hand instinctively resting on his bump.

"How far along?" Bobby asked, concern etched on his face.

"16 weeks," Buck replied.

"16 weeks??? Okay, you are on light duty effective immediately," Bobby said, his tone leaving no room for argument.

"Yes, Cap," Buck nodded solemnly, accepting Bobby's decision. He knew that his captain had his best interests at heart, and he was grateful for the support and understanding.

"Now, I know it's not really my place to ask, but is it...?" Bobby trailed off, his unspoken question hanging in the air.

"Tommy's? Yeah, it's Tommy's," Buck confirmed, his voice cracking as he started to tear up.

"Hey, hey, come here, kid," Bobby said softly, opening his arms and pulling Buck into a comforting hug. He could see the pain and fear in Buck's eyes, and he wanted nothing more than to support his surrogate son through this challenging time.

"Does he know?" Bobby asked gently.

"Yeah, I just told him," Buck replied, wiping away a stray tear.

"I take it it didn't go well," Bobby said, his brow furrowing with concern.

"He accused me of baby trapping him," Buck said, his voice filled with hurt and disbelief.

"He did what?" Bobby asked, shocked by Tommy's accusation.

"Well, maybe not exactly that, but he was shocked that I didn't know I was a carrier," Buck explained, his shoulders slumping.

"Actually, Buck, I'm kind of surprised too," Bobby admitted, his tone gentle but honest.

"My parents forgot to get me tested as a kid. Remember, I was only for spare parts anyway," Buck said bitterly.

Bobby shot him a look. "No, I get that part, but Buck, why never test as an adult? Especially when you started sleeping with men."

"Man. Singular. I've only been with one man," Buck clarified, his voice firm.

[thebunnednun]

ANGIEEEEE I NEEEED SOME SPICE FOR LAWWWWWWWW

(Or yknow….Buggy wouldn’t be bad either….you chose)

okay, so like, what if their on a date and then readers address or skirt gets blown up slightly with the breeze and then like, law (or buggy) asks what color panties their wearing and reader says, “how about I show you?” like…..OKMHDKMSUHAJFJNRIHJDHKDH I NEED IT SMMMM

With love. Valley 💜

Throw me Overboard! Buggy The Clown x Fm! Reader

I MISS MY HUSBAND EVERYONE PLEASE

I could watch this man on his fucking knees all day.

Val, you got me feeling the inspiration today!!

The readers are eating good tonight!

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On with the show!!~

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Aboard the grand ship of the Buggy Pirates, the lively crew bustled around in preparation for their captain’s latest whim. Today, Buggy the Clown had decided to take you on a date. His flamboyant persona and unpredictable nature had always intrigued you, and despite his many quirks, you found yourself genuinely looking forward to spending time with him.

The weather was perfect as you strolled along the deck, the warm sun casting a golden hue over everything. Buggy, dressed in his signature clown attire but with a slightly more polished touch for the occasion, was in high spirits. His laughter echoed across the ship as he recounted tales of his adventures, his expressive gestures making the stories come alive.

You walked beside him, your skirt swaying gently with each step. The conversation flowed effortlessly, filled with playful banter and teasing remarks. As you approached the ship’s railing, a sudden gust of wind caught you off guard, lifting the hem of your skirt ever so slightly. Buggy’s eyes widened, his usual bravado faltering for a moment as he caught a glimpse.

“Whoa there!” he exclaimed, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. “Now that’s a sight for sore eyes. Tell me, what color panties are you wearing today?”

You couldn’t help but laugh at his bluntness, your cheeks tinged with a hint of embarrassment. But you decided to turn the tables on him, leaning in closer with a sly smile. “How about I show you?” you whispered, your voice low and teasing.

Buggy’s face turned a shade of red that rivaled his nose. He stumbled back a step, his usual cocky demeanor replaced with genuine fluster. “W-What?!” he stammered, his eyes darting around nervously. “You can’t just—”

You giggled at his reaction, enjoying the rare sight of Buggy the Clown being rendered speechless. “Oh, come on, Buggy,” you teased, playfully swatting his arm. “I’m just messing with you.”

Buggy grumbled, crossing his arms with a huff. “You’re gonna be the death of me, you know that?” he muttered, though the corner of his mouth twitched with the hint of a smile.

“Maybe,” you replied with a wink. “But at least you’ll die with a smile on your face.”

As the two of you continued your walk, the momentary fluster passed, replaced by the comfortable camaraderie that you both cherished. Buggy’s laughter returned, louder and more genuine than before, and you couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction at having been able to throw him off his game, if only for a moment.

The date continued with more stories, more laughter, and a deeper connection forming between the two of you. And as the sun set, casting a warm glow over the ship, you realized that moments like these were what made your adventures with Buggy truly special.

Epilogue:

The sun had begun to set, casting a warm, golden glow over the deck of the ship. The date with Buggy had been filled with laughter and teasing, leaving both of you in high spirits. As you stood by the railing, watching the horizon, Buggy sauntered over, a mischievous glint in his eye.

"Hey, you," he called out, sidling up next to you. "Did you have fun today?"

You smiled, turning to face him. "I did. It was a good day, Buggy."

He grinned, looking pleased with himself. But before you could say anything more, you felt a sudden, sharp pinch on your hip. You yelped in surprise, your eyes widening as you realized what he had done.

"Buggy!" you exclaimed, your voice a mix of shock and laughter. "What do you think you're doing?"

Buggy just laughed, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Just keeping you on your toes," he replied, clearly enjoying your reaction.

You narrowed your eyes playfully, a mischievous plan forming in your mind. "Oh, is that so?" you said, feigning innocence.

Without warning, you grabbed him by the arm and, with a surprising burst of strength, tossed him overboard. Buggy's eyes widened in shock as he flailed in the air, letting out a comical scream before splashing into the water below.

For a moment, there was silence as the crew members nearby watched in stunned disbelief. Then, the deck erupted in laughter, the sound echoing across the ship.

Buggy resurfaced, spluttering and wiping water from his eyes. "What the hell?!" he shouted, his voice a mix of indignation and amusement. "You threw me overboard!"

You leaned over the railing, grinning down at him. "Just keeping you on your toes," you echoed his earlier words, your tone dripping with playful sarcasm.

Buggy glared up at you, but the corners of his mouth twitched, betraying his amusement. "You're gonna pay for that," he called out, though there was no real anger in his voice.

As the crew helped pull him back aboard, you couldn't help but laugh at the sight of him, soaking wet and still trying to maintain his usual swagger. He shook off the water like a dog, grumbling under his breath but clearly not too upset.

"You know, I think you might be the only person who could get away with that," he muttered, giving you a sidelong glance.

You shrugged, a playful smile on your lips. "Maybe. But you know you love it."

Buggy rolled his eyes, but there was a fondness in his gaze that he couldn't quite hide. "Yeah, yeah," he said, waving a hand dismissively. "Just don't make a habit of it."

The crew continued to chuckle and whisper amongst themselves, clearly enjoying the spectacle. And as the ship sailed on into the night, you couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment. Despite the chaos and the hijinks, or maybe because of them, you knew that life with Buggy was never going to be dull.

As the stars began to twinkle overhead, Buggy sidled up to you once more, this time with a genuine smile on his face. "So," he said softly, his hand resting lightly on your hip. "What color are your panties, anyway?"

You laughed, shaking your head. "You'll just have to keep wondering," you replied, giving him a playful nudge.

And with that, the two of you stood together, watching the night sky and enjoying the comfortable companionship that had grown between you.

It was in moments like these, amidst the laughter and the mischief, that you realized just how special your bond with Buggy truly was.

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★~ Pirate!kaeya headcanons

HEY EVERYONEE i know i haven’t post much huehue but ihope you’ll like this one! i’ve decided to make other character since i realised the characters i’ve made fanfics for are the same T-T but anyway i hope you like the idea of thsi one so please enjoyyyy!

notes! the reader’s and kaeya relationship here will be seen as romantic and reader is supposedly female.

- we all know he’s a flirty type, he won’t be that strict nor relaxed. like if he gets a mission then it becomes his priority but it’s not like he’s desperate to get whatever reward he will get. besides, isn’t his top priority you?

- i can sense that he looooves treasures, to be specific.. moras. He will buy his darling anything they want. literally spoiling them with gold, diamonds, whatever you want!

- i feel like he would atleast have 3 piercings… im thinking on ears, eyebrows, and tongue. what do we think about lips though hmmmuehehehehe

- no cuz you guys be holding hands anytime anywhere. PDA are no problem for him like you could possibly makeout with him in the center of the ship and noone will mind???

- okay but when i said he likes treasures- his favourite and most cherished is you. he will be super protective of you when there’s enemies around. it’s not like he doesn’t trust your fighting skills- he just doesn’t want his treasure to be dirty by a fool’s hand.

- he’s so often seen with you on the helm, helping you learn how to steer the wheel. he’s got his hand on your waist and the other guiding your hand to spin the wheel.

- pet names: treasure, darling, love, birdie, doll, pretty, gorgeous.

~small drabble~

the sea was filled with soft waves, the sky was in a yellow hue, the sun was setting down, and the wind was flowing through your hair. your beloved boyfriend was steering the wheel, making sure the path was right and there were no rocks ahead. “love..” you walked to him, admiring his focus gaze upon the ocean. “well, well, well, if it isn’t my darling who’s here for her boyfriend…”. kaeya turned around to look at you with a smirk on his face. his hand soon forgotten the wheel as it finds it way to your waist, pulling you closer to him till no space was in between. you chuckled when he kissed your cheek so lovingly. “need anything?” he asked “no.. just missing you” “can’t stand being without me for just an hour? my, my what a greedy woman..” his tone was playful and teasing. your cheeks gone to a pink shade, knowing that you really can’t stand being without him… “are you opposite on the idea?” you teased back. “oh no, ofcourse not…” he raised his other hand from the wheel to your hair and tuck it at the back of your ear.

“how’s it looking? good?” “well.. we’re supposed to be challenged by a stormy night.. but fortunately there won’t be any rocks or anything blocking our way” “ah that’s nice to hear.. i guess tight cuddles tonight?” getting a chuckle for response, your cheeks gone red at the music-like voice. “i suppose so…” he shifts for a bit, taking off his pirate hat and bringing it to your head. “care to help?” you smiled at the offer and put your hands on the steering wheel “aye aye captain!”. you span the wheel to the left, following the way on the map. soon, you had to turn right but you span it too much, leaving the ship to do a harsh turn. “whoa, easy there..” kaeya guided your hand by spinning the wheel to where it should be. “no need to rush, sweet thing. got the night for us.” he smirked while looking at you. “s-sorry.. might gone too nervous..” “oh hoho, are you nervous ‘cause i’m here?”. you blushed in embarrassment while nodding your head. “no need to be, gorgeous. it’s not like i’m challenging you” he smirked once again as your cheeks gone redder and redder. a puff was heard from you before he speaks again, “wel let’s enjoy the night, shall we?” he took your hand lead you to the bow, where you laid your head on his shoulder and watched as the dolphins went by and the stars shine.

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[the-fluff-piece]

Tropetember 8

Law's Amnesia

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Law gets knocked out and gets - AMNESIA! But not the boring medical kind, the fun quirky kind of tropes. He shows the crew a different side as he forgets who he is and what hardships he had to endure

"Kind of sucks when your doc is the one who would need help..." Shachi mused as he and Bepo monitored Law's condition.

He got a massive hit in the head from Luffy - by accident, the other captain swore. Now he was out and sleeping it off.

Bepo put his paw on Law's forehead, patting his captain for comfort.

You've offered to take over so the others could get some sleep. Taking a book and some tea with you, you prepared for an uneventful night.

Law had a light bruise in his head but it didn't make him any less handsome. His face looked stern, even when he was unconscious. His fine features were heartbreaking as always and you allowed yourself to let your fingers trail down his cheek - only to check his temperature and general condition of course.

When you felt his groomed goatee under your fingers, he twitched lightly, making you jump.

He grimaced in pain and groaned, opening his eyes slowly and lifting his head.

"Law, you're awake!" You stated the obvious as you tried to keep him down. Of course, your captain had to wear a half open shirt and of course, you happened to touch his bare chest.

"You need to stay in bed or you'll get dizzy!" You warned him.

"What?" He asked, his eyes looking at you with a confused expression.

With soft force, you pressed him into the bed again, while his eyes were fixed on your face.

"Who are you? Where am I?" He asked, the softness and higher pitch of his voice sounded unfamiliar to you.

"Captain that's not funny, it's me, y/n" you still had to press him down, he was surprisingly strong for just waking up.

"Captain? Who?" He pushed against you and sat up, shaking his head.

"Wow, cool stuff!" He looked around his own medical bay as of he was seeing it for the first time.

"And who are you again?" He asked you, looking you up and down with open interest.

"Are you some kind of mechanic? Is that your tech stuff?" His voice sounded excited and light, absolutely not like his usual self.

As he moved to get out of the bed you pressed him back down with all your power and only succeeded because you surprised him with a jump.

"Whoa, babe, slow down!" He chuckled as you found yourself half on top of him, both hands on his chest.

"You uhm.. you need to lie down, you took a serious blow to the head" you explained with urgency.

"So you're like...my girlfriend?" His eyes beamed like a little boy's in a candy store.

"You're cute!" He said as he grabbed your shoulders and drew you into an embrace.

"CAPTAIN" you screamed, trying to wiggle out of an iron grip.

"Where?" Law let go and looked around.

You jumped down from the bed and caught your breath - he has lost his mind!

And he was already swinging his feet out of the bed, energetically looking around like a 5 year old on sugar.

"I have to see the rest of this thing!" He ran towards the door, and you couldn't hold him back. He was far stronger and faster than you, instead he grabbed your hand and dragged you with him through the door.

"Wow, where am I?" He asked.

"The polar tang - your ship!" You said as you tried to keep up with his long strides.

"My ship? And my girlfriend! I'm so lucky! Just the name of the ship is weird" He laughed. He dragged you down the corridor and to deck, where he stopped dead in his tracks.

"A bear!?" He looked at Bepo in disbelief. The white bear sat on deck and enjoyed some cool night air. As soon as he heard Law's comment, he blushed and stammered excuses.

"Ca...captain??? You are awake?" He eventually got a hold of himself.

Law approached his first mate really carefully.

"A talking bear!" He said.

"SORRY" Bepo bowed down.

"Hey whaaa...?" Bepo blushed until he became a fleshy pink.

As he bowed down, Law grabbed his ears and was squeezing them thoroughly while making "awww" sounds and giggling.

"What's going on here?" Shachi appeared in the door, looking shocked. "He isn't supposed to be up yet!"

"He just...I think he has amnesia!" You said.

"Amnesia?" Shachi rubbed his chin.

"Could be. In any case, you need to get back to bed Captain!" He said to Law.

"Who's this captain?" Law looked around and finally stopped molesting Bepo, who sank to his as a whimpering white mess.

"You are! And we need you! So please go back to bed, you need rest!" Now Shachi helped you to push Law back in the direction of sick Bay.

"Me? Captain? Wow, my life is awesome! I have a cute girlfriend, a ship AND a crew???" He looked like he could burst from happiness and excitement.

"...girlfriend?" Shachi asked.

"He kind of decided that I am his girlfriend" you answered, blushing.

Shachi seemed like he wanted to make a sassy comment when Law suddenly dug in his heels and stared at his reflection in one of the windows.

He studied the tattoos on his chest and hands and let his hands run through his hair.

"I...I..." he seemed overwhelmed, "I look like a crook! A gangster! A...a..." he seemed at a loss for words.

"A pirate?" You helped him.

"Yes! One of those! That would be awful!" He said it with such upstanding distaste that you and Shachi just had to exchange a glance to come to the same conclusion.

"Of course your not a pirate. You're a...fashion model!" You told him.

"Woah, really?" Law seemed to relax again - and become more docile.

"Yes and I am your girlfriend! Let's go to bed, it's late!" It still felt strange to talk to him that way, but he seemed to like what he heard and followed you like a lamb back to his sick bed.

"See? That wasn't so bad. Now you just have to lay down again so you can rest." You indicated the bed with your outstretched hand.

"It seems really small" Law said.

"It's big enough for you" You said.

"And you?" Law blushed.

"What about me?" He confused you now.

"I mean...since you are my girlfriend, you sleep in my bed" He grinned.

"Uhm..." You had to swallow and looked at Shachi for help. He grinned, to. That bastard.

"You two are so in love, you squeeze into a tiny bed" He chuckled maliciously and slowly walked out of the room.

"So romantic! I love cuddling. I think" Law was absolutely on board and threw himself into the cushions, his arms open to receive you.

"Uhm...why don't you go to sleep while I work some more?" You said.

"I am hurt and need rest. You said so yourself! I need you to sleep" Law stated like a kid that just outwitted a grown up.

"Fine." You awkwardly settled on the bed, when Law shook his head.

"Your boiler suit is dirty. You don't sleep with that" He indicated some oil stains on your suit.

You never wore more than underwear and a shirt under that thing. It could get hot. But he really needed to sleep, so you pulled down the zipper under Law's lusty gaze. When you finally slipped it from your shoulders, he commented with another "wow" as he stared at you with undeniable adoration.

He opened his arms again and tucked you into his side as soon as you settled on the bed. Immediately you noticed his cold, clammy hands.

"Law, you're so cold, are you hungry? Are you dizzy?" You asked.

"So...sleepy...with...girlfriend..." he rested his head on your shoulder as he pressed against you and seemed to pass out again. You waited until he breathed deeply and evenly and slipped out of his tight grip.

He looked relaxed and content as he slept and you resumed your watch over him.

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Yes, I'm pretty sure that head injuries don't work like that, but this is tropetember so Law has the right kind of Amnesia and will be fine xD I hope you enjoyed it

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[worldsmessiestwriter]

That Killer instinct.

tw - swearing?

word count - 1,306

Tony stark x Daughter! reader

inspired by killer instinct from bring it on

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Y/N Stark practically skipped through the door, her energy filling the space as she rushed into the workshop. Tony was hunched over a project, his tools scattered around him, but the second he heard her footsteps, he looked up with a grin, glad to see his daughter in one piece.

“Hey, kid. How was school today?” Tony asked, his voice light but tinged with that typical dad curiosity. He loved hearing about Y/N’s day.

Y/N bounced into the room, practically vibrating with excitement. “Dad! I did it!” she exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with pride. “I’m head cheerleader now!”

Tony paused, his tools still in hand. He sat up straighter, surprised by the announcement. “Whoa, seriously? Head cheerleader? That’s awesome! I mean, I knew you’d make something happen, but this… this is next-level. You know, I was the king of the school for a reason, kid.”

She flashed him a wide grin, obviously proud of herself. “I know, right? And it was so easy, Dad. It was like everything just fell into place.”

Tony leaned back in his chair, still smiling, but curiosity tugged at him. “Tell me everything. How’d you pull it off?”

Y/N hesitated for a split second before she casually flopped down on the couch, kicking her feet up on the coffee table. “Okay, so it started with Cameron right? She was in line to be the head cheerleader. Been working her whole life for it. But, she had that D in chemistry, and I just—well, I tweaked it. You know, a little software update here, a little school system adjustment there…”

Tony’s smile faltered as the pieces of the story began to fall into place. “Wait, you hacked the school system?”

Y/N gave him a sweet, innocent look. “Just a little thing, no harm done. Cameron had no business being captain anyway. D’s are for losers. So, I made sure she was out of the picture.”

“Y/N…” Tony began, rubbing his temple in frustration. “You can’t just mess with people’s lives like that. That’s not how you—”

She cut him off with a nonchalant wave of her hand, her voice still light and peppy. “Oh, Dad, relax. It was just a minor thing. It’s all part of the plan. Anyway, after Cameron ? I had to deal with Abbie. She thought she had it in the bag, too, but she wasn’t quite prepared for what I had up my sleeve.”

Tony’s eyebrows shot up. “What did you do to Abbie?”

Y/N’s grin widened, a playful yet almost predatory glint in her eyes. “Well, I hired this guy… you know, give her a little gift—a lovely case of mono. Totally took her out for the week, so she couldn’t even tryout. Now guess who’s the head cheerleader?”

Tony’s jaw dropped, and for a long moment, he couldn’t find the words. His daughter, the one he’d raised and hoped would take the moral high ground, had taken a shortcut straight to the top, and it wasn’t pretty.

“You didn’t—” Tony started, but Y/N was practically gleaming now, practically glowing with pride as she continued her story.

“Yeah, I did. And now, no one’s in my way. The seniors all think I’m amazing. They kiss my ass, and I’m just sixteen! I’m the girl to beat, Dad. I’m winning.” Her voice was sugary sweet, but there was an edge to it. A fierceness that matched the deadly precision of her methods. “I’m raising hell dad, I’m totally untouchable!”

Tony stared at her, trying to process the words that were coming out of her mouth. His daughter, the head cheerleader—the head cheerleader—was a mastermind of manipulation and underhanded tactics. His thoughts raced, but all he could manage was a frustrated sigh.

“Y/N, you can’t just—this isn’t some game you can play however you want,” he said, standing up from his chair, his voice low and serious now. “You’re talking about taking down people—changing their lives, getting them sick… this isn’t how you build something. You have to earn things the right way.”

Y/N crossed her arms and kicked her legs up a bit more, a little smirk tugging at the corners of her mouth. “Dad, I did earn it. I did whatever it took, just like you always say. Get to the top, or get out of the way. Don’t you always talk about how it’s a dog-eat-dog world? This is how the world works. If someone’s in my way, I just take ‘em out.”

Tony’s expression tightened. He could see how she justified it in her mind, but it wasn’t what he’d meant when he’d taught her to fight for what she wanted. This was more than ambition—this was ruthlessness.

“I know what I taught you,” Tony said quietly, stepping closer to her. “But there’s a difference between fighting for what you deserve and just cutting down anyone in your way to get what you want. You can’t just step on people to win, Y/N. You have to consider the cost of what you’re doing.”

Y/N’s smile didn’t waver, but there was a small flicker of doubt in her eyes. “Dad, you said it yourself—if you’re not first, you’re last. I don’t care about the cost. I care about being the best. And right now, I’m the best.”

Tony sighed again, rubbing his temples as he paced in front of her. “It’s not about being the best, kid. It’s about who you are when you get there. You can be the top dog all you want, but if you’re stepping on people to get there, what does that say about you? You won’t have anyone left when you’re at the top. That’s the cost. The price of all this ambition.” He gestured around, trying to make her see the bigger picture. “Do you really want to be known as the girl who would do anything—anything—to be at the top, no matter who you hurt?”

Y/N paused, chewing on her bottom lip for a moment as she glanced at her dad. She could see the concern in his eyes, the disappointment that was starting to show in his expression, and it gave her pause for just a second. But then the smile returned to her face, and she shrugged.

“I get what you’re saying, but I don’t think I’m doing anything wrong, Dad. I’m winning.” Her voice had a sharpness to it, one that didn’t match the cheerfulness in her tone. “This is how it’s done. And I’m ready to take on anything.”

Tony closed his eyes, swallowing his frustration. He knew she was clever—too clever for her own good sometimes. He just hoped she’d realize one day that there was more to success than simply being on top.

“Well, I guess we’ll see how long that lasts, huh?” he said, his voice softening. “But just remember: the way you get to the top will follow you. It’s not always about being the fastest, or the strongest… it’s about being the right kind of person.”

Y/N grinned, clearly unbothered, and shrugged once again. “I’ll keep that in mind, Dad. But right now, I’m the head cheerleader, and that’s all that matters.”

Tony’s heart sank, but he gave her a small, resigned smile. “Yeah, you sure are kid.” He turned back to his workbench, feeling both proud and disappointed in the same breath.

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[jainiss]

hello!

bringing reactions of luffy, sanji, ace and zoro, from one piece, when they do something that makes yn very angry. Yn have an angry attitude towards them and walk away.

Hope you guys like it ~

Ps: forgive me if there are english mistakes. English is not my native language.

Ps2: these are guesses at what I think it would be. all fictional.

Luffy's eyes widened in surprise as he watched you storm away, anger radiating from every step you took. He scratched his head, completely bewildered by the sudden turn of events. It had all started innocently enough, with Luffy being his usual carefree self.

"Hey, yn, check out this awesome new meat I found!" Luffy had exclaimed, holding up a massive chunk of meat as if it were a treasure. But instead of the usual laughter or excitement he expected from his crewmate, your reaction had been explosive.

"Luffy, you're impossible!" you yelled, your face flushed with anger. Luffy had never seen you like this before. Your fists clenched, and you pointed an accusing finger at him. "You're always thinking about food! We have more important things to do, like finding the One Piece!"

Luffy blinked, his carefree grin fading. He didn't understand what had triggered this sudden outburst. "But yn, I'm always hungry! And finding the One Piece is fun, too!"

Your glare could have burned a hole through a steel wall. "Fun? Luffy, this is serious! We're risking our lives out here, and you act like it's all a game!" With that, you turned on your heel and stormed off, leaving Luffy standing there, meat still in hand.

The crew watched in stunned silence as Luffy scratched his head again, trying to comprehend what had just happened. "I just wanted to share some meat," he mumbled, looking down at the abandoned food in his hand.

Nami sighed and patted Luffy on the back. "You have a lot to learn about people's priorities, Captain." Luffy nodded slowly, a serious expression crossing his face. "I guess I do. But I'll make it up to yn somehow, just wait and see!"

And with that newfound determination, Luffy set off to find you, determined to mend the rift he had unintentionally caused in his crew. Little did he know that this unexpected confrontation would lead to a deeper understanding of his friends and their shared journey towards finding the legendary One Piece.

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Sanji's eyes widened in shock as he watched your face contort with anger. He had always been known for his smooth-talking and flirtatious ways, but it seemed he had crossed a line this time.

Your fists clenched, and your nostrils flared as you glared at him with intense fury. "What did I do?" Sanji stammered, taking an involuntary step back.

He had never seen you like this before, and it was more than a little unsettling. Your voice was low and dangerous as you hissed, "You think you can just flirt your way out of everything, don't you? Well, not this time, you idiot."

Sanji's heart sank as you turned on your heel and stormed away, leaving him standing there, utterly bewildered. He ran a hand through his hair, trying to make sense of what had just happened. It was clear he had underestimated your temper, and now he had to figure out how to make amends.

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In the world of One Piece, Ace always had a fiery personality, but he never expected this kind of reaction from you. It was a sunny day on the deck of the Thousand Sunny, and the crew was gathered around, laughing and sharing stories. Ace, in his usual boisterous manner, had cracked a joke that he thought was harmless. Little did he know, it had struck a nerve with you.

You clenched your fists, your face turning a deep shade of crimson. "Ace, you...you just don't understand, do you?" you seethed, your voice trembling with anger. Ace, taken aback by your sudden outburst, blinked in surprise. "Whoa, what did I say?"

Sanji, sensing the tension in the air, stepped back and muttered, "This doesn't look good." You shot Ace a withering glare and snapped, "You're always making jokes about everything! Some things are serious, Ace. Learn to show some respect!"

The crew fell silent, watching the scene unfold. Ace, realizing the gravity of the situation, tried to offer an apology, "I didn't mean to upset you that much, yn. I'm sorry." But your anger was like a burning inferno, and you turned on your heel, storming away from Ace and the crew.

Luffy scratched his head and asked, "What just happened?" Nami, the voice of reason, sighed and explained, "I think Ace accidentally touched a sore spot, and yn's not in the mood for jokes right now."

As you disappeared into the ship's interior, Ace watched you go with a mixture of regret and confusion. He knew he had a lot to learn about sensitivity, especially when it came to you. Little did he know, he was about to embark on a journey of self-discovery, trying to understand the depths of your feelings and the importance of being more considerate towards them.

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Zoro had always been a man of few words, his steely gaze rarely betraying any emotion. But today, he had managed to do something that had pushed you to your limits. Your temper flared like a storm on the horizon as you glared at Zoro. Your fists clenched at your sides, knuckles white with tension.

"Zoro, you're unbelievable!" you seethed, your voice sharp with anger. Zoro turned his head slightly, acknowledging your anger with a quirked eyebrow. He didn't say anything, waiting for you to continue. "You promised, Zoro!" Your voice cracked with frustration. "You promised you'd be there, and you'd support me when I needed it the most." Zoro's gaze hardened, realizing the gravity of his mistake.

He had indeed made a promise to you, and he had forgotten. It was an oversight, something he rarely allowed to happen. Your violent attitude was palpable, your anger radiating like heat waves. You turned away, unable to bear the sight of Zoro's stoic expression any longer. "I can't believe I trusted you," you muttered as you began to walk away. As you stormed off, Zoro finally spoke, his voice unusually low and filled with regret. "Yn, wait." You paused, your back still turned to him.

"What is it, Zoro?" Zoro took a step closer, his words measured and sincere. "I messed up, and I'm sorry. I should have been there for you, and I'll make it up to you. I promise." You hesitated, torn between your anger and the genuine remorse in Zoro's voice. Slowly, you turned to face him, your eyes still filled with frustration. "You better keep that promise, Zoro." Zoro nodded, his gaze softening. "I will."

And so, in that moment of clashing emotions, Zoro and you found yourselves at a crossroads. Zoro had learned the importance of keeping his word, and you had discovered that even the most stoic of individuals could feel remorse. Your bond was tested, but perhaps, in time, it would grow stronger from this experience.

Byebye~

© jainiss ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ

[alistair-blackwood]

you can't carry it with you if you want to survive (Nimona 2023) - Chapter 2 (Preview #2) (New)

(Note: this is not the finalized draft; anything featured is subject to edits or deletion)

Preview #1 (Updated 01/21/24)

Crouched beneath the desk, scanning the floor for one last stray budget document, a sudden, sharp chime rang from his pocket, startling him so badly he jumped and banged his head into the underside of the drawer. Eyes watering, he settled back onto his haunches, bringing his phone to his ear with one hand and rubbing the back of his throbbing head with the other. “This is Ambrosius,” he said, vaguely noting the late hour and the unfamiliar number, but primarily relieved that his words hadn't emerged as a slurred, incoherent mess. “Sir Goldenloin?”  At the unfamiliar woman’s voice, Ambrosius narrowed his eyes, confused. “Yes?”

At his reply, the woman's sharp sigh of relief crackled the receiver, her voice straining with tears. “Thank Gloreth. I am so, so sorry, sir, I know this isn’t exactly protocol and it’s late and I'm not technically supposed to have your cell but I didn’t know what else to do and I–”

“Hey, whoa–” Ambrosius’ eyebrows shot up in alarm as he hoisted himself to unsteady feet. “Who is this? Are you hurt?”

“No! No, sir, I’m just–” The woman’s voice hitched with a wet sniffle. “I’m sorry. This is Officer Laurel, sir, reporting from the Starcrest hotel over on Willowbrook. The patrolmen's guild has received reports of a disturbance, sir.”

His stomach lurched. It could be a coincidence—the Cynarian workers weren't scheduled to arrive at the Starcrest until next week, why would there be any trouble now? And yet, apprehension flooded him as fleeting images of the angry, fearful faces he'd seen in the crowd earlier that afternoon raced through his mind. 

“What kind of a disturbance?”

“Around 2100 hours, a group of five young men were witnessed breaking and entering the lobby of the hotel and have begun vandalizing the property. One witness believes she saw one carrying a bat. Sir, they—” Her voice wavered. “We suspect they’re a group of knight-cadets, sir.”

Drawing in a sharp breath, Ambrosius pinched the bridge of his nose, struggling to keep his frustration from bleeding into his tone. “Where are you exactly? Are you in the lobby?”

Silence, followed by a sheepish sigh. “I’m in my squad car, sir. I’m– I gave them a stern warning, but I’m not a knight, sir, I'm just a meter maid! I’m not even authorized to carry a baton!” Her voice dropped to a whisper. “I’m pretty sure they’re inebriated, sir.”

Understanding surged through him with a jolt. “You’re alone? Where’s your backup?”

“I, um, am the backup, sir. Captain says we’re stretched real thin and–” She let out another shaky sigh. “He said the kingdom comes before a bunch of foreigners, sir.”

Ambrosius clenched his jaw as he grappled with his escalating anger towards the captain, the cadets, but most of all, himself. Of course. The patrolmen’s guild had been spread thin for months. He’d known that. He just hadn't thought to do anything about it until it had already been far too late to take any meaningful action.

He’d need to take care of this before it grew into something he couldn't handle. He could argue with the patrolmen’s captain and demand they send proper authorities to take care of this, but that could just make things worse. On top of wasting time, he might just receive a gaggle of meter maids and other ill-suited ilk, and Gloreth only knew how things would spiral from there.

The involvement of the knight-cadets ensured that news of this incident would be plastered everywhere by tomorrow morning. It could hand Ambrosius’ detractors even more fuel in their campaign against him, and that wasn’t even mentioning what Ambrosius would do if the Starcrest's belligerent executive officer, after receiving word of this, decided to rescind their agreement. He would have nowhere left in the whole damned kingdom willing to give the Cynarian workers a place to sleep.

It would unravel everything he's been building towards. Six months of late nights and skipping meals and suffering the unfathomable growing gulf between him and Bal, and he’d be right back to where he started.

No, this required a delicate touch; better to take the initiative and get as far ahead of the situation as he could than risk leaving it to someone less capable. It would grant him much more control over the fallout, and, besides, Ambrosius had never been very good at sitting back and watching someone else do his job for him.

Never.

“Let me take the lead, Director,” Todd had said, eyes glittering with malice. “I’ll make it hurt. I’ll make it–”

“I’ll do it.”

The words had spilled out before Ambrosius had a chance to consider them. Not that it would have made a difference. He knew, with a fierce, burning certainty, that there didn’t exist a world where he didn’t, at that moment, assume command. The agony of taking the lead himself paled in comparison to standing aside and allowing Todd, cruel, bloodthirsty Todd, take charge of Ballister's manhunt in his stead—even if the difference amounted to little more than having to choose between carving his heart out or just driving the knife clean through his chest.

No. Ambrosius had never been very good at sitting back and watching someone do his job for him. Not when he couldn't live with the consequences.

He could still hear the patrolwoman’s sniffles over the receiver.  “Officer?” 

She hiccupped. “Yessir.”

“Officer, I need you to call your captain and let him know what’s happening. Confirm there’s no other patrolmen or knights else available to assist.” He doubted it would manifest anything useful, but he still had to do things properly. “Keep me informed of any changes at the scene, alright?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Stay calm,” he said, reaching over to grab his messenger bag. “I’m on my way.”

A shuddering gasp broke the receiver’s pitch. “Thank you, sir. Really, sir, I don’t know what I would have– I’m sorry, I know this isn’t exactly standard procedure–”

“None of this is your fault.” If Ambrosius had a better handle as to the goings-on of his own damn kingdom, perhaps none of this would have come to pass in the first place. This was his mess, it was only fair he cleaned it up. “Stay where you are. I should be there in about 20 minutes. Maybe 30.” 

“Thank you so much, sir. I’ll keep you updated just like you said. Those boys won’t be able to sneeze without me letting you know, sir.”

Ambrosius chuckled. “Let’s not get carried away, Officer.”

“Yessir! I won’t let you down. Officer Laurel, out.”

He hung up the phone and brought it back to his ear just as quickly to phone a cab. With his car on the way, he grabbed the liquor bottle by its neck and shoved it into the back of the dark, dusty cabinet.

Glancing down at his phone again, he pulled up Ballister’s contact ID, thumbing the side of the screen. Taking a deep breath, he started typing.

Hey Bal

Something came up. Shouldn’t take more than an hour

I’m sor–

But he deleted that part. After the things said that night, Ballister deserved to hear any apology from his own lips, not from behind a screen.

Instead, he said,

I love you

The response didn’t take long.

Okay. Just keep me posted

I love you too

With a weary sigh, he pocketed his phone and slung his messenger bag over his shoulder. The cab wouldn’t arrive for another five minutes—just enough time to brew a hot, sobering cup of black coffee.

[lesbiananya]

merry christmas! i bring you...

deleted scenes from who could ever hurt you (as of chapter 30)

content warnings: self-loathing, jimmy.

these are some snippets that i took out of the fic that aren't making their way back. thus they're not considered "canon" to the main fic, but i don't like to completely delete my writing, so here it is! preserved on tumblr...

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Anya Self-Loathing (removed from the end of chapter 21 because it made me feel bad to write it)

“I just… feel so bad for– for subjecting you to myself—” A sob interrupts her words, quivering hands thrown in front of her face as she weeps. 

“Whoa, hey, what do you mean?” It’s impossible to keep the worry out of your tone, fear in your eyes. “Talk to me, please. It’s okay.”

“I’m disgusting,” she says with nothing but raw agony. “My body is– it was already ruined, and you had to put up with me doing that to you—”

“I wanted it,” you waste no time in telling her. “Hey, Anya. Hey… It’s okay. I wanted that. You’re not even a little bit disgusting. I just hope that I didn’t make you feel like you had to do something you didn’t want to…”

She shakes her head. “I wanted it, too— I’m so sorry. This is such a mess. I’m not helping…”

“You’re wonderful,” you reassure her. “What can we do now to make things better? Do you want to talk through it?”

Her gaze lingers on you, silence falling upon her. “I… I can try, but I don’t know if I can…”

“Did anything we did remind you of…” You hesitate to ask her. “Did I do something to trigger you?”

“N– No, not like that. You were so sweet. “

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Distress Signal (scrapped from ... chapter 25, maybe? i can't remember)

In the back of her mind, a question begins to form.

“Hey, Y/N…” 

You blink back at her, your brows knit together in concern. “Yeah, Anya…?”

“How extreme do you think a situation has to be for someone to use that distress signal you told me about…?”

“I mean, I’m not a captain, but—”

“Listen.” Anya shakes her head, her gaze hardening. It surprises you, if the look on your face is a clear indication. “Do you think there’s any way to make it indistinguishable?”

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Ew, Jimmy! (scrapped from chapter 30. i didn't want to include him, so it's brief)

The door slides open as she's attempting to study psychology. Anya picks up her head, and she feels as if her soul has left her body when she sees who it is. How could she have forgotten to lock the door?

“Hi, Jim,” she greets, trying to keep the disappointment and disgust out of her voice whenever she sees him. “Is there anything I can help you with…?”

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Party Discussion, Extended (scrapped beginning for chapter 31)

“I could find some way,” Anya begins to answer, “to distract everyone… maybe. That way, when you go to the cockpit, nobody will realize you're gone.”

“You'd do that?” 

Anya nods at you. “I would. I'm… not sure how that would go, quite yet, but I can think of something. We have time, no?”

“One week until the party. We've got time, I'd say.”

[typicalopposite]

Part 4 of Tommy’s angsty backstory

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

TRIGGER WARNING: homophobia, language, homophobic slurs, violence, mild pushy behavior (forced kissing), threats, internalizing homophobia

Tommy’s stomach is in knots; has been since he walked into the station.

Gerrard doesn’t say anything.

Calls come in, the team goes out, the day carries on like normal… Mostly like normal… Gerrard doesn’t say anything, but he also doesn’t speak to Tommy. Hell he barely even looks at Tommy. At a fire when he had to help Tommy lift some fallen debris to free the trapped people inside, Tommy thanks him… he grunts and walks away.

Tommy’s stomach knots more. Gerrard knows.

Tommy is the first to sit down to eat. He hopes if he eats fast enough he can finish and leave the table before anyone else arrives. “T-Bone!” Sal calls from halfway up the stairs, ruining that hope.

“Hey,” Tommy says, annoyed with how weak an pathetic his voice sounds.

“Barely seen you all shift,” Sal says as he rummages through the fridge. “If I didn’t know any better… I’d say you were avoiding me.”

“Oh? I- I wasn’t.” He was.

The sound of someone new on the stairs echoes out into the open station. Tommy knows who it is without even seeing him. The heavy footed, slow drag of boots from step to step; he walks with a mission, like a hunter stalking his prey. Tommy does a quick glance up at him and his face is hard as stone. Frown pulling all the way down, eyes dark and hate-filled… directed right at Tommy.

Gerrard says nothing. He says nothing as he goes to the fridge, pulls out some Tupperware he brought from home. He says nothing as he heats the food up and stirs it with a throw away fork. He says nothing all the way until he drops the plastic container on the table right next to Tommy; it takes every ounce of restraint he has not to flinch at the sound. Gerrard pulls the seat beside Tommy out, further away from him than needed to be able to sit, before he finally does sit down.

“Have you boys heard about the new recruit they have over at the 115?” Gerrard asks, his voice thick with an edge to it Tommy can’t explain but, he’s preparing to use it to slice into something, someone… Tommy.

“I haven’t,” Sal says. He makes eye contact with Tommy, lifting his brows questioningly for his response.

“Uh- no. No I haven’t either, cap.”

A twitch at the corners of Gerrard’s mouth, like he almost smirks, but stops himself. “Seems they got themselves one of them queers,” he says, dragging out the word and enunciation each letter with a rise and fall of his voice. It doesn’t help he takes his hand and lets it fall at the wrist, wiggling his fingers. It makes Tommy feel sick. “Their poor captain said he had no choice, equal opportunity and all that bullshit.”

Sal scoffs — he actually sounds disgusted — next to him, and sure, Tommy never expected Sal to be an ally. But Sal was his friend. So it stung to know that is only going to last as long as he carries out this charade of who he is. “I wonder how equal he’s feeling now… probably was expecting a nice little welcome party.”

“A nice little ass beating is all he would have got here,” another firefighter says with a laugh from over on the couch. “Right cap.”

“You’re damn right,” Gerrard spits, and Tommy can feel the beady eyes boring into him, he keeps his own on his half eaten plate of food. “Worse if I knew we’d get away with it.”

Sal scoffs again, takes a bite of his food. “Whoa now, he might be into that.”

“It’s disappointing how soft this country has become,” Gerrard continues. “Forcing us to share a work space with them.” His eyes never break from Tommy as he says: “Tell me Sal, how would you feel having a fag working with you? Watching you in the showers?”

Tommy’s stomach drops; Gerrard’s eyes narrows into sharp slits, he resembles a snake.

“If he wanted to keep his eyes he’d better be looking the other way.”

“I’m telling you boys, I won’t tolerate the integrity of this station being muddied by some cock loving pansy ass faggot,” Gerrard hits the table with his fist at each word. His veins beginning to pop in his neck. “I wouldn’t stop until I found a way to get rid of the abomination, mark my words.”

“And we would all be right there with you, Cap; right T?”

Tommy feels Sal bump shoulders with him; it feels like he’s been sucker punched instead; he knows he needs to speak. “Uh- ye- yeah… yeah of cour- yeah…”

He knows he should disagree. He knows he should come clean and if it means leaving the 118, or at the very least reporting Gerrard and all the others comments… at least he’d be doing the right thing…

He doesn’t, and he doesn’t call Jay after his shift either. Thankfully he’s not waiting at Tommy’s apartment when he gets there. He doesn’t call later that night. He doesn’t call the next day. Or the next day. Or the next…

The sensible part of Tommy has accepted this is likely the end of the relationship. The selfish part hopes he just needs a little time, and then they can just go back.

He’s not sure which part of him is the one that comes out when Jay shows up at the 118 at the end of a week of silence.

“Kinard!” Jay yells out into the station.

“Who’s that?” Sal asks.

“He’s— he’s a—” Tommy tries; he doesn’t know what to call Jay, not anymore.

“He better be leaving,” Gerrard snaps, leaning on the railing, looking down at Jay.

“What are doing here…” Tommy hisses speed walking towards him.

Jay doesn’t say anything; he just surges forward, grabbing Tommy’s face and slamming their lips together.

Every ounce of sound in the station ceases. All Tommy can hear is the sound of his own heart as it begins to pound in his chest…

…and then the sickly smack of skin hitting skin.

Jay stumbles back, lip busted and a dark red spot along his jaw; it’s going to be a nasty bruise once it sets. Tommy’s knuckles are tingling and he feels lightheaded. “I— Jay…”

“F- fuck you, Tommy.” Jay says, surprisingly quiet so only Tommy can hear. He finally reaches up to grab at his face. “If you want to keep living this lie… fine. But you can do it alone.” Then he turns and walks out of the station. Slowly the noise returns around him, the whole team is yelling out slurs, and threats towards Jay as he walks away, disappearing out of Tommy’s sight; out of his life.

“What the fuck was that fruit cake on!?” Sal scoffs. He touches Tommy’s shoulder, and Tommy flinches hard before he can stop it. “Whoa, you good?”

Tommy blinks, realizes how freaked out he must look, and nods. “Yeah… I- I’m fine.”

“Brother I’d be just as appalled,” Sal continues. “No worries, he won’t be coming back after that mean right hook.” Sal’s demeanor turns playful, and he throws some fake punches at Tommy.

“Good work, Kinard.” Gerrard says as Tommy walks back into the station trying to beeline to the bathrooms. Tommy looks up and the glint of satisfaction is shining bright in his captain’s eyes; but more so is a hint of threat; threat that he will be watching him. Threat that he will not hesitate to act if Tommy slips up again. He won’t.

******

Tommy has been pacing his living room since He got off the phone with Evan. He doesnt want that man to so much as breathe in Evan’s direction, much less be in charge of him. It’s making him feel sick.

He doesn’t know what he’s going to do. He might just have to risk his job, and perhaps his life, to fly a helicopter into the old bastards house. First he’s going to call Bobby. Evan said he’s doing everything he can to get back to the 118, and he and Athena might be interested in hearing Tommy’s story.

All he knows is he is never going back in that closet, and he’ll be damned if Gerrard even thinks about trying to force Evan into it.

(And there y’all have it! At some point I will hopefully get this fleshed out better in an actual fix!)

[braveclementine]

Chapter 14

Warnings: None. (Will however be a 18+ reader book)

Copyright: I do not own any Marvel characters or locations. However, I do own a few OCs like Elizabeth, Katherine, Stacy, and Jessie. I do not condone any copying of this.

"WAKE UP!" Bucky's joyful voice shouted through the bedroom as you burrowed deeper under the covers.

Why the hell was everyone waking you up so early?

"Go 'way." You mumbled, putting your head under your pillow. You had been ripped from a rather pleasant dream about the end of the wedding when you had your bonding. Your knickers were now wet and you knew Bucky was going to find out soon.

"Nope." He said, grabbing the pillow off your head, grinning down at you. "Come on, we're going to go and find some island kitties."

"Buck, they come out at night." You muttered.

"Oh, I know." Bucky said, tossing the pillow aside so that you could grab it. "But I also promised you a ride on the jet ski."

That did pique your interest and you rose your head a few inches off the pillow to look at his excited voice.

"Alright, fine. Get out. I'm getting dressed." You really didn't want him to find out you'd had a wet dream about all of them last night. That was bloody embarrassing.

"You better not fall asleep." Bucky warned before heading out of the bedroom.

You took a very quick shower, pulling on another two piece bathing suit, this time putting a thin F/C blouse on with blue denim shorts. Pulling on a pair of sneakers, brushing your hair back, and applying a thin layer of makeup- just lipstick, some undereye to get rid of the dark circles, and a little blush- you stepped out of the hotel room.

Bucky immediately swung you up onto his back, charging down the hotel hallway. You squealed, laughing, clutching around his neck.

Steve and Sam were both waiting downstairs, wearing tank tops and swim trunks. They both looked so incredibly hot and ripped, your mouth almost started watering.

Sam was wearing a white tank top that was just. . . mouthwatering. Steve meanwhile was wearing a blue one while Bucky was wearing a black one. God they all looked so delicious. How was it possible that some people could just look so good?

"Come on doll." Bucky said, holding out his hand for you to take. You took it eagerly as the four of you walked to where the kiosk was. The boys got their ski jets before Bucky led you over to one, pushing it easily out onto the water.

You climbed gingerly onto the back of the water vehicle, wrapping your arms tightly around his torso, while his hands gunned the handles.

You shrieked as he took off into the water, Steve and Sam both quickly catching up. They sped over the open water. There were a few other jet skis out already, but for the most part, it was empty except for the three of you.

"Hey Y/N, watch this." Sam called over to you.

You watched as he gunned it, before doing a backflip with the vehicle.

"Whoa." You murmured under your breath. "That was really cool!"

Then you felt Bucky's laugh under your fingertips. "Hold on doll."

"Bucky-" You held on even tighter, almost thinking about squeezing your eyes as he started to speed up. Once he hit a large wave, he magically jerked the jet ski with almost zero difficulties. You could see the entire world upside down for a moment before you landed back on the ocean surface with a large dip and splash.

"Not so bad." You murmured, arms becoming even tighter incase he decided to do it again.

"You two are idiots." Steve shouted over the noise. He then promptly did a double backflip somehow.

"Show off." Bucky shouted.

You giggled. "That's impossible. Captain America is a humble, innocent, naïve little cinnamon roll. He doesn't know how to show off."

"Did you hear that Stevie?" Bucky asked after he was done laughing his ass off, "Y/N over here thinks you're innocent and naïve."

Steve smirked, eyes darkening a little, "Don't worry sweetheart. By next week you'll know better."

You shivered slightly in anticipation.

After another hour or so on the jet ski, they made it back to kiosk. You returned the wetsuits and you guys went for a swim in one of the pools before getting lunch. There, you traded off the three super soldiers to go and hang out with Loki and Thor.

Loki looked rather uncomfortable, wearing a black tank top with a pair of green swim trunks. Black flipflops were fitted on his feet. His black hair was pulled back in a ponytail.

Thor on the other hand wasn't wearing a shirt at all, receiving ogling stares from girls and men alike. He was wearing a pair of dark blue swim shorts with little white lightning bolts on them.

Loki was like your personal ice pack. Being from the Jotun race, he was technically a frost giant. Whenever you got to hot, you would just lean into Loki. He'd wrap his arm around your shoulder lovingly and let you stay with him until you started to freeze and step back into the warm Bahama sun.

You eventually went ahead and visited with the pigs. Shuri, Okoye, T'Challa, and several other Wakandans were there too.

Loki did not like the pigs, preferring to stay far away from them, simply watching as Thor cuddle with them and you sat in the water, petting and feeding them. You weren't a huge fan of the big pigs, but the baby ones that you could hold in your arms were really adorable. It made you want to get a dog, cat, or some other animal when you guys went back home.

Perhaps rabbits. You'd had a few when you were growing up.

Well, Bucky would definitely want a cat. Maybe two. But Steve really wanted dogs. Fury hated cats. T'Challa might want a cat. Clint probably wanted birds. Tony probably wouldn't want animals. Thor probably wanted a dog. Rhodey. . . hmm probably a dog. Sam would want a bird. Stephen probably would want rabbits.

What kind of animal would Loki want?

You looked over at Loki. He was gazing at the pigs like he wanted to turn them in bacon.

You put the baby pig down, moving over to stand with Loki, "Hey Lokes?"

"Yes pet?"

Butterflies fluttered in your stomach.

"If we got a pet, would you want?"

He gazed out for a moment and then said, "I like cats."

"Oh?" You were slightly surprised. But then again, you probably would've been surprised if he had named any animal.

"Yes, they're very majestic creatures. They have elegance and balance. Not to mention they don't make as much noise and are very good comfort pets. They're perfect for curling up in the library and reading with. Plus, certain cat breeds are very beautiful." Loki said. "Especially black cats."

You smiled as he spoke.

He paused and then said, "I also like horses and snakes."

You nodded, leaning on his shoulder. "I like F/A."

He chuckled, "Adorable."

Thor finally came over, "The piggies are adorable!"

You giggled, "I like the baby ones."

Loki rolled his eyes and he was very glad when the three of you started moving back to the resort so that you guys could eat lunch indoors.

Once again, you traded off to hang out with Fury, Maria, and Coulson. They were looking at exhibits and attractions that were inside the hotels so that they could stay out of the hot sun.

For example, they exploring each hotel. There were several different hotels that had Aquariums in them, which were extremely cool. There was even a small condo like hotel set in the middle of the island. They were pink, boxed shape, and they had small pools all around them filled with sea turtles, baby stingrays, and even some with sharks in them.

However, your time with them was cut shorter than the others when you came across someone that you had been thinking about spending time with, but hadn't actually actively searched out.

"Y/N." Your father greeted you awkwardly. He had aged well, still looking very much like he had when you had been growing up. Your mother's soulmate bond was faded to grey, a red line streaking through it and hadn't been replaced.

Fury stopped short, glaring at your father through his one good eye. Dad blanched obviously.

"Hey. . .dad." You greeted him, feeling complete awkwardness seep into you through your bones.

"I've been hoping to see you." He said. "Do you mind if we talk?"

"Er- no, I guess not." You said. You looked at Fury, "I'll see you later."

Fury looked extremely unhappy about letting me go off with my father, but he knew Tony's threat that was hanging over your father's head.

You and your father walked until you reached a small outdoor restaurant. You sat at one of the tables.

"I. . . there's something I've got to tell you Y/N." He said.

"You know, whenever someone starts with that sentence, it never ends well." You said flippantly.

He sighed, "No, and this won't end well either. But I had to warn you, before you went through with the marriage."

You narrowed your eyes, but said nothing, letting him continue.

"I've heard that you've been through a few attacks. And that's because of your soulmate bonds."

"Yeah, I know. The bad guys want to get at the Avengers soulmate." You said, confused. Did he think you were stupid?

He shook his head, "No, it's more than that. It's because of the eleven lines. It's a myth."

"A myth." You repeated. "What do you mean?"

He shifted in his seat, looking around, before leaning forward and saying, "The myth of the eleven lines. It prophesied about a child of either male or female birthed with their lines. You know that usually you get your lines at six months of age, but not you. You came out with your lines Y/N. Just like the prophesy said."

"Okay, but. . ." You racked your brain for answers. It was true, every infant got their lines- at least their own line if they didn't get the soulmate line- at six months of age. Babies didn't know enough colours to have a 'favorite' until they were six months.

Your father held up a hand, "The thing is. . . the child is prophesied to free everyone of their soulmate bonds so that people can choose their mates based on love, not fate."

You felt a thrill of fear shoot through you. Varsagi must've known, that's why he'd cut along the soulmate bonds. Not only to cause pain to your soulmates, but also to probably try out something.

"Your parents feared having you as their child, your mother tried to kill you. They didn't want a child of the prophesy. People were either sending them threats to kill you off, or they were sending praises that the holy child had arrived."

You felt cold now, "My. . . my parents?"

"I'm not your biological father, Y/N. Nor am I Y/S/N's biological father either. My wife and I worked for the FBI in order to keep you safe from any dangers, familial or not. You parents were both in jail. Your biological mother died just a few months ago. Your father will be released on parole in seven months."

You couldn't swallow or breathe. Your. . . father? The FBI agent? He looked sympathetic. "It's why Lindsey and I couldn't be good parents. We did try, but there was just so many threats we had to take care of. We tried to keep you girls safe. The woman that you knew as your mother really died protecting you. You were. . . you were walking home from school with Y/S/N, and one of the scumbags from the KFK went to shoot you. Lindsey took the bullet instead before I took him down."

There were tears in your eyes as you heard the real story. It all made sense now. The way neither you nor Y/S/N were allowed to see your mother's body and there was a closed casket funeral. The way that no one ever seemed to bother you. The way that you always thought you were being followed, but when you turned around no one was there.

"That's why. . . I blamed you." He said heavily. "For her death. And I took it out on both of you. I'm sorry. That doesn't fix anything and I'm sorry. I failed in my duty as both a protector and as a parental figure. Like I've said before, I wish I could turn back time, but I can't. But now, I'm going to keep trying my job. You shouldn't leave any of your superheroes sides. Not once. Your wedding is in three days. Once your marriage ceremony is complete, the lines will cease to have power and you will no longer be able to be used for the attempt on freeing everyone from their soulmate bonds."

"Is that why Mordo sent Bucky straight back to the tower?" You asked.

"Probably. If he managed to use magic to activate Mr. Barnes winter soldier lines, then he probably expected Mr. Barnes to either bring you back to him, or kill you. It depends on whether or not Mordo wants the world free of soulmates or not."

You looked up at him. He seemed so sad and broken. And you realized that without knowing the entire story, you had judged him to harshly.

Yes, he shouldn't have hit you or Y/S/N. But the reason for your parents distance. . . well your real parents had tried to kill you. They were at least better than that.

Suddenly, you heard shouting and screaming from some of the nearby crowd. Your father's head whipped towards the people who were running past your table, "Y/N! Get to the nearest hotel. Find one of your soulmates!"

"But, what are you going to do?" You shouted back as you could hear the sound of guns firing now. He pulled a handgun from his belt.

"Do what I've always been doing, protect you. Now run." He commanded, running towards the action.

Your fight or flight instincts kicked in and you raced forward, grabbing his arm. "No, just come back to the hotel with me."

Suddenly, several large guys dressed in military style gear, holding rather large guns, came up the hill. Upon seeing you, they raised their guns.

"Go!" Your father shouted one last time, before he opened fire on the men. You had no other choice. Without a weapon, you were useless.

Suddenly, as you were almost gone from the clearing, you heard your father cry out in pain. You skidded to a stop, spinning your head to look over your shoulder.

Your father was on his knees and holding one hand to his other shoulder, blood dripping onto the stone patio underneath him.

"No!" You shouted as one of them raised the gun to his head. The others soldiers started coming after you and you turned to keep running.

But you weren't able to look away fast enough to not see the last soldier put a bullet through your fathers head.