#(and one of them i knew couldn't come already when i planned it - she's at a hens party - but we talked about it and decided to go ahead)

[shikaizer]

love the sight? paigebueckers x reader

pics from @bueckershaven

practically drooling while you watch your coach girlfriend practice her players, later on starting to get horny which she had to deal with.

smut.

You honestly had no real reason to be at practice,other than just wanting to see her, your girlfriend paige.

your sat in the bleachers hands in pocket your eyes practically devouring her, all you could do was keep your focus on her, the way her voice carried firm and commanding, the way she took control with the team confident, calm, and completely in charge.

the way she spat orders, corrected stances, and encouraged her players, sweat glistening down her arm as she paced,you watched the way her muscles moved under that thight fit black shirt, how her eyes narrowed whenever she focused and they way the players respected her without question.

something about seeing her like that—so in control, so confident,it sent a wave of heat through you, your legs crossed instinctively.

you shifted in your seat, trying to calm the flutter low in your belly, but it was useless, you were burning.

she glanced up once and caught your gaze,just for a moment, her lips curled slightly,like she knew,Like she felt it too.

you swallowed hard, you’d planned to wait until after practice, but now you weren’t so sure.

you weren’t just watching anymore,you were counting down the minutes.

you stayed still,pretending to scroll through your phone while your eyes stayed locked on her,players clapped each other on the back, sweaty and exhausted. paige gave a few last instructions, then finally,finally,her eyes landed back on you.

she gave you that look, the one that made your breath catch,the one that said she already knew what you were thinking, and shes been thinking about it too.

she walked over, slow and deliberate. you stood to meet her halfway, but before you could speak, she tugged you behind the bleachers, away from the lingering eyes and stadium lights

her hand slid around your waist, firm and warm, and her lips brushed your ear. “you’ve been staring at me all practice.”

you smirked, breath hitching as you leaned in. “and what if I was?”

you grabbed a fistful of her shirt, pulling her closer, she backed you against the wall, hands braced beside your head, eyes dark with hunger.

"fuck— you know, i couldn't focus earlier, you kept staring at me like you wanted to eat me right there." she muttured keeping her gaze at you.

"i was actually" you responded with a sly smirk, she bit her lip and shaked her head "your trouble." you licked your bottom lip looking up at her "and your the reason."

she slammed her lips on yours

rough, hungry, a release of all the tension that had been building with every stolen glance, her hand slid down your thigh, lifting it against her, pressing you closer.

"five minutes." she growled. "locker room’s locked, court's empty. no one's gonna come looking."

you grinned "then you better make it count, coach."

she didn't wait,once she knew you wanted this—really wanted this, she shifted into that same commanding mode she used with the team, only now, all that focus was on you.

her hands roamed, possessive and sure, sliding under the hem of your shirt, fingertips grazing your skin like she was memorizing every inch, you gasped against her mouth, back arching slightly as she pressed you harder into the wall.

“quiet” she whispered, lips trailing down your neck. “you dont want anyone hearing, do you?”

the thrill made your pulse race, her hand found its way beneath your waistband, her touch slow at first, then firmer when she felt how ready you were, she looked up, eyes locked on yours, dark and smug.

"damn, you are this wet just from watching me?”

you could barely speak, a nod was all you managed as she worked you with her fingers slowly thrusting inside you,perfect, every breath you took was shaky.

she gave your neck soft kisses teeth grazing them, she curled her fingers inside you and started to slam inside you in a relentless way.

she rushed, fingers moving as fast as possible your moans beig muffled as you buried your face on her shoulder, she kept you right there, trembling for more,her other hand gripped your thigh tighter, holding you open, steady against the wall.

“your gonna come just like this" she growled against your ear “and then im going to take you home and ruin you all over again.”

you let go with a cry muffled against her shoulder, body shaking, nerves on fire. she held you through it, proud and greedy at the same time.

and as your legs finally settled reaching you climax and your breathing calmed, she kissed your cheek, then your jaw, voice low and dangerous.

masterlist.

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[thestarlitdreamer]

jason todd <3

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intro :: some drabbles about jason to get into the groove for a fanfic i have planned ! all events mentioned in this excerpt are canon in the fic btw. will probably make a post introducing it if this does well, and even if it doesn't i'll still do it anyway. lol

tags :: sfw, some cursing, fem! s/o, angst angst angst, young adult mcs, MAJOR slowburn friends to lovers, ?cliffhanger?

word count :: 2.3 k

first time writing abt jason (surprisingly) so hope u enjoy !

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jason had been in love with her for as long as he could remember.

as kids, she was the one who saved him: she had so excitedly introduced herself and asked if he wanted to be friends, she had brought him into her home, into her life, into her family. most importantly, she brought him into her heart. and by god was it radiant. she was the most loving being jason had ever known, with the kindest heart and the biggest brown eyes anyone had ever seen. they were dark like the earth, wide and fluttery like a doe, as warm as a hug. living in the most dangerous city in the country was enough to instill jason with fear, being completely alone and left to fend for himself was enough to give in to despair, and just being himself was enough to make him want to give up. but then he met her, and for the first time in his life jason could finally breathe. for the first time in his life, jason finally felt safe. she made him feel like he had finally come home.

but everything changed the day he died.

from then on, he had ruined the life of his closest friend, his favorite girl in the entire world, forever. and he didn't know how to fix it. a few years passed after his revival. he was nineteen, transitioning into his new persona as the red hood, and finding that it suited him far better than he would have preferred. he knew what she would say if she ever saw him like this: that he was a boy destined for great things, but that more than anything, he was destined to be happy. jason felt he was destined for a lot of things, but happiness was never among them. and he knew the mere admittance of that would break her heart.

six months after his death, jason had been resurrected like lazarus from the dead.

from the moment jason's eyes fluttered back open, his first thoughts were of her. and of just how much his death destroyed her. more than anything, jason wanted to run back to her, and hug her with such a ferocity she had never felt before. but he had already broken her heart once. and he couldn't bear to see her mourn him just to have to bury him again. he couldn't risk doing that to her. he would never be able to live with himself and goddamn it if it wasn't already hard enough. so when he came back, he tried his best to stay away. he didn't look for her. he didn't silently watch her at school, make sure she got home safely. he didn't ever check up on her or even catch a glimpse of her face for three long years. he begged his family to do that work for him. to keep her safe, make sure she was okay. even though they all knew she wouldn't be. he had vowed to never appear in her life again, because he figured it was what was best. that she would be exponentially safer and more stable if she didn't know her best friend had come back from the dead even more battered and damaged than he was before he left. he thought it was what would be best. that he was making sure she'd continue to grow up fairly okay, and move on. but his plans never went the way he intended them to.

jason caught her sitting on the edge of a building at midnight.

at first, he had no idea who she was. just like every night, he was stalking gotham's streets amidst complete darkness, passing by flickering streetlights and stumbling stragglers. his gaze briefly shifted up towards the sky, eyes set on the full moon and how its light basked gotham in an eerie glow. it was then that he noticed the dark figure positioned at the ledge of a building, and he sprang up without hesitation. the voice in his head was screaming at him that they might jump, and he didn't want to entertain the possible outcome if that feeling were true. he scaled the building with a swift quickness, moving in complete silence. as he planted his feet on the roof, he approached carefully. if he moved too suddenly or startled the person on the ledge, they could very possibly just jump out of fear. or just as tragically, fall by complete accident. he was dressed as red hood, as always. but he turned his voice modulator off because the last thing someone in that situation needed was to feel less human. and jason found that a kind voice could do a lot for someone struggling with their own sense of humanity.

"hey," he began softly. "could you step away from the edge, please? we can't risk you getting hurt. no one's meant for that kind of consequence, even if it feels like you deserve it. because i can promise you that you don't. you don't deserve this." jason crouched down on his knees, a few places away from the person on the ledge. they were small, covered by a baggy grey sweatshirt with a hood that shielded their face.

she replied in a whisper. "you don't have to worry about me. i'm not going to jump. and even if i wanted to, i wouldn't. i could never do something like that to my parents. it would destroy them."

hearing her speak made jason's heart shatter. she sounded so defeated, so fragile, almost on the verge of tears. "i really wish your reasoning involved more concern about your own life rather than somebody else's."

she merely shrugged in reply. this whole time, she hadn't looked jason's way once. and he hadn't seen her face either. but something was telling him that he couldn't walk away now, so he sat a little closer, directly at her side. he followed her gaze to the sky and how it illuminated gotham's streets below.

"why are you up here in the first place?" jason finally asked.

"today's my birthday. the big one-nine."

"so why are you here by yourself? shouldn't you be inside, with your family, somewhere safe?"

"i couldn't sleep. so i decided to walk around, and when i got bored of that i found this building, and figured it wouldn't be too difficult to climb up to the roof. so i did. i like watching the city from up here. feels less like i'm a character in my own life story and more like an observer to everyone else's. i think i like it better that way."

jason nodded solemnly, listening to her soft voice in silence. it was then and only then that she decided to turn her face towards his, looking his way for the first time all night. and when she did, jason felt his heart drop. in a matter of seconds, jason's entire body froze, his stomach feeling completely sick. he thought genuinely that he might vomit right then and there. he was eternally grateful that his helmet shielded his panic away from the girl who sat beside him.

because it was her.

"i think i've heard of you before," she said. "red hood. you're some kind of vigilante, i suppose. am i right?"

jason choked out a response. "yeah, i guess you could call me that."

jason couldn't have predicted her next words even if a time-traveler had come and told him themselves. "what else would i call you? jason?"

fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. he couldn't do this anymore. he couldn't just pretend and lie to her anymore. he couldn't continue living while the blood in his body boiled to the point of near explosion. he couldn't fucking do this anymore.

jason's words came out sheepishly and far more timidly than he had expected. "what gave it away?"

she stared at him now, those deep brown eyes piercing his own, holding him at gunpoint. he couldn't blink, couldn't dare to pull himself away from her gaze. he had avoided it for three long years. he couldn't avoid it anymore.

"when you first spoke, i thought your voice sounded familiar. i immediately felt calm in the same way i had only ever felt with you. but i had my suspicions before that. for a while now."

"what were they?"

"i noticed sometime around the third-year anniversary of your death that i was the only one still visiting your grave. the only flowers there were ones i had laid at my last visit. and when you first died, dick was the one inviting me to visit you at the cemetery. it would be me, your siblings, and alfred. bruce never visited with the rest of the family, and we all knew it was because mourning you was something he preferred to take on alone. about four months ago, dick stopped inviting me. and there have been a few times where dick or alfred or even bruce would reach out and invite me to the manor, just wanting to see my face again, check in, have coffee or sometimes dinner. i brought up red hood once, and everyone froze. i could tell that there was something i wasn't supposed to know, and that everyone else was doing a horrible job at hiding it. after that, i just started forming my own theories. i never actually figured they might be true until tonight. you still use the same earthy scented body wash as you did when you were fifteen. i could smell it when you came closer, underneath the stench of sweat and blood. i guess some things never change, do they?"

again, with those doe eyes of hers, and those black curls that were disturbed by the breeze and her deep brown skin that always reminded jason of the sun. everything about her felt serene. like she was more of a fairy tale than a girl. and like always, she left him completely speechless.

"will you come to my place with me?" he asked softly, his voice barely heard over the whipping of faraway branches in the autumn breeze. and to his surprise, she nodded.

jason's bike was down below, waiting for them.

she had never been on a motorcycle before, so naturally she was nervous. but jason reassured her that she would be okay, and as always, she trusted him.

when they arrived at jason's apartment, she was fully ready to stay up the rest of the night talking. but jason assured her there would be time for that tomorrow. that now, all she needed to do was sleep.

"i got you some clothes and extra blankets if you need them. my room is clean and ready for you. i'll be in the living room if you need anything, okay?"

she stood in front of him with an expression of confusion plastered on her face. "jason, i'm not going to sleep in your bed. i'm fine with sleeping on the couch. i'm not trying to impose."

jason dragged his hands through his hair in frustration. "for fucks' sake, stop being so nice all the time. you just found out on your birthday that your childhood friend came back from the dead and you don't want to impose? fuck no, you're sleeping in my room, i'm sleeping on the couch, end of discussion." jason set the pile of clothes and blankets into her hands. "go get ready for bed. like i said before, call me if you need anything." and he left down the hallway without a second glance.

ten minutes later, and she was more than ready to finally go to bed. jason lent her his face wash, and found a spare toothbrush for her to use so she could properly wash up. as of now, she sat on the edge of jason's bed, clothed in one of his shirts that fit her like a dress. granted, it was baggy on him as well, but even more so on someone a foot shorter than him. but she couldn't go to sleep, not that she had tried. she couldn't go to sleep knowing her best friend was just a room away and there was still so much left unsaid. she hadn't seen him since they were fifteen. and these have been four excruciatingly long years. quietly, she opened the bedroom door and walked into the living room, where jason was sprawled across the couch, visibly uncomfortable.

"jason?"

his head whipped towards her direction immediately, standing up just as fast. "do you need anything? i have some melatonin if you can't sleep, or i could make coffee because i know with your adhd caffeine always makes you tired, or-"

"jason," she repeated, more firmly but still just as sweet. her hands reached up to cradle his face, flinching at first, until the moment her skin came in contact with his own, and he melted into her touch. "will you please sleep in here with me? please? i just got you back and i don't want you to go away," she trembled, lips quivering ever so slightly. but jason knew better than anyone how much she hated to cry, but she'd be lying if she said she wasn't close.

he could never tell her no. so he hugged her as tightly as his exhausted body would allow, whispering yes into her ear. as he climbed into bed next to her, she cuddled up close to him almost immediately. he was grateful for it. truly, grateful.

she dozed off to sleep within ten minutes, her head laying against his broad chest, listening to his heartbeat as if fearing it would never beat again.

jason watched her as her chest continued to rise and fall, listening to the sound of her breathing soothe him like waves of calmness flowing over his entire body. jason kissed her forehead, vowing to protect and love her forever as his body began to shake with uncontrollable sobs.

jason had loved her for as long as he could remember.

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a/n: hope u liked it! :3 have a good day bby <3

[rowenabean]

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[unloneliest]

the problem of the matter is i did internalize so much of what ex friend believed about me. even though i knew he was wrong and knew what was happening and tried to stop it and if i took more action to stop it would have been abusing power i held in a way i couldn't live with myself for.

[ssahotchnerr]

aaron’s wife going into labor on his birthday or the day before and gives birth on his birthday?

only more reasons to celebrate

happy birthday aaron 🥰 & the abridged version of ellie's debut!! (now it's official she and aaron share a birthday <3) cw; fem pregnant!reader, (sad) references to 9x5 and takes place end of 9x6, vague childbirth talk with no specific details, fluff!!! wc; 1.3k

"Happy almost birthday. I'll keep it on the DL." You heard Penelope utter to Aaron, faintly as she walked past him.

"Thank you." He replied, finding your eyes and offering a wink.

Come tomorrow, he was confident it would be anything but on the down low. He knew you, and although you were about ready to pop, you would go all out for him as much as you possibly could.

And he was right - you and Jack had already planned his day out to a T, beginning with a birthday banner and all.

"Okay everybody, I guess it's time-" Penelope spoke to the group, embracing her role as hostess, holding the team's very first Day of the Dead party.

You smiled to yourself at their brief exchange, your eyes flicking between the two of them. Your heart warmed, especially when Aaron sidled alongside you, a hand finding your lower back.

After the last few weeks, after what Aaron had endured, there was only more of a reason to celebrate. His close proximity; the heat radiating from his body, the smell of his cologne, choked you up immediately.

Sole reminders he was in fact, here.

Undergoing emergency surgery, fighting for his life - all of which nearly sent you into an early labor - once again he had defied all odds. It could've been very likely you could've been celebrating his birthday without him, talking to him through a candle as he and Jack did to Haley.

You immediately pushed the thought from your mind. It petrified you. Losing him. Bringing your baby into the world without him. Jack losing another parent. Life without Aaron. You couldn't afford to think like that.

And now, with that in the past, it finally felt as if life were settling back down. As much as it could, at least. The newest Hotchner addition soon to make their arrival into your family.

"Hey," You said softly, mumbling underneath Penelope's spiel. "I love you."

His hand moved from your back to your shoulder, offering a comforting squeeze. "I love you."

But despite your want for a bit of normalcy, it was interrupted by twinge erupting in your body. It wasn't your first little pang either, but you figured - it couldn't be. Not yet.

JJ, on the other hand, was keyed in onto you. She's been studying you all night long, throughout all of Penelope's planned extravaganzas - appetizers, the remembrances, enjoying the party. From every movement, reaction, facial expression.

It wasn't until the strongest contraction hit, and when you were beginning to seriously question it. She, out of all people, would know. She nearly did the same thing herself.

"What?" You innocently asked, despite the fact you knew, as her intensifying stare hadn't lifted from you in a fair few minutes. You flinched slightly, pain written across your face. You lowered your hand, deciding against the hors d'oeuvres you had been reaching for.

"How far apart are they?"

That was all JJ had to say, causing an instant standstill in the room. Aaron's eyes widened as they shot to you, realization filling them within a second. The rest of the team's conversations came to a halt, anticipating eyes on you. An excited squeal escaped Penelope.

Everything after that was a blur. Aaron getting you to the car in a frenzy; a very calm, and collected frenzy. Getting to the hospital, checking in, and experiencing the highs and lows of childbirth. At one point, you certainly cut off the circulation in Aaron's hand.

Come mid morning and an epidural later, she was here.

"Sorry for overshadowing your birthday." You took a break from admiring the little one swaddled in your arms to glance at your husband. It was hard to tear your gaze away. She was perfect.

And not only did you feel an outpouring amount of love for her, but Aaron as well. Viewing him in a different, lovingly light. It felt as if your chest could burst with infatuation. She was half you, half him. The two of you brought this bundle of joy into the world, together.

"Are you kidding?" Aaron gave you an almost offended look from where he was seated beside you, before a smile overtook his face. He pressed a kiss to your temple, gazing at your daughter too. "This is easily, easily the best birthday I could ever imagine. You've given me the greatest gift. Thank you for making it even more special, sweetheart."

The happiness on your face grew, and he immediately gave you a kiss. You could feel his smile.

"Thank you for making me a Dad again."

Later in the day, Jack's head poked through the crack of the door, a grinning Jessica behind him.

"Hey," Aaron beckoned the two of them in, both entering slowly. Jess had a plastic tray of cupcakes in hand. Celebrations were in order, times two.

"Hi Mom, Dad."

Jack hesitantly approached, surprisingly shy. You imagined Jessica had given him the quiet talk on the way up. Either that, or maybe he was still a bit weary from when he visited Aaron in the hospital a few weeks ago - there was the smallest bit of worrisome furrowed in his brows.

Jess stepped off to the side, allowing the four of you to have your moment.

"Hi buddy." You greeted as your eyes immediately welled up, the emotion clear in your voice; overwhelmed from enduring childbirth, your hormones everywhere, and the pure happiness coursing through your veins. "Wanna meet your sister?"

It was surreal too; Jack finally meeting his little sibling. After months of excitement, preparation, talks of what life would be like with a new addition. The time had finally arrived.

Right now. Right now was the beginning of their bond that was sure to be the most special thing.

"Sister?" His face lit up, any remaining hesitations aside as he made it to your bedside, attempting to lean over to get a clearer view. "She's a girl?"

"Here, careful." Aaron's hands extended forward, helping him onto the hospital bed. You were sore, multiple IVs were poking into you, and to make certain the baby wasn't disrupted by any of the movement.

Jack nestled gently into your side, peering at her in absolute awe. The smallest of breaths left him, you could feel his exhale on your arm. "I can't believe that's really her. She's so tiny."

"Isn't she? Can you believe you were this small once?" You asked, adjusting the blanket to expose a bit more of her face. At the action, Aaron's posture straightened, ready to assist if needed, or to simply do it for you. He was definitely worried you'd somehow overexert yourself. "Are you up for holding her?"

Jack's expression widened, nodding vigorously as Aaron did help this time - moving her from your arms to his, and ensuring the back of her head was supported. The classic pillow-under-the elbow strategy.

Once settled, her eyes opened for a moment, blinking up at her big brother, as if she knew she was being held by him. Jack's gaze lifted in shock, glancing between you and Aaron. Once again, cue your tears.

"What's her name?"

"Eleanor." Aaron answered proudly, another smile tugging on his lips. You met his gaze, grinning.

"She shares a birthday with you Dad." Jack stated, using the side of his index finger to brush her cheek. "That's so cool. You guys are like twins."

"Yeah well, we'll see how much Eleanor likes it as she gets older."

You playfully rolled your eyes, your reaction causing a chuckle to exit Aaron. His hand found the back of your head, lovingly smoothing your hair down.

"It's very cool." Aaron still confirmed, his heart full. "I was just telling Mom, this is one the best presents I could ever receive."

"And two birthdays mean two birthday cakes." Jack looked up at his father, grinning from ear to ear. "Ellie will love it."

[fakebwitch]

need a part two of the panties in the car where he comes home and confronts y/n and she’s all like huhhh? 👀🤭

rafe punish you after finding your panties in his car [rafe x fem!reader]

part one

a/n: ookayyy i just had to write about this cause i can imagine her being so clueless about it while he's been going crazy all day, and then ofc he’s going to punish her. thank you for giving me this inspo, hope you’ll enjoy it!!!

warnings: nswf contents, begging, oral, pnv, praising, spanking, chocking, dirty language.

throughout the rest of the day rafe's head was elsewhere. during the meeting he was distracted all the time, muttering a few "mhm" now and then and a few nods, staring at a fixed point while his head kept thinking about you. when the meeting was finally over over, rafe stood up quickly almost running as he left the office.

the drive home was not very smooth, cursing all the red lights that kept him away from you. arriving at your house he absentmindedly parked the car, hurrying to get out of it, he inserted the keys in the lock opening the door, as he expected you were not there waiting for him, he knew it was all part of your plan. passing through the living room he saw you were not even there, he sighed as he walked up the stairs leading to your room, his cock twitching in his pants, eager to be inside you.

he walked into your room, the door was open, and he saw you. you were lying on the bed on your stomach, your phone in your hands scrolling on tiktok while your feet were up, swinging from side to side to the beat of the song. his eyes fell on your thighs, the plump of your ass visible to his eyes because of the little skirt.

“hey” he said, short but etched. you turned your head toward him, a smile grew on your face as your eyes softened, “hi baby” you said turning your back, supporting you with your elbows, his face didn't look very enthusiastic.

just as you were about to ask him how the day went, he interrupted you. “what was that about?” he asked, approaching you, taking a few steps closer to the bed, his voice low almost threatening and for a second you forgot about the little surprise you had left in his car the previous day.

“what?” you answered naively as you looked down at him, blinking your long lashes. “don't fucking act dumb, why the fuck where your panties in my car?” he said much more pissed off this time, no longer able to contain himself, his knees were now touching the bed and your view was perfectly aligned with his cock.

“oh- umh they were simply a little itchy so I decided to take them off, I guess I forgot about them...” you replied shrugging as you looked around, in his eyes you were clearly teasing him.

as much as he hated it, your attitude only hardened his cock, he sighed again as he ran a hand over his face. “you wanna know what else is itchy? my fucking dick from the moment that i get in the car this morning to the whole fucking day,” he confessed as he pointed his finger at you, you couldn't help but bite your lip as you felt your pussy clench around nothing, hearing the kind of effect you had on him just with your panties.

“sit your ass here” he said as he sat down on the bed, patting his tight. you watched him for a few seconds, you knew what he had in mind at that moment, “fucking move” he said irritably, pulling you toward him by the ankle. you settled so that your belly was in contact with his thighs, your ass in full view for his eyes.

he lifted your skirt all the way up, almost drooling as he looked down at your ass hugged by pink panties. your hands were already clutching the fabric of the sheets underneath you, closing your eyes waiting for rafe to hit you. he groped your ass for a few seconds, squeezing the soft skin in his big hands, and then suddenly a slap, you squinted as your teeth dug into your lips.

“count for me doll” he told you almost in a whisper, his deep, rough voice almost made you moan, “one” you said as his other hand moved on the low of your back, making sure to held you back in your seat. his hand squeezed the fat of your thighs, just below your ass, “thought it could've been a good idea to put your panties in the car uh? always find a way to get me mad” he said, in the process another slap landed on your ass, he looked carefully at the way your ass jiggled, the halo of his hand mark barely visible.

“two” you said squeezing the fabric tighter.

he massaged the newly affected area, slightly alleviating the pain, “got me jerkin off like a fucking kid, that's what you wanted don't you?” he confessed to you as his hand hit your ass again, you hissed pressing your head into the soft sheets, the pain you just felt mixed with your throbbing clit, the idea of him jerking off on you using your panties and the fact that right now his hard cock was right under your pussy, wasn't helping at all.

“three” you said, your voice muffled by the sheets.

he kept complaining as two hard slaps hit you, your skin now marked by the imprint of his hands, “shit” you let slip, feeling your skin burn as your vision blurred. he grabbed the newly affected skin tightly, “ouch rafe-” you whimpered through clenched teeth trying to get up, but the hand he had on your back slammed you back down on the bed, your face met the soft fabric again as a tear ran down your cheeks, once it reached your lips you licked it, savoring the salty taste.

“nah you're not running, you're gonna take it all” he said grabbing your hair, pushing your head back, the perfect opportunity for another slap. “rafeee... it hurts” you whined clinging to the sheets, you didn't remember it hurting so much.

“shh it's alright baby, you're taking it sooo good” he praised you, his voice low and deep, his palm stroking your irritated skin.

“how many is that?”

“6” you replied, another tear streaked your face. “only four more baby, you can do that right?” he said almost teasing you, letting go of his grip on your hair, bringing his hand back to your back.

“yes.”

when he got to the tenth he decided it was enough, his hand now gently massaging the soft skin of your ass trying to ease the pain, your cheeks streaked with salty tears as you felt your skin burn, the imprint of his hand well scanned on your ass. he helped you up, you sat up on your knees finally meeting his gaze. your mascara slightly smudged from the way your face was splattered against the sheets, your cheeks flushed, your hair messy and your lips swollen from how hard you were biting them, his cock hardened at the sight of how perfect you looked.

one last remaining tear slid down your entire cheek ending up under your chin, rafe was quick to brush it away with his thumb as his hand gently came in contact with your neck, “shh baby it's all over” he shushed you, pushing your face to his as your lips finally collided with his.

the kiss quickly became more intense, your hands on the nape of his neck pushing him toward you as his hand groped your tits violently from above your top. a small moan escaped him as you brought your hand down toward his polo shirt, letting him know that he should take it off, he was more than happy to oblige by slipping it off and tossing it somewhere in the room.

you resumed the kiss as your hand wandered over his toned pecs, moving down to his abs, you heard small sounds leave his lips as your delicate fingers brushed against his skin. you traced his happy trail going down a little further, grabbing his cock through his pants, he let out a choked moan breaking the kiss. he took your hand and moved it away, "y’want it that bad, isn't that right?" he mocked you, you nodded quickly, his hand still tight on your wrist with a small grin, "lie down."

you did as he said, you lay down opening your legs so he could settle between them, a small whimper escaped your lips as your flushed ass came in contact with the fabric underneath. rafe positioned himself between your legs, his hands rested on either side of your head, he lowered his head kissing you as his right hand helped you slip off your top. he broke the kiss, kissing down to your jaw, up to your neck, you bit your lip holding back a moan feeling his hot breath just below your ear. he lingered there for a few seconds then moved the kisses lower, as his hand groped the other breast his mouth latched onto your nipple, sucking it fervently. he gave the other the same attention, licking and sucking as little moans escaped your lips.

"you gonna let me taste baby?" he whispered as his kisses moved to your stomach making you shiver, "mhm" you hummed enjoying the feeling of his soft lips on you, "can't hear you" he scolded you as he lifted up your skirt, "want your mouth on me" you whimpered meeting his gaze, his eyes full of lust. your clit throbbing under the fabric of your panties, at the thought of his warm breath on your pussy, making you shiver.

all day long he had been thinking about having his head between your thighs, licking you clean. It was probably one of his favorite things, eating your pussy while your thighs suffocated him, your moisture spread all over his chin while continuous moans came out of your lips.

"we're gonna keep these on, right? think you've already lost too much pairs mhm?" he said, the vibrations of his voice hit directly your pussy as you felt it clench around nothing. he put a hand under your thigh pushing you closer to his face, his eyes noticed the small wet spot visible on your panties, a smirk grew on his face at the sight.

with his index finger he moved the garment to the side, your wet pussy in perfect view for his hungry eyes, without warning he licked a long strip, up to your clit, which begged for attention. you let out a moan feeling his tongue explore your folds, you raised your hips meeting his face, eager for more. his tongue lingered for a few seconds on your entrance, "fuuuck rafe" you moaned as your head fell back pushing his head closer to your pussy with your hand, his nose slammed against your clit.

he knew just what you wanted, and within seconds he began to suck fiercely on your bundle of nerves. the way his tongue felt on your pussy, his hot breath, his hands clinging firmly to your thighs almost leaving bruises just worked you up even more. "baby- soo good" you praised him, as he kept sucking and licking, practically making out with your pussy.

you kept moaning feeling overwhelmed by pleasure, your hands tightened the sheet below while your toes curled, feeling a familiar knot forming in the lower abdomen. “i-i’m cum-” you didn’t even get to finish the sentence as rafe get away from you pussy, leaving you clenching around nothing and unsatisfied, if there’s one thing you hated was when your orgasm was interrupted, rafe knew that real well. “baby wha-why?” you whined as you stood up supporting yourself with your elbows, your expression wrinkled, face slightly flushed as you looked up at him, his face coated with your wetness, he scooped it all up with his index and middle fingers sticking them in his mouth, sucking them clean. he couldn't get enough of your taste.

“as much as i love tasting you, i fucking need to be inside you” he said quickly unbuckling his belt, you bit your lip at the thought of his cock moving fast inside you, your pussy already clenching. he lowered his pants along with his underwear, his hard cock that all day long kept bothering him finally free.

he wrapped his hand around his dick, there was no need to spit since the small drops of pre cum had spread along the entire length, he began to rub slowly at the sight of your wet pussy in front of him, your fucked face and your hard nipples, he dropped his head back emitting small sounds of pleasure. as much as you loved the erotic view in front of you, the way his arm muscles flexed with every movement, his body covered with a small layer of sweat and his mouth open with pleasure, you needed him inside you.

“rafey need you inside so bad” you practically begged him, looking at him from below with your best eyes. your clit still throbbing from the orgasm you had been denied, praying that someone would pay attention to it. you almost cried feeling so in need of cum, and rafe didn’t seem to care enough.

“i got you doll” he said simply, returning his gaze to you. he pulled you even more towards him by the leg, you quickly wrapped your legs around him and his tip hit against your clit, you both let out a moan at the sensation. he grabbed the tip of his cock rubbing it all over your pussy.

“don’t tease” you complained, becoming more and more impatient as rafe continued to tease you. what you didn’t know is that he wanted it as much as you, if not more. his cock had desired your pussy all day, throbbing in his pants and all he wanted was to sink every inch of his length into your hot and tight hole, but at the same time he loved to see you equally desperate, eager for his cock inside you while you looked at him with your eyes, which pushed him to the edge every time, begging him to fuck you, that you needed him, to feel him, he simply loved it.

“don’t tease?” he repeated chuckling darkly, “then what did y’do with me baby, uh? c’mon tell me” he encouraged you, his swollen tip was still pressing against your clit, “I...” you started to say but too embarrassed to continue, under his stinging gaze you almost wanted to disappear.“don’t get shy on me now pretty girl, say it” he said wrapping his hand around his cock again, pushing the tip slightly inside your entrance, he could feel the heat of your walls as your pussy was ready to receive it.

“uuuuh…-i’ve been bad rafe, i teased you with my panties” you said sighing, a small part of his tip inside you, squeezing him already so well that it was difficult for rafe to restrain himself from hammering inside you. “yeah that’s right baby, now what y’want me to do?” he said trying to control himself, but his almost trembling voice betrayed him, “fuuuck i want you to fuck so bad, please rafe” you begged, there was no more room for shyness, the only thing in your head was his dick, and how much you wanted it inside you.

“that’s a good girl” he praised you, the tip of his cock completely entering your tight hole, he lingered for a few seconds enjoying the sensation of your tight pussy around him, your mouth open and your face frowning while his cock pushed deeper inside you. “fuck baby, just squeezing me tight… so nice and warm” he said, his cock completely inside you. the walls of your pussy stretched accepting the new intrusion as you could feel every single vein on his cock pulsating inside you.

“oh fuck rafe” you breathed feeling so full, he gave you little time to adapt to its length, quickly finding his rhythm pushing deep inside you.

while with one hand he squeezed your leg firmly, the other hand tightened around your breasts, clinging to it. your hands tightened to the sheet while rafe began to push himself hard inside you. the sound of his body slamming against yours every time he pushed himself inside you and the wet sound that his cock emitted when he entered and left your hole filled the room.

he pinched your nipple, you moaned as rafe could feel your pussy tighten around him, “so tight doll, i can barely move” he said as your pussy sucked him inside. your eyes rolled to the back of your head, your teeth sank strongly into the soft skin of your lips trying to hold back the loud moans that threatened to come out, the tip of his cock repeatedly hit the right point making you arch your back.

you opened your eyes suddenly, feeling his hand wrap around your neck, applying enough pressure to make you whine. “keep your eyes on me” he incited you, his own voice sounded weak. you looked at him with narrowed eyes, barely focusing on the words that came out of his mouth, the pressure of his hand on your neck and his cock that continued to throb inside you were enough to make your head dizzy.

rafe lowered his head towards yours, his mouth rested on yours giving life to an intense kiss, your tongues collided in a messy way. while you kissed him you could hear small grunts escape his lips, your hand moved towards his face resting on his cheek, pushing his face towards yours.

“say you’re sorry for t-teasing me” he said, his voice interrupted by a grunt while his tip repeatedly hit your spongy spot, you had barely understood what he had said to you, overwhelmed with pleasure. you opened your mouth to answer but only a moan came out.

rafe moved his rough thumb towards your swollen clit, rubbing quickly. an almost pornographic moan came out of your lips, feeling all those pleasures at the same time, “c’mon you can say it” he encouraged you, his thumb moved as fast as his thrusts inside your hole. “i’m sorry, so sorry rafe!” you managed to say, your words were slurred as you wrapped your hand around the wrist of his hand, still firmly around your neck. rafe couldn’t help but smile at the sight of your euphoric state, completely fucked up.

“that’s what you wanted uh? me to fuck the shit outta you” he said almost mocking you, you nodded quickly in response, there was no way you could form a sentence of complete meaning at that moment.

“could’ve said it to me, y’know i would’ve given it to you” he almost scolded you, his words sounded far away, the only thing you could hear was the slamming of your bodies, his cock throbbing inside you.

“thaaat’s it… so good for me” he praised you, he looked down where his cock connected to your pussy, a ring of cum coming from your pussy forming around his cock, “f-fuuuck” that’s all he managed to say at that sight, his head fell back while a grunt came out of his lips.

your curled your feet feeling a familiar knot form in your stomach, “d-don’t stop... please” you begged him almost on the edge of crying, your eyes glossy as you looked at him, your hand clung to his biceps firmly, your nails digging into his skin. you couldn’t stand the feeling of another denied orgasm. “go on doll, make a mess on me” he encouraged you, his voice reassured you, he lowered his head again so that his mouth was a few centimeters from your ear. his thrusts became deeper and faster helping you reach your high, your brows frowned and your mouth open, fully enjoying the feeling of his cock that entered inside you with such ease because of your wetness.

“i’m close… p-pleaseee” you whined raising your hips, meeting his thrusts. you could hear his grunts, his hoarse voice sending chills all over your body. “sooo good” you said, your voice sharp while your head was completely dizzy, the knot in your stomach getting heavier and more persistent.

“holy shiiit baby, c’mon… c-cum all over my dick” his thumb worked quickly on your clit, he left sloppy kisses all over your jaw, going down towards the neck as with a big moan you finally reached your orgasm. your body trembled as your hand tightened even more around his biceps, your moans sounded choked because of his hand still tight around your neck. his thumb on your clit slowed down applying a slight pressure while his thrusts became slow and deep, he too was reaching his high.

you felt overwhelmed by a sudden sleepiness, your grip on his biceps loosened, the marks left by your nails clearly visible. you let rafe continue to use your hole to reach his climax. “thaaat’s it, such a good girl” he praised you, his grip on your neck had loosened, moving on your thigh.

“i want your cum in me, rafe” you said, your voice dim and kneaded as you opened your eyes to look at him, “fuck that’s right, g-gonna fill you up” he said nodding, your pussy tightened around him, “k-keep doing that… fuuuck” he said enjoying the feeling, you did as requested. you felt his hot liquid spread inside you, mixing with your cum, you left a little whining at the sensation, still overstimulated by the orgasm you just had, “s-shiiit, that’s fucking it” he said, he kept pushing himself inside you for a few seconds and then pulled out, he picked up the cum that had leaked with his fingers, putting it back in your hole, “we’re not gonna waste any of it right?” he said with his usual grin, falling next to you on the bed.

“noo… all in me” you agreed with him, your mind still dizzy as rafe pushed you into his arms, your head came in contact with his chest as you quickly curled up in his embrace.

“you’re good princess, did so good” he said chuckling at your fucked-up state, kissing your head.

[revolutionsingingintherainnn]

that type of dad .𖥔 ݁ ˖ ✦ ‧₊˚ ⋅

Summary: sometimes, dads just aren't present enough. y/n would rather kill lando than let him become that kind of dad.

˙ᵕ˙ ln x reader ꨄ︎

˙ᵕ˙ flulff ꨄ︎

masterlist ☾☼

the plane shuddered as they boarded, economy seats seeming just a tad too intimate after the first class lounge. y/n settled into the window seat, lando clumsily into the middle, a dad already outstretched in the aisle seat. across the thin gulf, a mom was attempting to calm two toddlers, a battle she was very much losing.

y/n sat by, watching it play out. one of the toddlers wanted a treat, the other a toy. both demanded mother's attention, pronto. meanwhile, the father snored on, a travel pillow draped round his neck.

"seriously?" y/n murmured under her breath to lando rather than to herself. "what an asshole."

lando, eyes wide with watchfulness, nodded.

as soon as the plane departed, the chorus of baby screams ensued. one yelled because his brother stole his blanket. the other bawled because he was supposed to have the window seat. the mother attempted to manage with snacks, toys, and pacifiers but to no avail. the father, bless him, slept undisturbed, now watching a film on his tablet.

y/n's muttering grew into full-fledged rant. "i swear, if we ever get kids, i am never letting you be that guy. never. one kid, one parent. that's the rule. no exceptions."

lando, who was imagining miniature versions of y/n and himself, just blinked. "yes, dear," he said quietly, a goofy smile spreading across his face.

the flight kept going, and so did the toddler chaos. one required a diaper change, the other became instantly hungry. the mom, frazzled, attempted to make her way through the miniature airplane restroom with a wiggling toddler clutched in her arms. the dad? he was now munching on a huge bag of chips, completely unaware of the chaos that was erupting around him.

y/n was seething. "i mean, come on! how can he just sit there? does he not hear the screaming? does he not see his wife struggling? if i didn't know better, i'd think he was a cardboard cutout of a dad."

lando, now picturing y/n as a mother, a small human between them, simply nodded again. "yes, dear," he echoed, his eyes twinkling.

y/n continued ranting the remainder of the flight. "and don't even get me started on sleeping arrangements. if we have two children, one sleeps with me, one sleeps with you. no discussion. i am not handling two toddlers alone. no way."

lando, lost in a daydream of y/n, a warm house, and two small ones, simply smiled. "yes, dear," he breathed, his heart full.

as the plane touched down, the mom was tired but relieved. the dad, well-rested and well-fed, stretched and took his bag. y/n glared at him as they disembarked.

"i mean it, lando," she told him, as they strode through the airport. "if you ever behave like that guy, i'm gone. i swear it."

lando, who was starting to plot their wedding in his mind, nodded simply. "yes, dear," he replied, holding out his hand to her. "i promise."

y/n rolled her eyes, but couldn't help grinning. she knew he'd never be that type of dad. but it felt good to complain, to just get it all out. and lando? he didn't care. he was too busy being joyful that she was already making plans for their future, their kids. even if it meant a lot of "yes, dears" and an official split of childcare responsibilities. he could deal with that. he was a formula 1 driver, for crying out loud. pressure was his middle name. and y/n? she was his everything. even when she was yelling about bad dads on planes. especially then.

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yes, i know i was supposed to add y/n and lando helping the mom, but i forgot about it until after i wrote it. sorry. anyways, dee, this is for you. i hope you enjoy this! this is my prompt list, so y'all can select a number, give me a driver and i will write it as soon as possible! i also have a google form for a taglist if anyone's interested! you can sent in your requests here :)

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[ccsainzleclerc5516]

Mrs Norris

Pairing: Lando Norris x reader

Warnings: suggestive

It was the first time in your career that you walked as a Victoria Secret Angel and you couldn't be more proud and grateful for the opportunity that was given to you. All the work and effort over the years paid off and you were finally able to check off one more thing on your wish list.

This was such a special moment for you, you were so excited to walk the runway with your wings and the fact that you knew your husband would be in the audience supporting you made that moment even special.

Lando took a private plane to NYC directly from his business commitments to support his wife and be her biggest fan. You weren't sure how he would fit it into his busy schedule, but one thing you were sure of was that he would be there. You were sure he would find a way because you knew he wouldn't miss it for anything.

But what you didn't know was that Lando was going to take your daughter with him as a surprise guest for you. He carefully planned everything so that the two most important people in your life would be there for you on one of the most important days in your career.

The show was just about to start and while you were finishing the final touches backstage, Lando and Isla settled in the front rows of the runway. Lando looked like he might as well conquer that same runway in his black suit with his shirt just unbuttoned. His mullet looked flawless, his curls stood out perfectly with his well-known necklaces around his neck, a watch on his wrist and his daughter on his lap, he looked like a god.

As the music started, you were getting more and more nervous, but in a good way, you couldn't wait to get out on the runway and walk your wings.

Words couldn't describe the adrenaline that ran through your veins once you stepped out onto the runway. You've done it a thousand times before, but this time it was a completely different experience. You felt so powerful, so proud and so important, like you could conquer the whole world, as if no one could stop you.

As you walked your eyes searched for your husband, and when they found him it took everything in you to remain professional and not let your motherly feelings get the best of you when you saw your daughter sitting on Lando's lap. Your eyes sparkled and filled with tears when you saw how happy she was, how she waved at you and shouted mommy!!.

"Yees!! That's my wife! I love you baby!!" Lando shouted proudly as you walked by and blew both of them a kiss.

"That's my mommy!" Isla said excitedly pointing her little finger at you.

"Yes, baby, that's mommy" He smiled looking how fixated Isla's eyes were on you.

"She's so pretty," She commented. "And she has wings?!"

"She is, isn't she? Do you like the wings?" Lando chuckled seeing how excited Isla got about them.

"I do!! Daddy, can I have them too?"

"Oh, baby" Lando softened. "Well, not right now, but maybe one day when you're all big and grown up. Even though I hope not.." Lando muttered the last part quietly so Isla wouldn't hear how he hoped his daughter wouldn't one day walk the runway in tiny lace lingerie set in front of a million people and cameras following her every step.

It's not that he didn't want her to succeed one day, but that's just not any dad's dream when it comes to his daughter especially not Lando's.

"But..I want them now, daddy" She pouted. "I wanna be pretty just like mommy"

"Pumpkin, you are just as beautiful as mommy. Daddy's gonna buy you smaller wings so they can fit you perfectly as soon as we get home, okay?"

"Okay." She agreed and Lando kissed her cheek before they continued to watch the rest of the models walk.

By the time the show came to an end, Isla was already too tired and fell asleep on Lando's shoulder. Since it was long past her bed time she didn't even mind all the noise happening around her, she was peacefully sleeping hiding her head in the crook of her daddy's neck.

Once the show was over, Lando, with Isla in his arms, headed backstage to congratulate you. You melted when you saw how tired your daughter was and felt a little bad that she wasn't in her bed right now.

"I'm so proud of you, Mrs Norris" Lando said kissing you as you hugged him over Isla.

"Thank you, baby. How..? How did you manage to do this?"

"Just wanted to make sure both of your biggest fans were there for you on such an important day"

"You're incredible..I love you so much" You said feeling so grateful for the immense support you felt from him, not only now, but always.

In his vows, he promised you that he would always be there for you and ever since that day, he has never broken that promise. He always did everything for you and you only. When it came to you, nothing was impossible for him.

"I love you too, baby. Do you wanna go to the after party?" He asked.

"No, I wanna go to the hotel with you and Isla."

"Oh, she's going over to grandma and grandpa's tonight" Lando smirked.

"What do you mean? We're in New York?" You asked confused not knowing that Lando's parents were there as well tonight.

"Let's say I flew them out here so she can stay with them after the show."

"Oh really?" You laughed already knowing what he had planned in his mind. "And why did you do that?"

"Because I knew what I wanted to do to you tonight." He smirked squeezing your hip. "Daddy needs to show mommy just how proud he is of her for being so marvelously beautiful and owning that runway tonight."

"Oh so I get to have my own personal after party?"

"Oh yeah" He smirked connecting your lips again. "Do you get to take that set with you?" He asked referring to what you were wearing tonight before you changed.

You moved closer to his ear and whispered "I'm wearing it right now under this dress"

He took a deep breath in closing his eyes picturing you again in it.

"Good, because all I could think about was how I'm gonna be taking it off you after the show ends."

When you were ready to leave the show venue, a crowd of paparazzi greeted you at the exit on your way to your waiting car. Camera flashes went off so hard it made it hard to see where you were walking. Lando took off his blazer and wrapped it around Isla to shield her since she was still sleeping undisturbed on his chest. He kept you both under his grip, his hand on your waist first pulling you closer to him then letting you walk in front of him so he can keep an eye on you while with the other hand he tightly held your daughter.

You weren't the least bit sorry that you weren't going to attend the after party with the rest of the models because you knew that the after party you were about to get tonight would be like no other.

[kurokawaia]

❛ THEY ARE WHAT ?! ❜

Husband! Tomioka Giyuu X Fem!Wife!Reader

WC;1.4 k+ | !MDNI! | TW/CW; x fem reader, you and giyuu are married, fluff, slight crack warning + more?

*ੈ✩‧₊˚𝑅𝐸𝒬𝒰𝐸𝒮𝒯 :: (filled request) Giyuu and the reader have been married for three years, but their marriage isn’t widely known. The reader, a bubbly and outgoing Hashira, is often seen around Giyuu, leading others to assume she pities him, unaware of their relationship. During a Hashira meeting, she casually asks for leave to celebrate her anniversary, surprising everyone. Ubuyashiki then reveals the truth by wishing the couple a happy anniversary, leaving the rest of the Hashira in shock - ANON

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You and Giyuu had always kept things... quiet. Not out of necessity, but because that's how Giyuu preferred it. He wasn't the type to flaunt his feelings or make a show of your relationship, and you didn't mind...most of the time. Sure, you'd tease him now and then, but your marriage wasn't something you shouted from the rooftops. You didn't hide it either, though.

People just never asked.

You were nothing like Giyuu in any aspect. Where he was brooding and silent, you were bubbly, always smiling, always drawing attention with your lively personality. Once you came into Hashira position, you'd gain the reputation of one of the friendliest and most outgoing but also one of the strongest.

People admired your skill, but they couldn't help but not ignore how you looked. You had that beauty to draw eyes, combined with your personality, it wasn't rare to hear other people say how you were one of the prettiest demon slayers.

No one knew your last name, though.

That might've been a clue-if any of them had stopped to think about it.

It was no secret that you spent a great deal of time around Giyuu, but most of the Hashira had come to the conclusion that you must pity him-some sort of friendly charity case. And Giyuu, in his usual way, didn't correct them. He never explained why you two were always together.

He let them assume and you let him.

But it was about to come out—whether you planned it or not.

The meeting started off like any other. You sat near Giyuu as per usual, not that anyone paid much attention to seating arrangements anymore. It had become routine. Sanemi barely spared a glance in your direction, too busy looking irritated by something else entirely, while Mitsuri flashed you her usual bright smile.

Rengoku was already there, greeting you with his boisterous energy. "Ah, good morning! You are looking radiant today as always!"

You smiled back at him. "Thanks, Rengoku."

Giyuu nodded in greeting but didn't say a word, silent as always and as still as air. You were used to it, though. His silence didn't faze you. Giyuu loved being near you in private, he was like a cat that didn't want to leave. But today, you did have something to ask, something that was going to definitely stir the pot.

When Ubuyashiki asked if anyone had announcements, you took a deep breath, preparing for the storm that would most definitely arise.

"Master Ubuyashiki, Giyuu and I would like to request a leave of absence for a week."

The other Hashira's eyes fell instantly upon you, curiosity written on their faces. Ubuyashiki smiled. "Of course. And for what reason?"

You grinned, your eyes flicking to Giyuu, who looked faintly concerned-he hadn't expected you to announce it, but you couldn't help yourself. "It's our anniversary."

There was a wave of shock around the room, though nobody said a word in that instant. Mitsuri gasped, eyes wide with wonder, while Sanemi shot you a look of utter incredulity. Rengoku's eyebrows shot up, for once, his grin faltered while he processed what you had said.

But Ubuyashiki didn't seem remotely surprised. As serenely as he always spoke, he merely inclined his head and said, "Ah, of course. Happy anniversary, Mr. and Mrs. Tomioka

Mitsuri's face had sagged. "W-what...?! Mrs. Tomioka?!"

Rengoku's eyes blinked, his confusion curled into laughter. "Wait—Giyuu's wife?! And all this time we thought you were just keeping him company out of pity!"

Giyuu's eyebrow twitched at the comment.

Sanemi huffed loudly, wrapping his arms around himself as if to shield the bruised ego within. "You've got to be kidding me. You're married? To him?"

Uzui leaned back as if he finally found the most amusing part of his day. "Tomioka's been keeping a pretty little secret from us this whole time, huh?" he said, raising an eyebrow in a smirk. "I gotta say, you are full of surprises. Bet you ain't as dull as we thought, Giyuu.

You tried to keep the laughter welling up inside of you contained, but Giyuu's expression was making you not to do so, he was getting embarrassed from the teasing. His face was stoic as ever, but you could sense him tense up. A hand laid stiff upon his lap gave a small jerk-a faint sign that all this attention set him ill at ease. You leaned forward and casually laid your hand over his, giving it a slight squeeze.

"Well, we didn't exactly hide it," you teased with a smile. "We just didn't tell anyone."

Sanemi grunted low. "You mean he didn't say anything."

Giyuu had nothing to say, his eyes on the floor. Moments like this, you knew he wanted to disappear. But instead of letting the others keep their teasing going, you turned the tables.

"Oh, don't look so surprised," you teased, moving in a little closer to Giyuu with a sparkle in your eye. "It's been years now. Giyuu's always been such a romantic."

Sanemi snorted, and Tengen let out a loud laugh. "Yeah, right. I really can't picture Tomioka being romantic."

You smiled, leaning your head against Giyuu's shoulder in exaggerated love. "He planned a whole week off for our anniversary. Isn't that sweet?

Mitsuri, the eternal romantic, squealed in delight. "Oh, my goodness! That's so adorable! How long have you two been together? Why didn't we know this all this time?!"

"Well," you said, "Giyuu's good at keeping secrets."

By this time Giyuu's face was a deep crimson color. his ears almost burned with embarrassment. You knew he'd most likely scold you later for being so casual about letting it all spill out, but for the time being you enjoyed your fellow Hashira's reactions.

Rengoku, still smirking, crossed his arms. "Three years of marriage, eh? That's awesome! I'm shocked we never put two and two together. How long have you two been a couple?

"Since we were in our teens," you said matter-of-factly. "We went through quite a bit together. He was always there to support me, even when I wasn't yet a Hashira."

The smirk on Tengen's face spread further. "So, how does it feel being Mrs. Tomioka? Got to say, I'm kind of curious. He's got that stoic brooding vibe going on, but I'll bet he's different when it's just the two of you, huh?"

Your beamed, and you shot Giyuu a sly look. "I don't kiss and tell."

That made the rest burst into a fit of laughter, though Mitsuri turned to you dreamily. "That's so romantic. I just can't believe that you were married all along..."

Sanemi rolled his eyes. "Romantic? It's impossible."

You laughed, leaning into Giyuu just a bit more, earning a barely audible sigh from him. You could tell he was trying to hold it together despite the attention, and you knew he'd probably scold you later for making such a big deal out of it. But for now, you were having too much fun with the moment.

Ubuyashiki merely smiled at the both of you, his calm and collected demeanor accompanied by an understanding sheen in his eyes. "I hope the two of you enjoy your week off together. It's well deserved."

You nodded gratefully to him. "Thank you, Master Ubuyashiki.

The other Hashira were still talking when the meeting wrapped up, still apparently in a daze from your marriage bombshell. Mitsuri darted over to you the instant the meeting was finished, her face shining with excitement.

"I have so many questions! How did you two meet? Who confessed first? Oh, I bet Giyuu's so sweet when no one's looking, isn't he?"

You laughed, dodging her interrogative attack. "It's a long story, Mitsuri. Some other time, I'll tell you."

With that said, before you could utter another word, Giyuu silently got up, tugging lightly on your sleeve. "Let's go."

You followed him out of the meeting room, the eyes of the other Hashira seemingly still on you well after you left. When they were outside and far enough away from their prying gazes, Giyuu let out a long, exasperated sigh.

"You liked that, didn't you?" he asked, his voice low but his tone gentle instead of angry.

You smiled up at him, slipping your hand into his. "Maybe just a little. But come on, they were bound to find out eventually. It was kind of fun seeing their reactions."

Giyuu sighed again but didn't argue. Instead, he squeezed your hand gently, and his expression softened just a little. "I suppose it wasn't unbearable."

You laughed, leaning up to kiss his cheek. "See? I told you it'd be fine."

Giyuu said nothing, but the slight flush of his cheeks did the talking.

Do not copy, steal, modify use for AI, etc. Relogs and like are appreciated.

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i was wondering if you could write some dad!logan with a reader whos lauras teacher and maybe laura talks to him about her teacher. thank you!!!!

dad!logan x teacher!reader

laura was a bright student; one of the brightest in the entire class but there was a small behavioral issue. the young girl would often beat up any student who stole her supplies or made her angry. one of the only people who could calm her down was you; her favorite teacher.

"how was school, kid?" logan asked laura when she walked into the house.

"fine," she answered.

"no more fightin'?" he arched a stern brow at the girl who had been sent home with notes regarding her classroom behavior.

"no." laura glares then explains how you have helped her control her anger.

this wasn't the first time laura had rambled on about you. the young girl's eyes lit up as she told her dad about the pretty young teacher and everything she taught her that day. logan had never met you, the closest being the letters laura brought home to him, on colorful decorative stationery and the one time he saw you through the classroom window when he dropped laura off.

logan thought you were gorgeous even with stray pencils hold up your hair and marker stains on your palms. too pretty to give a man like him the time of day. laura compared you to someone out of a fairytale book.

you seemed to be a good influence on laura so logan had no concerns or complaints. his daughter would often emphasize that there was no ring on your finger either. logan didn't bother entertaining the idea of laura setting him up with her twenty-something year old teacher. instead, he stuck to listening to all of her stories about you and your class.

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every saturday morning, you stuck to the same routine; go to your favorite coffee shop and work on next weeks lesson plan then head to the grocery store. it wasn't much but it kept you busy.

as you stroll through the aisles and check items off of your list, a pair of small feet some running your way. a man is heard angrily calling after the child clinging to you.

"hello, sweet girl!" you smile down at laura. "what are you doing here this early?"

before she could answer, a tall older gentlemen approach's you and a swarm of butterflies threaten to fall loose from your mouth. was this laura's father? this -to put it simply- hot man dressed in jeans and a flannel.

logan's mouth opened to scold his daughter but you stop him.

"you must be, mr. howlett?"

your smile was deadly, logan thought to himself. he couldn't stop staring at your soft features. logan had never been left this speechless, all he could do was nod.

luckily for both of you, laura did all the introducing. you tell him how amazing of a kid she is and all the accomplishments she's reached in your classroom. logan was only half listening, a bit too occupied with the way your lips moved as you spoke. he finally managed to spit out a 'thank you' for helping laura.

the young girl wasn't stupid, even she could see that something was happening between the two of you. if she had it her way, you would be coming over to join them for dinner. logan promised her hamburgers tonight.

"well, i should let the two of you continue your shopping." you say politely, not wanting your gawking at her father become anymore noticeable. "see you on monday, laura."

you barely moved three steps before you heard a shuffle and logan stopped you. unbeknownst to you, laura gave him a swift kick in the leg. she wasn't going to let him blow this for her.

"y-you should join us for dinner sometime." he stutters. what happened to the smooth ladies man he once was? had age really caught up to him already?

you hesitate to answer. of course you wanted to. it's been so long since a kind, attractive man has asked you to dinner but this would definitely come off as unprofessional.

"as a thank you." he adds, hoping that will help swayed you.

the moment you look down at laura's wide smile, awaiting your answer; you knew you would cave.

"I would love to."

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a/n: might need to do a part two because i love this concept <3

[skyrigel]

Simon swore he didn't want a relationship, but as soon as he met you — well there might be some changes in the plan.

He did want a relationship, fine, if it's with you, he's willing to give it a try but he's not really going for the trouble. No, thankyou.

Simon wouldn't really ask you if you haven't eaten yet or not, he's not your daddy, like that's a different thing, but he's not going to give you an earful for sleeping late and eating unhealthy.

He's going to be your boyfriend but... nonchalant boyfriend if it made any sense.

It never did.

Maybe changing his priorities was the first tick-tick for the bomb that came along his way because as soon as he found you, he was gobsmacked with a possessiveness that drived him insane.

He thought it would only bother him when you would be around because what sort of man he would be if he didn't melt at your sweetness.

But you lingered like a tattooed kiss, everything now connected with you, every thought started and ended with you.

He almost asked Soap to tie his hands so he could stop texting you random shit.

Like why should he bother with your meds and why it's making his heart burn if you haven't taken them.

Everything was jus' getting out of hand.

You were just so extreme, just out of your mind and he liked it, fuck he loved every bit of you. He just couldn't stop himself —

“You look like... you're bout’ to cry.” Soap annouced from his side, Simon shaked his head, then thinking different, nodded.

“She's having a bad day.” He said, “I am gonna kill this Nancy.”

“Who's..Nancy ?”

“You know wot ?” Simon grumbled instead, “I am gonna call her and tell her.. it's gonna be okay.”

“Right.” Soap bounced, covering his face because what has happened to his mate.

“Untie my wrist.” He growled.“Quick.” he added dangerously.

“Right.” Soap shrugged, already getting on his feet.

And if staying away from you was proving to be bad on his nonchalance then being near was almost tripping.

“You said you wouldn't come.” You gasped when he arrived, looking nervous and perhaps bit surprised himself.

“I...well...you look lovely.” He leaned to kiss your cheek, simple adorable gesture, “Thankyou Si !” He blushed at the nickname.

He really didn't know what took him until he realised that giving in to care about you was probably for the best. And really, it wasn't so bad, to think about you, to put efforts for you, to fucking nick the moon for you, because the moment you smiled at him so fondly, like he was capable to deserve that warmth from you, he actually knew what the trouble was all about and he was very much gladly taking a fall for your sake.

So it really didn't matter if he was putting on his warmth clothes because he was one second away from wrapping you in warmth the moment you very much sniffed.

It didn't matter how hot your body got sometimes with heat, he's there soaking cloth in cold ice water and cooling you down.

He's hearing that french lady talk and talk because he needs that recipe you so very love.

He sleeps with an arm under your head and heart full of things he would do for you and himself, to built a home.

Because he fucking cares, he swore for that, to make you the happiest with him.

He doesn't want to be nonchalant, he doesn't want to pretend like he doesn't care because he does.

Really.

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Analysis of each character's final words in the new Dark Urge evil ending

If you are romanced to a character, you have the option, when taking the new version of the Sins of the Father ending, to kill your partner in front of the others in your party, killing them with one last kiss. They then give their last words and pass away. I love each and every one and feel they are incredible characterization moments.

So let's break these down!

Lae'zel:

I... I am glad it was you. No other blade would have sufficed.

This is something that hammers home that, Vlaakith or no, Lae'zel deeply believes in all the ideals of a Githyanki. Life is a privilege for the strong, and death is the price of weakness. Further, if romanced, Lae'zel will affectionately call you "the source of my bruises" many times. If she has to die, if she has finally found the one person stronger than herself, then she is "satisfied" that it is you- who she both loved and admired. The only one she would ever consider worthy of besting her.

Karlach:

Fuck you.

Short, simple, and to the point, just the way Karlach does everything else. She's already gone through all her stages of grief with her engine- well, almost all of them. Anger still remains. She burns hot until the end.

Wyll:

I... I forgive you.

This isn't just Wyll being a good guy. This is heartbreak, and guilt. Guilt for not saving you from Bhaal's influence when he was so sure he had. Heartbreak that after he gave his literal soul to save as many people as he could, he couldn't save you- and couldn't save others from you, either. All he sacrificed, negated in an instant by the person he loved and trusted most. Of all the characters here, Wyll (tied with Halsin) sounds the most obviously broken, and it's easy to see why, given that he is self-sacrificing to a fault.

There was a set of scenes datamined from the game, where at the Morphic Pool, the Netherbrain would have taunted the players, causing them to hallucinate things related to their fears and insecurities. Wyll's would have been a vision of himself talking about how he was never a hero, how the Blade of Frontiers was a farce all along. One can't help but think about that scene here, wondering just how much blame, bordering on self-loathing, he might feel here.

Dark Justiciar Shadowheart:

I... I'm coming to you, Lady Shar.

Another short and simple one. By becoming a Dark Justiciar, Shadowheart has fully embraced the nihilism of Shar's teachings. Why be saddened or angry at her own death when this is just what she's embraced with all her sacrifices?

(Sidenote: this does also answer a question I had, namely, what was going to happen to everyone Durge kills. Thankfully it seems they aren't actually going to be sacrificed to him as such, and will indeed end up in the realm of their deities. This makes Bhaal's plan even DUMBER, because deities in DND lore need worshippers to have enough power to exist. Killing everyone at once just guarantees that soon after Durge dies as the last person alive, so too will Bhaal fade from existence.)

Selunite Shadowheart:

I... I thought we were going to save each other...

This Shadowheart rejected everything she knew. She was scared to defy her goddess, but worked up the courage- thanks to you. She thought you would have a new life together. She believed in you. She thought she would get to return the favor, and help you turn the page on Bhaal, too.

She's not just heartbroken for herself; she's heartbroken for you, too. Heartbroken at the life you denied both her and yourself.

Gale:

You made me want to live...

From the moment the orb entered Gale's chest, he knew he was at risk of dying. Then Mystra all but marked him as a dead man walking. But despite that, he finds love with you- and for the first time thinks maybe there is a purpose for him beyond Mystra. That he isn't more useful to the world dead. More than that, he wants to live to be with you, to enjoy your company and companionship. And then you kill him, and do the one thing WORSE than what would have happened if he'd never been pulled from that rock.

It almost would have been kinder to just hack his hand off the first time you met him, though Gale may or may not agree.

Spawn Astarion:

I should have killed you when I had the chance...

The angriest, most bitter response out of all the romanced companions, a step beyond Karlach's "fuck you." This is beyond "fuck you" and even beyond "I hate you." It's "I regret every moment I spent with you." You made him believe he could have better. That he could recover from what Cazador did. You even convinced him to spare the 7,000 spawn and that he could be something better than Cazador.

And now you reveal it was all a lie. Astarion is probably thinking that you talked him out of completing the ritual solely so he'd be easier to kill right here and now. How many regrets are flashing through his mind, how many moments where he wonders if things could have been different if only he'd done this or that, even aside from killing you?

All he wanted was to live as a free person. And then the first time he thinks he has that at last, he loses it as the world ends.

Ascended Astarion:

No... no, this can't be... I can't- you can't- no...

In contrast to spawn Astarion, ascended isn't angry, because he doesn't have the clarity, the ability to process what's happening. Spawn Astarion could tell he'd been betrayed.

But Ascended? Ascended, who went through so much to become one of the most powerful beings in the world, only to STILL lose without fanfare? And by you, his own spawn who he thought he had under his control? It isn't betrayal, because he is bluescreening; he can't comprehend what happened or how or why. How could he have been killed, and by you of all people? Was all he went through killing Cazador really for nothing? How could it be when he was supposed to be the most powerful? Was power actually meaningless all along?

He doesn't say anything of substance because he can't understand what's happening here.

Halsin:

Thaniel... goodbye...

Halsin is the oldest of all the companions. He's experienced the most loss of anyone; his birth family, his fellow Druids, and, for a time, Thaniel. He has had more than enough time to contemplate his own mortality, because he's already lived multiple lifetimes.

So here, two things are happening. One, he isn't expressing anger or betrayal at his murder- because he is more than wise enough, and humble enough, to understand that there are worse things than what has been done to himself. Instead of himself, he is thinking of the world he's leaving behind that is about to fall- and most of all, of his most important person, the one who gave him a purpose, who was there when no one else was, who he failed once and only just got back. The closest thing to a child he'll ever have. In his last moments, instead of himself, Halsin is thinking of those he loves.

And second, it's an almost deliberate snubbing of Durge. He willingly walked into that kiss, knowing full well it would be the last thing he ever did. He gave you his death, he pleaded with his own god to forgive you and him both. He gave you everything he felt he owed you, and no more- no begging or sobbing. Instead, he comes as close as he ever gets to selfishness, and spends his last moments thinking about the thing that makes him the happiest- which could have been you, in another life, if you hadn't done this.

Minthara:

No... we were meant to do this together...

Heartbreak, disbelief, and betrayal. You spent so many nights planning this out. She had been cast aside by her people, her goddess, and she was going to get the last laugh. She was going to crush them personally under her heel and prove she was the best (or second best, behind you) of all of them. She's devastated she won't get to help you torture all those souls and take what she feels was owed to her. But interestingly enough... no anger. Probably because it was overshadowed by the sheer heartbreak, but also a sign that even in those moments, she still admires you for your ruthlessness.

[megalony]

Say Goodbye

Here is my newest Evan Buckley imagine, based on a lovely anon request. I hope you will all like it.

The second part is already complete. Any feedback would make my day.

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Evan Buckley Masterlist

Part 2

Summary: While (Y/n) is out with her baby in the park, someone kidnaps them. Leaving Maddie and Athena trying to help and locate her while Evan falls into panic and despair, fearing for his family.

Enjoy.

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The feeling of water beating down on the back of his neck and cascading through his hair made shivers course beneath Evan's skin. He could barely hear the music playing on his phone outside the shower; the water was dripping too close to his ears to let the music drift through. But it was doing an amazing job at drowning out all the thoughts in his mind and allowing him a few minutes of the day where he could relax and not be overwhelmed or constantly nattering away to himself.

His mind could be a busy, overwhelming place to be and it was a relief to have an escape sometimes, even if it was just the sound of the water putting him into a trance for ten minutes of the day.

He pressed his lips to the top of Evie's head that he was cradling against his collar bone just below his neck. His other hand supported her bum to keep her tucked up into his chest, unable to stop himself from smiling down against her. Her hand that had previously been curled up into a fist was now an open palm which was lightly bashing against Evan's chest, causing droplets and splash back to fly up into his cheek.

"What're you trying to do to me, hm?" He spoke quietly as he slowly started to sway from side to side, keeping most of the water hitting his head and back so it didn't overpower Evie too much.

She was only two months old.

Evan had been planning to feed Evie and settle her back down for a nap before he got ready for work, but his daughter had other plans. She threw up the milk he had only just fed her and she got it all over Evan's work shirt. It was lucky he had enough time to get a quick shower and change before he had to head to work.

And it would be one less job for (Y/n) to do while he was at work if he brought Evie in for a shower with him, although Evan did it more for the extra time with his daughter. She seemed to settle easily when Evan walked around with her against his chest and she loved the shower almost as much as Evan did. (Y/n) knew if the pair of them disappeared for a long time and she couldn't find them, all she had to do was search the bathroom and there they would be.

"Come on then baby, daddy has to go to work soon." Evan could feel a headache forming behind his eyes when he stepped out of the shower and turned his phone off.

He didn't want to leave. He didn't want to go to work, he would much rather stay home with his girls, especially since they had looked after Jee last night and she was currently in the nursery.

With Evie waking during the night, they had a crib attached to the bed so they didn't have to go far to settle her. And they had always had Jee over every other week before they had Evie. So they had set up a little bed in the nursery so that she could stay over last night.

Evan felt like he would be missing out because he was heading to work with Chimney today and (Y/n) would be having the girls. At least he had been home with them yesterday and they had taken Jee and Evie out to the zoo for the day.

He began to hum quietly as he tilted Evie down so he could wrap a towel around her and lay her in the crook of his left arm. He kept his arm moving up and down to rock her while he quickly dried his hair and ran the towel briefly over his frame. It took some effort to try and wrap the towel around his waist with one hand and in the end Evan gave up. He grinned down at Evie who looked up at him with wide blue eyes that were curious about everything.

With his towel looped over his shoulder, Evan continued humming as he left the bathroom and padded down the hall to the bedroom, trying to be as quiet as possible to let (Y/n) sleep a bit longer.

"Be quiet for mummy, daddy's gotta get dressed." He laid Evie down on her back on the bed so he could dry off and get dressed.

Evan kept his eyes on her, smiling and pulling faces as he re-did his efforts to get dressed, praying she wouldn't throw up on him again this time as he didn't have another clean work shirt at home. And he really didn't want to go to work raiding through his locker for another set of clothes and get changed again.

"Alright, now what should we dress you up in today, hm? Something I got you, obviously."

He took a quick look through the top drawer of the dresser and found a dark red onesie that said 'Daddy's Princess' on the front along with a vest and a nappy. He just about got her dressed when he looked up and noticed (Y/n) was starting to wake up. Part of him had been hoping she would stay sleeping and get some more rest, but the other part was glad she was waking up because he had to go soon and he wanted to say goodbye.

(Y/n) tried to sit up but she didn't have the energy, she could barely keep her eyes open when she heard Evan mooching about the room quietly. She ruffled her hair out of her eyes and leaned over onto Evan's pillow, breathing in his scent as her tired eyes watched her little family.

She grinned, watching Evan lift Evie up and nuzzle his nose into her tummy before he brought her back down to rest against his chest.

"Did you have a shower?" (Y/n) whispered quietly when Evan perched down in front of her and leaned over to kiss her temple. She could feel his wet hair mixing with her own and how his neck and chin were slightly damp. He didn't normally get a shower in the morning since he was forever taking them at work after callouts.

"Someone decided to throw up on me. She might need another bottle soon." Most of what Evan had given Evie had come right back up onto his shirt that was now in the wash so she was still going to be hungry. But at least she didn't seem under the weather or ill, clearly that bottle just hadn't agreed with her.

Evan leaned across the bed so he could gently lay Evie down in the crib attached to (Y/n)'s side of the bed. He didn't want to put her down but he could see his time was being cut short when he looked at his watch. He wanted to stay but it was time to go or he would be late, and Evan couldn't abide being late for anything.

His eyes wandered over Evie for a few moments as he moved his hand to pat her chest and tummy while she wriggled and yawned, clearly trying to get comfy since she was still tired.

But his eyes quickly darted down to (Y/n) when she leaned up and looped her arms around his neck, tugging him down a bit more until he was hovering over her, one inch from falling on top of her. His hands planted down on the bed either side of her head as he took the opportunity to kiss her lips.

"Is Jee still in bed?"

"Yep, you know what she's like."

Their niece wasn't exactly a morning person. She was hard to settle down to sleep at night, but once she was asleep that was it, there was no waking her until she was ready to get up. That was one of the things (Y/n) was rather happy about whenever they had Jee over, she didn't wake them at ungodly hours with boundless energy. She was always up at a reasonable or late time, which was perfect for them.

"Call me later, let me know how you all are."

"I'll Facetime you tonight, and I'll try and get Evie awake for you." (Y/n) knew if Evan didn't answer to leave it fifteen minutes and ring back and then if he still didn't answer, she would just wait for him to ring her. But the past two shifts he had been back to work, he had picked up on the first ring.

Evan was on a double shift which meant he was working all day today and through the night. He wouldn't be home until sometime tomorrow morning, depending on the callouts during the night and the handover to the B shift.

When he did long shifts he usually called (Y/n) to see how she was, but now they had Evie, he liked to Facetime when he was on long shifts so he could see them both. He would usually get a bit of time in the evening on a double shift to have a shower and call home, they all got a little break like that.

And Evan was convinced he would miss out on big things and milestones with Evie even by being away from her for just one day. He didn't want to miss anything or see that she had grown or changed in any aspect while he had been at work.

He would make the most of his break time by Facetiming his girls so he could see how their day had gone and see Evie. It pushed him to get through the shift and hurry home to them.

"I have to go, I love you." His hand moved to cup her chin and his thumb brushed across her lower lip before he stole them in a kiss that took all the air out of (Y/n)'s lungs.

"I love you too. Be safe."

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"What should we do first then?" (Y/n) glanced down to the four year old stood at her side with such a bright smile she could barely see.

With a smile (Y/n) leaned over and unwound the velcro from her wrist so she could wrap it back around Jee's backpack once they were safely in the fenced-off playground. It was easier and safer whenever they took Jee out to have a little strap attached to her bag so Jee could walk or run ahead but still be attached to her parents or her aunt and uncle, depending on who was taking her out.

It saved (Y/n) having to push Evie's pram and hold Jee's hand or juggle carrying her and trying to keep her close when Jee could walk safely beside the pram without risk of running off or being snatched or drifting the wrong way.

Since it was a nice day, (Y/n) and Jee had decided to come to the park. They had parked up in the car park, walked round the lake to feed the ducks, and now they were in the playground.

Of course, with Evie only being two months old, she couldn't go on anything, but the walk and fresh air would do her some good and she was always happy when in the car or being out in her pram.

"Slide." Jee was already pointing and trotting off in the right direction before (Y/n) could blink.

She smiled, following after her niece who was set on climbing up the small steps to go down the red slide.

With Jee safely on the slide and set about going on it at least fifty times, (Y/n) pushed the pram towards the railing behind the slide. The play park was enclosed with red railings all the way around so kids couldn't run off if their parents weren't looking.

"Okay baby, come here."

A grin spread across her features as she leaned over and gently scooped Evie up into her arms. The little girl was just starting to wake up, letting out a yawn as she curled up into (Y/n)'s chest. Her head settled beneath (Y/n)'s collar bone and her mittened hands tucked against her chest while (Y/n) walked towards the slide.

She waited with a smile each time Jee surged down the slide and tried to jump up to her feet at the end.

Tilting her head down, (Y/n) attached her lips to the top of Evie's head as she took to following Jee around the small park.

She pushed her when she went on the mini roundabout, which seemed to be one of her favourites at the moment. Next it was the tyre swing which Jee scrambled onto with a big sense of determination which reminded (Y/n) of Evan and what he must have been like at that age.

"This one, this one." Jee reached out for (Y/n)'s hand and soon dragged her across the other side of the park to reach the small climbing frame. There were steps leading up to a little lookout, a wooden bridge to cross, a slide on the other end and a small plank of wood with ropes attached to climb up and down onto the platform.

It was all sized down, the platform itself was no higher than (Y/n)'s chest since they were in the toddler area of the play park but it was all like a magical land for Jee.

"I bet you can't climb the ropes." (Y/n) took to running her fingers through Jee's hair and she grinned at the determination on Jee's face as she aimed for the ropes right away.

She would take that challenge.

"Oh, you proved me wrong, hm? Smile, let's get a picture for mummy."

With Evie settled in the crook of her left arm, (Y/n) slid her phone from her pocket and took a few pictures and a little video when Jee toddled across the wooden bridge and practically jumped down the steps. A squeal left her lips as she looped around to climb up the ropes again, tiring herself out in the process.

(Y/n) glanced her eyes around the park, but she was surprised and relieved to see that there was only one other parent and child in here with them. It was nice to be able to walk around with Jee and not have to wait to go on other slides or swings or queue for the zipline of Jee wanted to go on that at some point. It was good to be here practically by themselves.

Once Jee went down the slide and came trotting back towards (Y/n), she reached her hand down for her.

"I'm just gonna get Evie a bottle from the pram, okay?"

When Jee nodded and trotted towards the steps to climb back up again, (Y/n) turned and aimed towards the pram across the park near the second slide. It was about time for Evie to have another feed, which (Y/n) could easily do while she sat on one of the benches and kept an eye on Jee at the same time.

She jostled Evie in her arm, cooing down at her while she crouched down beside the pram and got the bottle out from the bag.

But as she lifted her head, (Y/n) frowned and looked ahead of her. There was someone stood at the other side of the park, but he didn't seem to be here with a child.

He was stood with his shoulders hunched up and his hands stuffed into his pockets, but it was what he was looking at that frightened (Y/n).

He was looking straight at her; and he was walking her way.

"Hi sweetie, are you okay?" A worried look plastered across the April's face as she walked over towards Jee.

She didn't want to approach the little girl, it might not be appreciated by her parents if a stranger walked over to talk to her. But she couldn't see anyone nearby who was watching the toddler.

She didn't look very old, three, four maybe. She was stood near a pram, swinging back and forth with one hand holding onto the handle and her other hand balled into a fist that was rubbing her sore eyes. She looked like she had been crying and she was constantly looking around.

But for the last five minutes, April had seen the little girl stand idly by the pram, not moving an inch but without any parent nearby or talking to her or coming over to her.

Jee clung tighter to the pram, leaning against it until she was almost falling into the bag hanging from the handle. She didn't know where (Y/n) was. She said she was going to feed Evie, but when Jee climbed down from the side for a second time, she couldn't see her.

She scanned around the park, looked in all the corners and nooks and hiding spaces, but she couldn't see her aunt or baby cousin anywhere. Nor could she see them along any of the paths leading towards the park, and the pram was still here with (Y/n)'s phone and bag and all of Evie's things.

Jee wondered if they had gone to the toilet or to change Evie's nappy, but (Y/n) would have come to get her if that was the case. And Jee didn't dare go walking off to find her aunt when the pram was here. She thought it best to stand and wait until her aunt came back to her and the pram.

"Where's your mum, sweetie?" April crouched down in front of Jee whilst double checking her own little girl was nearby on the slide.

"Auntie (Y/n) got baby bottle, but now she's gone." Jee rubbed her eyes again as a few more tears began to trickle down her face.

She watched the lady lean to look into the pram which was definitely empty, and she looked around but she couldn't see any women with babies nearby. All the other women with children already had pushchairs and prams with them.

"Why don't we have a little look around for her? Maybe she had to go and get something real quick."

Waving her hand out, April beckoned her daughter back to her side and gently took Jee's hand. The three of them toddled around the play park and had a quick wander along the path on the outside of the park fence, but sure enough, no one was around. No women with babies looking for their niece. No one Jee recognised who she could go to for help.

When they headed back into the park, April sat both girls down on the bench and wheeled the pram closer. She knelt down and had a quick look through the bag hanging from the pram, but her heart sank when she looked inside. Nappies, change of clothes, a spare empty bottle, a few toys, wipes. Everything someone would need for a baby, but no mother and baby in sight.

And when she looked at the little tag attached to the bag, a mix of uncertainty and relief flooded her system. A woman's name and address were written down. (Y/n) Buckley. That was a start.

"Okay sweetie, I'm going to call for some help, you just stay with us for now though." April took a few steps away from the bench but stayed relatively close. She didn't want either of the girls listening to her phone call but she couldn't let them out of her sight.

Something bad had clearly happened and she couldn't let this little girl disappear when she might be in danger. Nor could she let her own daughter out of her sight if someone was at the park snatching women and children.

"911 what's your emergency?"

"Hi, I think I need the police. I'm at the park and there's a little girl here, she's all alone and we can't find her aunt anywhere."

"Okay, how old is she and how long has she been alone?"

"No, I think something bad has happened. She said her aunt had a baby with her, but the pram and bag and everything is still here in the park. We've looked around but there's no one here and the little girl is only about three or so. The name on the bag says (Y/n) Buckley."

No caring parent or guardian would bring children down to the park and then just leave one of them here. Something must have happened. A woman wouldn't just wander off with her baby and leave a pram here and her niece all alone.

Something bad had happened, she could feel it.

"We'll send officers down to you now, miss."

It didn't take long for a unit to respond and before April could even stand up from the bench where she had been idly waiting with both girls, Jee was up on her feet.

The four year old stretched her arms out in front of her, tears still glossing in her eyes, and she pelted across the soft tarmac until she was in front of Athena. She didn't know Athena all too well, but she knew her as a familiar face, someone who was always at the parties where her dad worked. And she was in a uniform. People in uniforms were safe. They saved people.

"'Thea." Jee held her arms up until Athena bent down and scooped her up, holding her on her hip.

"Ooh, hi honey. Are you okay?" She gently jostled Jee in her arms and walked closer to the lady who was sat on the bench cuddling her own daughter into her side.

"Where's auntie (Y/n)?"

"I'm not sure yet honey, but we'll find her. Why don't you tell me what happened, were you with (Y/n) and Buck today?"

She gently settled Jee down to her feet but kept tight hold of her hand and moved towards the pram parked up near the railings. There was a blanket inside the pram, an open bag hanging from the handles with all of Evie's things inside. And there was half a loaf of bread in the basket at the bottom of the pram, presumably from them feeding the birds and the ducks.

"Last night too. Uncle Buck gone to work, so we came to park. Auntie (Y/n) went to get bottle for Evie, she didn't come back."

"Right, did you two walk here from home?"

"Car." Jee leaned into Athena's leg and pointed off towards the distance. They had driven down here and then come for a long walk around.

Athena didn't like the look of this situation.

She knew (Y/n) and Evan, they were like Bobby's children and Evie was like a granddaughter to them. Athena knew that (Y/n) wasn't the kind of person who would leave her niece all on her own in a public place where anyone could come over and snatch her up. And she wouldn't just wander off with Evie without her things like this.

Something had spooked her or happened to her, but because she wasn't physically around, Athena would guess that someone had either taken her or forced her to go somewhere with them.

Neither ideal seemed good or promising and Athena didn't want to explain this to Evan. Not yet. She couldn't tell him the situation until she knew exactly what was going on. But whatever it was, it wasn't good.

"Dispatch, I'm going to need alerts out on a young female, (Y/n) Buckley, and her newborn baby. They're both missing, possible abduction."

Something told Athena this day was only going to get worse.

***

Carding her fingers through her hair, Maddie tilted her head back at her desk and began drumming her fingers down on the desk. Her morning had been nothing but nuisance calls and people who thought their cats disappearing or their electrics not working classed as an emergency.

She was ready to go home. All Maddie wanted to do was go round to her brother's place, have a coffee and collect her daughter and head home. She didn't want to be sat here dealing with all the strange and useless calls, but this was her job and she had another three hours left until her shift ended.

When the light appeared on her screen and a buzzing set in the ear piece, Maddie wheeled her chair closer to her desk again and clicked the button. Who would it be calling this time?

"911, what's your emergency?"

Sometimes it felt like she was running on autopilot, especially with the tone of voice she had to keep so people knew she was calm and concerned but not panicked or overly ignorant or unconcerned. And it was an art to be able to talk people through these situations without getting anxious or too overwhelmed herself.

"Hi, is this the sunset hotel? I- I'd like to book a room please."

That voice set off sparkwaves rolling through Maddie's system and her back straightened in her seat. That was her sister in law. Why was (Y/n) calling 911? She wasn't stupid, that wasn't the kind of mistake (Y/n) would make and she certainly wouldn't dial that kind of wrong number when she was booking for a hotel.

The tone of her voice was all wrong too. Maddie talked to her when she was laughing, when she was panicked, frightened, angry, scared or simply worn out. That tone sounded like (Y/n) was frightened, something Maddie didn't hear all too often.

"(Y/n)? You've called 911, is something happening?" Maddie's fingers hovered over the keyboard, ready to start typing in notes and taking account of the situation.

"That's right." The shaky hum at the end of her words made Maddie's stomach clench and tighten.

Her hands fumbled over the keys, typing in her sister's name before she clicked the high priority button. She didn't know the full extent but something bad was clearly going on here.

"Okay, um, is someone with you, is that why you can't speak freely?"

She had asked for a hotel room. She wasn't babbling to Maddie or explaining what the problem was. That implied (Y/n) couldn't speak freely and that meant someone had to be there with her, wherever she was.

It had been a few weeks since Maddie had to do this kind of phone call. The last cryptic call like this she received, someone had asked for pizza because his friends were trying to hurt someone and wouldn't let anyone out of the apartment. It was always harder to speak in code and to have to try and ascertain the information she needed without getting the caller caught out.

And this being (Y/n) made this even more complicated. Maddie was too close to the situation, but at the same time, she was the best person for (Y/n) to talk to. They were practically sisters, Maddie knew (Y/n) almost as well as Evan did so she would be able to pick up on little hints or signals that her sister might try and give through the phone to help them out.

She heard (Y/n) hum and it sent Maddie's heart lurching up into her throat at the thought of someone potentially trying to harm (Y/n). But with that thought in mind, Maddie shivered.

"Are the girls with you?" She was looking after Jee, and she would have Evie with her.

Where was (Y/n)? What was she doing? Were they being held hostage in a shop or a bank? Had they witnessed something and now the people wouldn't let them go? Was someone trying to kidnap the girls? What was happening?

"Oh, um just two adults and a baby." The tremble to (Y/n)'s voice made Maddie's eyes glisten over with tears and her fingers started to shake on the keys as she typed in newborn involved.

"Where's Jee?" The glitch in her voice made (Y/n) whimper down the line. It was such a quiet noise that Maddie would have missed it if she hadn't been listening so intently. But that sound made something twinge inside Maddie and the thought of her baby girl.

"No, we just need a cot for a two month old." It was so hard for (Y/n) to hold back her tears. She didn't want to cry, the man beside her would take the phone and end the call if she started to sob down the line, but she felt horrid.

She didn't know what had become of Jee.

She didn't have the time to try and run to her when a gun had been pressed against her back and her daughter had been threatened. (Y/n) wished she would have screamed or moved. Being shot would have been preferable to being taken and leaving Jee to the harm of strangers. If a strange man, a creep or a desperate woman found Jee instead of a kind parent then God only knew what had become of her now.

And it was all (Y/n)'s fault.

Maddie didn't have a response for that. She didn't know what to say, for what could she say in this situation? She couldn't very well start crying or asking (Y/n) what had happened with her daughter and why (Y/n) only had her child with her and not Maddie's girl too.

And she tried her best to put the bad thoughts to the back of her head. The thoughts that asked why had Jee been left and not Evie. Why her daughter and not (Y/n)'s?

But she figured this might be easier. Leaving a baby somewhere alone and you didn't know who would hurt them or snatch them. Jee had some intellect and sense, she wouldn't wander off with strangers and she would be able to run from a bad situation. A baby couldn't escape like a toddler could.

(Y/n) took a deep breath and tried not to look to her left. She didn't want to look across to the man who had forced her into this situation, but she needed to make sure he didn't suspect anything was wrong.

If he suspected she wasn't talking to a hotel receptionist and was in fact trying to call for help, he might do something rash. He could hit her, he could shoot her with the gun in his car door pocket. He could crash the car or threaten to hurt Evie. None of which (Y/n) could allow to happen, she couldn't have her daughter getting hurt. Not when she had already put her niece in jeopardy.

"We can check in right away, can't we? We're only half a-an hour away." They weren't far from the hotel (Y/n) was supposed to be calling.

She needed Maddie to know that. She needed her sister to know whereabouts she was and where they were aiming for so she could get the police to their location. (Y/n) needed help, she didn't know what to do in this situation.

Something like this had never happened to (Y/n) before.

All she did was go to the pram for a bottle for Evie. She hadn't said or done anything to make this man advance towards her and when he grabbed her and pressed a gun to her back, (Y/n) didn't know what to do.

She complied. She couldn't risk a bullet in her back which could potentially have gone straight through her and hit Evie. She couldn't risk this man taking Evie or going after Jee who had been safely across the park. Going along with his demand for her to stay silent and walk with him had been (Y/n)'s only option.

She let him snatch her phone and keys from her bag and guide her into her own car as if she was some criminal he was arresting. But now they were driving and this man was becoming more and more unhinged by the second.

He had gone from being silent to asking about Evie to now talking to (Y/n) as if he was her husband and they were on some kind of family vacation.

The sound of Maddie's comforting voice brought (Y/n) out her terrified thoughts. "Do you know the man?"

"No, thank you." (Y/n) had no idea who he was, but he seemed to know her. He knew her name, he knew how old Evie was and he knew where she lived, and yet (Y/n) was sure she had never seen his face before.

"Is he armed?"

"Yes, book it under (Y/n) Buckley."

(Y/n) moved her free hand to rub at her temple, warding off the headache that was so bad she felt like she was going to pass out. The gun might not be aimed at her right now, but she had seen it. This guy had a gun, he had used it to get (Y/n) into the car and he had the gun in his door pocket for an emergency. And something told (Y/n) he might use it on her.

"Okay, just bear with me."

The shaking in Maddie's fingers became worse as she muted her microphone and clicked across to the police radio.

"I need assistance, I have a kidnapping in progress. A mother and newborn baby are being driven on the motorway towards the Sunset hotel. Suspect is armed."

"Evie, baby shh it's okay." (Y/n) pressed the phone to her shoulder and tried to reach behind her into the back towards Evie when the little girl began to cry. She still hadn't been fed yet. (Y/n) didn't have chance to feed her when this guy took her. She would be distressed and hungry and tired and (Y/n) needed to settle her.

She didn't know whether the crying would antagonise this man or if he wouldn't care.

"Hang up the damn phone and settle the baby."

(Y/n) couldn't help the way she flinched at his words and she pulled away from Evie so she could coil in on herself near the door. She wanted as much space as possible between her and this man.

"(Y/n), tell him I've put you on hold." Maddie's voice was like a godsend and (Y/n) pressed the phone back to her ear to ensure the man wouldn't hear her sister in law.

"I- I'm on hold, I wanna m-make sure they get everything right. You- You didn't let me pack-"

"I've already packed for you. I got a red nightgown for you, I knew it was your colour the moment I saw it in the window."

Terror crawled through (Y/n)'s blood and curled a hand tightly around her throat until she couldn't breathe. Her elbows dug into her sides and her chest began to constrict and contort the longer she held her breath and stared at the stranger beside her like he had just told her the future.

How did he know that?

Evan had bought her a blood red nightgown almost two weeks ago. How did this man know that? It wasn't as if Evan would go around advertising something like that and he'd given it to (Y/n) at home, it wasn't something to give out in public. How did this man know Evan had bought and given her that? It couldn't be a coincidence or a lucky guess.

"How- I- Evan bought me that." (Y/n) spluttered through the words as bile rose in the back of her throat and her stomach clenched tight.

"You looked so beautiful when you tried it on-"

"No, no- don't do that. You couldn't possibly have seen that." (Y/n)'s head started to shake and she pressed her free hand to her mouth to stop any cry or scream from emitting from her lips.

He couldn't have seen her try that dress on. He couldn't have known what she looked like when she wore it. Evan was the only person who had seen it and knew (Y/n) had that. He was her husband, he was the one who saw (Y/n) wearing lingerie like that and who had the privilege to take it off.

This stranger couldn't know any of this.

"Don't antagonise him."

Maddie could tell her words had fallen upon deaf ears and she clicked her microphone on mute when she felt tears beginning to fall down her face. She could hear (Y/n) getting more and more upset and it wasn't going to help. She was going to enrage the kidnapper and the best thing to do in this situation was calm him down and let him think everything was going his way.

"You're not my husband. I want Evan."

It was as if Maddie could physically see the tears drenching down her sister in law's face and she could hear the agony in her words which made things ten times worse. She could hear (Y/n) beginning to cry, and the kidnapper getting more and more riled up.

She was breaking whatever fantasy this man had created in his head about them both. She was ruining what he was trying to create and that was going to make him volatile.

"(Y/n), just let him drive to the hotel. The police will be there waiting for you, okay?"

She had to calm (Y/n) down. She had to get her to try and hold her breath and regulate her system. (Y/n) needed to agree with this man. Maddie knew better than most that to rile up someone like that wasn't a good idea, going along with him was the best idea until the police could get (Y/n) and Evie safely away from him.

Maddie couldn't hear anything. She couldn't hear (Y/n) crying. She couldn't hear Evie whimpering or crying or getting distressed. She couldn't even hear the sound of the car on the motorway anymore.

"Okay? (Y/n), can you talk?" When she received no response, Maddie swiped her hand beneath her eyes as a cry burned at the back of her throat. "(Y/n) are you there?"

"I think (Y/n)'s done enough talking. Say goodbye."

Maddie didn't recognise that voice. She thought she might be lucky enough to recognise him as someone who hung around her sister or who worked with her. But he was unfamiliar to her. Chances were that if (Y/n) didn't know him or even know his name, then no one else would either.

"Pull that car over right now!" It wasn't like Maddie to raise her voice, but she couldn't help herself.

This man was threatening her sister and her niece. He was threatening Evan's family. Maddie couldn't hold her brother's broken pieces together if something happened to his wife and daughter. She wouldn't be able to stop Evan from spiralling and she wouldn't want to witness him going down a dark hole like that.

She couldn't have anything happening to them, but she was helpless to stop it. She couldn't do anything, sat here behind her desk with only a phone connecting her to the incident with her sister.

She felt Josh standing behind her and tuning in to the call to see what was going on. But she knew he had seen (Y/n)'s name on the screen in the information file that she had been filling out because his hand fell to her shoulder and gripped tight. She wasn't supposed to take personal calls where she would be too close to the situation, but she had. She was the only one who could help (Y/n).

Both of them shuddered and Maddie gasped when a rendition of her name tore past (Y/n)'s lips in such a horrific scream that Maddie thought she had died and gone to Hell right then and there.

"(Y/n)? (Y/n)!"

Both Josh's hands moved to grip Maddie's shoulders when the line went dead. Recall didn't help. No one picked up the phone, it wouldn't even dial anymore.

Had they crashed? Or had the man thrown the phone out the window? Were the girls in danger or were they okay?

With a shuddering breath, Maddie shook off Josh's hands from her shoulders and shakily reached forward to click onto the fire response frequency. They might have crashed, the fire department would be best to respond along with the police.

"LAFD? T-this is dispatch, we might have a possibly crash on the 17 motorway. Mother and baby, and kidnapper."

"Alright dispatch, we're on-route."

"Bobby?" The harrowing tone to Maddie's voice set the Captain off guard and he frowned, tightening his hands on the wheel. He hadn't heard anyone say his name like that in months, years even.

"Yeah?"

"Is Buck with you?"

No sooner had Maddie asked the dreaded question, did she hear her baby brother's voice coming through the speakers. "I'm here, Mads what's wrong?"

She couldn't let Evan go into that situation blind-sided. She couldn't let him get to that scene and potentially find his wife and baby daughter injured. He needed a warning first. The team needed to restrain him and keep him in the truck, he couldn't be involved. He needed to be on the sidelines.

Tears drenched down Maddie's face and her hand pressed against her chest where it felt like her heart was tearing itself into shreds. She tried her best to take a deep breath, but the thought of her brother only made her cry harder.

"It- it's (Y/n). Her and Evie, t-they've been kidnapped."

[emacrow]

Welcome to the Starlight Toy Galore! How can I help you?

Apparently, 1 toy wasn't enough to in the analysis machine. Dick and Damian were compromised by the toys and refused to part with them.

Babs decided to go this time, but this wasn't the first time she came into the place for investigating, actually..

This was the 36th time she visited, not because a ridiculous tall, very obvious dork of a owner kindly remade his front more wheelchair accessible to enter and couldn't take a goddamned compliment to save his life.

This was her case dammit, and Batman wasn't going to ruin all her processes steps of plans she had already set back, steps now by visiting.

It seem this week was appreciated space theme background that was completely accurate with various sizes planets above attic seemingly look to be floating until one tiny pluto float downward only for a little 7 year old girl with pigtails to wind it up with a blue winding key and watch it float back up with the others.

Danny always went all out in the starlight Toy galore before what caught her eyes was a little boy that had a butterfly hairpin with a broken dolly, a bag of doll pieces that was the missing cracked head and missing arm piece walking up to a station where the Owner Danny Nightingale was await.

"Can you fix mah ma's Sally? Felix got mad at her for not giving him lunchie when he went out with the guys.. and.. and I got all the pieces..! I trade you mah hairpin for you to fix her!" the little boy said softly with quivering confident, raising the hairpin that he was wearing up with his hand.

The Danny looked down on the little boy and bent over slowly, his form still gigantic even crouched down as he nodded, whispering softly to the boy as he ruffled his little hair, carefully picking the broken dolly that seem way too small in those long thin hands.

Carefully placing dolly and the broken pieces out of the bag carefully, The Danny went to the cabinet above the station and pulled out a jar. She could see his body shake as though he knew she was watching. Now, if Babs could almost see what that jar said, she coul-

The hard tug onto her shirt cause her to turn to see a 6 year old little girl in black braids with rose designed beads, bright blue eyes, and a soft grin with a front gap toothy. She had a tagged name, and I'm Ellen Nightingale.

Ellen mischievous little girl who like to play pranks at the beginning but became sweet on her 3 months ago.

She was holding out a strawberry taffy out in her small hand, colorful sensory rings on three fingers and a ducky doodle in yellow and green marker on the back of her hand.

"Oh.. thank you." Babs said softly, holding out her hand to receive the taffy. Ellen smiles with wider, and her eyes gleamed brighter at Babs as she giggles, rushing off to where Babs was previously watching the Dann-..

Ack. She got distracted!

The little boy was walking away, smiling brightly with the fixed dolly now wearing his butterfly hairpin as Danny waved at him.

Ellen tugs onto his apron and points at Babs, whispering something lightly to him as he picks up something from his stationary. Babs felt nervous for some reason, considering he was a ridiculous tall man. Hell, he can give the killer croc a run for his money in size if he were broader instead of slim figured.

And here they come, alright. Babs smiles softly as they both come over. Before Babs knew it, a bouquet of lilacs and purple roses was nearly shoved in her face.

A heavily bright red-faced danny with his hands shakenly holding the bouquet as he tonguedtied on his own words.

"You did the order wrong, Papa!! It was ask, then give the flowers!! All that hard work pwactices over this last night, gone, You big oversized Dumdum!!" Ellen shrieked, pounding her tiny fists on his legs.

Danny wilted like a deflated tube man as if Ellen's tiny blows could hurt him, but Babs couldn't speak as she was laughing too hard into the bouquet she held over her face to hide how red her face was.

Part 1 here <- -> Part 3 here

[pricesprincess]

j. price x fem reader | explicit smut 18+ mdni

tags: 1k wc + dubcon because alcohol + tipsy sex + semi public sex + I used #12 from my prompts + I love him so much I had fun writing this

One tropical cocktail after another, you felt the heat pooling in your face, spreading like wildfire, and the bathing suit you wore didn't help nor did John's heated gaze as he watched you from the other side.

It was your sister's birthday party, and she always went out for it, which meant she rented out a hotel rooftop pool for the family and her friends she met in college so there was a lot of bodies.

Music played from the DJ booth as you swayed to the beat. You listened to some woman talk about her classes, but you tuned her out as you sipped from the colorful straw staring at John.

He was shirtless, and now his bottoms were dry, but you could easily think of ways to get them soaked again. Thankfully, the rooftop area was large and in the heart of the city, basking the night sky in neon lights that reflected in the pool you debated on taking a dip in.

"Did you two just come here to eye fuck each other? There are some of these chairs in the back..." Your sister plopped down next to you in one of the oversized chairs, her fingers grazing the fabric while she wagged her eyebrows making you laugh and shake your head.

It wasn't the plan, no. But it couldn't be helped, not when John looked so good, and you were tipsy and needy, the growing feeling of want simmered in your veins along with the cocktail of alcohol. "No, but I think I will take you up on that offer." You giggled and stood.

Your sister watched as you sauntered over to John, resting your hand on his shoulder and whispering in his ear to meet you in the back in five minutes; he chuckled and gripped your waist when you pulled back with a wink and disappeared behind the bathrooms.

In the back, there were chairs next to each other, creating a makeshift bed of sorts, which was perfect for what you had in mind. With your drink in hand, you sat it down on a table nearby and sat down on the round cushion, propping yourself up on your elbows.

Five minutes later, on the dot, John appeared with a lazy smirk. "Darlin', what do you have up that sleeve of yours?" He hummed, his voice raspy and warm, reminding you of whiskey and summer heat.

You giggled and looked at him, biting your bottom lip. "I'm not wearing any sleeves silly, and I was thinking some hot tipsy sex."

It came from your mouth so freely it made John pause before he shook his head and stepped forward, your toes grazed his knees as you moved your foot up to his bulge as you tilted your head up.

He looked so good, handsome, and rugged that it made you ache everywhere, your clit became a second heart beat because you could already feel John's touch, his tongue tracing every inch of you.

John cocked his head with a smirk and grabbed your ankle gently but firmly, pulling you to the edge of the chair making you gasp and giggle, your hands tried to swat at him but he was quicker and before you knew it he had you pressed flat on your back, his hand pressed between the valley of your breasts as he stared down at you.

The sounds of the party faded as your view narrowed to only one thing; your husband. You cupped his face and tugged him down to kiss him deeply, your tongue sweeping against his as you wrapped your legs around his waist, pressing your heels into his ass whining.

"'S needy for me, always, my good girl. Yer tipsy, a gigglin' mess and drippin' too." John sighed as his hand trailed down your stomach making it flutter as his fingers skimmed the hem of your bottoms before sliding inside feeling your wet heat soaking fucking wet.

John groaned low in his throat as he traced your curves, his tongue licking into your mouth while his fingers spread your cunt open gently to rub your clit in slow circles racking the pleasure higher. It trickled through your veins like honey as you humped his hand.

He barely dipped the tip of his middle finger inside your quivering hole watching your lips pout, your glassy eyes to grow wet as he traced your nipple through your top with a dark chuckle.

Everything else was forgotten as John slid one thick finger inside your drenched cunt with a filthy wet squelch making your face burn hotter than the fucking sun as John kissed your neck, his lips dragging over your sensitive spots making you pant and moan.

Slow and tortuous, John finger fucked you, curling the single digit to rub the soft spongy spot while his thumb caressed making you sing like his favorite song bird, calling out his name so sweetly as your fingers curled into his hair tugging on the dark strands.

"John." You pouted and pushed at his chest gently as he teased you with slow strokes of his finger with a smirk that made you gush.

"Mhm?" He rasped nipping your collarbone before pulling out his finger leaving you aching. John grunted when you took control and pushed him on his back to straddle him, your fingers untied the sides of your bottoms and let it fall giving him a view of your glistening cunt.

You pawed at the hem of his suit bottoms freeing his cock and nothing else while John let you take what you wanted, the determination in your eye fired him up, the way you always needed him and how you looked at him with heart eyes.

Shifting on your knees you tossed your bottoms to the side and rubbed your wet cunt along the length of his cock with a sigh as you held his knees before angling yourself to sink down on his dick.

Both of you sighed in relief and pleasure.

For a moment you just sat there with him throbbing inside your aching cunt while you laced your fingers with his, you bent at the waist and kissed him pouring your affection and need into it.

"Start ridin' now cowgirl." John nipped your bottom lip and squeezed your hands before you let go so he could hold your hips helping you grind back and forth watching you fall apart with each stroke.

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[winterarmyy]

He Hates Me, Doesn't He?

A series of random Bucky Drabbles that I can't let go but don't have the brain to make the whole complete plot of.

Summary: You hurt Bucky's girl, and now he hates you.

Pairing: tfatws!bucky x female!reader

Words: 6.7k++

Warnings: angstyyyyyyyyy, but with happy ending because I cannot live in agony. miscommunication galore. 'I want to strangle bucky's girlfriend.' soft reader, cold/mean bucky. bucky should've grovel more. horrible attempt of writing verbal arguments. nothing much but pain.

Inspiration: I remember reading a bucky fic years ago and I like the pain that it caused me to feel. Idk why the pain suddenly came back to me lately. So, this is my take on the same idea. I haven't able to find it. But when I do, I'll reblog it in my another acc!

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y/n had always been a steady presence in the Avengers, known for her gentle demeanour and unwavering support. Her relationship with Bucky Barnes had blossomed from a quiet friendship into something deeper. When they first met, Bucky was reserved and hesitant, still grappling with his past as the Winter Soldier. y/n, with her gentle nature and patient understanding, slowly helped him come out of his shell.

She remembered the sleepless nights they spent together when they were on the run with Steve and Sam. They'd share stories, and sometimes just sit in silence, her quiet company offering solace to Bucky's restless mind. The unspoken bond growing stronger with each passing day. Bucky looked up to her, finding comfort in her presence, and in turn, he became fiercely protective of her. They'd watch each other's backs during missions, their synergy on the battlefield a testament to their deep connection. 

And somewhere along the line, she fell for him. She had fallen for Bucky's resilience and vulnerability, though she never expected more, knowing that a relationship was not what he needed right now. At least, that's what she thought. Little did she know, Bucky had always loved her; ever since the day she offered him tea the first night they were on the run to Wakanda. Maybe she was just simply aloof, or maybe Bucky’s flirting skills weren’t translated the way he wanted, but they never crossed the line between friendship and ‘something more’.

Then when Jen came into the picture, it felt like things started to change. Jen was bold and confident, and it wasn't long before she caught Bucky's eye. Their relationship seemed to spring up overnight, and y/n, though hurt, tried to be happy for Bucky. Jen was supportive and caring, or so it seemed, and Bucky deserved happiness.

Now, as planned the team was instructed to moved into the Avenger compound for a few months to train new recruits. It had only been the first month but surely it was jam packed with endless of rigorous training sessions. The original team—y/n, Sam, Bucky, Jen, Clint, and his mentee Kate Bishop—were all assigned to train the new recruits, with additional of few agents from different branches coming in to help out.

y/n was heading to the training room; she knew it was way too early but she thought that if she didn’t get out of bed now, she might not even get up at all. To her surprise, she was not the first one. She saw a few new trainees were already on the way to the training room; some of them greeted her a good morning. She simply smiled at their enthusiasm. 

The moment she entered the area, she overheard voices coming from the corner of the room. She paused, recognizing Jen's voice, which was raised and laced with contempt. Curiosity piqued, y/n stepped closer, staying just out of sight behind the white board. In hindsight, it might seem weird that she was sneaking around to eavesdrop on Jen, but she couldn't help it.

Initially, y/n liked Jen. She tried to welcome her into their tight-knit group and even supported her relationship with Bucky. However, as time went on, Jen began acting strange. The things she said about Bucky sometimes sounded condescending. She would make comments like, "It's amazing how well he's adjusted, considering his past," or, "It's great that he's trying so hard to be normal." The way she acted often differed from her words, with Jen giving Bucky disapproving glances or sighing heavily whenever he mentioned something from his troubled past.

She had noticed these discrepancies and started to feel uneasy around Jen. She couldn't shake the feeling that Jen’s support was just a facade. Now, standing behind the whiteboard, she strained to hear the conversation.

"…and honestly, I don’t understand how anyone can trust him," Jen was saying. "I mean, sure, he's got that whole 'reformed hero' thing going on now, but let’s be real. He was Hydra’s pet assassin for decades. The things he’s done? It’s unforgivable."

Her friend, another agent from a different branch, nodded hesitantly. "But you’re dating him, aren’t you? Doesn’t that mean you trust him?"

Jen laughed, a cold, humourless sound. "Dating him? Please. I’m in it for the fame and the perks. Have you seen the way people look at us? Besides, he’s hot, I’ll give him that. But trust him? Never. People like him don’t change. They’re broken. He's a monster, and he always will be. It’s only a matter of time before he snaps again."

y/n felt a surge of anger rise within her. How dare Jen talk about Bucky like that? 

Memories flooded her mind, flashing back to Bucky’s nightmare-plagued nights. She remembered the prominent dark circles under his eyes, the haunted look that never quite left his face. The silent pain he endured, adjusting to a modern world where he felt like an outsider, magnified when Steve left. She could still see the wary, suspicious glances people cast in his direction, the whispers behind his back when they first ventured out. Before the fame he acquired as he regained his reputation after the Flag-Smasher incident.

She had witnessed his hardships firsthand—the nightmares that woke him in a cold sweat, the moments of crippling doubt and self-loathing. But she had also seen his triumphs, the small victories that slowly built his confidence. The first time he laughed freely in her presence, the genuine smile that lit up his face when he finally allowed himself to relax. She cherished those moments, the sunshine that broke through the clouds of his tortured past.

All of this came rushing back, breaking the chains on the Pandora's box inside of her. The fury she felt wasn't just for the disrespect to Bucky; it was for every ounce of pain he had suffered, every moment of joy he had fought so hard to reclaim. Her eyes hardened with resolve as she stepped forward, her voice steady but cold. "Take that back," she demanded, her presence startling both Jen and her friend.

Jen turned slowly, a smirk spreading across her face as she saw y/n. She knew from the beginning about the cute little crush y/n had on Bucky. To be frank, everybody sort of knew about it, except for Bucky somehow. 

"Or else what, y/n?" she replied with a mocking tone. "You’re quite pathetic aren’t you? You think that I can’t see how you’ve been eye-fucking my boyfriend all this time? Come on, now. Backing him up would not give you a leeway into his pants, y/n."

y/n’s face went through a range of emotions—shock, embarrassment, and then seething anger. Jen’s words were like poison, each one landing like a punch to the gut.

Jen continued, confidence oozing out of her cocky demeanor, "Besides, we all know that I can easily beat you in a fight, doll" 

The use of doll—a nickname Bucky had given y/n from day one, when Steve had quite literally kidnapped Bucky from the government—made y/n blood boil. Hearing it from Jen felt like a personal attack, a deliberate attempt to undermine everything she shared with Bucky.

And it was true that Jen had graduated top of her batch from the Avengers program and had countless successful missions under her belt, but y/n knew this wasn't about accolades or abilities. This was about something deeper, something more personal.

y/n clenched her fists, taking a step closer. "You think this is about who can fight better?" she said, her voice shaking with restrained fury. "This is about respect. You don’t get to talk about Bucky like that."

Jen scoffed, a cruel smile on her lips. "Respect? For that monster? You’re delusional. He’s a ticking time bomb, a liability to the team. And deep down, everyone knows it."

y/n’s patience snapped. In one swift motion, she slapped Jen hard across the face, the sound echoing through the room. Jen stumbled and fell to the ground, shock and anger flashing across her features.

She stalks forward like a predator cornering its prey, "I’m just done with your lies and your insults. Bucky deserves better than you." Jen instinctively crawled backwards towards the centre of the room. Seeing that she got the attention of the few new recruits she regained her composure, smirked again, but there was a flicker of uncertainty in her eyes. "You’re pathetic, y/n," she taunted. "Defending a lost cause." her voice was loud enough for y/n to hear but quiet enough that the others might not be able to decipher her words.

At that moment, Bucky and Sam burst into the room, followed closely behind by a new recruit who alerted them of the incident. Bucky’s eyes widened as he took in the scene—Jen on the ground, y/n standing over her, shaking with rage. "What’s going on here?" His demand was completely ignored as y/n’s mind was hyper-focused on the wrath bubbling within her. 

"Get up," y/n demanded, her voice shaking with wrath. Bucky’s momentarily froze as he watched the confrontation escalate before him. y/n, usually so composed, was now a whirlwind of rage, her eyes blazing as she stood over a trembling Jen. Bucky had always known her to be fierce in battle, but this was different—this was raw, unbridled anger. "I'm going to make you regret every word you said. So get on your fucking feet before I rip it off you.." 

Jen, still on the ground, looked up at y/n with wide, teary eyes, playing the role of the victim to perfection. "Please, I didn't– I don’t know what you're…," she whimpered, casting a fearful glance at Bucky and Sam, who had just arrived on the scene.

Bucky's mind raced. Why was she doing this? He stepped forward, trying to diffuse the situation. "y/n, hey!" he shouted, his voice a mix of confusion and anger. "What are you doing?"

Completely ignoring him, "Get up," y/n snarled, her eyes blazing with intensity. "Get up and fight me. I’ll show you who the real monster is." Jen looked up, her hand on her cheek, disbelief mingling with her fury. "You’re crazy," she spat, scrambling to her feet.

Her response was only a furious shout. "I said, get up!"

"y/n, are you crazy?!" Bucky yelled, moving quickly to intervene. He grabbed her wrist, his grip tight and unforgiving.

She turned her fierce gaze towards Bucky; her expression momentarily faltering at the hurt in his eyes. "Bucky, you don’t understand, she--" she began, but the words caught in her throat as she saw Jen's smirk flicker for just a second.

"There's nothing to understand," Bucky snapped. "You’re acting insane."

y/n looked at him, her eyes filled with hurt and frustration. "Bucky, you have to listen—"

But he cut her off, his expression hard. "I don’t care! You hurt her, y/n. You think I don’t see that bruise on her cheek?!" Bucky shouted, his face contorted with anger. His eyes, usually filled with a gentle warmth when he looked at y/n, were now blazing with fury. "This isn’t like you, y/n. I’ve noticed that you’ve never liked Jen, and I don’t know why. But this? This is just immature and reckless." His metal grip on y/n's wrist was tighter than he intended. She winced, her eyes watering not just from the pain but from the sting of his words. 

y/n had never seen Bucky like this. His anger was palpable, radiating off him in waves. It was like being hit with a physical force, and she felt her heart breaking under the weight of it. Tears welled up in her eyes, but she blinked them away, her anger flaring even hotter. "Bucky, you don’t understand," she tried to explain, but the words caught in her throat.

Bucky’s expression remained hard, the force on her wrist tightening painfully. "You need to grow up, y/n," he seethed, his disappointment evident in his tone. "You're always causing drama lately, and it needs to stop. Jen’s been there for me in ways you haven’t, and I won’t tolerate you attacking her like this."

The words cut through her like a knife. Her heart shattered at his harshness, at the realization that Bucky thought so little of her. She yanked her wrist free, feeling the sting of his grip lingering. "Fine," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "Believe what you want."

Without another word, she turned and stormed out, leaving Bucky standing there, torn between confusion and guilt.

A gnawing sense of remorse tugging at him, but he couldn't shake the confusion and anger clouding his mind. "Jen, are you okay?" he asked, helping her to her feet.

Jen, tucking herself to his side, managed to summon a few tears, looking up at Bucky with a feigned innocence. "I don’t know why she hates me so much," she murmured, playing her part perfectly.

Bucky fingers softly traces on her wounded cheek before his gaze switched to y/n’s retreating form, a knot tightening in his chest. He wasn’t sure why those mean words had spouted out of his lips. Was it because he saw Jen injured on the ground and his protective instincts kicked in? Or was it because Jen had been whispering doubts in his ear about y/n’s loyalty, making him question his longtime friend? 

The truth was, Bucky had always relied on y/n’s unwavering support. She had been his rock through the toughest times, and seeing her so furious, so hurt, shook him to his core. Yet, in the heat of the moment, he had lashed out, unable to reconcile the image of Jen crying with the fierce anger that radiated from y/n.

As Bucky comforted Jen, his mind was a storm of conflicting emotions. He couldn't shake the image of hurt on her face, nor could he ignore the nagging feeling that he was missing a crucial piece of the puzzle.

On the side, Sam was only able to watch the scene play out silently, a frown creasing his brow. He had a feeling there was more to this story, and he intended to get to the bottom of it.

As weeks passed, the rift between Bucky and y/n deepened, fueled by Jen's cunning manipulation. In a private conversation, Jen planted seeds of doubt in Bucky's mind, suggesting that y/n harboured hidden resentments and intentions.

"I hate to say it, Bucky, but maybe she's not who we thought she was," Jen insinuated, her voice dripping with false concern. "Maybe she's been hiding her true feelings all along, waiting for the right moment to strike." 

Bucky, already vulnerable and confused after the incident in the training room, absorbed Jen's words like poison, allowing them to fester and take root in his mind. He began to view y/n through a new lens, one tainted by suspicion and distrust. This single conversation, filled with subtle manipulations and insidious suggestions, was all it took to fracture the bond between Bucky and y/n, leaving Bucky cold and distant towards the one person who had always stood by his side.

Most days he would avoid eye contact with her during team meetings, barely acknowledging her presence when they were forced to interact. In training sessions, his instructions to her were curt and clipped, lacking the warmth and camaraderie they once shared. y/n felt each of these interactions like a stab to the heart.

She couldn't understand how quickly Bucky had turned against her, how easily he had accepted Jen's version of events without even giving her a chance to explain. The hurt festered inside her, eating away at her sense of self-worth.

Then one night, as y/n sat alone on the rooftop, staring out into the darkness, Sam found her there. He knew this was where she retreated when she needed space to think, to process her emotions. He approached her cautiously, sitting down beside her without a word.

"Why aren't you at dinner, y/n?" Sam finally asked, breaking the silence. He could see the emptiness in her eyes, the weight of her sorrow pressing down on her.

She shook her head, her voice hollow. "Lost my appetite," she muttered, her gaze still fixed on the horizon.

Sam gently prodded, knowing there was more to her withdrawal than just a lack of hunger. "Is it because of what happened the other day at the training room?" he asked softly.

Instantly, her demeanor shifted. Anger flared in her eyes, directed not just at Jen and Bucky, but at the entire situation. "I don't want to talk about it, Sam," she snapped, her frustration bubbling to the surface. But Sam wasn't one to give up easily, especially when he knew how much y/n was hurting. "Come on, y/n," he urged, his voice gentle but insistent. "You can't keep bottling this up. Talk to me."

Her expression softened slightly at Sam's persistence, but the pain still lingered in her eyes. "Seriously, Sam, please just drop it," she pleaded, her voice wavering with emotion.

Sam could see the cracks forming in her facade, the vulnerability seeping through the tough exterior she usually projected. Without a word, he pulled her into a comforting embrace, letting her bury her face against his shoulder.

As she clung to him, her facade finally crumbled. Her lips trembled, her eyes filled with unshed tears. "He hates me, doesn't he?" she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of her own heartbreak. "Bucky hates me."

Sam held her tighter, offering silent comfort as she grappled with the weight of her sorrow. He knew there were no easy answers, no quick fixes to mend the shattered pieces of y/n's heart. But in that moment, all he could do was be there for her, a steady anchor in the storm of her emotions.

The dim glow of the kitchen's overhead light provided a faint sense of solace in the otherwise silent darkness of the compound. Bucky sat at the wooden table, his tired eyes staring blankly at the cup of untouched tea before him. It was a nightly ritual lately, this dance with sleeplessness and the haunting memories that lurked in the shadows of his mind yet again.

Footsteps broke the stillness, and Bucky's gaze shifted to the entrance of the kitchen. y/n stood hesitantly in the doorway, her presence casting a tentative aura over the room. There was a palpable tension between them, an unspoken weight that hung heavy in the air.

She cleared her throat, breaking the awkward silence. "Mind if I join you?" she asked softly, her voice barely above a whisper. She was expecting Bucky to ignore her completely but he didn’t; Bucky simply shrugged nonchalantly, his guard seemed to flatter. "Suit yourself," he muttered.

As she quietly took a seat opposite him, a heavy silence settled between them. Bucky's thoughts churned with a whirlwind of emotions, each one vying for dominance over the others. His guard seemed to falter in the presence of her tentative yet comforting aura. The weight of his own vulnerability loomed large in his mind, drowning out the anger he had harboured towards her.

As the silence stretched between them, she felt a surge of compassion wash over her. She knew why he was awake at this time. She knew that the tea he brewed was to help him sleep. She was the one who planted that habit to him after all.

And despite everything that had transpired between them, she couldn't bear to see Bucky suffer alone. With a deep breath to steady her nerves, she decided to reach out to him, to offer what little comfort she could.

Without a word, y/n rose from her seat and moved to stand behind Bucky's chair. He stiffened at her touch, his muscles tense with apprehension. But as her gentle hands began to massage the tension from his neck, a wave of unexpected relief washed over him.

Her touch was soft and comforting, a stark contrast to the coldness he had grown accustomed to due to Jen’s unwillingness to acknowledge this side of him. She ran her fingers through his hair, coaxing him to relax, to let go of the burdens that weighed heavily on his shoulders. For a brief moment, Bucky allowed himself to forget the walls he had built around his heart. In her presence, her voice, and her touch; he felt a glimmer of hope, a flicker of warmth that he had long since forgotten.

But then, like a sudden gust of wind extinguishing a fragile flame, the weight of Jen's words came crashing back down upon him. Anger flared within him, hot and fierce, directed not only at y/n but at himself for allowing his heart to yearn for her.

He pushed himself away from the table, his movements sharp and abrupt. "I don't need your pity, y/n," he spat, his words laced with bitterness. "Just leave me alone."

With that, he stormed out of the kitchen, leaving y/n alone in the suffocating silence.The disbelief that clouded her thoughts gave way to a searing agony that twisted in her chest. How could he say such things? How could he push her away so callously, after everything they had shared?

y/n buried her face in her hands, her body trembling with the force of her sobs. The weight of her shattered dreams pressed down on her, crushing her spirit beneath its merciless grip. She had never felt so alone, so utterly abandoned by the one person she had trusted above all others.

The pain of losing Bucky, of losing the love that had sustained her through the darkest of times, threatened to consume her whole. Each breath felt like a struggle, each heartbeat a painful reminder of the emptiness that now filled her soul.

In that moment of crushing despair, she couldn't help but believe that Bucky truly hated her. The thought tore through her like a knife, leaving behind a raw, gaping wound that no amount of time or distance could ever hope to heal.

As she sat alone in the suffocating silence of the kitchen, y/n felt the full weight of her heartbreak descend upon her like a tidal wave. She was lost in a sea of pain and sorrow, drowning in the agony of losing someone she had loved so deeply, so completely. And in that moment, she couldn't help but wonder if she would ever find her way back to the surface again.

Unbeknownst to her, Bucky lingered just out of sight, his heart heavy with guilt. He wanted to go back, to take back his harsh words and hold her close, to chase away the tears that stained her cheeks. But the poison in his mind was too strong, clouding his judgement and trapping him in a cycle of self-destructive despair. And so, with a heavy heart, he turned and walked away, leaving y/n to cry alone in the darkness.

The mission had already been tense enough, but as y/n found herself face to face with Jen in a location she wasn't supposed to be, the atmosphere crackled with an added layer of hostility. It was as if fate had conspired to place them in this confrontation, and her jaw clenched involuntarily as she braced herself for what was to come.

Jen's presence in that spot was no coincidence, and she knew it. Her suspicions were confirmed as Jen turned to face her, a smirk playing on her lips, a gleam of malice in her eyes. y/n's grip tightened on her weapon, her pulse quickening as she prepared for the verbal assault she knew was coming.

"How does it feel, knowing that Bucky hates you now?" Jen's words sliced through the air like a knife, each syllable carrying the weight of y/n’s deepest fears. It was a direct hit, striking at the core of her insecurities, and for a moment, she felt as though the ground had been ripped out from beneath her feet.

But she refused to let Jen see her falter. With a steely resolve, she squared her shoulders and met Jen's gaze head-on, her expression a mask of defiance. She may have been shaken by Jen's words, but she refused to let them break her.

Ignoring the taunts, she focused on the mission at hand, determined to prove her worth despite Jen's attempts to undermine her. But with each passing moment, the weight of Jen's words hung heavy in the air, casting a shadow over y/n’s every move.

It was a battle on two fronts – against the enemy they faced together, and against the doubts that threatened to consume her from within. But she refused to back down, drawing strength from the knowledge that she fought not just for herself, but for the team she believed in with all her heart.

But Jen's relentless barrage of insults made it difficult to concentrate, her words like daggers slicing through y/n’s defenses.

"Aww come on y/n, bet you’re reeling in the loss right now, aren’t you." Jen continued, her voice ice cold. "The Asset’s little lapdog, clinging to him like a lost puppy."

y/n’s temper flared at the insult, her grip tightening on her weapon as she fought to keep her emotions in check. But Jen's mocking laughter only fueled the fire burning within her, pushing her to the brink of her patience. "Shut your mouth, Jen," she growled, her voice low and dangerous. "Or I swear to God, I'll make sure that the team finds your body disassembled in one of these rooms."

Jen simply rolled her eyes, unfazed by her threat. "You love him that much, huh?" y/n had no intention to deny that fact; she does love him, "More than you ever could." her voice was firm and true. Jen’s smirk fell as she scoffed. "Ain't that cute, the Winter Soldier and his little psycho sweetheart."

Before y/n could respond, a voice cut through the tension like a knife, freezing her in place. It was Bucky, his expression dark and stormy as he stepped into view. "What's going on here?" he demanded, his eyes narrowing in suspicion as he took in the scene before him.

y/n’s heart sank as she realized that Bucky might have heard everything. She turned around to meet his eyes and his face confirmed her suspicion; he heard it.  Bucky had heard everything – every taunt, every insult, every word exchanged between her and Jen; even the confession of her true feelings. She met his gaze; searching for some sign of understanding of his emotions and the little that she saw was: disappointment, betrayal and guilt, mirrored back at her in the depths of his stormy blue eyes. 

In that moment, all she wanted to do was pull him into her arms, to pull him away from all the painful memories and hurtful words; so far away that he would forget he had ever been taunted, betrayed, or made to feel less than he was.

Before she could utter a word, let alone take a step towards him, Jen's voice broke through, but it lacked the usual confidence. "Bucky, it's not what you think," she stammered, her eyes darting nervously between Bucky and y/n. "I-I was just..."

y/n’s clenched her jaw, her patience wearing thin as Jen stumbled over her words, unable to come up with a coherent explanation. She could see the confusion and hurt in Bucky's eyes, a reflection of the turmoil raging within her own heart.

"I-I mean," Jen continued, her voice faltering. "I was...um...just trying to...uh..."

But her feeble attempts to justify her actions only served to further incense Bucky. His brow furrowed in anger, his fists clenched at his sides as he struggled to make sense of the situation.

"Enough," he growled, his voice low and dangerous. "I don't want to hear any more lies."

y/n’s heart ached as she watched Bucky's expression darken with anger and disappointment. She wanted to explain, to tell him the truth about Jen's betrayal and her own misguided attempt to defend him. But the words caught in her throat, choked by the weight of her guilt and regret.

With a heavy sigh, Bucky turned away, his shoulders slumped with defeat. "Let's just finish the mission," he muttered, his voice heavy with exhaustion. "We'll deal with this later."

As he was about to walk away, y/n noticed a red dot on his chest, the unmistakable mark of a sniper's laser sight. Without thinking twice, she leaped towards him, her body acting as a human shield. Time seemed to slow down as she collided with Bucky, pushing him out of the way.

"y/n, no!" Bucky shouted, his voice filled with panic as her body slumped against his chest.

In the chaos, Jen was nowhere to be seen. She had slipped away, taking shelter and ultimately fleeing the area as she heard multiple footsteps approaching.

Bucky tried to pull up his gun, but it was too late. An array of bullets rained down on them. He felt the searing pain of a few shots piercing his own flesh, but it was nothing compared to the sight of y/n’s body being riddled with bullets. She was hit in the shoulder, wrist, thighs, and other places Bucky couldn't even register.

Rage surged through Bucky like an inferno, obliterating any semblance of restraint. He moved with a deadly precision, his eyes blazing with fury as he unleashed a storm of bullets on the enemy. His movements were swift and unforgiving, every shot finding its mark with brutal accuracy. The enemy fell one by one, their bodies collapsing in lifeless heaps. The air was filled with the deafening sound of gunfire and the acrid smell of gunpowder, but Bucky's focus was unyielding.

Within moments, the room was cleared, the enemies wiped out in a flurry of rage-fueled vengeance.

The adrenaline ebbed away, leaving Bucky standing amidst the carnage, his chest heaving. He turned, and his eyes fell on y/n's crumpled form. The sight of her lying in a pool of her own blood shattered his rage, replacing it with a crushing wave of worry and panic.

"Hang in there. Please," Bucky hastily spoke, his voice trembling. He activated his com line, desperation seeping into his tone. "Guys, we need help. y/n... she's... she's been shot. We need to get out of here right now!" Panic coursed through him as he turned his attention back to y/n, frantically trying to stop the bleeding on her stomach. "y/n, doll…please" he pleaded, watching her hazy gaze. "Don't you dare give up on me now. Come on."

"babydoll, stay with me!" Bucky cried, his voice breaking as he cradled her in his arms. Blood soaked through her clothes, staining his hands. "Please, hang on, you can’t leave yet. I haven't told you... I haven't—" 

Her eyes fluttered open, her breathing shallow and ragged. "It's okay, Bucky," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the chaos. "It's okay. Don't cry." Her shaking hands struggled to move, and with great effort, she managed to cup Bucky's cheek. The gesture was weak but filled with tenderness. "It's okay," she repeated, her fingers trembling against his skin.

"Don't talk like that," Bucky choked out, his own tears mingling with the blood on his face. "You can't.. I haven't told you...please doll..." His voice wavered with the weight of unspoken words and unconfessed feelings. He hadn't told her how much he truly cared for her, how every moment spent away from her felt like an eternity. He hadn't begged for forgiveness for his coldness, his mistakes, and for letting Jen's poison taint his actions. The guilt gnawed at him, each heartbeat a reminder of the words he hadn't said, the emotions he hadn't expressed. 

He pressed her hand harder against his cheek, feeling the warmth of her touch anchoring him in the moment.Her hand weakly brushing against his cheek. "I know, sweetheart," she murmured. "I know."

Bucky's heart shattered as he clung to her, feeling her life slipping away. "No, no, no," he muttered desperately. "You can't leave me. Please, y/n. Please."

She smiled faintly, her eyes closing. "I'm here, Bucky. I'm right here."

With a final, shuddering breath, y/n’s consciousness slipped away. Bucky felt a surge of panic, but he knew he had to move. He lifted her limp body, cradling her against his chest as he ran towards the quinjet. Each step was agony, his own injuries slowing him down, but he didn't care. All that mattered was getting y/n to safety.

"Hang on, y/n," he whispered, his voice trembling. "Hang on. I won't let you go."

In the sterile environment of the medical bay, y/n lay unconscious, her body hooked up to various machines that monitored her vital signs. Bucky sat by her bedside, his eyes red-rimmed and swollen from crying. Every beep of the monitor seemed to echo through the silence, a haunting reminder of her fragile state. He held her hand, his thumb gently caressing her bandaged wrist.

Memories of their time together flooded Bucky's mind, each one a bittersweet reminder of the connection they shared. He remembered the laughter they had shared, the late-night conversations that stretched into the early hours of the morning. He remembered the gentle touch of her hand, the warmth of her smile that never failed to chase away the darkness.

But amidst the memories, there was also pain – the pain of their last conversation, the words left unsaid and the choices left unmade. Bucky's throat tightened as he recalled the day he had walked away from Jen, the air thick with tension and unspoken truths.

His voice was cold and final. "You almost got her killed, Jen," he had said, his eyes blazing with anger. "Stay away from us. Stay away from me."

Jen's eyes had flashed with anger, her words cutting like knives as she lashed out in frustration. "And what, you think you'll find someone better than me?" she had spat, her voice dripping with venom. "Good luck with that, Bucky. You'll never find anyone who would put up with your baggage."

But Bucky had remained resolute, his decision fueled by a sense of longing and regret that threatened to consume him whole. "Maybe not," he had admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "But I'd rather be alone than with someone who doesn't truly care about me."

Now, as Bucky sat by y/n’s bedside, the weight of his decision bore down on him like a crushing weight. Tears welled in his eyes as he reached out to gently brush a strand of hair away from her face, his fingers trembling with emotion.

"I'm so sorry, babydoll," he whispered, his voice thick with unshed tears. "I never meant for any of this to happen. So, please, wake up. I need you."

But y/n remained unconscious, her breathing shallow and weak as she lay before him. And as Bucky watched over her, his heart heavy with worry and regret, he vowed to do whatever it took to bring her back to him, to keep her safe from harm for all eternity.

For in that moment, Bucky realized that he couldn't bear to lose her – not now, not ever. She was his rock, his anchor in a world of uncertainty and pain. And as he held her hand tightly in his own, he prayed with all his heart that she would find her way back to him, to the love and light that had always guided them through the darkness.

The soft hum of machines filled the air as y/n stirred awake, her senses slowly coming back to her. She blinked, disoriented at first, until her gaze fell upon Bucky, who was sleeping soundly in the chair beside her bed. His hands were clasped tightly around hers, his face peaceful in slumber, but she couldn't help but notice the tear stains on his cheeks, the dark circles under his eyes, the worry lines etched into his forehead.

"How long has it been since?" she wondered to herself, her heart aching at the sight of Bucky's exhausted form. She carefully sat up, trying not to disturb him as she lovingly examined his sleeping face. She couldn't help but smile as she gently ran her fingers through his hair, the soft strands slipping through her fingertips.

Bucky groaned as his sleep was interrupted, muttering something about Sam needs to leave him be; before he abruptly sat up, his eyes wide with disbelief. "Hi there," y/n greeted softly, her eyes sparkling with affection as she watched Bucky's reaction.

For a moment, Bucky seemed unable to comprehend that she was finally awake. His eyes widened in disbelief, his mouth slightly agape. But then the realization hit him, and he threw himself at her, wrapping her in a tight embrace as if she were the most precious thing in the world .Despite the pain that shot through her body, she managed to let out a soft chuckle, returning his embrace with equal fervor. The warmth of his embrace chased away the lingering chill of unconsciousness, and for a moment, everything felt right.

"y/n..." Bucky breathed into her neck, his voice trembling with emotion. She hummed in response, her heart swelling for him. "Hmmm?"

Not wanting to let go of her, Bucky called her name once again, his voice wavering with uncertainty. "y/n-..." She paused, her lips curving into a tender smile as she whispered in his ear, "Yes, Bucky?"

Bucky tightened his grip, his breath hitching in his throat as he buried his face in her shoulder. y/n gently rubbed his back, her touch soothing and comforting as she reassured him, "I'm here, sweetheart." The scent of her hair, the feel of her warmth against him—it all felt overwhelming. Emotions churned inside him like a tempest. Relief, guilt, love, and fear battled for dominance, leaving him raw and exposed.

She gently rubbed his back, her touch soothing and comforting as she reassured him, "Bucky, I'm not going anywhere.

Bucky's mind raced, images of the past few weeks flashing before his eyes. He remembered the coldness with which he'd treated her, the cruel words that had slipped from his lips, fueled by Jen's poison. He thought of the sleepless nights, the nightmares that had gripped him, and the aching void he'd felt every time he saw y/n’s hurt expression.

"I'm so sorry," he whispered, his voice muffled against her shoulder. "For everything. For not believing you. For pushing you away."

Reluctantly, she pulled away, but not before wiping the tears from Bucky's cheeks and fighting the urge to place a tender kiss on his forehead. As she looked into his eyes, she could see the depth of his love and the pain he had endured for her sake. And in that moment, she knew that she had found her home in his arms. Bucky took her hands in his own, his eyes closed as he pressed a kiss to her wounded wrists. "This will never happen again. Ever," he vowed, his voice filled with determination.

Moved by his words, y/n felt her heart flutter with emotion. She realized in that moment that she could never stay angry at him, no matter what had transpired between them. She understood now that they were both at fault, both victims of circumstance and misunderstanding.

With a surge of courage, she reached out and pulled Bucky into a kiss. Her lips met his in a slow, passionate embrace, pouring all of her love and forgiveness into the tender gesture. It was a moment of connection, of healing, of reaffirming their bond despite the trials they had faced.

The taste of Bucky's lips was like a soothing salve to her soul; it was intoxicating. It felt as if the world had fallen away, leaving only the two of them entwined in each other's arms. When they finally broke apart, Bucky whispered those three words that y/n had longed to hear, "I love you."

Her heart soared with joy, and she couldn't help but tease him, "Took you long enough." her teasing words met with a cheeky grin from Bucky.  "I love you too, Bucky" she blinked slowly. As he whispered softly under his breath, "Come here," he pulled her back into the kiss, their lips meeting in a tender embrace that spoke volumes of their unspoken love. And in that moment, amidst the chaos and uncertainty of their world, they found solace in each other's arms, knowing that together, they could weather any storm.

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A/N: I just needed to let this out lmao. It's been stuck in my head for several weeks. Thank you for spending your time reading this crap... honestly. Love you so much 🤍