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nataliedanovelist · 3 years ago

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GF - Timestuck AU: The Power of Mabel ch.2

While fighting over a time machine so one twin can win a pig or the other can win the heart of a girl, Mabel is left stranded in a snowy forest with no time machine and no brother. Oops.

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ch.1 - ch.3

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Ford was way more nervous than he was letting on.

She had long, pretty brown hair, braces over her teeth, sneakers, a skirt, and a sweater that allowed the cold air to pass through it. Her cheeks were slightly chubby with youth and nosy, as well as her nose, due to the freezing weather. Her eyes matched her hair perfectly, and though they were clouded with fear and confusion, Ford swore he could see sparkling behind the clouds, sparkling that made itself well-known when she asked if she could make him a sweater or when she saw his hands.

Ford would be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy Mabel’s company, but she was practically a stranger, and keeping a random girl in his house that was located in the middle of the woods was fishy and Ford couldn’t help but feel like it was illegal. But he couldn’t leave her out in the snow and send her on her way to find her home and family, so he decided to keep her warm or healthy, simply because it was the right thing to do.

But then she said she had no parents to call. Only a brother, who was lost, too. Ford can remember the old rule: If you’re lost, stay where you are until you are found. So he then decided that she could stay here until her brother found her, which should be by morning at the latest.

Still, he felt uneasy, so once Mabel was settled in front of the TV, Ford excused himself and went into the kitchen to make a phone call. There was only one man who would have better judgement in this situation than him.

The phone rang a few times. Ford checked his watch to make sure it was a reasonable time to call. It wasn’t Sunday, was it? But then the ringing stopped. “Howdy! This here Fiddleford McGucket.”

“Hey there, buddy.” Ford smiled to himself at hearing that cheerful voice. “How have you been?”

“Stanford Pines! Good t’hear from ya!” Fiddleford cheered. “M’just fine, just fine! How are ya?! Ya haven’t gotten eaten by monsters yet, have ya?” He laughed, making his old friend chuckle along.

“No no, I’m alright.” Ford almost brought up the reason he called, but then he remembered something very important to Fiddleford. “How are Emma-May and Tater?”

“OH! They’re doin’ great! We’re all very happy n’ doin’ well! Ya won’t believe how big Tate’s gotten since ya last saw him! He’s already crawlin’!”

“Wow, that's great to hear.” Ford sat in a chair at the kitchen table. “Has he said his first words yet?”

“No, not quite. Actually, he’s extremely quiet. Not a lot of baby-babble.” Fiddleford chuckled. “The doctor says that’s perfectly normal. Tate’s so smart, he’s reachin’ for specific colors n’ such, n’ ya can tell he’s thinkin’ a lot n’ knows what’s goin’ on, he just got nothin’ t’say.”

“I was very shy when I was young.” Ford commented casually. He didn't feel like mentioning why. “If Tate is anything like either of his parents he’s very intelligent.”

“Oh, he’s so much like both of us it’s scary. Ya know Emma-May, so clever n’ quiet n’ such. Tate’s got all that. But he already looks so much like me! But he’s got his mama’s hair! N’ Santy Claus brought ‘im this fun little fishin’ game where ya fish for plastic fish with a pole with a magnet on it, n’ he loves it! I can’t wait to take ‘im fishin’ when he’s big enough! Ya really outta give yourself a break n’ come down for a visit, he’d move to see his Uncle Ford again.”

Ford’s face felt hot. “Perhaps. Spring is when a lot of anomalies are active and breeding, so i would prefer not to miss that, but maybe I could visit for a weekend before that…”

“Well, no pressure, I won’t assume anythang until ya tell me to, just know there’s always a bed for ya here.”

“Thank you, Fiddleford. The same for you and your family. The clean air will do everyone some good.”

“Oh, I’m sure.” Fiddleford sighed happily and perked up. “So! Whatcha callin’ for? Not that I’m not happy just t’chat, but ya never call.”

Ford laughed and shrugged to himself. “I suppose I don’t. I’m sorry.”

“No need t’be sorry, Stanford, just wanna know what’s up.”

“Well, I was hoping to get your advice on something.”

“Shoot.”

“Um… well…” Ford rubbed the back of his neck, unsure how to tell him this. “I heard some unusual sounds outside today…”

“What kind of unusual sounds?”

“Cracks, like lightning. And some faint yelling.” Ford answered. “I thought it might be a tree branch or a new anomaly to catalogue, but when I opened the door a young girl was standing there in the snow with no coat.”

“Heavens! Is she alright?!”

“She’s okay, no frostbite. She was cold, but after sitting by the fire, drinking some hot chocolate, and changing into some dry clothes, she’s okay now.”

“Well, good.”

“So of course I brought her in. I tried to call her parents, she probably got lost playing…”

“Sure.”

“... but she says she doesn’t have any parents.”

“Oh.” Fiddleford sighed. “Oh. Now, wait, are ya sure she didn’t just say that so ya wouldn’t call?”

Ford chuckled and said, “I first thought that too, but she looked too sad to be lying.”

“Okay, I see. Does she got somebody ya can call?”

“She says she has a brother, but he was out there, too. So he is probably out there looking for her and therefore nowhere near a phone.”

“Fair enough, okay. So, I reckon y’all are waitin’ for him t’come ‘round.”

“Yup.”

“Well sounds to me like you’ve handled this all pretty well.” Fiddleford said confidently.

“You think so?” Ford asked. “I can’t help but feel like I’m doing something wrong. Like I’m missing something. Am I doing something wrong?”

“Nonsense, buddy, you’re doin’ great.” Fiddleford assured. “Look here, ya can’t just leave a young gurl out in the snow t’try t’find her way home...”

“I agree.”

“... so ya really got one option n’ that’s t’keep an eye on her n’ let her in as a guest. N’ ya tried t’call, but nothin’. The best thang ya can do right now is be there for this lil’lady n’ just be kind t’her. N’ if nobody comes for her by mornin’, why don’t ya go into town n’ see if anybody knows her, then they can help y’all out.”

Ford nodded, then remembered that his best friend couldn’t see it, so he said, “Yeah, that sounds like a good plan. Thank you, Fiddleford.”

“You’re welcome. N’ hey, are ya okay?” He asked seriously.

“Yes, yes I’m okay. I just want to make sure I do this right.”

“O’course. I understand. Ya want me t’come down there n’ give a hand?”

“No, that’s not necessary. I’m sure Mabel will find her brother in the morning.”

“Mabel, huh? Well, if y’all don’t, please call me. N’ even if ya do find her brother, call me. Keep me updated.”

“I will. Thank you, Fiddleford.”

“Anytime, Stanford.”

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When Mr. Ford gave Mabel the remote for the old TV and went into the kitchen, she decided to use her awesome detective skills to figure out what year it was. If it was before Grunkle Stan lived here and opened the Mystery Shack, she must be pretty far back in time. But she had no way of knowing if it was 1999 or 2005 or the 50s.

The TV was old, but so was Grunkle Stan’s in her time. So Mr. Ford could have had this TV for a long time and didn’t want to replace it.

Okay, so when was the TV made? Mabel didn’t know. Dipper would have known.

Okay, Grunkle Stan mentioned watching TV when he was a kid once or twice. So at least Mabel was when Stan was a kid, okay.

Mabel turned the TV on and it was in color. Okay, so she wasn’t too far back in time. But the TV was playing a commercial for clear skin. The picture was gritty and all the people in it had puffy hair and long socks and oh my god was that woman wearing legwarmers?! Mabel grinned at seeing her favorite fashion on TV, but then her face dropped. When was she?

She tapped her chin and tried to think of how to know the date without being suspicious. She could ask Mr. Ford, but that might be suspicious. Mabel decided to start flicking through channels to try to guess what year she was in based on what was airing. A lot of shows were about cowboys, space, or game shows. Huh. Okay.

All the TV shows were definitely older. Nothing her dad would watch from when he was a kid, so if Mabel had to guess by everyone’s crazy air, the cheesy TV shows, and the music occasionally playing, she was in the 70s.

Huh. Okay. But she needed an exact year. So Mabel turned off the TV, saw an old radio on a desk, and turned it on to listen.

“... cuz it’s cold doesn’t mean you can't boogie, folks! So grab someone you wanna get warm with, turn up the music, and get your bodies warm in the coolest way possible! Here’s Night Fever, by the Bee Gees!”

Mabel grinned at the disco music. Her personal favorite song from these guys was More Than a Woman, but Night Fever would do. For a moment Mabel forgot her mission, jumped off the couch and left the blanket behind, and in the over-sized gray t-shirt Mr. Ford gave her while her clothes were drying, she danced along to the music, singing the chorus since those were the only words she knew.

“When you reach out for me. Yeah, and the feelin' is right,

Then I get night fever, night fever. We know how to do it! Gimme that night fever, night fever. We know how to show it!”

Mabel laughed at herself as she spun around in her socks and tried to do the point-and-hype dance she didn’t know the name to, but everyone did it when a disco song played.

Little did she know that Ford had returned to check on her, and was smiling at her as she shook her hips and waved her hair around and had fun. He leaned against the doorway and planned to let her dance in peace, but when she did a spin and saw him, she grinned and took his hand. “C’mon, Mr. Ford, come dance with me!”

Ford chuckled and shook his head. “No, no! I can’t dance!”

“You got two legs that aren’t broken?”

“Yes.”

“Then you can dance! C’mon!” Mabel encouraged, let him go when they were both in the middle of the room, and she started to dance again. “Don’t make me dance alone!” She even pulled an evil move and gave him puppy eyes. Rude.

Ford smiled slyly at her and hesitantly copied her boogie moves. It was true that Ford never liked to dance, but there was no one around but Mabel, and though he had only known her for an hour or more, he was sure she would never make fun of him.

And he was right.

“Wow! Look at you, Mr. I-Can’t-Dance! Yeah!” Mabel hopped on the couch, standing, and took Ford’s hand. “Here, I’ll spin you!”

Ford laughed and allowed it, doing a single spin, but then scooping her in his arms to dip her and then let her down, making her laugh as they continued to dance.

“Alright alright, you crazy cats, that was Night Fever by the Bee Gees! It's a snowy day here in the heart of Oregon, with snow flurries coming in harder all night, but it should clear up by morning and be a fun day to go out and play! The date is January 26th, 1978 in case you gotta write a check or mail a thank you note to a friend or family member. I’m still writing letters for Christmas! We’ll be right back with some of your favorites after a word or two from our sponsors, so don’t go anywhere!”

Mabel stared at the radio. “Wow, 1978.” She breathed. Her parents were only kids right now, maybe only six or seven-years-old. Wow.

Ford chuckled. “I know, I’m still in the bad habit of writing ‘77.”

Mabel realized her mistake, but was grateful her host misunderstood her. “Me too.”

“Well, I don’t know about you, but I’m ready for dinner. How about some ramen noodles?”

“Yes, please! Can we play a game after we eat?”

“Sure. I don’t have many board games, but I do have a deck of cards.”

“Do you know any card tricks?!”

“A few.” Ford admitted, wiggling his fingers. “There are some advantages to having more fingers than average.”

Mabel grinned up at him and followed him to the kitchen for dinner.

#GF #fanfiction #gravity falls #gravity falls au #timestuck au #ford and mabel bonding #Fiddleford McGucket #dancing #night fever #snow day

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novamirmirsblog · 3 years ago

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Favourite crime pt 2

Natasha Romanoff x reader

Word Count: 2936

Genre: angsty fluff? or fluffy angst 👀

Request: yes

Warnings: swearing, mentions of cheating, slight coercion into sex (it doesn't happen tho)

Part 1 is here

A/n: The long awaited part two is officially here. I had lots of people who wanted the reader to move on, people who wanted them to get back together and people who wanted both. Thank you everyone for your INDECISIVENESS (kidding. ily). Also Emma was a randomly generated name - I'm sorry :3

Did I write this fic instead of sleeping? Yes. I have no regrets.

It had been a year since you moved back home. The seasons had come and gone and with that, so had your thoughts of Natasha. The same could not be said for the assassin. She had spent a blissful 3 months with Bruce before he had dropped off the face of the Earth and she was missing you. By the 5th month, she had stopped moping about and tried to find you. She searched everywhere but your town was large and unfamiliar and you didn’t want to be found.

Natasha both regretted what she had said and didn't. She regretted it because she realised just how much she adored you once she saw all the areas Bruce fell short in. You knew her better than she sometimes knew herself. You knew when to back off and when to put pressure on. You knew when she needed control and when you needed to take control. You knew when she wanted ice cream or when she wanted brownies. Bruce didn't. However, a part of her didn't regret those nasty things she said because she really didn't deserve you. You were everything she wasn’t, and she didn't know how to measure up to you.

She never voiced these concerns and so they festered and grew until she believed the only way out was to cheat. She knew that was the only thing that could drive you away. Natasha had told you all about her past, how she believed the Red Room had stripped her of her humanity – of her choice whether to become a mother. She knew there were other ways to have children - of course there were, but she hated the fact they had taken that option from her.

You were not like Natasha. You voiced your concerns which is why she knew exactly what to say and do to get you to hate her. Your previous boyfriend had cheated on you with your once best friend. You had watched as your father cheated on your mother and how that made her a hollow shell for a while, her never understanding why the man she loved could hurt her in that way. Supposedly, everyone models their future relationships on what their parents’ relationship looked like. Perhaps that’s why you kept choosing the cheaters. You were content with where you were. You had a forest, a busy town, and a beach all within a 15-mile radius of your house. You were far enough from civilisation that you could forget about reality for a while but close enough to occasionally dip back in whenever you wanted to.

You had kept in contact with Tony and Pepper, congratulating them on the arrival of Morgan and insisting that they should visit. You also continued to occasionally talk to Wanda when Carol was off world. Carol was overjoyed when she found out you had started dating someone new.

You had met Emma when you were taking a dip back into reality at the local supermarket. Her blonde hair vaguely reminded you of a woman you used to know, and you guessed that’s why you felt drawn to her. It wasn’t the electrical crackle that stole your breath away like your first meeting with Natasha, but it was something. Emma could occasionally be a little controlling, but you guessed that’s what normal relationships were like. She didn’t like you going to bars or pubs anymore and you certainly weren’t allowed in any clubs. You didn’t mind it too much as you hardly minded giving up a few nights out if it meant you could have something that resembled normalcy.

“Who’s that?” Emma asked, your face illuminated from your phone as the ding rang out.

“A friend. He’s bringing his wife and new baby over tomorrow and was reminding me to baby-proof the house.” You smiled lightly as you texted Tony back. You hadn’t mentioned to Emma that you were an ex-avenger, but it just kept slipping your mind.

“Why didn’t you tell me? Who is he? Where will he be staying?”

“I just forgot. Sorry. He’ll be staying here.”

“But you only have a single bed.”

“Yeah. I was planning to sleep on that and Tony, Pepper and the baby can stay in my room.”

“You mean our room.”

You said nothing, too engrossed in arguing with Tony about how under no circumstances will there be any celery in your house. Apparently, that was the wrong thing to do.

“Our room, right Y/n?”

“Um yeah.” You wave her off was apparently your second mistake, but you didn’t multi-task too well and so half answers were all you were good for while texting.

“I have been your girlfriend for 3 months Y/n. The least you could do is answer me properly and tell me what’s going on in your life.” She huffed, pushing your feet from her lap, and turning to face away from you, all of which you missed. You really weren’t having that evil green vegetable in your house.

“Seriously, what is even so important that you’re ignoring me right now!” Emma’s voice cut through the fog, and you looked at her with a blank expression. It was times like these that you really missed Na- No. You refused to go there. You didn’t miss her. You were over her.

“No celery.”

Emma threw her hands up in the air. “You seriously don’t see what’s wrong, do you?”

“No.” You tilted your head, confused at what your girlfriend was talking about.

“Well, I’m not just going to tell you! Jesus. You should know. I’ll see you tomorrow.” Emma stood up in a huff, making a lot of noise while getting ready to leave.

“Okay – bye” Your attention was bought back to the phone when Tony sent you a cute video of Morgan crawling about, probably as a bribe to get you to buy celery. You stood, watching the video a few times before you shut off your phone, finally getting around to babyproofing your house.

~~~~~

Babyproofing a house was a lot more work than you originally thought. You had spent most the night picking sharp objects up from baby-height areas and making sure you hadn’t left any weapons about. All the guns taped under tables had to be relocated and you found enough change to set you up for retirement. You just hoped and prayed there were no small beads for Morgan to choke on. You didn’t even get around to putting soft corners on the edges of tables and counter tops, but you told yourself that it was survival of the fittest at that point. The whole endeavour had taken most the night which is how you found yourself with only an hour till Tony, Pepper and Morgan arrived.

There was a knock on the door, and you saw that you were 15 minutes late. Luckily your girlfriend had arrived half an hour before so you figured she could let them in. You shouted down, telling her to get the door as you finished putting on your socks.

“Hiya baby!” You cooed at Morgan babbling in Pepper’s arms, watching as her chubby hands reached for your hair, grabbing on with a crazy amount of strength. “Oh my god you’re strong. Pep, are you sure she’s Tony’s? I’m pretty sure she’s as strong as Thor.” You laughed, looking over at Tony. Your face dropped into careful neutrality as you saw the redhead standing behind him.

“Of course she’s mine doofus. We had multiple paternity tests.” Tony winked.

You didn’t know what to do. You weren’t ready. Your throat went dry as you asked if anyone wanted any drinks, your girlfriend waving them into the living room. You prepared the drinks, and you felt a presence behind you, wrapping their arms around your waist, their head resting on your back. You hated it. You felt suffocated. You took a breath and handed half the drinks to Emma, opting to grab a wine glass and fill it with the wine you had been saving for a special occasion. It might not have been a special occasion, but you needed something strong to get though the next few hours and you knew this would do the job.

You made your way back into the living room and Tony gestured to Emma “I don’t think we’ve met yet.”

“I’m Emma.”

“Tony. This is Pepper, Morgan and Natasha.” Your heart dropped at the mention of her name, realising that she wasn’t some cruel hallucination but was in fact standing in your living room.

“Sorry. I forgot to introduce you all.” You smiled and took another large swig from your glass.

“Hey how come you’re the only one with alcohol?”

“Because you’re a parent now.” You rolled your eyes at Tony, feeling Natasha stare holes into your face.

“So I need it even more!” Pepper hit Tony as he said that, causing Morgan to laugh.

“Don’t worry about Y/n getting drunk, she can handle her alcohol pretty well.”

“We know.” Natasha finally spoke. Her voice bought back floods of memories and you realised you missed her voice – just the tiniest amount. “Who exactly are you to Y/n?” To anyone else, the question was flippant, like asking about the weather but you, Tony and Pepper could all hear the carefully laced venom within her words and while the question sounded like it was aimed at your girlfriend, you could tell she was speaking to you.

“Where’s Bruce this fine day?” You shot back, not letting Emma speak.

“My question first.” Natasha finally turned her gaze to focus on you.

“Why are you here?” You felt Emma’s arm slither possessively around your waist. Perhaps if it had been another day, you would have appreciated it but right now, you felt like you were drowning. She held you too tight, you couldn’t move.

“Ah.” Natasha wore a smug look on her face and yet her eyes flashed with hurt. You hated that she had found out information you weren’t willing to give.

“Why are you here Agent Romanoff.” You wanted- no needed her to answer you. You needed to know why she came to you. Then you looked at Tony. “Why would you bring her here?” Your voice was level, Morgan was pulling at your leg to get you to pick her up. You used that as an excuse to escape your girlfriend’s grip.

“We need you back.”

“So you bring your baby to try and bribe me back?” You ran a hand through your hair, lightly bouncing Morgan. “That I can understand but why bring her?” You waved at Natasha, feeling both her and Emma’s eyes bore into you.

“She’s part of the team too and you both need to get on.” Pepper said.

“You were in on this too?” Your throat felt tight. You couldn’t breathe properly.

“I’m sorry but who exactly are you?” Emma asked. Natasha scoffed at her, folding her arms, and rolling her eyes.

Everything was a little too loud and muffled. It felt as if you were underwater. The sun was too bright, and it made everything a little too hard to look at. You could see your furniture, but it wouldn’t stay in your brain long enough for you to fully register it. You placed Morgan on the sofa and took a deep breath, closing your eyes to focus. When you opened them again you looked straight at Natasha.

“I am not going to play nice with you. You broke me and now that I’m moving on you suddenly decide to show up? No. I don’t believe it. Why can’t you just let me be happy? Leave me alone. Besides, I thought I was a ‘fun little distraction’.” You spat at Natasha. You were tired of being the bigger person. She had hurt you and you wanted to watch her bleed. It’s why you leant over and kissed Emma harshly, why you let out a slight moan so Natasha could hear. It didn’t matter that it was completely fake because even though you knew you should feel satisfaction at Natasha’s hurt face, the twinge of sadness upset you more than you would have liked.

Natasha knew the kiss was forced. She knew it was, but it didn’t stop the knife digging deeper into her heart. You had moved on and she had to respect that. She had said some awful things to you, and you really did deserve someone much better than her. You stormed out of the house, saying that you were going for a walk, leaving your girlfriend to entertain your guests.

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It was dark by the time you got back. You saw Natasha on the sofa and ignored her as you walked straight to the guest bedroom. All you wanted to do was curl up and sleep this horrible day into the past but unfortunately for you, you had a girlfriend sitting on the bed.

“This bed isn’t big enough for-” Emma cut you off with a rough kiss. “Emma not now-”

“Yes now. I want to remind your ex what she’s missing.” Emma went back to kissing you and you wanted to cry. You didn’t like her possessiveness, didn’t like her jealousy. With Natasha that had been fun but with Emma, it made you feel afraid.

“Emma seriously.” You grabbed her wrist, not letting her reach into your underwear.

Emma huffed and stepped back. “What’s your problem?”

“I’m really tired. Can’t we just sleep?”

“It’s your ex, isn’t it? Why is she even here? I can’t believe you were going to just let her stay here and not tell me!”

“I didn’t know she was coming!” You were both stage whispering, conscious of the fact there was a baby that most likely didn’t sleep all that often.

“Then kick her out!”

You said nothing. You couldn’t just kick her out. That wouldn’t be fair.

“Oh my god you still love her. You still love her and she’s in love with someone else. Or she was. Ha.” Emma let out a bark of laughter. “That’s so fucking rich. You know what, crawl back to her but don’t come crying to me when she fucks you over again do you hear me?”

“Emma that’s not- I don’t love her anymore. I hate her. She ruined my life.”

“You truly hate her?” You nodded at her. “Supposedly, you can only truly hate someone if you loved them first. We’re done Y/n”

“Seriously?! What? Because I used to love Natasha? Because I don’t want to have sex with you? Grow up Emma. I’ve loved people before you and at this rate, I’ll love people after you too. I’m tired. I don’t have to have sex with you. You can’t make me.”

“I’m your girlfriend! You’re supposed to want to have sex with me!”

“Well not when I’ve had a long ass day!”

“Guys, I think you might wake Morgan.” You winced a little at the addition of Natasha. You knew this was going to end badly.

“This is my fucking house!” Emma said, not lowering her tone.

“Actually, it’s Y/n’s.” Natasha calmly stated. She really wasn’t going to rise to the bait.

Your girl- sorry- ex-girlfriend, fumed next to you. “You know what? Have her. She’s so screwed over from whatever you pulled that I don’t think she can love anyone ever again anyway.” Emma seethed, grabbing her shoes, and slamming the door on the way out. The sound of baby Morgan crying echoed through the house.

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine.” You ran your hand over your face, the exhaustion of the whole day catching up with you.

“No, it’s not. I betrayed your trust over the one thing I knew you couldn’t tolerate. I knew how hurtful cheating is to you and I did it anyway. I know it’s not an excuse, but I guess I just felt like you deserved someone more than me. Someone better.”

You said nothing. You were so so tired. You missed her and it ached, but you couldn’t forget what she had done. “I can’t trust you anymore.”

“I know but please let me try again. Bruce wasn’t worth it. He only made me realise how much I love you.” Tears were filling up Natasha’s beautiful eyes and you could see just how tired she looked.

“I missed you.” You whispered out, not wanting to break whatever was being formed

“I missed you too. So so much.”

“I can’t forgive you. Not yet, but…you can have one more chance Natasha. That’s it. You get one chance at my forgiveness.”

“Okay!” Natasha sniffled slightly “I promise I won’t mess this up.”

“I’m serious Natasha. One chance. I don’t play baseball. There are no three strikes.”

Natasha gingerly reached up to cup your face. “I won’t waste this.”

“Good because I never really stopped loving you and I’d hate to be a simp.”

“I think it’s a little too late for that dove.” Natasha let out a watery laugh.

“Excuse me?” You let out a fake gasp and wiped some of the tears from her cheeks.

“It’s okay, I’ll tell you a secret.” Natasha ushered you to lean closer and you did, she tucked a strand of hair behind your ear and whispered, “I’ve been whipped for you for as long as I can remember.”

You were looking forward to all the ways Natasha was going to make it up to you and hopefully, you’d get to give Bruce a good punch too. You both knew it was going to be a long road ahead but you both felt a little more ready for what lies next.

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beauvibaby · 4 years ago

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there won’t be anyone else — t.seguin

a/n: obviously my timeline isn’t going to be accurate, and I know he went back to Canada for a large portion of his recovery but this is what worked… should I do a part 2???

Part two here!

summary: tyler asks his best friend to stay with him and his daughter during his recovery

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“Y/N?” Tyler spoke nervously, you tore your eyes off of the six month old in your arms, she gurgled in complaint as she grabbed at your face, “what’s up?” You asked him, shushing his daughter as she kept pinching your face. He smiled at the sight of you two, “I have to have a couple of surgeries, big surgeries, and I’m going to need a lot of help with Willow.” He explained, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck, “do you think you could come stay with us for a while?” He finally asked, you nodded instantly, you’d known Tyler ever since he came to Dallas. Long before he ended up as a single father to little Willow. “Of course, Ty.” You assured him, “anything you guys need.” You added, giving him a soft smile as Willow reached for her daddy. “Hi baby girl.” He grinned, smothering her in kisses, “glad you finally wanted to come back to me.” He teased her, holding her above his head as she giggled, the sight alone melted your heart as she grabbed at his beard the second it was in reach. “When is the surgery?” You asked him, you were fortunate enough to run an online shop, so really, as long as you could bring your supplies to his house, which you knew he’d have no problem with, you’d be set.

“Next week,” he paused, glancing over at you, “in New York.” He rushed his words together. “New York?” You gasped, eyes going a little wide. “You don’t have to come!” He stated, “my mom is going to meet me there, and then she’ll fly with me back here.” He explained, “I’ll be gone for a little over a week, then I can rehab here.” He added, realizing he didn’t explain anything very well. “Are you sure you don’t want us there?” You asked, motioning to Willow who was happily laying on his chest, gurgling away, probably close to taking a nap since she just ate. “I do, I really do, but it’s not worth the hassle, she’ll be happier here.” Tyler sighed, resting his chin on top of her head. “I’ll send you a bunch of pictures and videos of her, promise.” You laughed softly, thinking of how crazy this recovery is going to be for him. “You’re going to do great.” You assured him, seeing the wheels turning in his head, “I’m sure of it, and I’ll do anything I can to help.” You murmured, running a hand through your hair as all he could do was muster up a smile.

***

Day 1.

Tyler’s mom FaceTimed you that night, once he was coherent enough to remember seeing his daughter. “Hi, Mrs. Seguin.” You spoke softly, Willow looking around with wide eyes on your lap, you flipped the camera to show her, “Tyler.” His mom mumbled, handing the phone over, he looked exhausted but the way his eyes lit up when he saw Willow, she’d just had a bath so she was only in a diaper, showing off her chunky little legs. “Hey, Willow, hi baby.” He spoke, she focused in on the phone, rapidly swatting at it as she recognized his face. You giggled, moving her around to be sitting more on your chest, her face next to yours. “Say hi.” You cooed to her, waving her hand for her, she bounced excitedly as he smiled at her.

Day 2.

He was a little grumpy that day, but tried not to show it as he got to see Willow via FaceTime again, you knew he was already tired of being unable to move.

Day 3.

You were talking to him encouragely as he walked for the first time in three days, Willow sleeping in her room, Tyler’s mom held the phone out in front of her. You knew it had to be hard for her as well, to see her son like this, all because he was playing the sport he loved. You took some time to talk to her as the nurses helped Tyler get back in bed.

He didn’t feel up to talking again that day so you were sure to send him photos and videos of Willow, she was finally sitting up on her own without falling over.

The next week went on like that until he was finally coming home, luckily it was right during Willow’s long afternoon nap, so you could help him get settled and get everything in order before his mother had to leave to catch a flight tonight.

***

“Hey, Tyler.” You smiled, opening the car door, greeting him brightly, he tried to mimic your eyes excitement, but you could tell it didn’t quite meet his eyes. “Hey.” He mumbled, letting out a soft groan as you helped him get out and onto his feet, he gave his mom a hard time about using the wheelchair, you could see the pain floating in her eyes, just overly worried that he would fall. “I’ve got him, Jackie.” You assured, walking directly beside him as he hobbled with his crutches, she nodded, grabbing the bags out of the car as you helped him get inside the house.

“Thank you.” He sighed, leaning into the couch cushion as you put a pillow under his leg. You just gave him a reassuring smile, his mom dropping the stuff by the entryway, “be easy on her, I know it’s hard for you, but imagine if you saw Willow like this.” You added in a whisper, understanding came across his face as he nodded, motioning for her to sit beside him, you let them have their moment as you grabbed his bags and brought them to the room he’d been staying in, on the first floor for now, until stairs weren’t a questionable decision.

You put the clothes in the laundry, and moved some stuff down to the guest room, humming softly as you did this stuff without question, just doing it to be helpful, not thinking of how much the small gesture would really mean to him.

After a while, you peeked in on Willow and she was still sleeping soundly with her arms above her head, you smiled, carefully shutting the door to the nursery and heading down the stairs with the monitor, Jackie had to get going if she was going to make it to the airport in time. So you both said your goodbyes, and you could tell it was hard for Tyler to let her leave like that, but what was he to do, she has a life to get on with as well.

“How has she been while I was gone?” Tyler asked, looking at Willow on the monitor, his heart clenching in his chest, wanting nothing more than to hold his baby girl again. “She was good, Ty.” You giggled, easing his nerves, he nodded, “thank you, so much, I know we just started the recovery process but you’ve already helped so much.” He explained, adjusting himself on the cushions, “you don’t have to keep thanking me, I’m happy to help, I love spending time with her, and you.” He smiled at your words, giving you the side eye as you turned away in embarrassment. You two had always been flirty, but once he came to you and said that was going to be a dad, he changed, he stopped going out, he spent his time at home, and it only made it easier for you to imagine a life with him. “We like spending time with you too.” He whispered, resting his hand on your knee right before Willow started to cry. You could tell he briefly forgot he couldn’t go get her as he went to sit up but then stopped himself. “Don’t worry, I’ll get her.” You hopped up, excited to see her when she finally got to see him for the first time in over a week, you took the stairs two at a time as you heard her crying get more intense.

As you picked her up, you completely forgot that Tyler had the monitor, and could hear and see you tending to her. “Oh my goodness.” You cooed, scooping her up, “your daddy is so excited to see you.” You grinned, kissing her chubby cheeks, making a brief face of disgust as you got a whiff of her diaper, “let’s get you cleaned up first.” You whispered, grabbing her a new outfit, this one having dealt with a small blowout. You quickly changed her and put her in her little jean shorts and a pink shirt, if it wasn’t for you, you were certain Tyler wouldn’t have anything girly for her to wear. He was watching the whole time as you took care of her like she was your own, his heart swelling in his chest, he’d always had a thing for you, but as he saw you with his baby, it only made him fall harder. And he became determined to make you his by the time he was back to playing.

He turned the monitor off and shimmied himself to be sitting up more properly as you came down the stairs, “who is that, Willow?” You gasped, pointing towards Tyler, she began to bounce in your arms. “It’s daddy.” You grinned at her, walking over to him and allowing him to take her. He breathed out in relief, “I missed you so much, baby girl.” He groaned, hugging her tightly, she pushed on him so she could lean back and look at him, she looked at him with a completely serious face before trying to bite his nose. He broke into a fit of laughter as he moved her away from his face, “that’s not nice princess.” He joked, tickling her sides, she giggled swinging her little legs as he lifted her up. “I swear she grew in a week.” He mumbled, sitting her on his good side, she sat on the couch, chewing on her hands and getting drool everywhere. “And she sits now.” He groaned, dramatically resting his head in the couch, she mimicked him and fell into the cushion. “Crazy girl.” You commented, taking the chance while she was distracted to tie up the top part of her hair, she definitely had his hair and all it did was fall in her eyes. Tyler smirked at you, you rolled your eyes at him, “now she looks like a real little princess.” You quipped to him, he faked a gasp, dramatically hoisting her into his chest. “How dare Y/N say that about my princess.”

It was a lot of extra work, and mess, but you brought her jar of food and bib to the couch so Tyler could feed her, knowing it was one of his favorite times with her as she was so smiley. “Have you ever tried this?” Tyler asked curiously as you sat beside him with her in your lap, she happily ate the spoonful of puréed apples, peas and beets. “Baby food?” You asked with a laugh, he nodded, pushing some more into her gummy smile, she gnawed on the spoon as he tried to take it away. “No, I haven’t.” You answered as you contained your laughter, “I tried it once, I figured it couldn’t be so bad, and it was even worse than bad.” He explained, carefully prying the spoon from her hands, she pouted at him, about to cry until he gave her the last bite and let her chew on the soft rubber spoon. “I’m sure it was.” You snickered, lightly wiping around her mouth, “when’s that first tooth gonna come in? Hmm.” He spoke to her, rubbing her little tummy as she burped, he smiled at her, the love he had for her was something only a father and daughter could share, and it was beautiful as you could see the concern on his face as she began to whimper. You let him take her as you went to get rid of the jar and spoon, coming back with her bottle.

“I just changed her, so she should be good for a while after this, is it alright if I go get some work done?” You asked him, he easily nodded as he laid her back on his chest, holding the bottle up to her lips as she eagerly started sucking on it. “Yeah, of course.” He spoke, not hearing you had already started walking away once he nodded, he smiled as you were tying your hair up sloppily while you walked, something you’d always done when you were getting focused on a project.

He turned on the golf channel, sinking into the couch with Willow as she fell asleep once her bottle was empty, he laid her down in the cushion beside him, boxing her in with a rolled up blanket and leaving his hand resting on her as he himself fell asleep.

***

Tyler had been home for a couple of weeks, physical therapy had been stepping up a lot, which meant he was incredibly sore by the time he got home, and incredibly stubborn. He figured, if he could do it just fine with a doctor walking beside him, there was no reason he couldn’t walk ten feet into the bathroom. Well, he quickly found out he was wrong as he stumbled from a pain in his hip and ended up on his knees, cursing as he couldn’t push himself up. You heard him fall, then the sounds of him cursing to himself and you shot up. “Tyler!” You called, rushing towards his room, he felt his cheeks flush with embarrassment as you rounded the corner. “Hey, hey, are you ok?” You gasped kneeling beside him. He shook his head, slumping against the wall in defeat, “what’s wrong?” You asked, looking over him, trying to make sure he didn’t pull any stitches, or injure himself again. “I just can’t get up.” He muttered, slamming his fist on the wall. “I’m a fucking professional athlete and I can’t stand up on my own!” He snapped, he thought you’d move away at the tone of his voice, but you didn’t, you only moved closer, wrapping your arms around him in a hug. “I know, Ty. It’s going to be ok.” You whispered, his breathing was ragged as he finally gave in and hugged you back. He calmed down as you just stayed there, letting him hug you as tight as he needed, you pushed his curly mop of hair back once he completely calmed down. “You ready to get back up again?” You whispered, he nodded watching you stand up and give him your hands. “Just push with your good leg, alright.” You gently reminded him, stepping a little sideways to give your feet some traction. “One, two, three.” You pulled on his hands as he slid up, his back against the wall steadying him, he planted both feet on the ground, you quickly grabbed his crutches.

“I’ll just wait until you’re back in bed.” You mumbled, taking a seat on the edge of the bed, he nodded, hobbling to the bathroom right outside the room. Your adrenaline high quickly crashed as you waited for him, and you found yourself laying flat on the bed as you waited.

Tyler came back into the room, stopping in the doorway as he saw you stretched out on half of the bed. A smile came over his face as you shifted in your sleep, burying half your face in the pillow, inhaling softly as you felt at peace. He didn’t wake you, he couldn’t bring himself too, so he carefully got into the opposite side of the bed, the thumping in his chest so loud he was certain you could feel it as you subconsciously rolled towards him, resting your hand on his chest as he threw the blanket over you.

Eventually, morning came, and when you woke up in the empty bed, the events of last night came rushing back and you leaped out of bed, not only was Willow crying from her room, but you didn’t see Tyler anywhere, you instantly became worried he’d fallen again and you’d slept right through it. “Y/N?” Tyler called as you went rushing past the kitchen looking for him. “Tyler!” You gasped in relief, placing a hand over your chest as you saw him pouring a cup of coffee. “I thought you fell again, oh my god, where did you sleep? Oh, the baby, let me get the baby!” You rambled heading for the stairs, he chuckled as he listened to you stomp up them, Willow’s crying soon stopping as you picked her up.

He was feeling a little better today, so he managed to get Willow’s morning bottle ready, and some toast for himself, settling himself at the table as you came down the steps. Your hair was tangled in itself, you didn’t have makeup on, and you were in oversized sweats and a tank top, but you’d never looked better to him as you giggled with his daughter on your hip.

You called his name as you walked into the kitchen, spotting him at the table, he didn’t answer, but his eyes were pointed in your direction, “Tyler?” You called again, snapping your fingers. He blinked, “what? Sorry.” Tyler muttered sheepishly, “did you want eggs?” You asked him, eyeing him suspiciously as you maneuvered Willow in your arms to give her her bottle. She happily started drinking it as you propped it up on your cheek, pulling the eggs out of the fridge. “Give her to me.” Tyler chuckled, making grabby hands for her as you struggled to balance everything, you happily gave her over, glancing back as he cooed down to her, whispering a good morning as he kissed her messy head of his hair, they looked so like in that moment, Tyler with his hair sticking all over the place, and Willow with hers pushed to the side from you, with a clip barely holding it back.

“I’m not sure if you’re up to it, or if you want to, but I was going to go to the pumpkin patch later today, if you and Willow want to come?” You offered, “I know you hate having to use that wheelchair but it would be so fun to see her next to all those giant pumpkins.” You raddled on, giving Tyler the chance to admire you, “yeah, that sounds fun.” He answered, smiling when you turned to face him excitedly, “I’m sure you have some cute outfit for her planned out too.” He rolled his eyes jokingly, and you nodded eagerly, of course you did, how could you not, it is her first fall season after all.

“Here ya go.” You mumbled, sliding a plate in front of him, he furrowed his eyebrows, “I never answered about the eggs.” He didn’t argue though, as he picked up his fork and took a bite. “I know, but you’re doing a lot today, you need them.” You giggled, offering a small piece to Willow, now nearly eight months old. She happily mushed it with her couple of teeth, smiling brightly at Tyler, he nodded reassuring her that she was doing good.

Finally you were loading up into the car to go out for a while, Willow dressed in the cutest outfit she had, something you’d bought before she was even born. The belle sleeve onesie just barely still fit her chunky frame, and the red overall skirt over top just made her look even more adorable, and of course, a matching red bow in her hair. Tyler jokingly didn’t approve of how short her skirt was as he took her from you once you arrived, she sat perched on his lap as you pushed the wheelchair down the isles, thankful for the wood boards they had put down as paths in the dirt, Willow was making noises at everything she saw, reaching out to touch the pumpkins every once in a while. “Let me get a picture of you two.” You stopped his chair next to a huge pile of pumpkins, and he stood Willow up on his lap as she grinned at you, it was by far one of your favorite photos of them so far.

An older couple was walking by and smiled at you, “would you like me to take a photo for you?” She asked, and before you could even process her words, Tyler was answering with a yes please. You felt the blood rush to your face as you approached him, he handed Willow to you, and you were about to stand beside him but he gently pulled you to sit on his good leg, you didn’t have time to react, you only smiled for the camera just like he was. “Oh, how beautiful.” The older woman cheered, handing the phone back over to you. “Thanks.” You mumbled, Willow hiding her face in your neck, suddenly shy. You clicked on the picture, and you felt like your chest would explode, you looked like a family, but you weren’t. “Y/N?” Tyler called, you quickly shoved your phone in your pocket, “are you ready to go?” He asked, taking the baby back from you, confusion laced in his tone as he saw the look on your face. “Yeah, Uh, yeah let’s go.” You mumbled, pushing the chair towards the exit, he held in a sigh, trying to figure out what had caused your sudden mood change.

***

“It’s Christmas!” You heard Tyler cheer as he got Willow out of her crib, the nine month old clapping her hands out of his excitement. Tyler was on the upside now, his second surgery complete, and now rehabbing both, he was able to walk without his crutches, he had to go slow on the stairs, but the doctor encouraged him to keep working on them. In a few weeks he’s going to be skating for the first time in months, and you were terrified, meanwhile he was ecstatic, ready to feel like his normal self again. You smiled, keeping your eyes shut as your door opened, “it’s Christmas!” Tyler shouted, putting Willow on the bed and letting her crawl up to your head, mushing on your cheeks, you gasped lifting her up quickly, sending her into a fit of giggles in her reindeer pajamas. “Christmas? Your first one!” You spoke to her, Tyler smiled, sitting beside you. “Merry Christmas.” He whispered, handing you an envelope, he laughed as you put Willow down and quickly pushed yourself to be sitting against the headboard beside him. She made her little baby babble as she played with the bunched up blanket. “You didn’t have to get me anything.” You spoke softly, opening the envelope, revealing a gorgeous Christmas card. “Oh shush, just read it.” You could hear the nerves in his tone, you shot him a smile before letting your eyes run over the extensive writing he’d done.

“Y/N, you have been a godsend in mine and Willow’s life, there isn’t anyone else I would’ve trusted to leave her with during all of this, there isn’t anyone else I’d want to be helping me off the floor at three am. What I’m trying to get at is,

There isn’t anyone else. I don’t think there will be anyone else.

So, if you’d kindly accept my gift, dinner, without Willow, a date, that’s what I’d like to call it.

Love, Tyler.”

“What’s the matter, Seguin? Too afraid to ask me in person?” You quipped, he opened and closed his mouth searching for the right words to say, “is that a yes?” He finally asked, a hopeful look dancing in his eyes. “Of course it’s a yes. I’ve only been waiting months for you to ask.” You giggled, catching him off guard by pecking his lips, it isn’t like you two hadn’t shared kisses before, but it was normally in a drunken state. “Uh-huh.” He hummed pulling you back in for a proper kiss, Willow shrieked, startling you both. She was looking at you angrily, before snuggling up to her dad, as if saying you weren’t allowed near him. “Good job, princess, gotta protect daddy from mean ol’ Y/N.” He murmured to her, earning a glare from you, but as he broke into laughter, you couldn’t even keep up your charades. “Come on, it’s Christmas, she’s got presents to open.” You mumbled, kissing her chubby cheek, “presents!” He cheered, holding her up highly, she giggled as he lunged her back down.

The date had gone as good as you could’ve hoped,

not exactly how he’d planned, but still a great night, the sitter had cancelled, and the restaurant he wanted to take you too didn’t offer a pick up option, so you ended up eating pizza on the living room floor, watching Disney movies, per your request, and talking about everything and anything. And of course, there were lots of stolen kisses.

***

“It’s alright to be a little scared you know.” You reminded your now boyfriend, he was about to go on the ice for the first time in months, and the anxiety just hit him, what if’s repeating themselves in his head. Willow was fast asleep in the stroller, tired from her own activities this morning. “But–“ “No but, you’ve got this babe, you’ve been warming up to this for months, hell, you probably skate better than you walk.” You cut him off, giving him a short pep talk, you squealed in delight when he pulled you in for a quick kiss. You pulled away with a smile, “now, go show that ice whose boss.” You giggled, pecking him once more before patting his shoulder, you weren’t allowed to watch him rinkside, no distractions allowed, so you took Willow for a short walk, all the while she slept. You kept yourself busy, getting caught up with things on your phone as you waited for Tyler to call and say he was done.

Finally as you went back to get him, Willow was awake but grumpy, and hungry, so you kind of just rushed in with her on your hip. Also remembering you had some stuff to do for work today that was time sensitive, “how’d it go?” You asked as you bounced her in an attempt to get her to calm down. Tyler slung his bag over his shoulder, “it was great, rusty, but it felt good.” He explained shortly, sending your urgency, “I’ll put her in the car.” He offered, taking her from you, and instantly she calmed down, only making you feel worse. You knew it was common for her to go through phases, hell, she’d done this with Tyler where she wanted nothing to do with him for almost a whole month, you didn’t realize how bad it would hurt. He shot you an apologetic smile, “hey, just take a deep breath. You’re gonna get everything done on time.” He assured you.

***

New Years had come and gone, and Willow’s first birthday was quickly approaching, as were her first steps. Tyler was sad that they were going to be happening so soon, but at the same time he was beyond excited for her to be running around in no time.

She quickly grew out of the phase of only wanting Tyler, which both of you were grateful for, as he could see it eating away at you.

“Come on, come to dada.” You heard Tyler, you peeked your head around the wall, seeing him sitting on the floor arms reach away from Willow, she looked at him quizzically, reaching her arms out, she wobbled but didn’t fall. “Come on baby.” He encouraged her, she took one step, two, three, and he just kept sliding back until she couldn’t go any further. “Oh my god!” You and Tyler shouted at the same time, “shit,” he jumped now knowing you were behind him. “Hi.” You laughed, sitting beside him, “I think you officially have a walker on your hands.” You told him, pressing a kiss to his cheek. He furrowed his brows for a moment, he looked as if he was going to say something, but then decided against it. “Yeah I do.” He chuckled in agreement, setting her back on her feet and grinning as she did it again, and again, and again until she was too tired to do anymore and just plopped herself on your lap.

“Hi baby.” You mumbled, kissing her forehead, she sighed, nuzzling into your neck, instantly falling asleep. “She loves you.” Tyler mumbled, tucking your loose hair behind your hair, you bit your lip as you looked over at him. “I love you.” He breathed out, relief hitting him when you broke into a huge smile, “I love you, Ty.” You mumbled, he kissed you as good as he could with Willow curled up on your lap. “Let’s go put her to bed, yeah.” He laughed, taking her from you and disappearing to her room in record speed.

***

Tyler had his first morning skate today, finally getting back into a routine with the team, he was anxious as it was on a Saturday, thankfully no game today, but it was Willow’s birthday party. Of course, all planned by you, Tyler clueless on what to do for a one year old, all he knew is it had to be puppy themed, because those were her absolute favorite things.

“Woah.” Tyler stopped in his tracks, seeing the decorations you’d spread out around the house, his dogs happily laying with party hats on their heads. “Baby, this is awesome.” He chuckled as you came around the corner to greet him, “I know it is.” You laughed, welcoming the hug he offered you. “Thanks for doing all this for her.” He mumbled against your head, “of course.”

***

“Dada, dada, dada!” Willow shrieked running towards him, “Willow?” He gasped, his first game back resulting in a loss, but he scored and you couldn’t lie, it made you emotional. And he was all the clueless to you two being here, “surprise!” You grinned as he scooped her up, “you came?” He mumbled in shock, kissing his daughter before pulling you in with his other arm, “of course we came.” You whispered against his lips, smiling as he finally kissed you, “you did so amazing, babe, I’m so proud of you.” You cupped his jaw with one hand, “thank you.” Is all he could get out before Willow started to speak. She reached for you, “mama.” Your breathing hitched, and Tyler’s smile had grown. You looked to him, afraid to over step, “yes baby, that’s mama.” He assured her, “Tyler.” You cautioned, taking her as she kept reaching for you.

“Y/N, she’s just as much yours as she is mine, you’ve been here since she came home, you’ve taken care of her like a mother, and I don’t plan on letting you go anytime soon. So yes. You’re her mom.” His words brought tears to your eyes, he smiled softly wiping away the tears, kissing your forehead as Willow watched curiously, she kissed your cheek with a smile, having learned early on to be affectionate to people she liked. “Thank you baby,” you cooed to her, resting your head on top of hers. “Mama?” She hummed, smiling against you. “Yeah.” You agreed. “I love you.” Tyler sighed, snapping a picture of his girls, he said the words right before he snapped the picture, getting the most genuine smile from you. “I love you.”

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muffindaddystyles · 4 years ago

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𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏.

Where Harry's five years old bubba gets lost in a park while playing hide and seek. You help her to find her daddy.

Warning: Emotional and whole lot of fluff <3

Pastel tutu frock, a lil bucket hat and shoes that makes 'puch.' 'puch.' noises when she waddles with her adorable toddler gait chasing her father.

It's still early in the morning less people more relieved Harry that he could spent some affectionate time with his lovin' little girl of four out in the park, as a single father he dresses her with more fashion indulgment than any mother could.

Cheeky smug He's. Kinda proud of it.

They were playing hide and seek a bit far from their picnic basket ontop of checkered blanket along her toys. She came all the way from their home to car and car to park sitting on her daddy's shoulders.

"Dawwy! That's cheatin'." She stomped her dainty feet into sodden lush grass underneath and Harry grinned booping her button nose just like his's, "cheeky bugger." He watched her in amusement when she caught his slender finger with her chubby ones, pouting cutely at him.

"Kay. lovie' we're gonna play, again." He assured her raising his palms in air taking two steps back at once, "this time no cheatin', promise." She bobbed her head enthusiasticly running to hide behind the nearest largest oak tree as her daddy told her not to go too far from him ever.

Harry was rounding her from other side when too impatient she went to found Harry on other side, "daw'wy!?" Her flight of run like a dove in sky was startled when she found her tall, curly head daddy nowhere in sight.

She toddled further away even though Harry has instructed her never to leave a certain place no matter what, her daddy would find her at the same spot if something happens.

"Bubba? love bug'?" He frowned as his daughter who just hid behind the same bark vanished. Not getting anxious he strided back to their spot but she wasn't there.

She has come so far away in search of her daddy at first she told herself that "she's daddy's big girl." . "she would get back to him and he'd give her alot of kisses." But then she got scared seeing alot of people here and there. Her ending point of bravery was when some little pal hit her with soft ball.

The pool of tears bursted like rainfall from her soft warm eyes, staining her coral chunky cheeks and she rubbed her glossy eyelids with the back of her hand with series of hiccups making her vision more blurry.

You were sitting under a shade reading a copy of Little Women. Eyes flickering when you poked your tongue out to collect some moist on your finger to turn the paper, right then your eyes fell over the cutest fuzz of a lil girlie crying with painful fat tears waddling her way lost towards the pond and with a loud gasp you left everything running towards her before she was too close to it.

"Hey. hey kiddo." You reached at the mean time quickly scooping her up in your arms and she sobbed out loudly, "dawwy!" You stroked her hair as she snoggled her snotty nose and moist face in the crook of your neck.

"Honey are you lost?" You tried to calm her down by rubbing soothing circles at her back and she nodded with incoherent blabbering.

"Lemme me help you, yeah? Do you know your parent's names." You asked her politely taking her back to where you were sitting under the large tree and she pulled her face out murmuring a tiny, "yesh." You beamed at her giving her a thumbs up.

"You're doing so good, darlin'." You tucked her loose curls under her ear and she tells you her father's name, "Hawwy. S'tyles." She doesn't have her way with 's and t's.' sounds so it was 'yles.' coming from her mouth and you had to comprehend it yourself.

"Honey you know his number?" She counts on her fingers as Harry made her learn his phone number in case of any emergency like this but she's so anxious she forgot, silent tears again spilling out from her struggle. "Sh. sh. lovie'. S'okay, you're okay. you're safe with me." You cooes at her softly wiping her tears and kissing her cheeks gently rocking her on your knees.

"B-but. dawwy!" She hiccups badly and you made her sip water, feeling pitiful for the poor bub.

"Bubs we're gonna find your daddy, yeah? you and me together are a whole power puff team!" You again rock her cheerfully standing up with her on your hip. Taking the challenge on yourself to find her daddy in no less time.

On the other hand Harry was loosing his mind. He pulled at his hair anxiously, worry drowning him into deep. Scared for his bubba. She's so little im this huge park. Harry never lets her dodge from under his wings and now he's on verge of getting a panic attack. He should have never came to park. He went from one person to another showing his petal's picture to them hands trembling as he did so.

"Sh-she's fou'. Little pink hat, tutu frock. Chocolate c-curls in specific." He gesticulated voice wavering and with everyone denying he went absolute crazy.

Tears glistening in his eyes and he's feeling as if he'd stop breathing. Putting his hand over where his heart is he took long strides of the whole park which's too big and in the end he fell on his knees with a thud onto grass when he couldn't find his only life, the piece of his heart nowhere. Sobbing loudly that made him bent outwards.

They live near by so he quickly dialed gemma. When she heard him sobbing onto speaker she abruptly stood up scaring Anne too, "Harry what happened?" She asked worriedly.

"Harry talk to me." She tried in a calming voice and he stuttered even causing Gemma to lost her breath, "d-dovie. lost her gem. fuckin' lost her. Couldn't find her." She was quick to act not telling Anne and assuring her she would in their car ride.

Harry was falling into his mum's embrace when they rushed to security department where Harry's at as the cops assured him that they'll find his daughter safe and unharmed.

He whimpered soaking her shirt. Whole body shaking, "can't lost her mum, she's the only one I've." She tried to calm him getting rid of her own tears.

"S'been two hours I've been searching her like a mad man. I'll fuckin' die if somethin' happens to her." At this Anne scolded him as gemma hugged him reassuring him. "It's m'fault. All m'fault." His tears and emotions were all where and he blamed himself.

"Shit father. never gonna forgive myself." Anne sighed shakily stroking his head. She has never seen her son crippling to this edge.

"She's fine. We'll find her."

Your back sweaty as the sun shines on you mercilessly while you hurriedly walked with Dove on your hip, her head on your shoulder resting sadly while you fanned her continuously with the paper fan and you breathed hunching a little seeing that some security department's few steps away from you. But, it's the one opposite from where Harry and his family are.

You immediately went to first table not waiting for your breaths to get back to normal, "hi. This's Dove Styles. Four. Lost." You informed them and they made you sit at the bench.

She was getting all tired and limpy from the crying. So you took her in your lap tucking her head under your armpit, "daddy's soon gonna come okay dove darlin'? Then he's gonna collect you fuzz baby in his arms." You took out a box of juice from your backpack tapping the straw against her rosy lips and you took in her features thinking how beautiful her daddy must be to her be this cute.

Even though her daddy has sternly taught her never to accept things from strangers but the poor babe's so exhausted she did.

Some cop came cop telling you they've found her daddy that he's at the other security building but you shook your head stubbornly squeezing her near to your chest. Because well you don't trust anybody not even the cops, most importantly not when it's a child.

"Tell her daddy to come take his child from here." The cop grunts at you. "Annoying lady." but you ignored him checking on dove cleaning her hands that were sticky from her drinking juice like how toddlers do.

You were hot on your feet when three panicked figures came rushing inside Dove on your hip and you asked her, "is that your da—" but you were cut off from her yearning cry.

"Dawwy!" It was like sky and ground meeting as Dove latched into Harry's arms, he was too ripped to shreds and with a loud whimper he feel stingingly onto tiled floor firm grip around his dovie's neck, forearm wrapped around her little body protectively. He clutched onto her for dear life, sponging endless kisses to her visible skin.

"Thought I lost ye' bubba...really thought–" He said in between wet kisses his tears smudging her cheeks and the duo's reunion infront of you made you sentimental too. "Never scare daddy like this dove. m'heart stopped." She muttered a 'sowwy.' At his anxious rambling.

"Forgive me, dovie. Daddy's bad." She shook her head. The four year old's too soft from heart to know what emotions are scowling at her daddy with her chubby palms pushing into his cheeks, "no dada." You smiled at her when she glanced back at you.

"Y/n helped mew. She say we were power puff girls." You chuckled that she still remembers ruffling her hair, "see? Told ya daddy was gonna find you." Harry rubs his nose wiping his tears standing up.

"Thank you so much, can't thank you enough." You found his voice so mellow even after hoarseness, "s'okay. She's safe that all matters." Anne and gem nodded while talking to Dove in baby voices telling her how worried they all got.

You were walking outside while talking to Harry, "and thank ye' fo' not trusting anybody you know...and no' lettin' her go." You assured him shaking his hand.

"No problem." You leaned down a little kissing her cheek, "and dove honey never go near to ponds, yeah?" She said a lil 'okie." wrapping herself tight around her father.

"Oh my god, dovie?" He asked her horrid at what could happen taking her chin but you quickly rambled not wanting to make him feel more panicked and anxious.

"She was crying and in haze that's why, she's okay now Mr. Styles."

"I owe you y/n. And please just call me, Harry." You nodded sheepishly now. Muttering a what the hell you fool at yourself and gemma quipped.

"Yes. Please have lunch with us?"

"Pwease?" You laughed out aloud at dove's innocent pleading deciding to let your English class go and bobbing your head at which Harry grinned, "perfect."

#harry styles #harry styles blurb #cute harry #fluff #harry angst #harry smut #hsh #imagines #harry #angst with a happy ending

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koi-has-joy · 5 years ago

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My Chubby Little Bunny...

Tamaki Amajiki x Fem!Reader

Words: 1,749

Warnings: Smut, male dom, praise, affection, slight angst

It had been a long day for you both. He had been patrolling since early in the morning and you had been called into work on your day off. But that was the life you both signed up for and honestly you didn’t expect anything less.

Finally arriving home you saw Amajiki lounging on the couch in your shared apartment playing Slime Rancher. Noting his dripping hair and the way his clothes clung to his physique you were already becoming impatient. With the stealth of a panther you shifted between rooms without alerting your boyfriend of your presence. Swiftly you changed into the most comfortable and sexy pair of panties you owned as well as one of his hoodies and some baggy sweatpants. Glancing at the mirror in front of the bedroom door you fixed your glasses and tied your hair into a messy bun.

Walking across the hallway into the bathroom you then spent a little time washing your face, putting on perfume, brushing your teeth and cleaning your various piercings. After you were finished you decided it was time to go greet your lazy suneater.

Strolling into the living room where he was laying you chose not to say anything, but you did want to be close to him. Standing in front of the screen that he was so fixated on he paused his game and opened his arms. You found yourself between his arms and on his lap in an instant. When he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into him he began to rub your back. With a sigh of relaxation you spoke into his chest “Hi honey, how was your day?” You tried to sound as normal as possible.

“My day was alright. What’s wrong bunny?” His voice was like honey, sweet and smooth. Of course he noticed, he always does. Right then you wanted to cry, but for what reason?

“Today some hate mail came through the agency directed at me.”

“Oh baby, you know what they say isn’t true. They’re just trying to make you feel bad.” Hugging you tighter he spoke directly into your ear.

“That’s the thing Tama. I think this time they’re right. And I know I shouldn’t be bothered by something this juvenile, something this childish but- ” You were rambling and speaking too quickly for him to understand. So, with a sigh you slightly shook your head as you thought for a moment. “They said that I was too fat to be a pro hero.”

“W-well they don’t know shit, that’s why they aren’t pros themselves.” He tried to make you feel better but he knew you weren’t going to budge. Moving his large hands to cup your cheeks he turned your face to look at him. “You are not fat, period. You are all muscle and could probably kick anybody’s ass if you wanted.” That alone made you chuckle. Slightly lifting the weight of doubt from your heavy heart.

Looking at the ceiling to hide your reluctant smile from his previous comment. Tamaki seized the opportunity and started to kiss your neck, moving his hands to your hips to keep you in place. Light, feathery kisses that made your skin tingle, every now and then he would stop to suck or lick a particular spot.

“Tama that tickles!” Pushing lightly on his shoulders he leaned back, allowing you to look into his loving eyes once more. Glancing between his lips and his eyes you surged forward and captured his lips into a searing kiss. Unconsciously you rolled your hips against him, luring a deep moan from within his chest. Swiping your tongue against his bottom lip, he quickly returned the advancement by dominating your tongue. He’s normally not this demanding. As you were thinking to yourself Tamaki moved his hands to grip your ass. Breaking the kiss with a slight gasp you wrapped your legs around his torso as he stood and carried you into the bedroom.

Setting you gently on the bed he cupped your face and nuzzled his nose against yours before taking a step back to remove his shirt. Running his fingers through his indigo locks you thought to yourself once more. How did I get so lucky? Interrupting your thoughts of admiration he spoke more confidently than you ever thought possible. “O-okay, y/n. I’m going to show you h-how much I love my chubby little bunny.” With a smirk he pounced, his hands were on you massaging, squeezing and caressing all over.

A flood of heat rushed to your core as he desperately striped you of your sweatpants and discarded them to who knows where. Sucking in a deep breath as he noticed the lacy indigo colored panties that covered your heat. “Is this what you wanted Bunny? For me to s-show you how beautiful you are? Is that why you wore my favorite, Bunny?” He didn’t need a verbal response because you had covered your face with your forearms. Laying on your back you felt his hands slip beneath his your hoodie. “And no bra? What a s-slutty little bunny I have.” He took your pert nipples between each thumb and rolled it. A soft moan came from behind your arms causing Tamaki to do it again and again.

The slew of appreciative mumbles and moans gave Amajiki the confidence boost he needed to do as he wanted. Lifting your shirt he plunged beneath it, licking and kissing all around your stomach and up your chest. Taking a nipple into his mouth he grazed his teeth over the mound relishing in the way you arched off the bed and into his touch. Wrapping your arms around his head as he sucked on your breasts you were driving him crazy. A particularly harsh bite just above the swell of your breast caused you to yelp and bite your lip. Finally retreating from under your shirt Tamaki removed the remaining garments from you both.

“Tama, you’re too good to me.” You held his face and saw nothing more than pure, inclusive love. When he slid his hot member across your dripping slit you nearly choked on the breath that you were unconsciously holding.

“You’re wrong you k-know. You deserve everything and more baby.” Placing one hand on your hip, the other guiding his aching member to tease your hole. Collecting your juices more and more as he would insert the head only to immediately retreat. The amount of self control Tamaki was showing was insane, he wanted so badly to fuck you into oblivion. Until you forgot what was making you upset, until you could think only of him. Tired of his relentless teasing you pushed your hips down onto his length a little releasing a grunt from him. “I’m in charge here.” He flashed you a smirk before he completely sheathed himself inside of you.

“Ah-fuck, Tam-” he covered your mouth with his now free hand before he whispered into your ear.

“You’re fucking t-tight bunny.” He painstakingly pulled himself from within you. Clawing at his back as he slowly began to move, you were moaning against his large hand. “You take me so well. What a good little bunny.” Feeling a wet stripe against his palm he leaned back to look at you. Your eyes were begging him to go faster, to make you feel good. Unable to resist he withdrew once more before slamming his hips against yours. The sound of skin against skin filling your ears behind the symphony of grunts and praises from Tamaki.

Uncovering your mouth he used his hand to caress your body. Every curve, scar, stretch mark was acknowledged and praised. He loved every bit of you and that was clear. Through every passionate thrust, pant and mumble, Tamaki showed you just how much he appreciated you for who you are.

Wanton moans and feeble attempts at sentences permeated through him. Feeling the way you were clenching around him, Tamaki gripped your hips with both hands to hammer into your cunt with a newfound vigor. “Are you close Bunny?” He had found the soft spongy spot in your core and he continued his assault. “God, I can feel you drawing me deeper into you. Can you cum for me? Cum around my cock, please baby.” With sudden urgency he began to rub circles into your clit, freeing a scream of pleasure as he pushed you closer to your release. Capturing your lips with his, he swallowed your sounds reveling in the way he made you a mess for him. You tangled your hands into his hair to keep him devouring you.

His ministrations slowed as you came, guiding you through your high and softly coaxing you back to this moment. “Thank you for being such a good girl.” he punctuated each word with a grunt and a particularly rough thrust. Growling your name he too, reached his high as removed himself from your core and thick, white lines sputtered onto your stomach.

Taking in the sight of your blissful and relaxed face Tamaki stood and went into the bathroom only to come back with a glass of water and a warm towel. He cleaned you off first, taking extra care to make sure everything was gone, then he wiped himself. Stepping into the closet in the corner of the room he grabbed a very large blanket and headed back toward you. Wrapping the blanket around you, softly he picked you up and carried you back into the living room setting you down on one end of the couch. He retreated into the bedroom once more and came back with his underwear on and the glass of water in hand. Pressing the cold glass to your lips you sipped gently, with a hum Tamaki set the glass down in the kitchen before joining you in the living room.

Turning the TV on he put on your favorite romance movie and parted the blanket and your arms as he rested himself between them. He rested his face against your bare chest, wrapped his arms around you as best he could and lightly nuzzled into you. Closing your arms around him you were both snuggled warmly into the blanket and with a warm sigh you kissed the top of his head before drifting into a restful sleep.

Once he was sure you were asleep and snoring softly he breathed in your scent deeply as if it gave him courage and uttered “I love you y/n.”

#Tamaki Amajiki #bnha #mha #amajiki x reader #smut #praise #male dom #late nights with koi #suneater #suneater x reader #tamaki amajiki x reader #kFICS

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withcolebrock · 4 years ago

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Night Changes-Baby Brothers Part 2

Summary: Y/N and Colby’s daughter meet their twin sons.

Night Changes Masterlist

Part 1

Warnings: swearing, angst, pain, and yea

Word Count: 1,799

Author’s Note: This one is much shorter than the other one partly because I didn’t know what else to add and the cut off only made sense where it was at haha so yeppp also I forgot to mention in the first one, that the baby names are honestly just names that I really love and they seem wack to you then I don’t know man hahah. Also thank you @curlyhairedbrock for helping with baby names haha!! I hope you guys like it! This is my gif!!

He walked up towards the crib with the name, Aidan Samuel Brock. His lips curled up slightly as he looked over the small boy. He slowly reached down and picked up his son, “Hi,” he whispered as he walked over to one of the open rocking chairs in the nursery.

He cleared his throat as he began rocking back and forth, “I’m sure today’s been a pretty scary day for you,” he whispered, “It’s been pretty scary for me too. I’m sorry I didn’t come say hi until now. I guess I just needed some time to-I don’t know, talk to my mom. That’s why we need your momma to be okay, because you are going to look to her for all the answers. I mean, A, I’m pretty cool, but your mom,” he paused as he fought back a sob trying to leave his lips, “Well, she's everything,” he choked out.

“I just know that pretty soon we’ll all be together again, you, me, your mommy, and your brother, and Serenity. Oh you’re going to love her, she’s very excited to meet you and your brother. I hope you're excited to meet her because she is going to be such a great big sister to you and your brother,” he paused and took a glance towards Nia walking towards him.

He sits up straight, “Mr. Brock, your wife is back in her room. There were a few complications during the c-section, but she is doing well,” Colby shut his eyes slowly as he took in every word she said, “She will need to rest for a little while before you can see her,” she stopped for a moment as she smiled widely. Colby let out a long sigh of relief while he wiped his hand across his lips. His eyes began to well up with tears, he blinked rapidly fighting off the tears.

“Oh my god, thank you,” he cried out, his eyes widened, “What about the baby?” he asked, his voice cracking. She nodded her head as she turned her head towards the door.

“Here he is, now,” she waited for one of the nurses to wheel him over to him. The name tag writes, Leo Robert Brock. “I can take Aidan, if you want to say hi to your other little guy,” she offered, Colby nodded while a wide smile crept up to his face. He delicately handed Aidan over to Nia as he slowly shifted his attention towards his other son. “I’ll leave you two alone,”

Colby delicately picked him up as he walked over to the rocking chair, “Hey,” he whispered, “You scared me, little guy, you know that? I really thought I wasn’t going to get to meet you, and that would’ve crushed me. But look at you,” he chuckled softly, “You got your momma’s nose and chubby cheeks. Well, all babies have chubby cheeks, but you know what I’m getting at huh,”

~~~

Over the course of a few hours Colby had split his time between sitting with Y/N waiting for her to wake up and sitting with the twins for a while. He wanted to be with Y/N when she woke up but he also didn’t want to leave the babies alone for too long. He was sitting in the rocking chair holding Leo when Nia began walking towards him. “Mr. Brock, your wife is awake and she is asking for you,” Colby slowly stood up from the rocking chair with a small smile to his features. “I can take him for you,” she smiled as she reached out for Leo. Colby handed him over delicately as he began to head towards the hospital room.

Colby quickly turned into the room, shutting the door behind him, “Hey,” he whispered as he started heading towards her. She tilted her head to face him, a half smile evident to her lips. Her eyes blinked slowly as she watched him walk towards her. Colby pulled a chair closer to the bed as he quickly sat down, “How are you feeling?”

“I’m on a lot of drugs right now,” she rasped as she tilted her head up. Colby chuckled suddenly as he shook his head. He took a hold of her hand while leaning closer to her. “The babies?” Colby nodded and beamed.

“They’re good, really good. Aidan is so much bigger than Leo, it’s kinda crazy. They both have a really strong grip already and, Love, they look like you,” Colby explained excitedly.

“Nia said I can’t see them until I’m stronger,” she said sadly. Colby reached his hand over and ran his hand through her hair while slowly resting his hand on her cheek.

“You’ll see them soon, Love, I promise,” the smile slowly crept off his face as he looked over her paled features. He frowned as his eyes began to well up in tears. He began blinking rapidly trying to fight off the tears.

“Colby,” she whispered as she rested her hand on top of Colby’s. He ran his thumb along her cheek as he pressed his lips together.

“I thought I was going to lose you,” his voice broke.

“I’m not going anywhere,” she whispered, feeling tears begin to fill her eyes.

~few days later~

“Sam said that he is already at the house with Ren and Kat, so that’s all good, I’m going to run and go get the car,” Colby spoke as he rushed around the hospital room they’ve been staying in for a few days. He picked up the bags they brought as his eyes danced around the room desperately looking for something he was missing. “Do you need anything?” he asked as he dropped the bags near the hospital door. She shook her head while brushing a few pieces behind her ear.

Colby furrowed his eyebrows as he walked towards the bed. He knealed down and rested his hands onto her knees, “What’s wrong?” she shrugged her shoulders, “Y/N, tell me,” he spoke softly.

“I’m scared, Colby,” her voice broke as she spoke, “We are leaving with two little boys who look the same and I’m terrified I’m going to mix them up because those things can happen. And poor Renni is so excited but she’s going to be so disappointed when they can’t play dolls with her or that we can’t even play dolls with her. I’m so scared we are going to fuck this all up,” she wiped her eyes while she looked away from him. Colby jumped up and sat beside her wrapping his arm around her waist.

“Oh, Darling,” he pulled her body softly towards him, “It’s scary, I know but you are such an amazing mom. And I like to say I’m a pretty fucking awesome dad,” she chuckled lightly, “We can do this, and we are going to fuck up along the way but that’s just going to happen. My love, don’t stress, we got this,” he kissed the side of her head as she wiped her eye of another tear.

After about an hour of checking out of the hospital and leaving with the babies, they finally arrived at their house. “So good to be home,” Y/N smiled as she pulled the door open. Colby pulled one of the carseats out of the car as he placed it delicately on the ground while he walked to the other side of the car, taking the other carseat from the car.

“Love, if you want to just grab the bags? I got the boys,” Colby commented as he delicately lifted both of the carseats and headed towards the door leading into the house. Y/N headed towards the trunk. Colby pushed the door open, a loud jingle echoed through the house as he slowly walked through the halls. He peeks his head into the living room to see Sam, Kat, and Serenity sitting on the couch. A loud gasp leaves Serenity’s lips as she jumps from the couch.

“Daddy!” she yelled running towards him. He placed the car seat onto the floor as lightly as he could.

“Renni, be careful,” Colby laughed as he picked her up and held her around his waist, “Honey, I’m going to need you to be really careful for the next couple of days. The babies are really delicate, and they can get hurt easily,”

“I will, Daddy, where’s mommy?” she whined while pushing against his chest lightly.

“Renni, you gotta be careful with Mommy too. She’s in a lot of pain, just be gentle with her okay?” Serenity nodded several times while she looked behind Colby waiting for her mom. “Promise me,” he whispered while holding out his pinky. She quickly pinky promised him as she began squirming her body to get down.

“Mommy!” she yelled as she watched Y/N walk into the room. She ran towards her but quickly stopped herself. She slowly wrapped her arms around Y/N. Colby shook his head laughing. Sam walked over to Colby, a broad smile to his features.

“Congrats, Daddy,” Sam said while he placed his hand onto Colby’s shoulder. Colby pressed his lips together as he shook his head, hiding his laughter.

“You’re funny,” Colby said sarcastically, “Renni, go sit on the couch,” she listened as she walked towards the couch. He leaned down picking up Aidan, “So everyone, this is Aidan Samuel,” Colby said smiling towards Sam. Sam’s eyes widened as he smiled.

“Wait seriously?” Sam asked as he bit his lip nervously. Both Colby and Y/N nodded. “Well, what’s up little dude,” Sam gestured a fist bump towards Aidan. Colby carried Aidan over to the couch, he sat down beside Serenity.

“Do you want to hold, Leo?” Y/N asked towards Kat. She nodded excitedly.

“Ren, this is your baby brother,” Colby whispered as he leaned his body closer to Serenity.

“He’s little,” she said while examining him, Colby hummed as he looked over Serenity. Her eyes began to light up as she looked over her new family member. “Hi Aidan,” she whispered while she slowly touched his little chest. Colby watched in aw.

“Renni, come meet, Leo,” Y/N gestured towards Kat. Serenity slowly shifted her gaze towards Kat and Leo. She slid off of the couch and began walking towards Kat. Kat slowly sat down onto the floor while leaning her body towards Serenity.

“Hi Leo,” she whispered as she delicately reached her hand across his chest. “He’s little too,”

“You were small like them too, but they will grow big like you,” Y/N smiled as she leaned down and took a hold of the carseats. She walked out of the room taking the seats to the car.

“I like them, small,”

“Colby, they’re beautiful,” Kat commented as she looked over Leo.

“It’s all Y/N,”

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marvelslut16 · 5 years ago

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An Unexpected Encounter

Pairing Crowley x reader

Synopsis: Reader runs into her old hunting partners, the Winchesters, after not seeing them since they found out she was with Crowley years prior. The boys get a glimpse into life with a slightly domesticated Crowley.

Word count: 1560

Warnings: Swearing probably. Mentions of Hell, hell hounds, and demons. Angry Dean.

Author’s note: It’s my first Crowley imagine so let me know how I did! And, I chose George as a filler name to make the writing process easier, feel free to change it to whatever you would like while reading.

You walk out of the quaint little diner that you frequent once a week for breakfast, the warm spring weather surrounds you like a blanket. You breathe in deeply, enjoying the faint smell of rain that lingers in the air, and the fresh scent of blooming flowers. You bask in the sun's rays while you still can.

“(Y/N) is that you?” you here a deep voice that you know all too well coming from behind you. In the reflection from the diner’s picture window you can see your old hunting partners Sam and Dean advancing towards you. Your mouth dries and you take a gulp of air before turning to face the brothers. You put on your brightest smile, pushing the memories of the last time you saw them to the back of your mind.

“Sam, Dean,” you use your practiced fake voice. The one you use with Crowley’s demons when they annoy you and get out of hand. “What brings you boys to this little town?”

“Electric storms popping up, just wanted to make sure it wasn’t a demonic omen,” Sam looks down at you, his long hair blowing lightly in the breeze. “Why are you here then?”

“Just finished breakfast,” you use your thumb to point at the diner behind you. The diner that holds your new life, the one you know Sam and Dean won’t approve of.

“So you quit hunting?” Dean raises an eyebrow at you.

“Yeah I did,” you put on a real smile, images of yours and Crowley’s life in Hell flash before your eyes. “I guess I wanted that apple pie life too.”

“Good for you (Y/N),” Sam smiles down at you. “Honestly never thought you’d be the one to give the supernatural up.” You faintly smile and give him a small nod, what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.

“Well let us know if you see anything,” Dean says in his gruff voice, the one he uses when he’s on guard. It’s been four years and he doesn’t trust you anymore, a small part of you deflates. These boys were practically your brothers, and because of one fight they no longer trust you.

“This isn’t attack of the demons,” you roll your eyes at Dean, too annoyed to care about your attitude. “Believe me, I would know.”

“You still talk to Crowley or something?” Dean’s anger flashes in his eyes. He has no right to get angry at you all over again. This fight was the whole reason you left in the first place.

“Something like that,” you move your left hand from your side into the back pocket of your jeans as naturally as you can. Wanting to hide the over the top engagement ring and matching studded wedding band.

“He’s just using you (Y/N). He doesn’t care about you he never has!” Dean roars. You take a deep breath to keep from yelling back, you can’t do this here. Not now.

Before you can open your mouth to refute his claim, the bells connected to the diner door jingle, alerting that you three or no longer alone on the street. You tightly close your eyes as you hear the tiny footsteps running up to you, no way to avoid this now.

“Mommy!” your son squeezes your legs and hides behind them when he sees that you aren’t alone.

“Hi my little prince,” you scoop him up into your arms, wanting the security of him being close to you right now. You glance behind you and see that his father did not accompany him out the door, and you let out a little sigh. “Where’s Daddy?”

“He’s inside paying,” he hides his face in the crook of your neck, trying to hide away from the punishment. The light scent of sulfur and crayons surrounds you now. Sam and Dean are staring at you with wide eyes, you almost forgot there were there.

“We talked about this mister-” you use your mom voice on him.

“I know,” your son leans back so he can look into your eyes, chubby arms wrapping around your neck. “But I saw you right outside the window and I missed you.”

“I missed you too,” you chuckle fondly at your little boy, who has his father's black locks. “But you need to stay with one of us at all times.”

“Or someone could hurt me,” he finishes with a ridiculously large sigh coming from his tiny body. He definitely got his dramatic touch from his father. Sam clears his throat, reminding you that he and Dean are still there.

“Oh right! Sam, Dean this is my son, George,” you smile at the brothers. “George can you say hi?” He hides his face in your neck again in protest, you let out a little giggle. “Sorry about that, he can be a little shy when it comes to new people.”

“That’s okay George,” Sam smiles and lightly pinches George’s exposed cheek.

“Sam used to be shy too,” Dean adds, his eyes locked on your hand that's now rubbing soothing circles onto your son’s back. The sunlight bouncing off the many diamonds adorning your finger.

“George is pretty big,” Sam comments, noticing his brothers curious gaze.

“Yeah, he’s two and a half,” you grin down at the black mop of hair that’s in your eyesight. “I got engaged pretty quickly after I left, and married soon after. The pregnancy was a shock, we planned on waiting a little longer. But I wouldn’t change any of it.”

“So you moved on from that demon pretty quickly,” Dean gives you a triumphant smirk, he always hated your infatuation with Crowley.

“They do still talk,” Sam looks down at his brother. “So don’t get too cocky.”

The bells behind you jingle once again, your grip on George tightens a bit, hoping that Dean won’t start yelling when he sees Crowley. Crowley walks up to you, slinking his left arm around your waist, giving George a kiss on the head, before pecking your cheek. You look to the right and grin at your husband, your king.

“Moose, squirrel, always a pleasure to see you,” Crowley’s English accent drips with sarcasm.

“Those are people daddy,” George’s giggles are slightly muffled by your neck. “Not animals.”

“I know that my prince,” Crowley gives your son a genuine smile, sun glinting off his forehead ironically giving him the look of a halo. The king of Hell was quite the softy when it came to your little family. “Those were their nicknames when I worked with them years ago.”

George’s head flies out of the crook of your neck to whip around and face the brothers. “You knew my mommy and my daddy?” George asks, his little jaw dropping. “That’s crazy.”

“Yeah we did,” Sam gives him a soft smile while Dean’s anger seems to grow.

“The three of us worked together for years,” you gave George a small squeeze, Crowley’s arm tightens around your waist. “Your dad would help us occasionally. But after your father and I got together we realized that we wanted a family and we left. I actually haven’t seen Sam and Dean since then.”

“You’re still with him?” Dean asks, eyes shrinking into slits.

“Of course I am,” you scoff. “Hell, Sammy figured it out before Crowley ever walked out. I’m sure he knew as soon as I called George my prince.”

“You left us (Y/N)!” Dean seethes. “For that- that-”

“I was in love Dean! I still am,” you stare him down, jaw clenched tight. “And I would rather you not make a scene in front of my son.”

“No wonder you don’t want him away from either of you! He’s not-” Dean’s words are cut off when Crowley snaps. While no words come out, you can clearly make out the fact that he’s calling George not human and a monster.

You breathe in a sharp breath, fighting to hold back the tears that are rapidly rising. Dean was your best friend back in the day, the two of you were joined at the hip. But now he’s standing right in front of you insulting your son, your husband, your family.

“No one talks about my son like that!” Crowley’s voice rumbles, eyes briefly turning a bright red. “And no one raises their voice at my wife, she is my queen and you puny little humans will treat her as such!”

“Bye boys,” you smirk at them before Crowley snaps your family back to Hell. It may be dark and full of Demons, but it’s home.

“My love-” Crowley gently pulls George from your arms and sets him on the ground. As soon as his little feet hit the ground he’s running to his room to find Juliet, the gigantic deadly hell hound and your sweet little son, the strangest best friends.

“I wouldn’t change a thing,” you gently caress his cheek, leaning in to give him a passionate kiss. When you pull back to catch your breath, Crowley snaps the two of you to your room.

“How about we make another little one, my Queen?” there’s a familiar glint to his eyes, and you can’t help but bite your bottom lip.

“I think that can be arranged my king,” your hands grasp the lapels of his suit coat, and pull him into a deep sensual kiss.

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taeslovehandles · 5 years ago

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Blood, Sweat and Tear - Begin

Yoongi walks down the hallway to greet his newest subject. He opens the door and enters a green room with dimming yellow lights on each side of the square shaped room. In the middle sits a dark silhouette on a red chair covered with little golden figurines. The man is blindfolded and shackled.

“Welcome to my little hobby room Jimin. What a coincidence that we meet again after you ran away from me, isn’t it?”, Yoongi chuckles.

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[Warning] Content in Blood Sweat and Tears - Begin contains: violence, blood, insults, drug use.

No weight gain yet as this part will explain how things turned out the way they did as well as slowly pacing the story slowly into the shape I want it to go. Skip this part if you don’t like reading fluff only and character backstory. I won’t be mad <3

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Blood, Sweat and Tears - Begin

Dark. It was pitch black and Jimin was unable to see anything. He tried to open his eyes but there was something wrapped around his head, covering his eyes. A blindfold? Jimin tried to move his hands to remove whatever was covering his eyes without success.

“What in the-...!?”

Jimin tried a second time to move his hands which ended the same way, uneventful. Jimin knew both of his hands were shackled to something… maybe a chair? He couldn’t see what it was but it definitely started to make him feel uneasy.

Who would blindfold and shackle someone, has he been kidnapped? Why?

“Hello? Anyone here?” - silence.

“Great, that’s just great. At least get this damn thing off of me, my entire face is itchy from it!”

Jimin tried again to somehow free his hands but the more he moved his hands the more the metal shackles rubbed on his soft skin which slowly started to hurt. That ultimately was the reason he has stopped trying. Someone definitely brought him here which means he had a purpose and that meant he just had to wait for this person to finally show up.

But did he really want to see his kidnapper?

All Jimin could remember was a bright light and a hit in his stomach when he was leaving the shopping mall.

“Ack- shit, that hurts…”

Jimin slowly realized how much pain filled his stomach. That must have been a good punch to the gut… probably also what made him go blank.

He needed to get out of here and he would. It’s not the first time Jimin was in a dangerous situation, back in the days when he was still together with his ex he had a wild time. Lot’s of chaos and blood…

The room is completely silent until Jimin notices the faint sound of footsteps coming his way.

/ / • / /

It had been quite some time since Yoongi had seen Jimin. And he would never have thought THIS was the way they’d encounter each other again. Oh well, it was Yoongi's idea in the end and he was more than willing to fulfill his task to keep Jimin by his side forever.

He checks the surveillance camera that showed a dark silhouette sitting on a fancy, red chair covered in golden figurines. The only thing more beautiful than the chair was the person sitting on it. Park Jimin. Oh he loved Jimin from head to toe.

It’s still hard for Yoongi to accept that Jimin and him are no longer a couple. He truly believed the time they spent were great times, but apparently that was only the feelings Yoongi had.

Yoongi filled a syringe with a mysterious blue liquid, tapped with a finger on it and put it in his bag. He looked to the side and grabbed a white shake. While he was tugging the shake into his bag as well he slowly started to walk away from his desk.

His room was big and fancy, golden figurines and expensive paintings covered the walls. In the back of the room you could hear piano playing from the speakers.

Yoongi opened the door and left his room to walk down the long hallway covered in doors on each side. Sometimes even Yoongi forgot which door led to which room.

After walking down the hallway which felt like minutes, Yoongi finally reached his location. He opened the door confidently and stepped inside the square shaped room. The walls were mint green and each wall had a small lamp with yellow light bulbs in them which made the room look even greener.

In the middle of the room sat his love. Park Jimin. Finally, finally he could see him again. The reunion Yoongi had been waiting on for so long.

/ / • / /

“Hey, hey you! Take this damn blindfold off. I want to see the face I need to spit on for doing this crap with me!” Jimin yelled.

Who had the audacity to kidnap him and let him sit on this stupid chair for hours. His back hurt, his hands hurt and the blindfold was so itchy it drove him crazy.

“It’s been a while my love.”

...my love? Jimin was shocked… the only person that called him that was one of his exes. And the voice he just heard sounded really familiar too. It can’t be!

“Yoongi? Yoongi is it you?”

“Correct.”

“Why in gods name did you kidnap me, are you out of your goddamn mind? If you wanted to whine to me again about giving us another chance you could have done so via text message or phone you know?”

“Oh you mean in the way that you’d just ignore me again and never write back?”

“Exactly my point. I don’t know whose idea this shit was but I can tell you right now if you don’t get me off this thing and let me go I’ll make your life a living hell!”

“Feisty today, are we?” Yoongi let out a really quiet giggle while continuing to move forward. He was standing behind Jimin’s chair, his hand reaching for Jiming's right shoulder. Jimin not expecting to be touched let out a small gasp.

“You are here because I want you to be here and we won’t be going anywhere for a long while. That’s all you need to know for now my love.”

“You do realize how mad shit crazy you sound, right? What the hell do you want from me? Is it money? A quickie? Do you want me to suck you off or what?”

“That sounds really tempting but I’ll have to decline for now. I might come back to your offer to a later date though. If you behave that is.” Yoongi's smile was straight up evil. He moved his hands up and down Jimin's shoulder. While he was moving around the chair he smelled Jimin's perfume. It was truly addicting.

Yoongi put one of his fingers on Jimin’s blindfold and pulled it from his head. The view was breathtaking.

A wild, feisty young man was staring up at him ready to jump him wouldn’t the shackles stop him from doing so. Jimin may be smaller than Yoongi but he for sure had strength. And Yoongi knew that. One more reason to get to the fun part of this show.

“I swear to god Yoongi, I said we are done. D. O. N. E., DONE. Are you seriously going to force me to sit in a chair forever just so you can be with me? Did you hit your head or what?”

“Oh no I won’t force you to sit in this chair forever. I’m not a monster Jimin. Let’s just say you won’t be able to leave one way or another.”

“Then let me go.”

“I said I’d not let you sit in the chair forever I never said I’d let you leave dear.” Yoongi kissed Jimin on his forehead and ruffled through his light grey hair.

Jimin tried to get as far away from his hand as he could but the chair was yet again in his way. Why in the world was Yoongi going to such extremes… and what did he mean with him not being able to leave from here one way or another? He swallowed.

Yoongi held Jimins face with one of his hands. Jimin tried to move his head away from Yoongis hand and looked to the side.

“Look at me.”

Jimin kept looking to the side without moving his head. He was interrupted with a forceful hand yanking his head forward.

“OUCH! Shit Yoongi wtf that hurts!”

“You look at me when I tell you to.”

“Motherf-” was all Jimin could say before he was slapped across his face. Pain. Jimin never felt so much pain from being slapped. Maybe it was because he got backhanded and after taking a closer look at Yoongis hands he noticed a ring on the hand he was slapped with as well.

“From now on we will keep insults and rude behaviour to a minimum. Am I clear Mr.Park. One more time and I will give you a reason to cuss.”

Jimins eyes were wide open for a split second until he noticed and returned to his stare again. Not only his stomach hurt now, his face pounding like hell too. At least his stomach pain started to slowly get less now that his body had a new area that was in pain to concentrate on.

Yoongi had never hit him before, that was definitely new… and his weird way of speaking. Was he having a nightmare? Was there a hidden camera somewhere and all of this was just a really bad joke? Please? It wasn’t. It was reality and the thought of that slowly started to scare Jimin. What was Yoongis plan?

Yoongi removed his hand from Jimins face, pulled a tissue from his pocket and tabbed on Jimin’s swollen and bleeding lip.

“Now that we set out the ground rules, how about we start the show?

What do you say love?”

“What show?”

“A special show with you in the main role of course!”

“What are you planning?” Jimin got more and more scared, he never felt this kind of anxiety. Especially with Yoongis weird behaviour. They’ve been a couple for 5 years back then. You’d think you know a person after such a long time. Apparently not.

While Jimin sank deeper down into his thoughts he didn’t notice how Yoongi walked past him to collect something from a table nearby.

/ / • / /

Yoongi was ready. He was more than ready to finally make his dream come true. Jimin never knew about this side of him and in the end him slowly trying to show who he really was, drove them apart.

Yoongi always loved chubby and big guys. Jimin however always worked out and kept his body in top condition. One day Jimin came home with tons of snacks in his hands. At the time him and Jimin were friends with benefits. Yoongi was there when Jimin needed him the most after his breakup with some asshole that told him he wasn’t his type anymore because he got too fat for him. The only reason Jimin worked out so hard was because of his now ex boyfriend. So Jimin sat back, grabbed the biggest bag of chips and started munching. Fuck him, fuck his ideals, fuck it all. I’m gonna eat what I want and no one can stop me, where Jimins thoughts out of rage.

But his guilt kept crawling back once he spotted his little chubby belly after having a look in the shower grabbing onto it. It was tough. Jimin hates how he looked not because he felt uncomfortable but because he was scared of what others thought about him when they saw him walking around. What Jimin cared most about was what people thought of him.

It took Yoongi a long time to make Jimin stop thinking like he had to prove complete strangers that he was something he didn’t want to be.

Months passed and slowly but surely Yoongi was able to convince Jimin that it’s okay to live your life how you want too. That no one was going to judge him for being a bit more on the chubby side as long as he felt comfortable.

They got close and started dating after 8 months. Yoongi never pushed Jimin and was always careful not to force his desires onto him but after 5 years he thought… he should at least tell him the truth.

A truth Jimin could not live with. Jiming accused Yoongi of feeding him on purpose, that he’d only encourage him to be bigger because Yoongi liked it. Jimin went so far as to question his ex. Jimin believed it was Yoongi that drove them apart and left him the next day.

But that was 5 years ago. It’s been so long since they saw each other and people change. There was no going back now, this was Yoongis decision and it would be his last.

/ / • / /

Jimins eyes were wide open now. Yoongi was holding a syringe in his hands with a weird blue liquor in it. What in the world was going on here?

“W- What i-is that?”

“Something that will make you feel real good soon my love.”

“Are you drugging me!?”

“Of course not. It’s a special mixture that will help you to enhance greatly!”

“En-..Enhance? What do you mean?”

“What I said. You will see a side of yourself you’ve never see before and

you will learn to love it.”

With that Yoongi moved towards a screaming Jimin who was trying his best to get as far away from that syringe as he could.

“No, No wait! I don’t want it. STOP I BEG YOU!”

Yoongi slowly pressed down and the blue liquid disappeared in Jimins neck. With a final smile Yoongi patted Jimins head who was shaking in pain and left the room. The door closed shut and Jimin was left in his own little room.

Let the show begin.

/ / • / /

“Ghhr, Ack-” were the only words Jimin could say. His mind went blank, his pupils widened and all of a sudden he felt a sharp pain inside of his mind. Jiming shut his eyes and screamed “AHHHHHHHH!” Fuck, Fuck it hurt so much. What in gods name did Yoongi give him. If it weren’t drugs what caused him so much pain. It couldn’t be poison right?

Jimin sure felt like dying right now though.

“Gahhh. Fuck. Make it stop!”

“Please!”

The pain in his head worsened. The slap on his face wasn’t even in the tiniest comparable to the pain he felt now. He gritted his teeth to help endure the pain.

…

“I beg you. Make it stop!”

It felt like hours, Jimin had no feeling of time but if he had to name it, it felt like days had passed when in reality it was only an hour.

After an hour of Jimin feeling like he was going insane with the pain his headache slowly succumbed. His neck felt a bit stiff and his wrists hurt from all the movement while he was in constant pain. He licked his lip to check if he was still bleeding. Iron flavour started to take over in Jimins mouth and he realized that he was really thirsty.

He hasn’t had a drink for at least 12 hours now and his body was slowly but surely reminding him that it needed water in order to function properly.

Jimins eyes felt heavy, his blinking getting slower and taking longer until he finally passed out in his chair.

/ / • / /

Yoongi had watched the entire show through his monitor in his bedroom. While Jimin was screaming in agony and pain Yoongi did some business calls with clients and ate dinner at his desk to not miss a single part.

He noticed after an hour had passed that Jimin was moving slower and slower. The liquid must have finished its job. Yoongi took the now empty syringe out of his little bag and placed it on his desk.

After 10 more minutes of Jimin struggling here and there he finally passed out. Which was Yoongis sign to go back into Jimins little room and organize a few things before he woke up again.

/ / • / /

Jimin slowly opened his eyes. The lights were way too bright for his still sleepy eyes and his eyelids closed shut again. It took him quite a while until he spotted all the new things around the room. A plate filled with some weird drops at least 3 six packs of Water Bottles or more on the table and a machine with a tube attached to it in the corner of the room that looked like nothing Jimin had ever seen before.

Before he could look around more a soft voice spoke to him.

“My poor baby. Did you have a pleasant sleep? You must be thirsty!”

“Wha- What did you inject me wi-with?” Jimin had trouble speaking. His mouth was as dry as a desert and his mind was cloudy.

“Oh my poor sweetheart. No need to speak so much. Here let me give you something to drink and ease your pain.”

Yoongi grabbed a bottle and poured half of it into a big cup while slowly walking over to Jimin who was more than eager to get his lips on that cup filled with fresh water.

While Yoondi walked over he dropped one of the drops inside the cup. The drop immediately disappeared and Yoongi held the cup against Jimins plump lips to suck on.

With eagerness Jimin drank from the cup and emptied it in a heartbeat. More. he needed more.

“M-More pl-please.”

“Alright.”

Yoongi walked back to the table but this time he did not grab a water bottle. Instead he pulled out a white shake from his bag and mixed it into the water. Was it milk? Who drinks milk with water? Now that Jimin thought about it… the water he just drank had a really weird taste to it.

…

“What did you just g-give me to drink?”

“Mhm?”

“The water, w-was it water?”

“I said I’d give you something to drink, I never said I’d hand you water my dear.”

Yoongis smile got bigger.

“Sometimes it feels like you only hear what you want to hear Jimin. Ha ha.”

Jimins eyes widened once again, hastily looking around and trying to figure out what he just drank. He should have known better. Why was his mind so clouded, he couldn’t think straight.

Yoongi places the bottle with now white liquid on Jimins mouth…

-Splash

The white liquid spilled on the floor, Yoongis shoes and pants sprinkled with white spots. Yoongi tried to compose himself, his smile disappearing. Instead he stared at the spilled liquid and said in a cold tone

“You had to spoil the fun. Fine, if you want to do this the hard way I won’t hold you back. I was hoping to spare you for today but I guess you cannot wait to transform.”

What… What? Did Yoongi really just say what he said? What did he mean with transform? While Jimin was trying to figure out how to analyse Yoongi's words, Yoongi pushed the entire table towards the machine and started pouring bottles over bottles of white liquid into the machine. He grabbed the plate of drops and threw the entire thing into the machine as well.

Yoongi meant what he said, he was intending to start easy but Jimin had to learn that there will only be consequences from now on if he misbehaved and he won’t like the consequences. Yoongi would get what he wanted, be it with Jimins will or without.

Yoongi pushed the on button and the machine started to quietly rummage away. He pulled the machine closer towards Jimin in order for the tube to reach later on.

/ / • / /

Jimin was terrified. What was this thing, what did Yoongi pour into it and what in gods name was he about to do. Yoongis ice cold stone face started to make him feel uneasy. That thing that was slowly moving towards Jimin looked like Yoongi for sure but it didn’t feel one but like the Yoongi he knew from back then. The Yoongi that always smiled, the one he had great times with. This thing was only wearing Yoongis face as a mask and it terrified Jimin.

Did he really not know who the real Yoongi was, was this the real Yoongi?

Because if it was, Jimin was not sure what this type of Yoongi was capable of doing. The footsteps got closer and closer until Yoongi was standing right in front of him with the tube in his hands.

“Shall we begin your transformation Park Jimin?”

To be continued.

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Thanks for reading “Blood, Sweat and Tears - Begin”. I’ve never written anything like a story in my entire life, so bare with me if there are mistakes or anything that doesn’t quite make sense.

I will make sure to improve over time and learn more <3

The “Blood, Sweat and Tears” storyline will continue with “Blood, Sweat and Tears - Temptation” to a later date. Basically whenever I find time to type it out. I have the entire story in my head however my fingers are slow typers lmao.

In “Blood, Sweat and Tears - Temptation” y'all are in for a treat. Be warned though, if you are not into extreme weight gain, the next part might not be for you in the later parts.

I purple you <3

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xxfanfiction-emo-trinityxx · 5 years ago

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Troubled Thoughts - Patrick Stump x Reader

Requested by me: It’s the reader’s birthday on tour, but she’s having a shitty day, and Patrick who she shares a room with, tries to make up for everyone else forgetting about her. Reader: female Warnings: alcohol, insecurity concerning body image, about 3 ideas mixed into one story, aka chaos Word count: 4 437 A/N: 1. I’m still sick, so there’ll have slipped more errors through the proof reading than usual. 2. Happy Birthday to me, I guess. 3. I want to dedicate this to everyone out there whose birthday falls on a holiday of their culture/religion that is fixed in the calendar (e.g. like Christmas in Christianity). I know how much it sucks when everyone is busy with the festive activities etc. and completely forgets about you. This story is for us.

Surely it had to be every musician’s dream to spend at least one of their birthdays on tour, surrounded by their friends, travelling the world, making music. And it had been your dream too, your birthday being Boxing Day. As a child you had never had friends over for your birthday, because it was a holiday, and instead you had celebrated with your family.

When you had been little, you had been disappointed, but growing older you had always enjoyed the time with your family. That was about the same time as you realised that you had never gotten a birthday cake before. It was always a big drama, making the birthday cakes for your siblings, but for you? When you had asked your mother about it, she had said there were still so many baked goods in the house, mostly Christmas cookies and chocolates that it would be crazy to make even more.

Another thing, and that was by far the most painful one, was that, other than your parents and grandparents, every single person, most years including even your siblings, forgot that it was your birthday. All your friends were so busy with Christmas, complaining about their families and their presents that they completely forgot about your birthday. God forbid you would have forgotten their birthday though.

And over the last years you could not help like feel as if the people who already liked to use you to drop their problems, took you for granted, not even wondering when you had come into this world for them to use you. After you had joined the band Fall Out Boy, it had gotten better, mostly because you had been able to drop these people, but you still usually celebrated your birthday with your family.

This year was different. Somehow the label had had the brilliant idea you should play shows on the days from the 27th to the 30th of December, so you would be back home just in time for New Year’s Eve. Not that you were looking forward to that evening either, knowing all of your friends had plans that did not include you, but that’s how life was sometimes.

Generally you would not have minded spending the day cramped into the narrow seats of a plane, or running across gigantic airports, trying to catch the next flight. You were not the kind of person who wanted to be in the centre of everyone’s attention, you did not want everyone to focus on your birthday, but if you were honest, you would have expected a bit more than a pat on the shoulder and a “Happy birthday, (y/n).” “Oh right, it’s your birthday”.

Now you were sitting on the blanket of a sterile hotel bed, contemplating your life, and feeling miserable. Pete, Joe and Andy had gone out with the crew but forgotten you were still on the bus, leaving you and Patrick, who had not wanted to join them, behind. Deciding it would be the best to claim one of the rooms into which your manager had already checked you in, you had taken your night bag, and made your way to the shared room. Patrick and you had agreed that it would make the most sense to share a room, since this way you would not get woken up when the others returned.

Through the door to the en-suite bathroom, you heard the water of the shower running. You had already taken a quick shower, which had not at all helped to make you feel any less self-pitying, but you decided for once you had a right so mop around. Patrick would go to sleep soon anyway, so he would hardly be bothered by your bad mood.

Unhappily you looked down your body, and wiggled your toes. Recently you just felt uncomfortable in your body. It was like your skin was an additional layer of clothes, old, dirty clothes, and all you wanted to do was rip it off. Sadly that was kind of impossible, so all you could do was being a miserable little lump on your side of the far too huge bed. Seriously, as long as you were sharing with Patrick, you would not have minded if the bed had been smaller.

You had always liked Patrick, but recently your adoration for the chubby lead singer with the shoulder long, strawberry blond hair, had grown a lot, and while you knew the chances of him even just considering being with you were infinitesimally small, you could not help your fluttering heart, or the little glances when he was not looking.

A few minutes later the water got turned off, and you heard Patrick rustling around in the bathroom. You remembered vividly how much the idea of Patrick taking a shower with just a thin hotel room door separating you, had thrown you off just couple of months ago. But now, after having shared a room with him countless times, you had gotten used to getting your mind back under control.

When he finally left the bathroom, dressed in shorts and a shirt that was several numbers too big for him, his hair dishevelled and still wet, you were still sitting on your blanket. From just sitting around, you had started to notice that it was actually pretty cold in here, but you ignored it the raised hair on your arms.

Patrick rummaged through his belongings, putting away his shampoo and day clothes, not really paying any attention to you. That gave you another opportunity to just look at him. He was concentrated, hunched over his bag, his back a soft round shape that made you wonder what it would feel like to wrap your arms around him now. It had been ages since you had been in a relationship, or even anywhere near one, but you felt like hugging your significant other unexpectedly would be something you would do. But Patrick was not your significant other. The thought hurt you, and the pain reminded you just how awful you had felt all day; like an object that was around, but not really noticed.

Just when your self-deprecating thoughts had reached a new high, Patrick turned around, picking up on your mood immediately.

“(Y/n)? What’s wrong?”

He placed something next to him on the bed, but you did not care to look, because he crawled up on the bed next to you, worriedly reaching his hand out for you.

“Nothing, just- nothing,” you replied, fighting to hold back the tears of anger and disappointment. Why were you so emotional about this all of a sudden?

“Because you’re not home with your family on your birthday?”

Patrick was not so easily satisfied with your answer, he always wanted to help, and that was just one more reason why you loved him.

“Because nobody even remembered it’s my birthday,” you asked back, looking up at him.

His eyes were wide, and full of concern, a strand of his hair adorably dangling at the side of his face.

“I actually wanted to do that now,” he explained, “maybe I should have said something earlier, but I wanted to surprise you.”

Quickly he grabbed the things he had placed on the bed next to where he was sitting now, and showed them to you. He was holding a small bottle of sparkling wine, just enough for two people, a box of chocolates, and a tiny bouquet of flowers. How he had hidden all of these was an unsolvable miracle to you.

Had you successfully kept your tears in check earlier, you now failed. Overwhelmed by Patrick’s sweet gesture, you started crying, confusing the poor man.

“What’s wrong, (y/n)? Hey (y/n)?” Concerned he reached out for you once more, and gently placed his hand on your knee. “Did I do something wrong?”

Unable to answer immediately, you just leant forward, and hugged Patrick, who quickly wrapped you in his arms. He was warm and soft, he smelled of the shampoo he had used to wash his hair, and his regular breaths managed to quickly calm you down. Slowly he drew small circles into your back until you had recovered from crying.

“Thank you so much, Patrick, for thinking of me,” you whispered and eventually pulled back.

Patrick’s cheeks were dusted over with a hint of pink, and you gave him a smile through your tear wet lashes.

“Of course, I mean, it’s your birthday!” He remembered the small gifts he had gotten you. “So uh, I mean, happy birthday?”

You laughed a little at his insecurity, and nodded.

“Thank you, this is perfect.”

Patrick opened his mouth as if to say something, but closed it again quickly as if he had remembered that it was not appropriate to say what had been on his mind. Instead he nodded towards the flowers.

“I’ll get a glass with water so they don’t dry out,” he explained, and quickly scrambled off the bed, giving you the impression that he was almost embarrassed about something.

“Can you bring two glasses for the sparkling wine, too?”

“You wanna open it now?”

You knew Patrick had not intended for the edible presents to be shared, but right now seemed like the perfect moment. Otherwise you would just carry the things around with you the whole time.

Patrick popped his head out of the bathroom and gave you a long look.

“You don’t have to, you know? I didn’t mean to-“

“I want to open it now,” you interrupted, “it’s my birthday, can’t I do what I want?”

Patrick chuckled at your childish argument, and returned a couple of seconds later, carrying a glass with water in one hand and two paper cups in the other.

“This is going to be so fancy,” he joked, when he showed you the cups.

He placed the glass on your bedside table, and you quickly put the flowers in. The bouquet was made from white roses and baby’s breath, framed by green pine tree twigs and holly, a big, red amaryllis being the centre of the arrangement.

Patrick crawled back up on the bed next to you, this time a little closer.

“Wanna open this,” you suggested, and held out the bottle with the sparkling wine to Patrick.

“Don’t you want to do this yourself,” he asked confused, “it’s your present, you should have thee honour.”

“I’m scared the cork will fly out,” you explained, still holding the bottle for him to take.

“So if everything goes wrong it’s my fault?”

Laughing Patrick took the bottle.

“Of course, I need someone to blame.”

Giggling you watched how he carefully pulled out the cork, until the bottle made a small plop. Much to your relief there was no sparkling wine flying everywhere. Quickly you held out the paper cups, and Patrick split up the contents of the bottle between the two.

“To you,” Patrick raised his cup, “Happy Birthday.”

“And to you,” you too picked up your cup, “for being such an amazing friend.”

Patrick smiled, and you clicked your paper cups together before taking a sip of the sparkling drink.

“So… how are you, we haven’t really talked that much lately,” Patrick asked, leaning against the headboard, pushing his pillow behind his back.

“I don’t know, fine, I guess?” You tried to distract yourself from Patrick’s question by tearing the plastic film off the box with chocolates. “How are you?”

“Upset, because I know you’re lying.” You could feel Patrick’s eyes in your back. “Come on, (y/n), it’s clear you haven’t been yourself lately. Even if you don’t wanna talk about it, at least don’t sell me for silly, and admit that something’s off.”

Trying to delay your answer, you turned to Patrick, and offered him the opened box, to take a chocolate, but he just grabbed the box out of your hands, and put it aside. It was clear he wanted you to be honest with him. Swallowing hard, you shrugged.

“I don’t even know myself,” you admitted, “it’s just… everything feels wrong at the moment, and I can’t tell you why.”

That your feelings for Patrick played an important part in it, you did not mention. For one it just felt wrong to have feelings for your friend in the first place, but having these feelings, and them being unrequited felt even more wrong. Sure, the fact alone that you were in love with someone who probably saw you as their younger sibling did not make anything better either.

Patrick nodded at your answer.

“But you know that if there’s anything you wanna talk about, you can always come to me, right?”

“I know, thanks,” you mumbled, but at the same time you knew you would not take him up on his offer.

For a while you sat in silence, and even though the small amount of alcohol had temporarily made you feel warmer, you started getting cold again, and shivered.

“Are you cold too,” you eventually wondered, and turned to Patrick.

He had finished his drink a while ago, and placed the cup on his nightstand.

“So it’s not just me,” he chuckled.

Pushing the untouched box with chocolates back over to you, he got up and walked over to the heater, carefully placing his hand on the metal.

“It’s icy cold,” he noticed, while you packed away the chocolates, and scooted underneath your blanket, hoping it would keep you warmer. Patrick bent down to check the little knob where you could decide how warm the room should be. “It’s already on the highest setting.”

He sighed, and walked back over to the bed, getting under his blanket as well.

“Should we tell the reception,” you wondered, trying to avoid your teeth chattering.

“If you like, but honestly don’t think they’ll be able to help much,” Patrick shrugged.

You could feel him move under his blanket until he had found a comfortable position. Trying to distract yourself from the cold and Patrick, you wondered what your family was doing right now, but thinking off them only made you sad again. The lamps on both Patrick’s and your bedside tables were still on, and you were about to suggest to turn them off, when Patrick spoke up.

“Are you still so cold?”

“Definitely,” you nodded, having pulled up the blanket up to your nose.

“Maybe they have additional blankets in the wardrobe,” Patrick suggested and quickly climbed out of the bed again.

Sure enough there was a woolly blanket on the highest shelf of the wardrobe, and Patrick had to get to his tip toes to reach it with his fingertips. Once he had managed to pull it out, he sighed again.

“It’s just one,” he stated, holding up the grey fabric, “we’ll have to cuddle up.”

You were about to protest, not sure your heart would survive being so close to Patrick, but he added with a smirk: “plus we can share body heat.”

Knowing that he was right, you decided not to speak up, but you could feel your heartrate picking up speed as he walked back over to the bed, and climbed back in.

“C’m here,” he encouraged, stretching his arm out for you to cuddle into his side.

Hesitantly you scooted over until you were next to him, trying to keep a few inches between the two of you. Patrick grabbed his normal blanket and threw it partially over yours, so they were overlapping, in order to keep the little warmth underneath the blankets. Then he unfolded the woolly blanket, and spread it over the two of you, making sure you had enough fabric covering you.

When he lay back down, you decided to blow all caution in the wind, and scooted a little closer. You felt worn out by worrying, and being sad and angry all day, so all you wanted was some warmth and feeling Patrick close. But almost as soon as you had closed the last inches, Patrick stiffened. Concerned you turned your head, and found that he was looking at you, a blush starting to rise on his cheeks.

“What are you doing,” he asked, but he did not sound annoyed or angry; he sounded insecure.

“Cuddling up, like you said,” you explained, worrying you had overstepped your boundaries.

“You don’t have to, if you don’t want to.”

Confused you looked at Patrick.

“But I do want to, what about you,” you wondered quietly.

“I- I would love to, but it’s fine if you feel uncomfortable,” he replied, looking away, and started studying the pattern on the blanket.

“Why would I feel uncomfortable?”

“Because- I- god, I don’t- “

“Because what? Patrick, what’s wrong?”

This time it was you who insisted on an answer. You knew Patrick could be terribly insecure and anxious sometimes, and you hated that he started to feel that way around you. If anything you wanted to trigger the exact opposite of these emotions in him, make him feel loved, safe, adored.

“Because I’m… you know? Not very attractive?” He still did not look at you, his gaze flickering through the room, and his voice was barely above a whisper as if he was scared you would laugh at him. “Like… I’m chubby and I know people don’t like my hair, and I totally understand if you don’t want to be close to me, if you feel repulsed by me. I know everyone is anyway, so please don’t torture yourself just because I was cocky earlier, and didn’t think stuff through.”

Shocked you sat up a little.

“Patrick, look at me, hey,” gently you placed your hand at his cheek, carefully tilting his head so he would look at you, “you are beautiful, you hear me? I totally love your hair, and I love that you are so soft and warm and perfect to cuddle. And I know what it feels like not to like your body, but please don’t assume that just because you don’t like it, I don’t either. Because I do, and I’m glad you asked to cuddle up, okay? But, of course, if you want some distance-“

“No!” Patrick interrupted you forcefully, but quickly lowered his voice again. “I… just don’t want you to feel uncomfortable because of me.”

“I’d feel the most comfortable right by your side.”

“Are you sure,” concerned he glanced up at you.

“One hundred percent,” you assured him, giving him a little smile, hoping he would believe you, and it seemed he did.

“It’s just… sometimes I have these troubled thoughts,” he tried to explain, “and then I feel like I’m just a bother, and doing everything wrong, and ruining everyone’s day.”

“You made my day today,” you let him know, slowly pulling your hand away from his face. Why did this feel so terribly intimate all of a sudden?

“Oh, okay,” Patrick quickly turned his eyes away from your face, and cuddled deeper into the blanket, as if he wanted to hide from you, now that you knew what was going on inside his mind.

“Sometimes you have troubled thoughts and a self-esteem to match,” you quietly noted, slipping back under the blankets again. It was still not very warm, but better than without anything, and slowly you felt Patrick’s body warm up the blankets at his side. The warmth was tempting, just like him.

“Yeah, I guess. Hey, that sounds like a line that would go into one of our songs,” he exclaimed.

“Pete read his notes to me the other day, I just quoted him,” you giggled, amused how he was able to change the topic so quickly.

“He’s weird,” Patrick laughed.

“That’s why he writes the texts.”

For a while you lay in silence again, close but not touching. More than once you wondered if you should scoot over, cuddle into Patrick’s side again, but you were scared he’d react as insecure as the first time.

Eventually he spoke up again.

“I never told anyone how I feel about my body and all,” he confessed, making you turn your head and look at him. The lamps on the nightstands were still burning, making his skin glow orange. “Thanks for not laughing.”

“Why would I laugh,” you asked, again shocked that Patrick seemed so insecure.

“Because it’s stupid,” he shrugged, and turned to his side so he was facing away from you, as if he hoped to end the conversation that way.

“It’s not stupid, Patrick,” you tried to tell him, and reached out for his shoulder, gently placing your hand on it, “it’s obvious that it’s something that you worry about a lot, so it is important, simply because you think about it. Just because it’s something that isn’t important to other people, doesn’t mean it can’t be important to you. And if it’s important to you, then it’s important to me too.”

Patrick did not react, and for a moment you wondered if he had fallen asleep, but then he reached up to his shoulder, and wrapped his fingers around your hand. Slowly he turned back to you.

“Thank you,” he smiled sadly, “you always know what I want to hear.”

“I’m not saying what I think you want to hear but what I think is true,” you corrected him, making him nod carefully.

“I know… that’s good to know.”

For a while you were lying in bed, facing each other, his fingers intertwined with yours. Neither of you dared moving, and instead you just studied his face carefully; his cute nose, his pink lips, and his beautiful blue eyes.

You were not even aware of what you were asking until the words had been spoken.

“Can I kiss you?”

Patrick’s eyes widened slightly, and you felt yourself getting sick at the thought that he surely would reject you, and ask you to leave now.

“Wh-what,” he stammered out, blushing again.

“I just though-“ quickly you sat up in bed, ready to leave as quickly as possible, while the blankets pooled around your waist, allowing the freezing air of the hotel room to brush over your skin. “I really wanted to kiss you, but I thought I should ask- I’m gonna leave.”

But before you had gotten the chance to move any further away from Patrick, he pulled you back to him by the hand he was still holding. Before you even understood what was happening, he had grabbed your face with his free hand and pulled you in for a kiss, his lips hot and soft against your cold ones.

For a moment you forgot how to breathe, and your head started spinning almost painfully. Quickly you used the hand Patrick was not holding to prop you up over him in order not to lean all your weight on his chest. The kiss was hot and desperate, almost needy, as if he was trying to get as much from the kiss as possible before you would pull away, which in his mind was only a matter of seconds away.

But when he realised that you returned the kiss just as feverishly, that you did not pull away immediately, that you kissed him back and the fingers of your hand, which he was holding, closed only tighter around his, he finally allowed himself to relax a little. Carefully, testing, he slowed the kiss, and you followed his lead perfectly, a little sigh, or whine, he was not sure, escaping your lips as you pressed closer to him.

He ran his fingers along your jaw and into your hair, holding you close before flipping you over, causing you to squeal in surprise, but the sound from your mouth was muffled by his lips. Now it was him hovering over you, and you took the opportunity to use your now free hand to wrap your arm around his back, pulling him ever closer against you. It did not take long until the kiss slowed down more and more until in the end you were just lying there, lips motionless pressed against each other’s, noses gently touching, forehead against forehead and uneven breaths filling the little space between you.

Eventually Patrick rolled to his side, and then to his back, giving you space to breath, which you did not want. Not having him so close by made you feel empty and lost. A little whine came over your lips, one that made Patrick look at you, and you quickly moved next to him, wrapped your arms around his chest and nuzzled your face against his shirt.

Patrick giggled quietly, and placed his arm around your shoulder, this way being able to pull you closer to him, and with the other hand he rearranged the blankets that had been pushed to the side during your little make-out-session.

“You know that there’s no way I’m ever letting you go now, right?”

Patrick’s voice was husky and deep, and his words both made your heart grow and ripped it apart at the same time. Just a few hours ago you would have thought it to be impossible to ever end up where you were now, cuddled into Patrick’s side, him holding you close and declaring he would never let you go. Yet here you were.

“Good,” you answered quietly, “I wouldn’t want it any other way.”

You could practically hear Patrick’s smile, making you smile too, and he gently kissed your hair.

“Should we turn out the lamps?”

You nodded and for a few painful, and cold, seconds you sat up to turn your lamp off, Patrick doing the same. Quickly you cuddled back into him when he had lain down again, and his arm immediately wrapping around you again.

“I love you,” you whispered, part of you almost hoping he had not heard you.

But he had. You could feel him freeze for a moment before his grip on you tightened and he gently pulled you even closer to him, leaving absolutely no space between you anymore.

“I love you, too, have since I first met you” he whispered back, making your hear flutter, and you tightly grabbed onto his shirt, making sure not to hurt him.

For a while you were lying in the dark, your eyelids growing heavier and heavier. You had painted small patterns against Patrick’s soft chest, but now you hand was calmly resting on his stomach, following the even breaths he took, the air he exhaled slightly blowing against your hair. His arm around you had relaxed, and you were certain he had fallen asleep already. Knowing he was feeling safe, and hopefully happy, you finally closed your eyes too, and fell asleep, cuddled against Patrick.

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canumoveurseatup-no · 6 years ago

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Little Girls Like You

Summary: it’s little girls like you that don’t know how to keep their mouth shut unless it’s stuffed.

Pairing: Tony Stark x Black!Reader 18+

WC: 3.5k

Warnings: uuuuhh daddy kink, degradation (bc I love that shit), face slapping (bc I love that shit), dirty talk, unprotected sex, age gap, virgin reader, cheating, basically one of those taboo adult film plots, don’t sleep with your estranged mother’s hot older boyfriend!

A/N pt. 1: I like the idea of dominant Tony so let me have my dominant Tony

A/N pt.2 : If you’re tagged please leave verbal feedback. If you like it at all please say something <3

You were far from little, you were a grown ass woman for crying out loud. But Tony, the man your mother was dating referred to you as just that, a little girl. Your relationship with your mother wasn’t the best. She was estranged with you and you knew it wouldn’t be long until she became that way with Tony.

Throughout your life you realized that your mother was too selfish to even have children and that you just popped out of nowhere, pretty much an accident. She was too invested in her career which is how your relationship with her became the way it was. It was practically nonexistent.

But Tony, he was around more than her. He was very involved with you and he hadn’t known you that long. You came back from college and that’s when she introduced you two, after she had been dating him for seven months. You saw the way his eyes lit up when he saw you and he saw the way yours did the same. Your mother was trying to kill you with this one. Had she known you were so into older men she would have never brought him around you.

It’s been about a year since you and Tony met each other and the sexual tension between you two was intoxicating but, no one else realized it because your mom was always away for work or trapped in her office budgeting everything for her business.

You and Tony were alone often but no moves were ever made. You were scared, what move could you even make? You don’t know jack shit about making moves.

Yeah typical, the shy virgin with a crush on a guy who is literally old enough to be her father, but you couldn’t stop it. With your mother always gone and pretty much out of the picture, you wondered why Tony even stayed until one day it became clear.

———-

Your mother was out on a business trip again and Tony had just come back from work. The two of you bumped heads a lot and you sometimes would purposely annoy him just to see him irritated with you, to have him raise his voice at you.

“Y/N!” Tony called up the stairs to your room.

“Yeah?,” calling back down, watching your favorite movie and stuffing your face with chips.

“I thought I told you to do the dishes before I got back,” he came up and just burst through your door.

In nothing but a thin tank top and pink sheer bedroom shorts you covered yourself with the blanket, “Tony!!,”

“Why aren’t the dishes done?” He arches an eyebrow, he didn’t seem to care about your attire

“Because I fucking forgot. Now can you get out, I’m in the middle of the best part,”

He walked over, turned your tv off and stood in front of it with his arms crossed.

“Tony, what the hell?,”

“Watch your mouth and your tone,”

You rolled your eyes at him and got out of bed to try and push him out the way but he grabbed your arms and pushed you back down on the bed.

“I want you to go back downstairs and do the dishes like I asked you to do, Y/N,”

“I’ll do them later,” you started playing your game, intentionally disobeying him just to get a rise out of him.

“Y/N. I’m not going to ask again,” he undid his tie and snatched it from his collar.

“Well great because I’m going to say no again,”

What happens next surprises you and has your thighs clenching. He smacks you in your face and the stinging had a moan bleeding from your lips. He grabs your cheeks in his hand, squeezing them to make your face seem chubby.

“It’s little girls like you that never know how to listen. Always opening your mouth to talk back. How about I stuff it so you finally shut up and do as you’re told,”

A squeak left your lips and your eyes wide, “Smack me again,” you whimpered, “Tony, smack me again,”

He smiled at you and pushed you away from him, “Do the damn dishes and maybe I’ll think about listening to your requests,”

He slams your door and you’re left there panting and starring at the door. You stood up, your legs felt like jelly as you walked to the door and slowly walked down the steps. Tony was sitting in the living room with a beer in hand while flipping through the channels. He felt a smile creep up on his face when he heard the water running and the dishes clinking as you started washing them. You loved being a brat around him but you never thought he’d do anything about it and boy did his actions excite you. You still felt his hand making contact with your face and you zoned out while drying the dishes and ended up cutting your palm on a steak knife causing you to call out in pain. Tony stood in the door way.

“What happened?”

You held your hand on the other side of the sink and whined.

“I cut my hand,” you pouted. He walked over to you and held your wrist looking at the cut.

“Nothing we can’t patch up, sit up here,” he patted the counter top and lifted you up when he saw you struggling with only one hand to boost yourself. Tony got the first aid kit from on top of the fridge and turned on the water. He took your hand and held it under warm water.

“I told you to do the dishes, not hurt yourself,”

“I guess little girls like me gotta be more careful,”

You heard him suck in a breath before looking up at you, “Yeah, you do,” he ran a thumb over your cheek and smiled before going back to tend to your hand.

“Sorry for slapping you,” he shook his head, “You just act like such a brat and it drives me insane,”

You felt your face heat up at him calling you that. You loved to hear him call you a brat. He finished disinfecting the cut and wrapping it up and kissing the bandage.

“You’re a good girl, you just don’t like to listen,” he breathed in sharply.

You practically swooned at him calling you a good girl, you clenched your thighs but that action didn’t go unnoticed by him. He ran his hands up and down your thighs and and wet his lips with that God forsaken tongue of his.

“You just frustrate Daddy so much,”

There was no reason in trying to hold the whimpers back at this point. You looked so cute with your eyes wide and your bottom lip poked out.

“You like seeing Daddy frustrated don’t you? You like being reprimanded,” he didn’t break the eye contact, he gripped your thighs, opening them up and stepping closer. Your words got stuck in your throat and your jaw hung open not knowing what to say, you’ve never been in this position but damn you wouldn’t trade it for anything else.

“A little brat like you never been tamed is that it?”

You softly nodded your head. He smiled at you before going to smack you again, a wide smile spreading on your face and your eyes closing in contentment.

“Again.” Wrapping your legs around him absentmindedly, he did it again and you moaned loudly. “Harder please,”

The last slap had you calling out in pleasure. You’ve never been slapped like this before, who would have known you liked it so much? You loved the heat and stinging in your cheek as the blood rushed to the area.

You opened your eyes to look at him and he looked in conflict with himself.

“I can’t do this to your mother,” he muttered to himself.

“She never pays attention to you,” you run your hand down his chest, “how have you lasted so long? Why are you still here?,” You finally got the courage to speak more than a word.

“Because of you,” his tone was strong and certain, "I know it’s wrong and I know I shouldn’t want you but dammit Y/N I can’t help it. Your mother is so wrapped up in her work that we haven't been intimate in over a year and I've been waiting for her but she's never in the mood and that’s her right but it makes me feel like she doesn't want me,”

"I want you, so have me then. You want me, I want you. Take me, Tony," your voice was so gentle and you rubbed his chin with your thumb, "I've been a brat and I- I think it's time for you to handle that, don't you think?,"

He took a minute to contemplate what was happening, and in a blur, he grabbed the back of your head to smash his lips to yours. Your grabbed his collar to pull him closer and he wrapped his hand around your throat before pushing you away from him. You looked so fucking cute to him. Though your eyes were a dark brown, he could see the way your pupils were blown. You were panting and your mouth hung open. You made Tony feel things no one has made him feel. He felt so invigorated when it came to you.

"Little girls like you need to be taught a lesson,"

He smacked you again and you couldn't help but smile. His left hand gripped your throat as the right slapped you again and again until you were bucking your hips.

"Such a slut for pain, aren't you?,"

His language was so vulgar but it only caused your core to throb even more.

"Be a good girl and answer me when I'm talking to you," his hand squeezed your throat harder as he gritted his teeth.

A gasp getting stuck in your throat with a moan you frantically nodded, "Y-yes, Daddy,"

Hearing the word finally seep from your lips he couldn't help but tear the shorts from your legs. He shook his head with a smirk when he saw the wet spot on your panties. Running a thumb up and down the seam of your crotch, your thighs shook.

"Those innocent little gasps are driving me crazy, Y/N,"

You looked up at him through your lashes and recoiled, "I'm sorry, Daddy,"

He smiled and stepped closer, running a thumb over your bottom lip, "It's okay baby, you're finally putting that mouth to good use other than mouthing back to me like a fucking brat... better yet," He grabbed you by your hair and pulled you off the counter moving you to your knees, "Time to stuff that pretty mouth of yours, then maybe you'll think twice about talking to me like you're crazy,"

With one hand he undid his belt and unzipped his pants, pulling them down and his hard on bobbing up and down right in your face. The tip leaking pre-cum, you couldn’t help but lick your lips. You smiled brightly at it, finally getting some action in your life. Tony took himself in his hands and slapped his cock on your pouted lips

"Suck it like a good girl,"

You peered up at him and were nervous, "I- I never,"

He gets a mischievous glint in his eyes as he bents over to be eye level with you.

"Stupid little girls like you just need to be taught everything don't you? Always needing direction," He laughed in your face and while in any other situation you would be offended by those words, coming from him you couldn't help but be turned on.

"Open,"

You did as told and he rested the head on your tongue, lapping up all the saliva that was there, on the head, he slowly pushed himself deeper inch by inch until he hit the back of your throat and you gagged, but he kept you there.

"Breathe through your nose," he hummed

You coughed and felt your spit thicken in the back of your throat. The weight of him felt good in your mouth and your eyes started to water, making your eyeliner and mascara run, this in turn, made Tony throw his head back in a moan.

"You look so pathetic," he smiled down at you, "It's so hot when you look like that,"

You wrapped your lips around him and stared moving back and forth with a little of his direction. With his hand tangled in your hair and him thrusting in your mouth as he leaned against the counter he looked so irresistible with his collar popped like that and his mouth hanging open. He was fucking your mouth and he loved it when you gagged on him.

"Such a good girl," he grunted.

Saliva was dripping from your mouth and black streaks ran down along your cheeks, nipples poking out in your tank top, you were straight out of a porno.

He withdrew himself from your mouth leaving you gasping and coughing. Strings of your spit on his throbbing length you just wanted to go back to sucking it. Tony lifted you back on the counter and took your panties off, admiring how wet you were,

"Jeeesus," he muttered. Running a middle finger up and down your slit you shivered at the contact.

"Guess you've never been eaten out either? No one ever broke you in?," He bit his lip as he continued to stare at your throbbing clit, glistening in your slick.

"N-no, Daddy," you leaned your head on your shoulder as you whined at the feeling of him rubbing you. He pulled a chair up and sat in it as he pulled you closer to the edge.

"Keep those pretty brown eyes on me. Close em and you'll regret it,"

Goosebumps cover your arms at the sound of his gruff voice. He leaned forward and spread your lips open and smiled, "So pink, just like a strawberry cream filled chocolate,”

He looked up at you as he dove in and started to suck on your clit, never feeling this before you had a hard time keeping your eyes on him. He was enjoying seeing you struggle though. His mouth worked on you as whimpers fell from you open mouth. You shook your head in bewilderment and wondered how something so wrong could feel so right. You shouldn't be doing this but you're too far gone to stop.

"nnnn, fuck, Daddy I-," you were cut off but him stuffing two fingers in your mouth, his ring and middle finger swirled getting them wet. He stood up and watched himself fuck your mouth with his fingers and he was entranced.

"Gonna get you nice and open for Daddy, okay?,"

You couldn't help but just nod. He withdrew his fingers and started with just the middle finger, he slowly pushed into you. The feeling was foreign as you never even fingered yourself. He twisted and thrusted slowly getting you worked up until you were begging for him to push a second one in. Once both were in you were done for. With his right hand fucking into you, he placed his left on your pelvic bone and pressed down, massaging as you could feel his fingers fucking into you. The sound of your own wetness intoxicated you.

"Look at you," he smiled in your face, "Looking all fucked out and I haven't even given you the best part. Tell me baby girl, you think you can take it?,"

You were dizzy with the feeling. You were close to cumming and you didn't know what to do. You legs started to shake and you were having trouble keeping yourself up right. He slapped you in the middle of your orgasm fit and that was the push you needed,

"Yes! Yes, Daddy I can take it, I'll be a good girl and take it!," you wheezed for air and looked up at Tony.

"Give it to me, please Daddy," you bit your lip as the tears fell from your eyes.

"You look so stupid when you cry, I love it," He planted his lips on yours as he pumped himself in his hand. The kiss was so sloppy and rushed as you pulled him closer and felt his head nudge against your entrance.

"This might not feel the best at first so I'm gonna need you to look me in my eyes so I can talk you through it okay?," He caressed your cheek and looked at you as he used your juices to get his head slick. He slowly pushed into you and you waited for the pain to hit but it didn't really come, it was just an uncomfortable pressure from something big and foreign from being inside of you. You grunted at the slight discomfort and he slowly rocked his hips back and forth while rubbing your clit. Talking you through it to make it as pleasurable as possible. The attention your clit was getting easily took away the discomfort and you started whining for more.

"More, please," you whispered as you stared back into his eyes, "Give me more, Daddy please," you buck your hips and he smiled at you before pulling out and snapping his hips back into you. You call out in a mixture of pain and pleasure and that's the begging on your end.

Tony was pounding into you relentlessly, not caring if you weren't used to this, you would be used to it now and only for him.

"Fuck, you're so deep Daddy," grabbing at the hair at the nape of his neck your eyes rolled into the back of your head

"Yeeaah," he wrapped his right hand around your throat before placing his left on your lower stomach, "You like feeling Daddy all the way up in your tummy, baby? Like that?," He pushed down at the spot and you could feel him nice and deep. "How's it feel to have me all up in your virgin pussy? Saved this all for me didn't you?,"

You threw your head back as you reclined on your elbows against the counter.

"This is what good girls get when they listen and don't talk back. You gonna be a good girl or are you gonna continue to be a stupid brat like you have been?," He pushed your tank top about your breasts, leaning down to litter your skin with kisses and bites.

You were dazed, you didn't answer which resulted in a slap to your clit, jolting you back into reality, "You're already off to a bad start, baby. Answer Daddy," he was speaking to you so condescendingly and it only pushed you closer to cumming again.

"Yes, Daddy I'll be a good girl. I'll be a good girl just for you!," The pleasure was turning you inside out as you cried.

He wiped the tears to make a clean canvas for the painful yet pleasurable slap he delivered.

"You're gonna make me cum, baby," He hummed.

Your walls tightened at his words, throbbing to feel him cum for you and because of you.

"Gonna paint those pretty pink walls nice and white. You like the sound of that?,"

You got the strength to sit up and stare him dead in his eyes, "Do it, Daddy. Cum for me,"

He rubbed your clit faster and fucked you harder. You raised your legs to your chest and he rolled his hips to hit deep in you causing you to choke on air.

"Look at you. So pretty and spread open all for me. Your sobbing is so cute, knowing you're crying for this dick because it feels so good,"

Your back arched off the counter top as you moaned out and trembled, your hips involuntarily thrusting up. Your walls pulsed against him as you came again.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum," he grunted, his eyes screwed shut. You tiredly rubbed his cheeked and coaxed him through it.

"Cum for me, Daddy. Cum for your good girl,"

You sounded so fucked out it made Tony weak. He gave one hard thrust and came deep inside you, causing you to moan at the warm feeling. He jutted as the ripples died down and he rested his head on your chest, kissing your breasts and licking your sore nipples.

"Fuck," you laughed out and sit up the best you could. He supported you against him as he stood up all the way. He kissed along your neck and whispered in your ear.

"Daddy's so proud of you,"

You felt the heat rush to your face once again as he kept the act up.

"I'm gonna carry you upstairs, clean you up and take care of you, okay baby?," He ran his thumb on your sides and you shivered in his grip.

"Yes. Thank you, Daddy," you kissed his cheek and whined as he finally withdrew from you. A sloppy squelch sounding threw the kitchen as his cum ran down your lips.

"Don't worry about that, we have plan B stocked under the sink in my bathroom for emergencies. Though this wasn't the emergency I imagined, it couldn't come in handy any more than now,"

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bonkers-4-hatter · 5 years ago

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Yandere Rei X !Chubby Reader - Loves Rules

Here’s the next part of the Yandere Series! WARNING: This contains material that may be sensitive to some. Please read at your own risk.

“(Y/N), where are you?”

Your head snapped up at the sound of Rei’s voice, the front door slamming shut as his footsteps echoed through the still air. Taking a deep breath, you plastered on a fake smile and picked up the tray that held his tea making your way to the living room.

Having done this same routine for the past year, you knew his schedule and as expected, there he was, sitting on the couch, eyes lingering on your plump body as you approached him.

��Here’s your tea Rei, Jasmine with a spoonful of sugar.”

Sitting next to him, the cushion dipped due to your weight. Rei only hummed and grabbed the tea cup, taking a long sip.

You didn’t move from your spot next to him… one of the many rules that have been in place for as long as you could remember. Placing the tray on the coffee table in front of you both, you waited until he was finished with his tea, the clanking of him putting it back on the tray prepared you for what was next.

“My tea was cold, but I know something you can do to make up for the mistake,” Rei stopped his words, his large hands rubbing your soft thigh before creeping up, fingers pushing the fabric of the skirt you had on up revealing silky panties. You bite your lip hold in noises he might mistake as enjoyment as his fingers danced along the waist band of them.

He always said that. The tea was cold, but you knew better. You knew he only said that so he could get you on your back and you had no way of denying him.

You were trapped here.

You’ve been trapped for the past year and it was slowly driving you crazy. The rules, staying in the house, being Rei’s slave and fuck toy. It was all driving you up the wall and you weren’t sure how much longer you would last at this rate.

A year and a half ago you met Rei in your college class, you actually asked him a question about the notes and he helped you and from then on, you both hung out. Met up for study nights, you went to his place for movie nights… it was nice and casual. It was college after all, the time to put yourself out there, but something went wrong.

A few months after meeting, Rei asked you to be his girlfriend which you accepted in a heartbeat.

Being a bigger girl, guys weren’t really interested in you and if they were, it was all part of a cruel joke that only left you in tears, but Rei was different. He cared about you and he told you that daily. He told you he loved your softness, the way you carried yourself and everything about you.

Rei was supposed to be the one…

It was good for a few months, but once you started coming out of your shell and making friends with other students on campus, Rei began to get jealous. You caught him on more than one occasion creeping around when you were with other students either hanging out or studying. You brushed it off as him just checking on you, but the more it continued, the more uncomfortable you got.

The breaking point was when Rei followed you and a fellow classmate to the coffee shop you agreed to meet at to catch up on notes for an upcoming presentation.

You caught him staring at you both. He was across the street sitting at a table at the little café that was there, his gaze piercing and jaw clenched. You quickly went over notes and said goodbye to your partner and all the while, Rei was still there, scowling the more you spoke to your partner.

You confronted him about it at his place the next night, your mind filled with so many questions and concerns as you thought of how his behavior had changed over the past few months. It was freaking you out to the point of you being paranoid whenever you were out in public. You were afraid he was watching your every move.

You brought up the idea of going on a break. Giving you both a chance to breathe and take time for yourselves, but he blew up at that. The memory always sends a shiver down your spine.

It was a side of Rei you’ve never seen before and after that, it wasn’t the only time you saw it, but that first encounter of his true self will always be with you.

“Break up?” Rei’s voice was soft as his eyes casted toward the ground. His smile gone and replaced with a neutral, almost stoic look.

“Not a break up, just a break… ya know, to get our thoughts together and take time to ourselves.” You explained it in more detail hoping that it would get through to him. You went to set your hand on his shoulder, but it was taken in his grip, squeezing it to the point of some bones popping, your fingers turning a shade of white from the lack of blood getting to them.

“No (Y/N), I don’t know!” With your hand still in his hold, he pushed you against the wall, pinning your form there so you couldn’t escape.

“R-Rei, what are y-.” You didn’t get the chance to finish your sentence when he slammed his other hand against your mouth, clamping it shut, but the impact made your head ricochet against the wall; leaving a dull throbbing pain.

“SHUT UP!” The rage that dripped from his mouth made you freeze. Every bone and muscle in your body were still. You never heard Rei raise your voice and never at you. It was something he said he’d never do to you, but now… now you were questioning everything this man has ever told you. Was any of it even true?

“You’re not leaving, you’re not leaving me (Y/N),” He was whispering this into your ear. His body still pinning you against the wall. Your head and hand were still throbbing as silent tears started to run down your round cheeks. “You’re mine… mine forever.”

Your eyes went wide at his words, his crazed words. You shook your head, struggling to get out of his hold. You need to get out of this place, you needed to get help. Rei only laughed at your feeble attempts at escape. They way your chubby body struggled against his hold really riled him up. The way your hips shook, the muffled words and that look of desperation in your eyes.

God you were beautiful like this.

“The more you struggle, the more I want you (Y/N)…there’s no escape and I’ve made sure you’ll never leave my side again.” Removing his hand from your mouth, you didn’t get the chance to scream as Rei captured your lips with his.

That night started your imprisonment.

Of course friends and family and campus staff started looking for you, desperate and worried about you, but after nine months of nothing, most of them stopped.

You were alone….with him.

“Y-you’re so soft (Y/N).”

You didn’t say anything as Rei continued his thrusts, your body betraying you as soft mewls and moans emitted from your mouth, but you really didn’t want this… you haven’t for the past year.

Your gaze lingered on Rei, his eyes closed and head tilted back as a string of moans came from his mouth. His arms held your plush legs and thighs apart. Rolling your head to the side, you made eye contact with the security camera in the corner.

These things were the main cause of you staying here. Rei had them installed in every room. They were running all day, every day. Yes, you could run away, they were just camera’s right? Well, the one time you did, the police didn’t believe you. Said you were out of your mind and then Rei showed up and explained that you didn’t take your medicine that day.

They brushed you off because Rei was there. He was well known in the town and college. The top student, the most polite student. He could do no wrong in everyone’s eyes. Your parents were in another city, hours from the college, your college friends moved away. Everyone in the town forgot about you and those you did encounter thought you were crazy. There was no escape from him…there never will be.

A gasp spilled from your mouth as Rei emptied himself inside of you. Biting your lip, you kept your cries silent, the tears soaking into the sheets. This was the first time he came inside of you... he told you he wanted a family and that was it. He didn’t care about your thoughts or feelings.

He wanted a family and now he might get one.

Pulling out, you could feel the hot liquid drip out. You didn’t want this, not now and not in this situation. “(Y/N).” Rolling your head up, you gazed up at Rei. The look on his face reminded you of the Rei you thought you knew.

His voice was soft and he even smiled down at you. One of his hands racked through your hair before cupping your flushed cheek. His tenderness startled you a bit. He was sweet once in a blue moon, but never like this, especially after sex.

“We’re going to be great parents.” His hand traveled down the slope of your neck, over your breasts and finally stopped at your soft, round stomach. He softly stroked it, and rubbed it as if something precious was in there and for all you knew, there might be.

“W-we’re not ready.” You knew voicing your opinion was a gamble. Most of the time it ended with a punishment, but this was huge and you’d be damned if your voice wasn’t heard.

Grinning, Rei flipped your position, making you be on top. Your legs straddled his waist. You could feel him becoming hard again. His hands started to rub your legs trying to soothe you.

“We are…we have been.” That was all Rei said as he started to move your plump body against his cock, obviously ready to go for round two. That was it… that was all the discussion that was going to go on with this topic.

“I think it’s time to take it (Y/N).”

Rei’s voice rattled in your ear as he held your hair back so it wouldn’t get into the toilet or the puke that was coming out of your mouth. This has been happening for the past few weeks and at first you thought it was just a bug you caught.

After you finished puking, Rei smoothed your hair and helped you up from the toilet brim. He even helped you clean your mouth so the nasty taste would go away. Wiping your mouth on a towel, you glared at the pink box in the corner of the vanity. Rei bought the pregnancy test a few weeks ago when you started to get sick.

You didn’t want to believe it, but now you had a feeling that it was it. Rei slid you the box. He had a smile on his face as you opened the box.

Rei rubbed your shoulders as you both sat on the bed. The ticking of the clock echoing in the silent room.

The alarm on Rei’s phone scared you a bit as it rang out. Shutting it off, you glared at the bathroom door. You were terrified of seeing the results. Helping you up, he ushered you to the bathroom. You knew he was excited, the potential idea of having a child was all he’s wanted for the past few months.

“Can you look.” Your soft voice spilled out.

Rei nodded and gave your cheek a kiss before picking up the test. Your heart dropped to your chest as Rei surprised you by kissing you. Your eyes slid down to the test in his hand and there it was; the dreaded plus sign.

There was no way out… and now, there’s going to be another prisoner.

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bcdwhcre · 5 years ago

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“The Dancer”

Ship: Calum x Reader

Summary: You and Calum have only been dating for a short period of time, still getting to know each other. What he doesn’t know is, you’re a dancer.. until Sierra posts a video online.

Word Count: 1109

You and Calum have only been dating for around six months, it’s been a fast six months but you didn’t mind the crazy adventure you and Calum had shared together. You two were still technically in the honeymoon phase, always wanting to be around each other, him always taking you out on cute dates and nonstop texting if you two end up apart for a short period of time.

You tried your best to be close with the guys and their girlfriends as well, Sierra was the only one you knew before even dating Calum and she was the reason you even met him. You two were pretty close and always went to the studio to dance but since you started dating him, you two haven’t been as often as you used to.

But today, Calum and the band were away working on a music video and you took this opportunity to ask Sierra if she wanted to go to the studio. You, of course, never told Calum about dancing only because it never got brought up or you never really felt the need to talk about it especially when you haven’t been in months almost.

Once you were ready and waiting on her to pick you up, Calum had called to FaceTime you and you didn’t hesitate to answer to see your boyfriend’s face. When he poppped up on the screen, seeing you, Calum smiled instantly.

“Hey, darling.” He adjusted his sunglasses, staring down at you through his phone.

“Hey, I’m going to leave soon so I don’t have much time to talk. What are you doing? Are you done shooting?” You leaned back against the couch, almost huffing and watched your boyfriend walk around wherever he was with his earbuds stuffed in his ears.

“Uh, yea we’re about done and I should be stopping by your place in two hours or so with dinner. Where are you going?”

“Sierra and I are going to hang out for a bit but I’ll be home by the time you come.” You ran your fingers through your hair, watching him and instantly started to miss him already even he had been gone all day.

You knew what you signed for obviously and you didn’t mine the whole, him being gone and going off to do shoots and all with his band but you did miss being able to hug onto him and kiss his chubby cheeks.

You snapped out of your thoughts, hearing the door knock and you stood up while holding onto your phone. You grabbed everything you needed and opened it up to see Sierra.

“Hey Calum, Sierra is here so I have to go. I’ll see you in a few hours.” You looked down to see him nodding his head and he quickly blew a kiss into the phone.

“I’ll see you later, babe.”

And with that, he hung up.

“Are you ready?” Sierra asked as you stepped out of your apartment and locked the door behind you while slinging your small duffle bag over your shoulder.

“Yeah, of course.”

The drive there didn’t take long but the LA traffic was always crazy and made drives longer than what they needed to be.

When you stepped inside the empty studio, you felt a bunch of memories flood back into your head and remembered all the times you were always in here late at night or early in the morning dancing by yourself or with a bunch of girls from your classes. Dancing has always made you feel at peace and happy but it made you upset how you just easily stopped going as much. Maybe it’s because Calum filled that gap that you needed.

“Are you alright, Y/N?” Sierra randomly asked, watching you set down your things and pulled out your water bottle.

“Yea, just sucks that I stopped going. Just been so caught up-“ Sierra nodded, cutting me off.

“In Calum? Yea, it was like that the first few months when I started dating Luke. It happens but you always bounce right back, trust me but let’s forget about that now and see if you still got it.” She said sarcastically, walking over to the radio and plugging her phone in.

“Let’s do a old routine first, I’ll watch you.” You glanced over at her and nodded, waiting for her to play the song.

You shook your hands, easing the nerves and once the music started, instantly you felt like nobody else was in the room but you. You started to do the old routine you were taught a few months back with Sierra and the class we did, it was like your mind went black and your body did everything. You didn’t forget a step and you soon forgot Sierra was even there, happily recording you and moving her head to the music.

It wasn’t until the music stopped and you glanced over at Sierra when she started to clap, hearing it echo in the room.

“And this is why you should be coming to dance more often, you’re amazing and didn’t even miss a single step.” She smiled at you, continuing to clap happily and you sipped on your water trying to catch your breath.

“Lets do a few more and then we can go.”

You walked up to your apartment, your legs killing you and your hair up in a messy ponytail from sweating so much. You jiggled your keys, unlocking the door and kicking it open before setting everything aside. The smell of food hitting your nose and you remembered that Calum was coming today.

“Calum?”

You shut the door and set everything down before seeing your boyfriend walk out the kitchen and you instantly wrap your arms around him in a tight hug.

“I see that you missed me a lot.” He chuckled, wrapping his arms around your waist and when you pulled back, you were quick to press a few kisses on his lips before eventually letting go.

“Why wouldn’t I miss you?” He smiled at you, kissing your forehead and turning back to walk into the kitchen.

“Oh! I saw Sierra’s video on Instagram, why didn’t you tell me you’re a professional dancer?” His brown eyes turned to look at yours while your cheeks started to turn a light shade of red.

“I don’t know, it just never slipped up. I never kept it from you on purpose.” You laughed, wrapping your arms around his waist and laying your head on his chest.

“Well- can I now get private dances?” He mumbled and you playfully hit his arm, hearing him laugh uncontrollably.

“Maybe, if I feel like it.”

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And I- oop.

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rianarchy · 4 years ago

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The Cast

So, I am very likely to be posting more chronicles of Coworker Cain. As such, I feel that I should perhaps give an overview of the cast that will be popping up along the way:

Me, meri: I’m clumsy and awkward. Also a bookish nerd. Immune to wisecracks about playing DnD because, if you don’t appreciate some dragons, imho you might be just a wee bit impaired. Have I mentioned that I tend to drop things? It’s not good for work. Even when the only thing I’m dropping is puns. *finger guns*

Coworker Cain: about half a year younger than me, he is the Nick Wilde of my life, driving me nuts every time I see him. He drives me to say something along the lines of, “Maybe I really am just a dumb bunny” at least twice a week, though admittedly without the bunny part. Crazy good worker, though. Bit of a control freak, too. Basically, he’s really good at getting on people’s nerves.

I: a name meri calls herself, fa: a long, long way to run

J: A family friend of mine, J is about a year and a half older than me. Her mom, actually, was the one who steered me towards this job. J used to be a server, but now she’s in a different department. We all love her anyway.

K: ~7 ish years older than me, this gal is my Dunkin/Starbucks dealer and iPhone charger loaner. Quiet and polite, she is everyone’s go-to partner for group tasks. Holds a simmering contempt for the boyfriend who keeps distracting her best friend.

L: About a year older, more like a year and a half, L is a good friend of mine. He plays guitar. I wish I played an instrument. I really don’t know what to say. He’s a gentleman. Good people. Me gusta.

M: CC’s cousin, a year older than me. The jovial chubby friend that gets along with everyone, my bestie and confidant, game for everything. Will prod the fire of drama for entertainment, if he must.

N: Hot, Russian non-single in your area! Inspired CC to tell me, “This is what real hot Russians should look like,” until she proved to be reserved and lacking the typical American friendliness (I wonder why?). Also ~7 years older than me, and about to get married!!!

O: An old boi, he’s about 11 whole years older than me. We vibe though, and he tries to mentor me. Irritating but in a benign way. So far.

P: Cousin of CC and M, she has just recently come back to working with us after being away at uni. She’s got three years and a truckload of commonsense over me, as well as a wagonload of aesthetic appeal and sexiness. I am not sure I’m entirely straight.

Q: Almost forgot him. Relatively new, he is around K’s age. He has hair that was dyed but has now faded to orange. I respect him for his anime knowledge. Can’t say much for his work skills, but he’s nice.

And that’s pretty much it. There’s our manager, Dan; his manager, Mike; and the big boss Josh (yes, they are all midwestern white males, how did you guess?). We all love Mike, while our care for the others is highly debatable. Regardless, this list probably covers most of the people involved in the stories about to be told, so I hope it helps.

*As the three youngest employees in our department, CC, L, M, and I form a weird friend group. CC, L, and M have been referred to as “The Three Musketeers,” in honor of their camaraderie, to which I’d like to be added as D’Artagnan. Not that any of those three know about D’A--they’re too ‘cool’ to sit around reading Dumas.

*I’d also like to note that we are not, in fact, six years of age, as my stories may have and will lead you to believe. While we are on the younger side, we are all (legally, though not necessarily mentally) adults.

#Chronicles of Coworker Cain #that boi doe #the Cast #alphabet very good #ijklmnopq #gonna try for one Chronicle per week #one of my teachers said 'Thursday is the best day of the week. Prove me wrong.' i cant

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honestsycrets · 6 years ago

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No Thieves Welcome XV: Find Your Voice

❛ pairing | hvitserk x reader

❛ type | multi

❛ summary | reader takes part of the ragnarssons out to go dress shopping where hvitserk notices something peculiar…

❛ warnings | verbal argument

❛ sy’s notes | it begins.

Hvitserk didn’t mean to tune out talk of fancy ass suits. First, the blue one that made his skin crawl, then the vest that made him feel like a straight out blueberry. He had so many other things on his mind then stuffy ties that would cut off his breathing. Some masochistic motherfucker had come up with suits. He was fully ready to jump out of this shit as soon as he put it on. It was tight. Really tight.

“Shit, uncle.” He sneers, waving his fingers to snap Rollo’s hand from the tie that was making him choke. They snap back.

The light in his uncle’s eyes glistened almost pridefully of his nephew. Hvitserk let you tend to these ins and outs of picking an outfit to complement yours. With the help of his family of course. Rollo suggested no more blueberries, thank fuck. This was the nicest you’d see him, he barked earlier. The moment he was home he’d probably flick the suit off for his joggers and comfortable hoodies.

“Keep still,” his uncle says, drawing the tie into a knot that sits just “right” against his throat. “We’re almost done.”

“You keep still.” Hvitserk huffs, breath hitching in his throat. He flicks his fingers in agitation at his uncle. Stupid prom, he thinks. “At least I fuckin’ got some with her dress. I ain’t gettin’ shit stuck here with you.”

“You fucked her in the dressing room?” Rollo states, dully.

“It’s not fuckin’ if I just had a snack.”

“Of course you did.” Rollo turns his head. “You’re a Ragnarsson. Just like your father and I, Sigurdarsons. We fucked Lagertha in--”

“I don’t wanna know.” Hvitserk rushes out, erasing that mental image from his head. Not that Lagertha was a bad looking woman, in fact, his milf kink had to come somewhere. Though, he’s not sure if that was his barefoot and pregnant mother that grew his attraction to mothers or Lagertha’s single mom do it all, fuck you attitude that--

“Baby?”

You’re at the door. He smoothes over the sleek, dark suit. It’s a lot of black. From the smooth slacks towards the tight charcoal vest that sits on top of a black belt. He bends his head down, smoothing his hand over the deep blue button up. Then bending his head he looks down to his scratched up sneakers. With a squeak of his shoes, he steps out of the room.

“Hey…” He whispers. Your hands wander over his arms, accented by his skinny suit. Your glossy lips part, a warm puff of breath marking your excitement. Hvitserk brings his hand up, curling your dyed lock of hair around his fingertips. “What do you think?”

It’s incredible. It’s hot. It’s sexy.

Had you said it?

Your cheeks heat, turning your hand down his pantleg. Hvitserk jerks, almost unexpectant of your fingers massaging his shaft as soon as you found it behind the smooth slacks. You tippy toe, kissing just under his ear by his jaw.

“It’s so good baby.” You say, giggling until your eyes catch Rollo’s smug smile behind his nephew. You flutter your eyelashes and settle back flat upon your feet. Hvitserk’s hand lurches around your waist, stroking your stomach with his thumb. His sweet twins.

“Finally like it?” He asks.

“All but for the shoes.”

“Gimme a hit of that fine ass and I’ll think about it.” Hvitserk remarks.

“It’s still a no.” You sing and stop walking on tile. You turn to look at him with annoyance by propping your eyebrows up on your forehead. By the time you reach the area where Magnus was up on a slightly elevated black platform, Hvitserk flings up his hands, squeaking to a stop.

“What?” He laughs. “I went from having a lotta ass-- to no ass.”

“You get plenty of kittie.”

“It’s not the same.” He says, whining in some regard before looking to his brothers. Ubbe and Bjorn fuss over their brother while Ivar and Sigurd are nowhere in sight. Bjorn straightens out his suit jacket while Magnus cringes with an unctuous look splashed across his face. Rollo clips behind the two of you and settles in his seat. Without prompting, you leave Hvitserk’s side and step up to Magnus. He’s fiddling with his hands despite his mouth having gone dry, anxious with all of his brother’s eyes on him.

This is the family that he always longed for. Being adopted left him without a family for so long. Aethelred and Alfred were good… a great, awesome family. But it wasn’t the same. It felt different when they were there together.

“It looks good.” You reassure Magnus, taking his hands in yours to soothe the frantic shake. Hvitserk stands back, watching the sensation of peace sooth him like a wave, almost emanating. He blinks, slow and cautious past the familiar… anxiety brewing in his belly. The spike of hate from someone… touching you. Magnus is ensconced in the moment that he felt robbed of. What if--

No. You didn’t love Magnus.

You didn’t want Magnus.

A moment later, bitter iron spills into his mouth. His meaty inner cheek burns with a raw ache. The squeaking of Rollo’s chair causes him to twitch, looking down from Magnus’s face down to your hands in his. He catches himself in a long season of quiet, his gaze still upon his half-brother’s slender hands. Then, he catches something beyond his aforementioned jealousy.

A scar. Almost a fissure scratching down from the web of his thumb and index finger. Hvitserk outlines subsequent scars with his eyes not once, or twice, but over and over. They… aren’t what he thinks they are. The small scratches, almost like claws, are just happenstance. He could be cutting and that, Hvitserk thinks, would be preferable to what he suspected.

“Let’s get measured.”

Thora’s gurgling.

Ubbe comes to stand beside him, arms folded one over another. He shakes Hvitserk. It almost causes him to stagger. Magnus steps off the platform and toward the dressing rooms with jaunty steps.

Her cold, lifeless eyes. Almost a shell.

“Hvit-- Yeah.”

He cuts off his brother, baring you a short smile as he curtails with sluggish and languid steps back to the dressing rooms.

I’ll be in with you two shortly, claims the short chubby man off to fetch his things. Hvitserk sits against the wall watching his brother. His anxious eyes crease into small crescent moons, fakely sweet.

“How did you get them?”

Magnus flicks his head back, curls bouncing. “What?”

“How did you get those fuckin’ scars on your gotdamn hands.” It’s a statement. Accusatory. Hvitserk knows that his brother is rebounding an answer when he doesn’t immediately answer. It’s almost as if he’s debating which of his two or three so-called excuses will sound the most believable.

“I-- I-- Margrethe.” He blurts out at once. “Margrethe needed help.”

Good one. Half believable. Blame the crazy woman, Hvitserk thinks. If he were Bjorn, maybe he would eat it. Ubbe and he had serious doubts about his paternity. It wasn’t as if the stripper of strippers, Queen Kwenthrith hadn’t been with enough men in her lifetime.

“Help with what?”

The words sour. Hvitserk staggers up to leer down at the smaller of his brothers. There’s no talk of bowling or sweetness between brother and brother. This time, there’s only the spite left on his tongue. Where oh where is that suit attendant now?

“Cat.” He blurts out. Except, Margrethe didn’t have a cat. Or, if she did, not anymore.

Hvitserk leans back, raising his head to look down in indignant annoyance at his brother. He tries to reason with himself. Not here, not now. You were out there. You would be there to hear if his little fuckface cried wolf. If there was one thing that Hvitserk was certain of… it was that you were not going to break up with him again. Not over this little bitch in front of him. He cracks a smile.

“I bet you miss (Y/N), don’t you?” Hvitserk drawls out with an intuitive smile. “You haven’t seen her in a long time.”

“You’ve been hogging her,” he says in a click of his tongue. Hvitserk’s head tilts, looking for the expression behind his flaxen curls. The shadows of his hair hides it from him.

“Boyfriends do that. I’m the one she wants. When she wakes up in the morning, it's me. When she sleeps, it’s me. And when she motherfucking gives birth, guess whose babies those are?”

Magnus clicks his dry throat as he attempts to swallow, backing up until his back hits the faux wall. In a bode of confidence, Magnus looks up, biting the tears that bubble at the side of his eyes. He frowns at the thought. Oh, Hvitserk can see it in his eye. His breathing hitches and he swallows it, dropping his hand back to sway against the wall behind him.

“Yo-- You’re just a boyfriend,” he dares say. “She doesn’t ne--need a boyfriend.”

“With twins?” Hvitserk draws out a deep laugh. “You’ve never had kids, huh? No siblings? No, right… I forgot, your mother is dead. You’ve never had any. In fact, I’m not altogether sure you’re even my brother.”

Hvitserk wins when the tears stream over Magnus’s round cheeks, dripping down onto the suit that Bjorn said looked so right for him. If there was ever a warning, here it was. He considers Magnus with a sharp look. Hvitserk knows. He’s spent too long, way too long waiting to do this. He should have put Magnus in his place and kept this bubbling idiot in his place long ago.

“She needs me. So I’m makin’ her my wife before she pushes out my fuckin’ kids.”

“N-No.”

“Say that again.” Hvitserk’s head turns, twisting so close now that Magnus can feel the brush of his lips against his, spitting with his hate for him. There’s a knock on the door, two rasps before the man clears his throat. He feels the weight of Hvitserk’s words, the threat behind it. Still, he carries on.

“I said no.”

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