#and yea i KNOW that's still young. i just hate how time passes so fast and i can barely do anything but let it fall through my fingers

[ethos-labrador]

fuck. i'm gonna be 27 soon

[samalong2]

Campfire

My dad left me when i was young, It was on my fifth birthday I was devastated but held onto the few memories I have and what my mom and brother tell me, Joshua said he kept his distance from him acting more like a roommate then stepdad and seemed tense around his own dad during house swaps with my mom. I doubt Joshua even wants a stepdad or really cared when he left he still has his dad, to him mine was just mom’s boyfriend that gave him an annoying half sister. Mom always said he met him and his friend on a discount cruise after the divorce and they got along so well that the three of them kept in touch and they got together, I can't ask any further about him after he moved in since after was her pregnancy with me, all I know is that I had a twin brother in the womb and i absorbed him. It always led to mom crying over the loss but assuring me it wasn't my fault and she didn't blame me, I get it but hearing her say it's not my fault over and over starts to make me feel like it is my fault in some way. I think he was supportive but sullen not eating or drinking at all but I never got far enough to ask.

To me he was my dad of course, I remember him as the more chill parent. He’d let me stay up late watching Pg13 movies. We would also play a lot and roughhouse outside he’d call it training so i'd be a warrior princess or something I can't remember exactly. It would freak my mom out but he always claimed I could handle it, one time he tried to prove it by throwing a foam football out at me, I was fine like he said but that wasn't what made it memorable. It was memorable cause afterwards I watched my mom yell at him and when I suggested she ground him with a grin she actually did! It was the usual grounding she gave us. We lost access to the remote so if we wanted to watch tv it would be whatever anyone else wanted to watch. It was also the first time Me and Joshua got along and teamed up cause we made sure to put on the shows he hated during his usual lounge time.

But I also remember his claim or proof that he was my dad that no one else could know, it's blurry but I remember getting home from trick or treating, I was told that I was already acting up by the time we got home and I tried to sneak the candy upstairs I was caught and told i couldn't just eat it all by him, apparently that was the breaking point and i did in fact just headbutt my dad. I also remember the aftermath, barely that I grounded from the remote and that him and my brother pulled the same stunt on me, playing only shows I hated.

everything was quiet he seemed grumpy and after a bit he seemed like a more disheveled less slightly version of himself slowly over time but I didn't want to question him about that, “What was your job, y’know that you left us for” I piped up fumbling with my seat belt and observing the car at least his taste was the same, tacky and purple,.

His face visibly tensed up for a bit before he let out a long drawn sigh rubbing his temples , “Being a god n other godly duties doesn't leave much time for family”. He had a flair when he said that, waving his hand like I asked a taxi driver for his job.

I only glared, waiting for him to stop being sarcastic and answer me, but he only drank his diet coke and kept driving, Ill have to press him later. As a kid I always imagined he ran a cruise due to all the old Hawaiian shirts he left behind. As soon as that thought crossed my mind I remembered my mom! “My mom is probably scared,” I muttered. She was probably also loading a gun to kill my uncle if he wasn't already dead from the crash.

“Yea yea ill call her when we get to camp and deal with her wrath, now get to sleep it's a long drive and i don't want to make any stops cause you see some roadside crap” just as he insisted I realized how my eyes felt heavy, I did have a long day everything happened so fast suddenly the landscape outside the window became blurry and the car window felt soft, immediately I passed out leaving my dad to deal with my snoring.

It felt like I was only out for a few moments but it was a deep sleep, the type where I felt like I was floating. When I woke up the car was in an empty field “this isn't a camp”. was all I could mutter frustrated and lost.

“Keep looking,” he said, crossing his arms and tapping his foot. I kept staring but it was just a foggy strawberry field but he expected something. While I waited for him to tell me what this camp thing was my eyes started to unfocus only to be interrupted when he cleared his throat. Almost immediately I saw a huge camp amongst the fields with a clear sky!

“What is this!” I turned confused, only to be met with a surprise. He looked different, more aggressive looking and his face all red, definitely not the man in all my family photos and not even the guy who drove me here a bit ago. “And why are you so weird looking now!”. I shouted pointing at him to his displeasure as his face visibly burrowed in annoyance and rage.

“I am a god and you will show abstain from insulting me!”. I never heard his voice boom like that it made me shut up for once but I was mad he literally shape shifted or something, I hate this.

“come on brat follow me the orientation film will explain the mist” he just said it like it was normal.

The camp was amazing though I never saw anything like the cabins. One was blasting metal music and one was covered in what looked like real plants that matched the fall season with bright red leaves. I never saw changing leaves in Texas?. “Where are we?” I asked before a guy in a wheelchair rolled over, but only after a few blinks I saw he was a very confused centaur.

“Who Is this?” He asked my dad like he wasn't half of a damn horse. I could only stare, mouth agape until a leaf blew in my mouth and I started coughing.

“This here is the reason you don't get drunk on a cheap cruise ride” he snickered, smacking me on the back which did stop my coughing but I didn't know how to take his joke.

Horse Dude glanced at me and then back at him “I'm assuming she's yours Mr D, the protocols” I didn't know what the D stood for, he went by Dennis when I was a kid but I don't think you call someone Mr then their first name I don't think I ever found out his last name.

“The hell is going on!” I couldn't help but pipe up “This guy is half a horse and where are we!” Mr D just rolled his eyes, seeming annoyed by the horse dude questioning him.

“Quit your outburst, that's whats the film for Chiron can you show her to the film”.

The film was alot to wrap my mind around. I still didn't fully comprehend it, Apollo guy was cute though and I probably should have paid attention when we read the odyssey instead of zoning out. when I finished and walked out to the big house where Mr D seemed to finally be calling my mom.

I knew it was her as even though he wasn't on speaker a loud yelling in a thick southern accent was heard, I didn't know if she knew she was yelling at a god but I wouldn't be surprised if she knew but didn't care. Whenever I glanced around the leaf covered camp I noticed some campers staring or trying to make it look like they weren't staring. I could only glare back.

“Your Mom is gonna send your stuff n other clothes” he shrugged as I looked down to look at my pajamas.

“Camp shop is that way” was all he had to say.

Having no money I just went to my cabin rummaging to see if my apparent half brother's left any pants since the bright orange t shirt was provided, it was fall and they were summer campers so now it was finders keepers godly or not I'm gonna treat them like my non demigod half brother. I found a old ripped pair of jeans and slipped them on.

I had to loosen the seams so they would fit, just what I needed being too fat to fit into a guy's jeans. Great today was lovely and I totally wouldn't rather be at home playing basketball for my birthday. Was it still my birthday? We went from Texas to New York so that's maybe two days? I can't estimate numbers well, holy shit was I asleep the entire time maybe gods could teleport I dunno.

Once the seams Were loose enough to fit I found another problem: they dragged on the floor forcing me to awkwardly bunch them up around my legs. For the rest of the day I only slept on what was likely a free bed, out of the four bunk beds only two out of the ten or eight after i fully counted instead of estimating but the two seemed well worn out with one bright yellow bed set and the other was messy with some groovy 90's set and the top bunks seemed to be used as a storage junk shelf.

There was a schedule I could hear outside campers move around as I slept but no one came looking as I probably wasn't in the system or something. It wasn't till dark that a knocking on the door woke me up.

When I opened the door I Saw a tan blonde surfer looking dude. “Hey you're the new cabin 12 kid, you haven't really been well out if your cabin all day. I know it's your first day but it'd probably be best to participate.” He seemed unusually nervous “cmon the campfire is being set up I'll sit with you”, he smiled but looked behind him to a few campers behind him.

He was sunny and also from Texas even introduced me to another kid Leo from there. They were more welcoming Than my dad who sat at the other end silently listening to the sing along, drinking diet coke.

Soon as the singing died down and it was just the faint music from the more devoted apollo kids strumming lyre’s idly as even they chatted amongst themselves. “So Mr.D is the only god actually here?” I couldn't help but ask, it felt weird that a camp revolving around one of your parents being gods would not at least have you meet them.

He chuckled with a smile. He seemed overly positive in an almost annoying way. “No most campers get claimed at one point from olympus, your sort of a special case with Mr. D being the camp director while on probation.” He explained it, it made sense. I'm not sure a bunch of gods in one camp would go well. But still my stomach churned as I ate a mixture of s'more and hair that got Stuck to the melted marshmallow.

Despite the minimal burnt it tasted like ash and my heart was at the bottom of my chest while I looked at the stars pondering my life. “How'd you get to camp?” I asked using the log as a pillow ignoring the ants biting my thighs.

He smiled also star gazing “I was visiting new york with my mom and we got attacked by Stymphalian birds which were like really angry pigeons who think demigod flesh is like beef jerky then at out hotel a satyr explained things and brought Me to camp” he was reminiscing like that wasn't terrifying. Although it felt cooler than your uncle trying to hold you for ransom at least it involved monsters and goat dudes but I was a demigod it felt weird.

“I don't want to talk about how I got here it's uhm too scary” I staggered trying to look cool and like my family wasn't going through heaps of drama while I stargazed. His eyes lit up with intrigue but he nodded it off as the horn for bed blew out.

Luckily I already had my pajamas still fresh from being dragged away from home and maybe a few days old I don't know how long I was out or how long he put me out or if he could even teleport a whole car or if he could even teleport to begin with.

I only put on the pajama pants I didn't want to put them on to begin with but I couldn't sleep in ill fitted jeans.

Scratch that I couldn't sleep to begin with, the cabin was so early. The ivy hanging from the ceiling looked like tentacles in the dark, the plush white conversation pit now looked like a bottomless pit, and the small stage across the cabin felt empty for some reason. I turned over to look at my half brother's bunks. They also chose the bottom bunks made sense cause it feels like they overestimated the amount of basterds dionysus would have running around. The furthest one had a weird retro 90's groovy style with the weird pattern it had on the bedspread and the one next to mine was a simple yellow set.

But my eyes focused upwards to the top bunks, apparently it's only been two people in here for too long that the dusty plain bedspreads were being used as plush shelves, of course since they were away till summer it wasn't a lot. The furthest one had a old baseball bat So worn down it was about to snap in half it was also littered with Mardi Gras beads that were also dusty some even broke leaving stray beads over the bed. The one next to me had a old stuffed toy that looked like a three headed dragon piled on old doodles of notebook paper with publix scribbled in the corner. I'd have to check again when it wasn't dark and I could properly look at it but I hoped my new half brother wasn't named after a grocery store chain.

[atangledfate]

Was it the first time she'd spoken of her Uncle? It wasn't like she was ashamed of him far from it. If not for her Uncle Tangle would have been shoved into an Orphanage when her mother passed away. He helped her learn to deal with her anger issues, and channel it into something more productive! HER FISTS! He was the one light in her life after that tragedy. She adored him, he was as much a father to her as she'd ever have.

She laughed a little at Espia calling her uncle an old badger, yea she had said that hadn't she? She probably talked more about her uncle as her Sensai then her family both were true, and he was a rough old codger! But few people could make her smile as much as he did! Her love of Puns, Martial arts and Mythology and Tales all stemmed from her uncle and his stories!

" Hah! Yea Uncle is my Sensai! I guess i talk about him more as my trainer then anything else! but, he kinda adopted my brother and i after mum passed. Back then i was a real ball of angry and angst! use to wear lots of spikes an, black everything! hated the world! and all that ya know! "

She kind of laughed at the image of her young self! despite how hurt she was back then she really was just sad, and wanted to cry but was to stubborn to let herself.

" Anyway! Uncle took us in, helped me focus all that anger into Martial arts! a little discipline and alot of busted dummies later, i turned out to be pretty good at it! He encouraged me to try MMA and expand my horizons! heh rest is history! "

The next question did make her stop fully, as she hadn't really thought about Whisper or Jewel. Honestly, she had only thought about this since the crash and---well...

" ... No, not yet... Whisp will probably be her stoic self. She's been distant for so long ever since i broke up with her... ya know before we started dating... "

She worried about her, but well she tried so hard and the wolf always pushed her away. They were still friends, would always be friends but, Whisper was just to paranoid and hurt to let anyone in.

" Jewel... gosh that's gonna be a hard one... especially right now after what happened. But yea... i need to, Everything's kind of happened so fast... boy, that's gonna be a hard convo..."

Espia still remembered that fight, harsh words exchanged as both chameleons wanted what they thought was best for their people....but neither of them could find a compromise. Hot tempers flared and.... he demanded to know if she was choosing the world of the west and their values over their own. War had been about to break out in both places and she couldn't defend both.... She remembered the heartbreak she had felt at those words and the immediate regret on her father's face when he realized what he had said. But....he didnt take it back, nor did he back down. He made her choose. She didn't regret her choice....despite the pain she felt the entire way home with her new clan.

She distracted herself by eating her carrot cake while Tangle was recovering from the fluster that Espia had inflicted upon her. She'd never apologize for that. Tangle was too cute whenever she turned THAT red. The ninja clan leader had pretty much finished the small slice by the time Tangle spoke again.

"As I understand it my home is...much more volatile than it is in other worlds." She had talked to Espio a few times about the differences, seemed most versions of the clans preferred to keep to their isolation....rather than clashing blades. "I think this is the first time you've told me about your uncle actually. Usually I hear you mentioning your brother from time to time but this is a first. Also an old badger you called your sensei if I remember right. I'd love to meet your uncle, Tangle."

"Speaking of family....have you talked to Whisper and Jewel about this?" She always considered those two the same as Tangle's family, she was....surprised when Whisper kept her distance today. Despite one of the Wisps even saying hello to Charmette...

[morgansmoreid]

Secrets  • Derek Morgan • Three

Fic Masterlist

Name: Happy Moments and Old Friends

Warnings: Sexual Content

(Italics Stand For Flashbacks)

Y/n lets go of her father's hands and switches the suitcase to her other side. She hates the man before her but she still leans in and presses a small kiss to his cheek, pulling back to examine him. Clean, is the word she would use to describe him. Colored hair and a shaved face, her father looked younger than she could pin him.

"Is it still the same?" Y/n points to the glass door. "It's been so long."

Y/F/N only nods and turns to hold the door for the three agents. Y/n goes in last, goosebumps on her arms from the seconds no one watches the two. But as Y/F/N makes no moves, she slowly calms down and ignores the looks she gets. She's her father's twin, she knows that, but from the way she carried herself past years, she can see the shock in some people's eyes as the badge resides on the band of the pants.

"Here." Y/F/N takes the three agents into the big conference room. The room Y/n was never allowed to go in, the one that held every meeting that pulled her father away from her life, the one she dreaded.

Y/F/N didn't follow Derek, Penelope, and Y/n into the room, leaving them to interrogate.

"Fields?" Derek was a little hurt and the sudden front his partner put on.

"Not now." Y/n shut down any further questions and walked past her team members to start the step up. The board looked clean halfway through, papers in order, and information that Y/n wrote up made it easier on Penelope, who was still giving Y/n the cold shoulder.

The silence the three create as they work is not tense. Frankly, the only sounds are Y/n's nails against her tablet and Penelope's keys being clacked against her research, mixed in with a little bit of Derek's blocky writing against his yellow pad.

Well, it was silent, until the door busted open with an angry man coming in and screaming at Y/n. "You should have answered my damn text!" He screamed, walking towards her, causing her to step out of her seat and back to the nearest wall. Derek did the same but in the protection of his girlfriend. "I was worried sick and you couldn't even bother to text me a quick answer? What the fuck is that about?" The man is still screaming until he is shut down by Derek.

"Excuse you!" He walks forward, his body still protecting Y/n's. "Watch yourself and who you talk to like that!" Derek isn't screaming like Deputy James, the tag on his uniform reads. Deputy James Diaz. But Derek's tone is indeed strict. It's rare anyone hears him speak as he did moments ago, even on cases. Daiz steps down. Derek doesn't move his body from Y/n but she moves from behind him to next to him.

"We can talk about this later." She looked him straight in the eye. Fear from her father still ran through Y/n's bloodstream as she spoke, but Y/n stood her ground and watched James slowly back up before he left the room himself. His face too looked cleaner and he overall looked better. It's hard to look at James from the last time they were alone together, but that didn't stop Y/n from seeing the differences.

For years and years, he kept quiet about his feelings to the woman next to him. Her hair smelled like flowers as she laid on his shoulder, hands connected as they watched the stars off of his apartment building roof.

"You are one the reasons I still come back to the wretched town, James," Y/n spoke truthfully. "You are the one friend that has always stayed by me."

James only smiled and looked at Y/n. She sits up from his shoulder and they meet eyes. It's regular to her so she doesn't stop him when his hand caresses her cheek. It's not regular when his lips meet hers and at first she wants to say something. But he kisses her again and she doesn't stop him. Y/n gets pulled in closer and lets James run his hand on her back.

"Should we?" Y/n's words drift.

"I've wanted to for as long as I could imagine." James honestly replied.

"Who was that?" Penelope finally spoke up.

"The deputy. Also, an old friend that I fell out of touch with."

"And what is talking about you not answering his text? What is going on here?" Derek pushed his writing pad aside.

"My high school reunion is in 4 days, on Saturday. James and a few others texted me because everyone wanted to know I was coming, I didn't reply because I didn't expect to be here." Y/n speaks fast, and if years with Spencer didn't help the two in the past, it helped them now as they picked up every word.

"And you didn't say anything? We could have made it if you were concerned about work-"

"I didn't want to go in the first place," Y/n spoke words that had less meaning of what she truly meant. Derek nor Penelope continued the conversation after that and tried to get back to work. It was only 8 A.M in the hot state and as much as they needed coffee, no one wanted the shitty police coffee they get every case.

20 minutes passed and Penny headed out to find a bathroom. Derek still hadn't said anything and only fiddled with his pen as his mind stayed blank. Eyes stayed on the filled page as the sound of Y/n getting up from her chair played in his ears. He tried to ignore her as he could until she placed a hand on his shoulder. No, he didn't shove her off or push her away, even though his muscles tensed.

"Babe.." Y/n called, turning her head to the closed door and the blinded window next to her before turning back. "I'm sorry, I should have told you."

"Yea. You should've." Derek scoffed, leaning himself back in the office chair he resided in. "I mean come on Y/n, this is the type of thing we are supposed to talk about."

"I know. I know." Y/n easily fits herself between the conference table and Derek. "I just can't be here and didn't want to think about it so I just ignored it in general, and I am so so sorry I didn't tell you." Derek takes Y/n's hands and closes them in his.

"It's ok, just.., let's get to the bottom of this case so we can go home ok?" Y/n nods and leans down pressing a small kiss to Derek's lips.

"How about we get this day over and at least hit the hotel? Wouldn't that be nice, daddy?" She smirked and whispered, the door making her pull away before she could receive an answer. Penelope sat down, more focused while the two soon joined her. It was just the three in the room for a while. When Aaron and Emily joined them first, evidence came with them, leaving Y/n to add it to the board.

"Y/L/N, you're 29 right?" Penelope finally spoke to the woman.

A small mhm left Y/n as she peeled the glove from her hand.

"But Christina and Rose are 32? How would you guys share the same reunion?"

But before Y/n could answer the given question, Aaron had his own.

"Reunion? You didn't say anything?"

"Small high school reunion for all. Not just for the seniors, we don't do that here. Technically, I still have 3 left to go because this year would be their senior year." Y/n clarified. "I didn't need to say anything because I don't ever come back to the place. Not for birthdays, weddings, I'm the black sheep that everyone knows."

And with that, Y/n proudly shut down the unwanted questions her way. Aaron looked over to Derek, surprised when he seemed equally confused. Y/n didn't say she knew the victims, but she talked about them as if she did and Aaron wrote it down as questions to bring up when his subjects came in for questioning later that day.

Penelope's profile and research grew more as the team was reunited again but she still didn't understand why or who was targeting these women.

"I set up times for everyone Hotch," Penelope closed tabs on her computer. She tried to stay focused but after 3 hours and more looking at horrible crime photos, she needed her baby kittens and pandas.

"Good, thank you," Aaron said, leaving the question in the air. "Lunch anyone? We all have to be hungry."

"Yea, any good places?" David put down his own work before turning over to Y/n.

"I'll ask around."

"You don't remember any?" A voice at the door spooked everyone.

"Nope." Y/n popped the P. Now that she was around her team, her father didn't scare her. Confidence boosted around her.

Spencer looked between Y/F/N and Y/n multiple times before saying some of the others were thinking. "Is he your brother? You both look identical!"

"No!" Y/n responded offended. Yes, her father cleaned up his act but there was no way he looked that young. "And it's not important, the only thing I remember is a diner about 15 minutes from here."

"It is important, I'm her father. But Y/n's right, there is a diner called Happy's 10 minutes west." He crossed his arms and rested his face. His eyebrow twitched, but Y/n ignored it and looked past him, out to the open.

"Not that important," She mumbled. "Let's go eat, I'll drive."

Y/n followed her father into the '80s themed diner. She stood behind him and watched as he tapped the bell.

"Hey, Lennie! Wanted to get me a coffee and my Daredevil a bagel before I headed in for the day, can you whip it up for us?" Y/F/N talked to the manager that had walked out of the back. The stupid nickname Y/n had since she was four made Lennie look at her, giving her a half-wave that she gave back.

"Sure Bud, on the house for our favorite sheriff and his wonderful daughter."

Y/n pulled the car into park and Aaron did the same. The team was large, one vehicle wasn't nearly enough. Y/n was the first to get out, holding open the door for everyone. The diner was almost empty. Only one woman resided in the back, her hair so long that her face was covered by it. She didn't want to be seen, that was clear. Y/n tapped the bell and waited for someone to come out, shocked, to say the least when Lennie came out.

"Lennie!" She said happily, putting a smile on the old man's face.

"Daredevil! You're back!" Lennie walked around the counter and hugged Y/n like never before. It was soon he learned why she got the name daredevil and it stuck until now.

"I am back, and pretty hungry, you still have those magic skills of yours?"

"You know it! Come sit, come sit," Lennie walked over to a booth and seated everyone. He more than happily took everyone's order and every so often he checked on the lady who sat in the back. For once, Y/n was happy to be home. Dipping her fries in the milkshake, true laughter ran from Y/n. For once, no one was pushing her. For once, everything was calm.

Lennie insisted that lunch was on the house and he had it covered, but Y/n still slipped that 100 dollars bill in his pocket like it was nothing. She hopped back into the driver's seat and led the way down the street, window open and the air humid now that the sun was fully out.

The time that displayed itself on her watch said 2:35. They had been out for less than 2 hours, and it was the best time she has had here in a while. Y/n walks into the station with a small smile and joins the team back to the conference room. Everyone is in a better mood. Work comes to them naturally and the only thing that stops the peaceful space is James.

"There has been another body- Daniela Choi."

[sleepy-yn]

Stray Kids: Reacting to their GF Missing Them

A/N: This is basically something I’ve been daydreaming about fjfdjkk so there’s that. Basically their Gf’s record themselves on tiktok to the song “Mr. Loverman” and “Me and my Husband” and the boys see it. ALSO the boys don’t have a dating ban here and they are public with their relationship (some more than others) NOT PROOF READ

Chan:

 You were still in Uni and it was stressful being a student

it’s also very stressful when your sweet boyfriend lives across the world

you had visited him for a week recently but, obviously, you had to go back home

it was one of those early morning study sessions because you really needed to pass this quiz

 you looked up at the picture frames on your desk and tears started to spill over the keyboard

you missed chan so much it hurt in your chest

 like if there was a hole where your heart should be

you decided to scroll through tiktok as a way to escape from your sadness 

that’s when you heard the song “Mr Loverman” for the thousandth time and you decided to let your feelings out

chan’s fans knew he was in a relationship but he cared too much about your privacy that he never introduced you to his fans

after you finished uploading the tiktok, you decided to get back to studying 

chan was finishing up his work for the afternoon when Felix came into the studio

“Hyung look” he shoved his phone into chan’s face

we all know felix has a secret tiktok

Chan saw you sitting at your desk, tears in your eyes and several words on the screen

the familiar lyrics “I’m Mr. Loverman, and I miss my lover man” while he read what you wrote broke his heart into a million pieces

“i miss him so much. I want to see him again.” 

tears threatened to spill from his own eyes as he watched you look so broken

felix took that as his cue to give chan some space

He needed to see your face even though he knew it was late

accepting the facetime call, you almost sobbed at seeing your handsome boyfriends face

“Hey babygirl’

“hi channie”

“Why are you still awake, love?”

“i miss you too much” you said in a whisper, a pout on your lips and your voice quivering

it was all about to spill out again, your emotions were just not in tact at the moment

“baby please don’t cry” :( i’m literally about to cry writing this

He wishes so badly that he could be there to wipe your tears

chan hated seeing you sad, you crying was his ultimate weakness

After calming down, he told you to stop studying and get some rest

he hummed the familiar tune to you while you fell into a soft slumber

you bet your ass that he booked the soonest flight to go see you

Minho

please i can’t get enough of this gif

so you lived in korea with minho 

you both lived in an apartment together and although small, it was your home

you worked as a therapist for young adults and dealt with a lot every day

you and him never really saw each other during the day because of how busy you two were

it was comeback season so that meant he was rarely home

actually, he wasn’t home at all; he stayed at the dorms with the boys so that transportation and work was easier

so the house felt even emptier and although you were extremely supportive of the boys you missed your husband

so one night when you got home from work, you just burst into tears

a patient of yours talked about losing his first love and yadayadayada

it just hit you for some reason

but you knew it was stupid to cry, you should be happy your husband was back with his brothers and doing what he loves

so while you made dinner you continued, you listened to the playlist you made for these types of scenarios

and with your luck, the song “Me and my Husband” started playing

all the emotions you had been holding in flowed back out as you related to every word

what you didn’t know was that Minho was done early today and was making his way back home to you

and at the perfect moment, when the line “But when he walks in, I am loved” he walked in the door

turning to look at him, you couldn’t stop the smile from spreading across your face

jumping into his arms, he staggered back a bit but held you nonetheless 

“Did someone miss me?” he smirked 

“oh shut up and kiss me” and that he did

all your sadness faded away and the stress taking place in your body relaxed

“you really missed me didn’t you?” he said, wiping what was left of your tears

“yea yea, now come help me with dinner”

he couldn’t wish to be anywhere else but here with you

Changbin

look at his smile pls 

you and changbin have been married for about a year now 

his fans were super supportive and they honestly were warning HIM not to break your heart

you were a youtuber and a producer who made music for groups like KARD and VAV

so obviously you and changbin barely saw each other when you two were busy

however, you had a day off but changbin on the other hand had to help chan with a song

even though today was your anniversary, you made him go help out chan

your marriage was important but you knew how important music is to him and the boys

looking around the house at the pictures of the both of you, you started to get teary eyed

all the memories came hitting you like a bus rip george o’malley

you decided to put all these memories into a video not only to put your emotions somewhere but for the fans as well

but there was a twist at the end no one expected

while Changbin and Chan were focused on the track they were working on, Jisung came in to show changbin something

“Just look”

changbins attention went to the video in front of him

there you were doing your makeup and a couple textboxes showed up talking about how depressed you were in the past

you were not in a good state of mind and weren’t sure life was for you

that was until Changbin walked into your life *cue “But when he walks in I am loved”*

He smiled at all the pictures of you and him; your first dates, the proposal, the wedding, and more couple pictures

but what he wasn’t expecting was the last picture

there you were, holding a pregnancy test with a hand covering your smile

bet your ass all of twitter was already talking about it, that’s how jisung found it

both chan and jisung were hopping off the walls congratulating changbin

He packed up all his stuff and rushed home as fast as he could

when he walked in, there you were in bed watching his music videos

He didn’t even say anything, all he did was kiss you and hug you so tight in his arms as if your were going to slip away

“So I’m guessing this means you’re happy?”

He kissed you again “Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

“I wanted to surprise you” you shrugged

he layed in bed with you, head on your belly

“See that? Those are your uncles, they already want to meet you” you giggled

“and that is your daddy, I’m going to protect you with all I am. I already love you so much”

“what are you doing, Binnie?”

“shush woman I’m talking to my baby

you rolled your eyes, “i was your baby first”

He cupped your cheek and looked into your eyes

“you still are, you’re just my big baby” 

giggles filled the air as you two wondered what your future would look like

Hyunjin

now hyunjin is a special case

all your days were filled with laughter and fun, your relationship was never dull

but recently he couldn’t be with you as much as you wanted

there were rumors about hyunjin dating and him and the company weren’t sure whether to deny or admit it

so for the mean time, you two couldn’t see each other for a bit

your days began getting dull and gray, you missed your energy boy

it didn’t help that you were just about to graduate and the stress of your future was filling your head

one day, it got too much and you spent the day crying

you missed hyunjin so much and wished he could be there with you

so what do you do to organize your thoughts?

make a tiktok

choosing the song “Mr Loverman” you record yourself sitting in your bed, head in your arms and curled up in a ball

the text went along like

“If it benefits him, I want him to let me go. I miss him so much but I know that this means the world to him. I just want to hold him”

of course the viewers had no idea what you were talking about, except for one

felix walked towards where the members were having dinner

“hyung look”

watching the video and listening to the lyrics, his chest felt so heavy

he wanted to throw everything up because the sadness was eating him up

“i have to see her”

although the boys were worried about the media and what the company would say, they still let him go

sitting on the floor against your bed listening to the song on repeat, you didn’t hear hyunjin come in

spotting you, he sat in the spot next to you

you jumped and looked at him with wide eyes 

“hyunjin you can’t be here! what about the company and the saesangs and-”

he kissed you and held you in his arms

“i don’t care about any of that. If i can’t have you, I don’t want any of it.”

there you two sat, holding hands and looking at the moonlight from your window

he didn’t need to have supporters when his main supporter was sitting right next to him

Jisung

i miss minsung omg 

you were an idol and it was no secret that you and jisung were in love with each other 

but your companies forbid you two from being with one another, at least until you had a couple more years of being an idol

you and jisung had to pretend you were best friends, but that also meant no seeing each other very often

you wanted so bad just to say fuck it and come out to the public anyway

but you knew how much music meant to him

both of your fans weren’t even mad about the rumors, they were more mad at the invasion of privacy

one day, you had a video scheduled to do a cover

and what song did you want to sing? “Mr Loverman” of course

there you sat, in a blue turtleneck topped by a brown coat and plaid tennis skirt

as you sang, the lyrics just kept getting to you

you didn’t cry but when fans watched and analyzed the video, they noticed parts where your eyes watered

stray kids were one of the first viewers

there they sat in the dorm in front of the tv

watching you sing, they all praised your voice and how pretty you looked

but jisung noticed how the song affected you, and honestly it affected him too

he got his jacket and left the dorm, ignoring the boys calls and yells

arriving at your apartment, he knocked softly

and there you were, in one of his sweaters and tears in your arms

before any of you could say anything, he hugged you and tucked his head into your neck

“jisung?” your hands played with his hair

“ we can make this work, i don’t want to lose you”

after a while of talking, you too were just watching tv and cuddling, *like in the gif*

you didn’t want to be anywhere but with him

Felix

this gif makes me fall more in love with him

Felix and you have been a couple for about a year and a half

your fans loved how wholesome your relationship was

he was the light of your life and was the biggest energy booster

felix was always cooking and baking for you

now you were another idol but you were a solo artist

you also compose songs for groups like day6

so one day you were on the radio show that young k brian hosts

“so y/n, you are very open about your relationship with Felix. what is a song that reminds you of him or your relationship.”

you talked about the song “Me and my Husband”, making sure to remind people that you and felix aren’t married yet

so they asked you to sing a part of the song for them

as you sing the lines “But when he walks in I am loved, I am loved” 

they all talked about how nice your voice was and continued talking about your career

but at one point, there was a phone call to the radio show

it was felix, you were so shocked that he would call but nonetheless it made you giggle

during the call, he told you to look over the the door

you looked over and there he was, drawing a heart with his breathe that hit the window *like in the gif*

you blushed and laughed at him

you can guess how much twitter was freaking out over the interaction

at home later, you thanked him for making your day

“i just love being your number one supporter”

Seungmin 

im so in love with him

although seungmin and your relationship was fairly new, you two didn’t spend as much time together

you knew each other’s boundaries and knew how much your personal lives mattered

but that didn’t mean you didn’t miss each other

you were still in school technically but you also were an intern at a hospital

this meant that you didn’t have time to spend time with seungmin since you were either at your internship or studing

your favorite pastime was tiktok and playing the piano

so in the small free time that you had, you would post covers on tiktok and you gained a huge following 

seungmin and the rest of the boys followed you on their personal accounts they have one and we all know it

However one day, you were missing seungmin terribly 

your body ached for the feeling of his hugs and kisses on your nose

your followers kept suggesting for you to cover the song “Mr. Loverman” so you used this opportunity to let your emotions out

Seungmin was scrolling through his following on his tiktok account and he found your new video

your sweet silky voice filled his ears and he couldn’t help but smile

but his heart was starting to feel heavy and he noticed how your voice broke just a bit

after he finished watching and saving the video, he decided to video call you

and there he was, with so much love in his eyes

“I missed you” 

“i miss you too minnie” 

the two of you kept on the conversation being the sweetest couple ever

he made sure to never let you feel like that again

Jeongin

hes growing up so fast im crying

you and innie were still in school

and we all know how he is so obviously being in a relationship was fairly new and crazy to him

however you had a semi career on youtube where you posted singing and dance covers of numerous songs

recently, your music teacher assigned for you and the rest of your peers to sing or create a song that you relate to deeply OR reflects on your life

you browsed through songs like Gone Days, Zombie, and other various kpop songs

but you wanted to be different and do an english song

you were pretty good at english, since it was a class you chose to take

you also knew that your viewers were wanting an english cover on your channel for a while 

deciding to chose the song “mr. loverman”, you started to record

unbeknownst to you, these videos were going to be shown to several other classes 

one happening to be jeongins

while in the big auditorium, several students gasped and praised your singing skills

jeongin, however, looked over at you with stars in his eyes

after school, you both went out to your favorite cafe and back to the dorms

“you sounded really good” his cheeks were heating up

“i was singing about you, you know”

that earned you a kiss on your cheek and cuddles the rest of the day

[everyhowlmarksthedead]

PARTNER IN CRIME.

Obispo “Bishop” Losa x Reader.

Anon 1 asked: i would like to request an imagine with soft morning sex and cuddles with bishop

Anon 2 asked: Hiya! Can you do something like young bishop moving to santo padre to start the Mayans charter there and reader had to hear the news from Marcus because Bish didn’t want to tell her or make her feel obligated to move for him? Potentially with some smutty fluff please? Love your writing!

Warnings: NSFW, smut.

Word count: 2k

Thanks to my lovely beta reader @chibsytelford 💖

Author Comments: I hope you all enjoy. Gif isn't mine.

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A finger playing with your nose provokes you some smooth tickles on the beginning of the left small hole, trying to slap it with closed eyes and a grunt of annoyance escaping from your throat right to your lips. When you think it's done after some seconds when you're about to fall asleep, the finger appears again to tease you, hearing some soft laughs by your side. One of your feet go straight to his shinbone. Bishop complains between loud laughs, stirring above the bed. You smile kinda sleepy, knowing that he's not going to leave you alone. He holds you between his arms, lying you on his chest as you curl your legs above it too. Sinking your face on his neck, you enjoy the last seconds of peace before start the day. The most important of the year, at least, for you two.

“You're finally awake”. He says with feigned innocence, caressing your hair and your cheek.

“Yea', I have a fuckin' child in my bed, fuckin' me up all the fuckin' time…”

“Since almost ten years ago”. He interrupts you, leaving your body by his side, so he can fill all your face with dear and gently kisses.

Placing a leg on his waist, you push him closer of it's possible, resting your head above the pillow getting lost in his dark eyes, touring his neck with your fingertips. You know every inch of his skin by heart, and you can't even choose a favorite one.

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Marcus' words were dancing inside your head since this morning, when the fact that he was going to open a new charter seemed to escape him. You knew why Bishop didn't tell you nothing, you knew him pretty well after two years being inseparables. You didn't even need words to know what he was thinking at every exactly moment. So you took a decision, as he did. Without asking.

Your hands didn't stop moving when the main door got opened, grabbing all your clothes from the wardrobe to keep it inside a big suitcase on your bed. Maybe you were too young, but you weren't stupid and you could make your own decisions. You could heard Bishop swallowing behind your back, turning at him just for a second and seeing him biting his lower lip with his gaze above his boots. Seemed like he knew he fucked up the only good thing he had in life, but he didn't know how to fix it.

All he wanted in life was protect you. But he did it by the wrong way. Tijuana it wasn't much secure than Santo Padre and San Diego was close enough to finish your last year of college. A distant family it was all you had in Mexico, so you would follow him to hell, if it was necessary.

“Por favor, escúchame...” (Please, listen…) He said hiding how broken was his voice.

“Ponla en el carro”. (Put it in the car). You replied ignoring his words and zipping your suitcase.

He looked at you confused, while you put down the suitcase on the floor dragging it to your boyfriend. He didn't say anything else, taking it as a command and disappearing from the room. Keeping in a bag your most necessary stuff and carrying it on your shoulders, you walked through the hallway having a last look of the house it was your home for the last to years. You were leaving there a lot of memories, but you even didn't feel sad, nor nostalgic, because you knew that new adventures together were coming without matter how dangerous could be.

Bishop was resting his back against the black car, cross-armed, waiting for you. Leaning towards him and placing a hand on his nape, you kissed him gently just one time.

“Sabes lo que esto significa, ¿verdad?” (You know what it means, right?)

“Que tendré que manejar por dos horas para la universidad, cada día”. (That I'll have to drive for two hours, every day, to college). Giving him an small paper envelope, you waited for his reaction when he read the approval of the change of university.

He couldn't help but let a tear fell down by his cheek, kissing it with your lips in a soft gesture as soon as it happened.

“So, how's your english, ah?” You made fun of him, placing an arm on his shoulders.

“I have to improve my accent”.

“Yea', you sound like a fuckin' mexican”.

He laughed loudly, wrapping your body between his arms to hold you closer.

“And how it sounds ‘Miss Losa’, ah?”

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“Why are you teasin' me so early?”

“I've been lookin' you sleep for one hour, querida”.

“Creepy old ass”. Wrong words.

Your husbands starts tickling your sides, making you laugh and stirring on the bed, trying to catch his hands.

“Jesus Christ, Obispo! Stop! You fuckin' child!” You chuckle slapping his chest for a second, pulling him away from you.

“Don' you have any compliment, ah? Just strong words to the love of your life”.

“Yea', sure… poor love of my life, drowning into his own misery 'cause his wife is pure evil…”

“C'mon! Tell me something good”. He hits softly your shoulder some times, bothering you a little more.

“But I can't lie, mi amor. You don' have anything goo— Jesus, stop!” You're laughing between some tired sobs, as he surrounds you with his arms.

“Haven' I, ah? Let me show you something…”

Spreading your legs and making himself some space between them, lying on top of you as he press the lump under the black boxers against your panties, so hard that it provokes you a soft moan.

“Look at this… Seems like I have something good”. He hassles you, moving his waist slowly wanting to hear more of them. “You wan' it?”

You nod without hesitating, feeling his moustache tickling your neck, as his lips find it to kiss your skin. Ten years and you can't get tired of him, but needing him all the time.

“Then, tell me somethin' good I have”. He just mutters.

His fingers touring down your sides till they reach the shirt folds to lift it up above your head, throwing it away.

“Me”. You answers feeling his warm breath colliding over one of your nipples, drowning there some laughters.

He bites it, sucking it with his tongue doing some circles on and around it, wetting your breast slightly as his hands fall down again looking for the waistband of your panties, to slice it by your legs so slow and tortuous that it's almost an agony. The next turn is for his boxers, running the same fate as your clothes. Stroking himself, and guiding his hard dick between your legs, his lips find yours in a sweet kiss.

“Te quiero. Lo sabes, ¿verdad?” (I love you. You know it, right?) He asks rubbing your wetted clit with his glans, surrounding his neck with both arms. You nod licking your lower lip.

As long as he tucks his hardness into you with a soft pound, Bishop drowns a pleasure growl on your collarbone, staying still for a few seconds enjoying your wetness wrapping him.

“Shit, mi amor… It feel so good like the fers' time”.

Yes, that's right. No matter how many time has passed by, you have the same sensations, the same delighted feeling running through your body when his waist get nailed against you, pushing you to the mattress under his weight. One of your legs get tangled on his, leaving him some more space whilst he's starting to move slowly and gently. You're kinda sleepy yet to go fast and he knows, kissing your neck with his arms holding you closer. Your moans dance around the room, like hundred times before, crawling your nails on his back with some care.

Make love or fuck, or whatever, with him always has make you feel more needy. No matter how many times you do it in a day, wanting another one. Bishop knows your body better than his. He knows what he has to do to make you scream out his name, being his favorite thing on earth. So he begins to go rough, colliding his lower abdomen with yours thrusting you as you become to feel more awake. Every one is deeper than the last, more desperate, more anxious. He loves you unconditionally and please you is one of his goals in life. For you too.

Turning him above the bed, without pulling himself out, you lie on top of him getting up by your hands placed on his chest. This is his favorite position, with you taking the control and your breasts jumping in perfect harmony. Spreading a little more your legs and bouncing into him with patient moves, you're trying to make him beg you. He hates you when you do it, falling into your claws like a helpless animal.

“Fuckin' disgrace…” He grunts pushing you closer by his hands on your back.

“Stop… complaining”. You chuckle grabbing his chin with a hand, leaning towards him to bite his lower lip so sensual you're driving him totally mad.

“Fuck, cariño… Move faster, for god's sake…” He whispers touring your skin till his hands reach your hips, getting nailed there.

His curses produce some effect in you, dancing your waist as you pound yourself somewhat harder, with your gasps turning into loud moans. It feels amazing having him inside you, pushing your tightness with every rapturous shove straight to your soul. The dance above him being erratic, looking for his tongue sliding yours among his lips. Bishop's fingers get tangled in your hair to hold you closer, while the other hand presses your low back whenever you bounce into him, making every thrust somewhat deeper. Your husband is devouring your mouth with a dirty kiss, tasting your saliva as if it was the elixir of eternal life, drinking every moan with his name as a flag.

“Vente para mí, mi amor”. (Cum for me, my love). His scratchy voice almost ripping his throat bristles your skin, moving faster your hips because you really want it.

And you're close to do it, arching your back over him with his lips drawing a trail of wetness kisses, until he reach your neck. Getting focused on bite and suck your skin leaving a red bruise on it, you finally feel the orgasm running through your low belly screaming out his full name.

“No pares, mi amor… Sigue así”. (Don't stop, my love… Keep doing it). He growls with shaky breathe as your legs are.

It doesn't take him too long when he does it too, filling you with that characteristic delicious heat. Even so, you continue pounding yourself until he can't handle it, catching your lips between his, sinking there a soft gasp.

“Shit, baby…”

“God, I love you, Bish”. You say almost in a pleasant sob.

Falling down by his side with a heavy sigh, before wrapping you in his arms, he kisses your forehead and your cheeks. You couldn't live without him and moving from Tijuana was the best thing you could ever do.

“Reina de los Mayas, how does it sound?”

“A little ridiculous”. You chuckle slightly.

“You earned that name by right, taking care of the MC. Sounds pretty good to me”.

“Yea', we should give the Mayans a prince or a princess”.

“Being yours… more like a trouble warrior”. He laughs stirring above the bed holding you.

“At least it's not gonna be as his or her creepy daddy”. You slap his shoulder, making him laugh loud.

“Anyway, I would like it. I think it's a good moment”. He confess then, lying his head on the pillow keeping your gaze.

“Then, call padrino and tell him you're gonna be busy today enlarging the monarchy”.

“That sounds fuckin' bad”.

“Nah, I like that term”.

[rougebangtan]

pairing: jungkook | reader

genre: strangers to lovers, fluff

word count: 1.840

prompt: old rock + can fulfill the ghostie bingo prompt

warnings: there’s a little making out in the end, so if you don’t like that, please be warned.

You roll your eyes in annoyance at the man in front of you. It is the third consecutive week that he has come to the store without making any purchases. The young man always wore all-black outfits, and would come by in the afternoons, granting you the honor of his visits. He would browse the store, flicking obnoxiously through the CD’s and records for hours on end.

One thing you had to give credits where the credit was due, however, was his impeccable sense of style. He dressed himself in a very unique and pristine manner; even as he tried to look badass, he most certainly looked soft and innocent. The amount of detail he put on his looks was nothing short of admirable. You caught yourself more than once enthralled by the way his earrings would dangle on his lobes.

The shop you work in is in a rundown spot of the city’s downtown which, in turn, had caused you to see all kind of people. Not many where as pretty as the handsome boy that was showing up so often, but you weren’t going to allow yourself to be biased; his pretty privilege had already cut him a lot of slack. You’ve grown impatient with waiting. It’s already been close to a month and the guy hasn’t bought anything.

Sucking in a breath, you think about your options. You have two: you either ignore him or finally set him straight. The choice is clear to you since your mama didn’t raise you to be a quitter. You feel yourself marching towards him before your mind processes the closeness between the two of you. You have your resting bitch face on and that’s what you attribute his stunned expression to as he gets even more wide-eyed.

With a silent sigh, you observe how he shifts in his spot, his legs alternating which one sustains his weight. Oh, boy, now he’s anxious? If anything, it’s you who should be.

“Hi,” you utter with a blank expression plastered on your face, adopting the most authentic salesperson persona you can. “We usually rather to let your customers pick what they want themselves, but you seem kinda lost. I’ve noticed you come to the shop often… I was wondering if you need help?”

He shifts under your gaze, looking absolutely caught off-guard. “Hmm, yeah,” he agrees while his hand goes to scratch his nape in a deflective move. “I could use some help… sorry about always leaving empty-handed. I’m just a very indecisive person.”

You chuckle lightly at that. The boy is super cute. “What are you looking for, pretty boy?”

“A gift.” He answers, and something evil stirs inside of you. You’re going to hell for the thoughts that swirls in your mind.

“A gift? For who? A significant other? A friend?” You query, subtly gauging his relationship status, and he seems to pick it up quite fast.

“It’s for a friend. We’re in a band together, and this store has many LPs that he’d like to add to his collection.” He explains, but he doesn’t keep eye contact for too long.

His cheeks heat up at how intently you pay attention to him. You figured that if he’d just waltz inside your workplace during three weeks to buy something, you had the prerogative to make him squirm.

“I like this one better,” you say as you pick up the Queen LP. “Their music definitely tells a story… I’m not quite sure about the words to describe it, but it just makes you feel nostalgic. In a good way, though. Makes your heart beat a little faster.”

As he stays quiet, you continue to go off about your favorite music in order to give him some insight in what to buy.

“Whereas this one,” you lay the LP in your hands down to grab another. “is kind of a little chaotic. I won’t say it doesn’t grow on you, but it’s a hard one to wrap your head around. At least for me.” You admit with a shrug.

“It’s hard to really get into it every time I try to listen.” His eyes were wide when you said that, and the pink shade that tainted his cheeks had started to creep up to his ears.

“I will take that one, then. Jimin will probably like it. He’s a chaotic person, so the concept suits him.” The man nodded.

“You sure? Don’t you want to hear a few tracks before you make a decision?” You question him, not wanting to be the one to blame in case the LP turns out to be a bad choice.

When he nods again in reassurance, you comply and walk back to the cash register, so you can ring up his purchase. What you don’t expect, however, is when he mutters: “What’s your name?”

You grin at the sheepish manner that he asks for it, and you wish you could hold his face between the palm of your hands seeing as he looks adorable, even with the pretense badass look. “Y/n. And yours?”

“Jungkook,” he replies earnestly.

“Well, Jungkook, it’s nice to meet you. Here’s your LP,” you announce and hand him the record. “It retails for a total of $15,99.”

He reaches on his pockets after taking the LP from you, and drops a 20-dollar bill on the counter. “Keep the change,” he whispers once he watches you moving around the register.

You gape at him briefly before you watch as he begins shifting again, and you could drool when he bites his already very pink lips. It’s not difficult to notice he wants to say something, but he doesn’t know how to, which is why you wait for him, Jungkook, with an expectant expression gracing your features.

“Thanks,” he settles on saying. Lifting the bag in hand, he clarifies. “For the LP, I mean.”

“You’re welcome,” you respond, a smile never leaving your face. “Thank you for your purchase. Hope you make good use of it.”

He still looks uncertain, but he nods and moves to the door to leave. “Yea, thanks again… Catch you a next time?”

It’s your turn to nod at his words. “Sure. See ya next time, Jungkook.”

When you return his hopeful sentiment, he beams, and as he makes his exit, you swear you could see a skip to his step.

Today was insanely hot, not even your outfit was helping, and you had chosen a smaller tank top paired with some bike shorts because of the weather. It’s been two weeks since you’ve last seen Jungkook, and your days felt like clockwork. You hated that he spent weeks coming to the shop, but as soon as he was confronted about it (very nicely, you add), he stops passing by.

You weren’t sure if it was the sweltering heat, but what you knew for certain is that the day passed in an agonizingly slow pace. You could count in your two hands how many people had entered the stop, and for that reason, you decided to close earlier. It wasn’t super early to close, though; it was only 10 minutes before your actual schedule.

When you get to the door, however, you’re met with a pleasant surprise. A scarcely dressed Jungkook is sweating in front of you, gasping for air, and his eyes twinkle in street’s lighting. He looks delicious, and the neediness you often feel quickly rekindles at the glorious sight you were gifted with.

“Y/n, hi!” He greets you, but you can see he’s still a little breathless.

‘Hi,” you greet back, second-guessing what you should do. You cave to the needy part of you that wishes to eye the boy for a longer while. “I was just about to close up… but you’re sweating buckets. Do you want a glass of water?”

He only signals in consent, and you step out so he could enter. You close the shop regardless, since that way you’d spare yourself of the trouble of leaving it open and Jungkook stays behind, watching as you do so.

After you give him a huge glass of ice-cold water, you observe him suspiciously. Resting against the counter, you wonder what was he doing there? His eyes are mesmerizing, and even as he gulps the refreshing liquid down, they never stray from your figure. You smile smugly to yourself. Your tank top left your bountiful cleavage on display as well as your back tattoos, and you’ve been proved that such combo had an interesting effect in men.

“What are you doing here, Jungkook?” You finally speak up when he stays silent. He seems surprised because his eyes, which were glued to your chest, are suddenly looking back at yours.

“Like what you see?” You tease.

He blushes at your statement and his hand soon find his nape. You noticed his recurrent mannerisms relied a lot on body language, and you could sense how shy the boy actually is around you.

“I forgot…” He mumbles with uncertainty, then shakes his head. “I didn’t know how to… askforyournumber.”

“What?” You ask, your eyebrows furrowed.

“I didn’t know how to ask for your number.”

“Oh?” You gasp, then slowly stalk over to where he is. “Really? You should’ve told me… instead of coming to the show so many times, then vanishing.”

You watch in entertainment as his eyes widen so much, it looks like they could bulge out of their sockets. “Oh… I’m sorry about that.”

“How about this, Jungkook?” You say and your eyes flutter while staring at the beautiful boy, at the way his tongue moistens his lips. “You give me a kiss, and I give you my number. Would you like that?”

He nods repeatedly, eyeing your chest and tattoos wantonly. “Do you want to touch?”

Without saying anything, Jungkook touches the ink on your shoulders reverentially, his fingertips soon finding the crook of your boobs. You also put your hands on him, sneaking them underneath his shirt, and you swear you had to hold back a moan when you feel his pecs.

Needless of verbal communication, your lips brush against his, and he eagerly accepts the kiss. The pair of you kiss for minutes, his tongue brushes against yours sensually and you lose it when you feel Jungkook’s hard dick poke on your thigh. As you separate from one another, you realize you don’t want his manly hands to get off you.

Resting your hands on his chest while you gaze him through your lashes, you try to ask him out in the most nonchalant way. “Do you want to get out of here?”

His smile is blinding, and his hands grab your hips in reassurance. “I’d love to.”

The smile on your face is also uncontainable, so you rush to pick your stuff up and lock the backdoor. On your way out, you almost can’t believe you’re in fact walking hand-in-hand with the mysterious boy that thought dropping by at your work was a good flirting method.

If it was good, you didn’t know, but it was damn well effective.

a/n: Sammy !!! here it is, i envisioned the reader as you @breadoffoxy ily! Jester, @youarejesting, thank you for borrowing me your prompt. I hope to have done it justice. 🤍

[piratejct]

* 𝐠𝐞𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐚𝐲, 𝐜𝐢𝐬-𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 + 𝐡𝐞 / 𝐡𝐢𝐦 | you know 𝐤𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐲 “𝐬𝐢𝐝” 𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐮, right? they’re 𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲-𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞, and they’ve lived in irving for, like, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞? well, their spotify wrapped says they listened to 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐨𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 by 𝐨𝐡𝐢𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫𝐬 like, a million times this year, which makes sense ‘cause they’ve got that whole 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐧𝐭’𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐬, 𝟐𝟎𝟎𝟎𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬, 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐨 thing going on. i just checked and their birthday is 𝐣𝐚𝐧𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝟏𝟔𝐭𝐡, so they’re a 𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐧, which is unsurprising, all things considered.

NAME: kassidy averescu  NICKNAME(S): sid. strictly sid  D.O.B: january 16th, 1996 AGE: 25 BIRTH PLACE: irving, north carolina  CURRENTLY RESIDING: irving, north carolina SEXUALITY: bi-curious, but we don’t talk about it  OCCUPATION: entitled twat / pesky lil crook 

tw: mentions of gangs, crime, drugs, weapons, attempted murder but not really. 

BACKSTORY: 

born and raised in irving, has lived in the same freakin’ mansion in aquila drive pretty much his whole life. serving you the full rich boy fantasy, except it’s all rotten. illegal as shit. his mother, who’s been pretty much an outlaw since she was in her early twenties, literally runs like a tiny little crime organization where she recruits family members and people she finds trustworthy enough to pull off heists and just... earn all that $$$ in ways that could get you seriously fucked if anyone ever found out. she’s quite powerful and.. frankly quite scary for a woman in her late fifties. truly knows how to get shit done. i mean.. she trained her kids to be semi successful young criminals, so.. that’s pretty badass of her. 

to be fair, though, he still had a childhood. he wasn’t, like, laundering money at the age of six. growing up, he obviously wasn’t exposed to a lot of illegal stuff. would get whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted and didn’t even question it. thought for the longest time that his mother really was this successful business lady or whatever, and all the shady people in their living room past 10pm were just other company owners. 

never met his dad. guy’s been out of the picture since before his mother even knew she was pregnant. has few half-siblings, though none of them probably has the same father as their mom was never one for commitment. sid fully leaves the half part out when talking about them, because.. well, they all pretty much grew up together, so that makes them 100% siblings. 

he’s the only boyo in the family and uhh... sometimes it’s as if he believes he deserves special treatment because of it??? idk. 

did well enough in high school, got accepted to college in charlotte on a swimming scholarship even though the fam had more than enough money to pay for the studies. but, he was a good swimmer and.. it was recognized. he used to compete a little and even won a couple of times, but.. he still wanted more. started getting greedy. grew up getting everything handed to him, was the best on the high school swimming team so when he went off to college and met another guy who was maybe even slightly better?? oh, hello, he was not gonna take it. i think that was like the first time he felt properly jealous. threatened to shit. at that point in his life, he was aware of the stuff his mother had been pulling, having been involved a couple of times before. so, he thought he could just take the matter into his own hands and once before a competition, he crushed up a bunch of sleeping pills and had someone slip them into the dude’s gatorade. guy literally passed out in the water and almost drowned. to nobody’s surprise, the competition was put on hold and sid literally had the audacity to be like ??? what !! but he passed out, so .. how does that not mean i win??? 

anyways, the accomplice felt so horrible about this, they told on him and sid was obviously kicked out of uni. in fact, the whole situation was serious enough for people to want to take it even further (aka to court) but that’s where sid’s mom stepped in and did some of her ~ magic ~ to get her shit child, as well as the overall family name, out of trouble. she was so, so disappointed, though. like, wow, she went in on him, and he cried like a little bitch on the ride home. hasn’t spoken of this incident since, but if you bring it up, he’ll stick to the story the guy just passed out. not his fault. don’t hold it against him. <3 

has grown a lil since the incident. learned to be more careful when it comes to sabotage. now, he’ll smile to the opponents face, lose with grace, and afterwards get his revenge if he’s feeling petty enough. 80% of the time, he is. 

currently lives with the fam and is very involved in the whole.. heisting. gets a massive kick out of it, tbh. 

PERSONALITY: 

um, first of all, he’s absolutely unhinged. quite unpredictable. like, he’s not necessarily always ready to stab someone, but there are moments where he just does something and you’re like ??? oh my fucking god, please stop. literally, whenever he’d get angry abt something he’d go a little off the rails and maybe shoot the radio or the tv and his mom wld jst be like ... it’s okay, baby. go at it. i’ll let you shoot one object a week. whatever makes you feel better <3 so yea, in a way she... encouraged a lot of this behavior?? idk, i don’t wanna point fingers, but if she had let him.. not be a brat for a second, he wld maybe be a different person today. rip. 

restless. so fucking restless. and you know what does not help?! all the coke he does! and molly! and other shit that doesn’t do any good when your mind is already going hundred miles per minute. yum, yum. 

absolutely thrillseeker. he just wants to feel stuff. adrenaline rush 24/7. can somewhat contain himself enough not to mess up when on a job, but in his free time?? he’ll literally get someone to ram his head into a wall and freakin’ laugh abt it. it’s a mess. a riot. 

omg ... has the nasty tendency of handling weapons like they’re toys. will spontaneously do shit like a point a gun at you or put it in his mouth and be like ... yo yo yo. thinks it’s funny? i honestly don’t know what’s going thru his mind. 

because his thoughts move at the speed of light, he also tends to speak super fast when he’s all riled up abt something. also knows a bit of asl n ... its actually quite scary how fast he can sign along. 

doesn’t hold back. if he feels strongly abt something, he’ll prob voice his opinion. isn’t afraid to be like “i hate that guy and i don’t want him around” when the guy is literally stood there like ?? chill. i just came to get my copy of great gatsby ??

acts like he’s the shit. conceited prick. self-proclaimed big dick energy, but if u look closer, it reeks of insecurities. absolutely never point that out. 

genuinely offended when he can’t be the best/most skillful person in the room, esp if it it’s something he considers himself good at. has bit of a hard time admitting defeat. 

fr the most part, his bark seems bigger than his bite. has definitely tried resolving conflicts by going “mooooooom!!!!” at the age of twenty-fuckin’-five. manbaby realness. 

guess he can be bit of a fuckboi?? sleeps with a bunch of ladies while looking at boys from afar and going ..... *heavy sigh*. has had a crush on.. quite a few, but he’d rather eat his own hair than ever publicly admit to it. 

though, he’s by no means homophobic. jst ... a little unsure of his sexuality n it makes him a lil insecure. bt.. vulnerabilities and ... that sorta stuff?? pfft. not in his household. 

also . don’t call him kassidy. he won’t respond. unless you’re his mom. and you’re angry. then he might weep. 

WCS: 

um. i’ll make a list at some point maybe bt until then.... come punch him in the gut? <3 

[nothingbutfangirlsmut]

The Girl Out of Time

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Background: Willow Roffe was born and raised in Brooklyn. She lived her life as happily as she could with her two childhood best friends Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers. When they both left her to join the military she tried to continue with life but that didn't get to happen for her for the simple fact that she meant something to James Buchanan Barnes.

Rating: Story will be overall MATURE but not every chapter. There will be strong language, talk of both mental and physical abuse, some good ole angst, and smut. There will be a warning at the beginning of the chapter when it includes smut.

Chapter 37

Not long after the wedding life had become pretty normal for James and I. I couldn’t be happier about it. He trained with Okoye daily to keep track of his progress while I worked closely with Shuri trying to learn as much as I could from the young genius. Steve had called us a few days after the wedding. When we told him about it he lost his mind. He was mostly excited and happy for us but a bit upset that he couldn’t be there for us. We understood he was still on the run and couldn’t risk being seen in Wakanda and bringing T’Challa into anything.

“How are you feeling?” Shuri asked me suddenly snapping me out of my thoughts.

“I’m good” I shrugged.

“No more getting sick or feeling faint?” She asked.

“Oh no” I lied.

Shuri looked at me flatly. She knew I was lying.

“I haven’t been sick again but I’ve been nauseous.” I told her honestly.

She used her finger to tell me to come to her. I stepped closer. She grabbed my shoulders then gently guided me to stand in the weird machine she had tried to explain to me before. It seemed to be able to tell you anything that was wrong with you. I watched as she pushed a few buttons then stepped back. She silently watched the small screen as the machine worked. I watched as a smile slowly spread across her face. When the machine stopped she gestured for me to step out.

“Why are you smiling like that?” I asked her cautiously.

“Take a look for yourself.” She said then tapped something on the small screen.

She turned towards the much larger screen. The image that came up stopped my brain completely.

“You’re joking” I told her.

“Not one bit” she chuckled.

I looked down gently placing my hands over my stomach. Was I really ready for this? What was James going to say?

“You worry too much Willow. James is going to be overjoyed.” Shuri reassured me.

“What would I do without you keeping me together.” I chuckled.

“Glad we don’t have to think about that.” She smiled then hugged me.

“At least I have the best medical team in the world.” I told her.

“Damn straight” she laughed.

Later that evening I was sitting outside our hut in the grass thinking about the perfect way to tell James this news. When he did show up he quietly sat next to me in the grass.

“Rough day?” I asked him.

“Okoye really likes to kick my ass.” He chuckled softly.

“Well, I have some news.” I said softly.

“Oh yea? What is that?” He asked curiously.

I grabbed his hand then gently laid it against my stomach trying to silently tell him what the news was. He looked confused for a moment as he stared at his hand on my stomach. His eyes suddenly lit up as he looked up at me.

“Are you-“ he stopped like he was lost for words.

“You’re gonna be a dad Jamie.” I told him softly.

I watched several different emotions swirl in his eyes before he laughed a hardy heart felt laugh. He moved to kneel in front of me placing both hands against my stomach.

“You’re serious?” He asked looking up at me with sparkling eyes.

I nodded. He laughed again as he got to his feet pulling me with him. He hugged me tightly then showered me with kisses.

“This is- I mean- I have no words.” He chuckled.

“Me either but I’m definitely nervous.” I smiled up at him.

“Oh hell yea me too but me and you together we can do anything.” He said happily.

A few days passed of James excitedly talking about the baby. I had never seen him so excited about something. He seemed like a completely different person. We hadn’t had a chance to tell Steve yet but I’m sure we would soon. We were laying in our hut just talking when Shuri ran inside out of no where. The look of panic on her face made my heart drop.

“What’s wrong?” I asked immediately.

“Both of you need to come with me. Now.” She said sternly.

We didn’t hesitate to follow her back to the palace. When we arrived T’Challa was pacing the large open room as a TV played the news. It was New York in unmistakable ruins as Iron Man and some others I didn’t know seemed to be fighting aliens.

“What is this?” I asked.

“This is live in New York. There’s also a report in Europe of another ship.” T’Challa said as he continued to pace.

I shared a worried look with James. What is happening? I jumped at the sound of a phone ringing. T’Challa answered it then continued to pace.

“Your majesty, it’s Steve Rogers. Could you tell Bucky we need all hands on deck. That means Willow too. I’ll explain more when we get there but that war we talked about. Looks like it’s here.” Steve’s voice rang out through the room.

“We will be waiting for you Captain.” T’Challa said then hung up.

“War? What war?” I asked panic rising inside me.

“Your friend will explain everything when he gets here. I don’t know much.” T’Challa said simply.

“Do you have some where you can keep Willow safe?” James asked suddenly.

“What? I’m not leaving you.” I told him sternly.

“Yes you are. You and our baby are the most important thing to me. I don’t care what happens to me as long as you two are safe.” James said in the most seriously tone I’d ever heard him use.

“I know I just don’t want to loose you again.” I told him my voice cracking from just the thought.

“I’ll do everything I can to get back to you.” He said as he grabbed a hand full of me hair.

He kissed me deeply. It was his way of sealing a promise.

It wasn’t long before Steve and the others were arriving. I made my way outside with James to greet them. The moment Steve came off the jet T’Challa greeted him. James stepped up grabbing Steve’s arm and hugging him close. Steve turned to me. He instantly noticed my lack of armor.

“Everything okay?” He asked me.

“Not here. Let’s go inside.” T’Challa answered for me.

The group made our way back into the room where they explained the situation all the way down to Vision’s predicament. Wanda seemed broken but she stood strong by Vision. Once everything was explained Steve finally turned to me.

“Are you okay? You don’t look ready for a fight.” Steve said sternly.

“She won’t be fighting.” James said moving to stand between me and Steve.

“Why?” Steve asked.

“Because Shuri will be taking her to a safe place to protect her and the baby.” James said glancing back at me.

Shock overtook Steve’s features.

“Baby? You’re pregnant?” He asked me.

I nodded placing my hands over my stomach.

“I wish I could say congratulations but with the fate of the universe up in the air I don’t feel those are the right words to use.” Steve said with sadness in his eyes.

James turned to me suddenly. He grabbed each side of my face. He kissed me hard like he’d never do it again. I hated that thought.

“Shuri, please get her to safety.” James said then stepped back from me.

“I love you.” I told him.

“I love you Willow.” He said softly as I was pulled away.

Shuri passed me to one of Okoye’s warriors. We hurried through the palace. Just as we came out into the open fields the earth started to shake. I turned to look over my shoulder. I was pulled causing my attention to go forward.

“We don’t have the time for you to check what’s happening. We must get you to the village.” She said sternly.

We picked up speed running as fast as I could stand towards the village. Once there the warrior placed me in the center of the village to be guarded with the rest of the villagers.

All I could do now was watch as my husband and father of my child fought for the fate of the universe while I sit here helpless. I knew why. The life of our child was more important than either of us but what would I do without him?

I sat there for what felt like an eternity huddled together with the rest of the terrified villagers. Shouts and screams of horror had me jumping to my feet. As I looked around for the attacker I noticed the people disappearing. Right before my eyes they turned to literal dust. A fear like no other came over me as I took off back towards the palace. The sudden disappearance of these people could only mean one thing. We lost.

I ran and I ran until I reached the front of the palace overlooking the battle field. The terrifying sight in front of me was not one of dead bodies covering the land but of what looked like only a handful of people where there once stood a massive army. With no alien attackers in sight I ran onto the battlefield towards the small group of people that was forming. Among them I saw Steve. I ran straight to him. The look of shock, fear, and a broken heart was enough to tell me that I wasn’t going to find James.

“Where is he?” I asked to make sure.

Steve just looked down at me with a look of sorrow.

“No, no, this can’t- he can’t-“ I stumbled backwards only for Steve to catch me.

He hugged me tightly to his chest. I turned around to search for him. It wasn’t true he had to be here. I tried to pull myself free from Steve’s arms.

“Willow, he’s gone” Steve said his voice cracking.

A sob ripped from my chest.

“No! No! No!” I screamed as I fell to my knees.

Steve fell with me keeping his arms wrapped tightly around me. I went limp against him as I sobbed. Not again. I lost him again.

—

[sorry-i-spaced]

Issues

Hawkeye is seen in the show as being a ladies man and quite the player. We know his mom died when he was just 10 and we know Caryle and Trapper both left without saying bye to Hawkeye. So I decided to play with the idea that he has abandonment and commitment issues because of this. I borrowed some of the dialogue from the episode “The More I see of You” in the beginning. 

“If you’d gone into medicine with the same lack of conviction as marriage”

“Your work is always going to be the single most important thing in your life”

“Maybe you would have needed me a little more”

“Doug was able to commit”

“Commit”

Lack of conviction”

“Work….important...lack of conviction”

“Commit”

“Hawk? Hawkeye? Earth to Hawkeye! Anybody up there?” waved a concerned BJ. 

“Huh? Oh,yeah, what?” shook Hawkeye as he came back to reality.

“Did you say something?” asked Hawkeye realizing he had zoned out big time. 

“Yea, I was asking if you wanted to get dinner. I heard Igor was sick of all the grief we gave him so he made an upside down dinner in retaliation.” 

Hawkeye sat there contemplating whether food was more important than wallowing in self pity for the way he let things get between Carlye and him.   

“Nah, I think I’m just going to nap. We are supposed to get a heavy influx of wounded by dawn and I want to catch up on sleep.” And with that BJ got up to leave and Hawkeye laid down in his army issued  mess of a cot and shut his eyes.

“Incoming wounded! All Medical and Surgical staff report for triage! Looks like it will a doozy” barked the PA system.

Opening his eyes Hawkeye threw his  pillow in the direction of  Beej. 

“Get up” he yelled. 

The red haired man rose (wait that’s not right Beej has blonde hair)

“Did you dye your hair and forget to tell me?” asked the raven haired man confused. 

“Not that I’m aware of” called back the other man as he was putting on his shoes. 

The two quickly ran out the door. 

In triage Hawk got right to work. 

“This one has a chest wound. Get some blood in him and get him prepped”

“This one can wait”

Hawkeye barked orders to the nurses. He got up and made a run for the O.R.

“Hawkeye! How goes it?” asked Klinger, who was running in the same direction as him.

Boom!

“Ahh!” yelped Klinger as he threw his head forcefully into the dirt. 

Hawkeye stopped dead in his tracks and looked at the man. Cocking his head to the side he says, “ Klinger, a landmine went off. You’re fine. Get your head out of the dirt this instant. Anybody looking on would think you're bucking for a section 8 again. By reason of ostrich.

“I’m not acting sir” deadpanned Klinger as he lifted his head, shaking the dirt out of his hair.

Hawkeye blinked and shook his head. Klinger was right, he was an ostrich through and through. 

“When did this happen?” he asked.

“I’ve always been one sir. You just couldn’t tell since I spend so much of my time in dresses confident I can get out of the Army. But to be honest I’m scared as shit. Scared of dying and scared I won’t ever return to Toledo the same as I left.” 

The two were now in the scrub room. Hawkeye was washing up. 

“So Beej dyes his hair and forgets to tell me and you're an ostrich?What else will happen today.” 

“Beej didn’t dye his hair. He is a robin.”

“A robin? As in the bird?” questioned Hawkeye as he patted his hands dry.

“He is a songbird. Yes. If you don’t believe me just look at him yourself.” 

The two had somehow ended up in the O.R and Hawkeye was at a table picking apart peacock feathers. Hawkeye looked up and to his surprise Beej was in fact a big fat plump red robin - complete with wings and a beak.

Looking at Klinger Hawkeye was left to wonder, “why?” 

“He left his baby girl very early on in her life.” 

Again Hawkeye had moved from the O.R back into the scrub room. These abrupt scene changes were getting awfully annoying. 

“We all left family to be dragged to this God Forsaken Hell Hole. Why should he be so special.”

“Well for much of the same reason that I’m scared he feels guilty about leaving during such a crucial part of his little girl's life.”

“My mom left me early on in life, I turned out fine.” Hawkeye spat back. 

Hawkeye who realized he was sitting on the bench leaned back against the wall and shut his eyes. Pursing his lips together he began to ask more questions trying not to dwell on the fact his mom left him.

“So Beej is guilty and you're scared. Is there anyone else I should know about?”

Silence. Klinger was trying to figure out what to say. This was all coming out too fast. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. His job was to help propel the story along and these observations were supposed to happen naturally. Well as naturally as having birds operate on patients who just see the shell of the person not the bird. But no this man was too smart for even his unconsciousness. Finally he began to speak, slowly hoping he wouldn’t reveal too much.

“Our fearless leader Potter is a bald eagle because he is insecure in his talents. He is a career man - as I’m sure you’re aware of. But he lacks the knowledge of all these fancy techniques you young doctors seem to pick up so easily. Margaret is a puffin because all she wants to do is be accepted by everyone. Frank is a hummingbird because he is annoying as all shit and is very insecure due to it. Oh and you’re a peacock.” 

That got Pierce to shoot up like a bean pole.

“Wait! Aren’t you going to tell me why I’m a peacock?” his voice raised and wavered a bit. 

“Sorry sir, you’ll have to figure that one out on your own.

“What why? Klinger, you gotta tell me! Come on we know everyone else’s insecurities, why can’t I know my own?”

Klinger didn’t know how to respond. He knew he had 3 sets of 10 minutes and 1 set of an hour of time to try and get Hawkeye to learn why he is a peacock. But he also knew it was up to his subconscious to interact with his unconscious to help move the narrative. 

“Ow!” yelped Hawkeye breaking the silence. 

“What the hell was that?” 

Not even Klinger had an explanation.

All of sudden a flying pillow came out of nowhere. 

Klinger now understood what was happening. Someone was trying to wake Hawkeye. There little mental party would be ending soon. 

“Hawk” echoed a ghostly sound. 

“Why are you calling me a Hawk, I thought you said I was a peac-” 

His eyes shot open! Looking down at him were a pair of blue eyes. Beej

“What? What happened?” Hawkeye asked as he began to get up.

“Wounded” called Beej as he put on his converse. 

“Suction! So yea, don’t know what any of that means but thought I’d share my dream with the rest of the class,” said Pierce as he tried to stop a bleeder his patient had come in with. 

“That’s scary accurate. Especially my fear. How did you pin us all down like that?” called BJ concentrating on his own bleeder. 

“Pierce, are you good with birds? Seems like you pinned us to an appropriate matching bird” called Potter. 

Hawkeye was now working on closing up the patient, “I’ve gone bird watching with my dad back in Maine. One time when I was a kid, right when mom died, he decided to get his mind off her death he was going to do a Big Year. I would come along on bird watching expeditions during school breaks and weekends. But I still would like to know why I’m a peacock. Of all the birds to be.” called Hawkeye. 

“If it bugs you that much, why don’t you ask Sidney the next time he comes up for Poker.” said BJ when they were back in the Swamp. 

They were finally out of surgery and the two swamp rats were playing tennis with a blown up surgical glove they took from the scrub room. 

A week later, before Poker was supposed to take place, Sidney was set up in the VIP tent chatting with Hawkeye. 

“So you dreamt about everyone’s fears personifying and taking the form of birds? What do you think it means?” lead the Psychiatrist. 

“I don’t know Sidney, you tell me, you’re the expert on these types of things.” pleaded Hawkeye, who had taken up pacing around the tent. 

“Hawk, I want you to get to that conclusion yourself. It won’t be helpful if I do it for you.”

Hawkeye stopped pacing and sat down on the edge of the bed. “What do you want to hear. I want to be as helpful as possible. In my dream Klinger said basically the same thing.”

“Humor me and tell me about your childhood, that’s always a good place to start when talking about fears and issues,” claimed Sidney.

“My childhood. What do you wanna know” asked Hawkeye. 

“How was your relationship with your mom?” 

“Nonexistent. I’ve told you before she died when I was 10. Just been dad and I since then.” replied Hawkeye flatley.

“Do you have any resentment towards her dying?” pried Sidney.

“You know dad didn’t even tell me she was sick? He waited until she passed to come clean and tell me. I didn’t even get to say goodbye. I was angry for years. At her for getting sick and at dad for not having the decency to tell me she was sick. But I got over it. No hard feelings”

Rambled Hawk. 

“Ok, so issues from mom, how about dad?”

“Dad? Oh he was great! After mom died we became thick as thieves. He was the one who inspired me to go into medicine. He wasn’t too happy about it to be honest.” gleaned Hawk.

“I remember you telling me last time I was here that there was a nurse here that you had an old fling with. How did that end?”

“Caryle. I really don’t know what happened. We were living together during residency you know.”

Raising an eyebrow Sidney interjected, “ So you guys were serious?” 

“That’s what I thought.” continued Hawkeye. “But just like mom and just like Trapper did 6 months ago, she up and left. I didn’t get to say bye or anything. She just one day decided she had enough of me, packed her bags and was out of the apartment before I even had time to get home and try and stop her. I thought Trapper would have at least left something. But I guess not. I guess I’m just not worth the hassle to say bye too. God. Why did dad not let me tell mom bye. Her own son was in the dark. I get Caryle and Trapper. It was bound to happen. Unhappy relationship and discharge but God, mom? Really? I hated her for it you know. I just wish once someone would leave and tell me about it first. Why do I always have to be the last to know. I bet the thing I got going on with Beej will end just as abruptly as it did with Trapper.” rambled on Hawkeye.

“Hawkeye, stop a minute, let’s process all that you said.” steered Sidney realizing he was losing his patient rapidly. 

Hawkeye shut up and listened. 

“You mention over and over that you never got to say goodbye to all these people. You also mention being the last to hear of relationships ending.”

“Yea, so?” sighed Hawkeye.

“Let’s go back to the dream. In the dream you describe each of your friends as birds relating to their fears and issues. Beej - your best friend is a robin because he is guilty for leaving his baby girl. Klinger is an ostrich - which I never would have pegged him as so thank you for that lovely image - because he is scared and fearful he won’t return home and if he does he will be completely different. Potter is a bald eagle because he is insecure in his abilities despite being a career man in the army. Margaret is a Puffin because she has the fear that she will never fit in anywhere so she forces herself to. And Frank is a hummingbird because he is insecure in his own way and -”

“ - a peacock for commitment issues” finished Hawkeye. 

“Precisely. It seems like you are scared to trust people because everyone seems to leave you at some point. Starting way back when your mom left you abruptly. Oh also in my own professional diagnosis I would also tack on abandonment issues” added Sidney.

“What gives Sid, I thought you were going to let me come to the conclusion on my own accord.” whimpered Hawkeye.

“Eh, I see how hard you’re trying to figure this all out, so I decided to give you a freebie” laughed Sidney.

“Well in true Freud fashion, my issues really do stem from my mother,” laughed Hawkeye sadly. 

The two sat for another hour trying to brainstorm ways Hawkeye could push past these thoughts of abandonment and commitment issues and how he could overcome them. 

The End!

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An Arrow in the Heart

Greek/Roman mythology Au

Tom Holland x Reader 

Tom Holland as Eros. 

Reader - Y’all see soon. 

A/n: Hello my dear people, welcome to my new story. It’s based on a screenplay i wrote but wanted to people to read it. I hope you like it. Its gonna have more action than this. This is kind of like the prologue, so yea.... Lets start. 

Part 0: The beginning of life 

(Y/n) never imagined she’d hate her life. She always felt that she was meant for greatness, that she was important, but, little by little, this went fleeting her mind. Now she’s in college, trying to pay attention while glancing at her watch every thirty seconds. She knew that if she were late, all hell would break loose. 

Her professor, Mr. Brown, kept talking about their grades and how it was essential to finish with time for revision, as he would not use his free time to counsel students. He kept writing on the black chalkboard and laughing at his jokes—all slow and monotonous, with no spark of excitement. 

“I know I’ve exceeded my time, but just bear with me for a minute…” He opened his presentation, dragging down the white background, and putting on the final project’s instructions. (Y/n) looked at the blinking red numbers, it stated 4:05, and at that exact time, her phone turned on with a notification. Ariti Restaurant - Shift starts at 5 pm. Mr.Brown started talking again, all about the project and, right there and then, she knew she was going to be late. Tardiness was never her parents’ favorite attribute of the “new” generation. 

“Fucking hell…” She mumbled under her breath. She took one last glance at the clock, that had changed from 4:05 to 4:15 and decided to leave the class. She didn’t want to face her mother’s wrath. She grabs her stuff and goes quietly. She runs out of the building and to the street. She then proceeds to walk fast towards the nearest station. She stops at a crosswalk and looks at the red sign as the cars passed. Her phone chimed this time, she looked at it, and it stated 4:30. She was going to be late, horribly. She should have left minutes ago. 

The crosswalk turns green, and she bolts two blocks down. She then proceeds to get to the station, run down the stairs, past the ticket, and enter. She looks for the red lane, it’s to the left, and runs as fast as her feet could take her. She gets to the platform just in time for the doors to close, and a few seconds later, the train to leave. 

“Shit. Shit. Shit.” she mumbled under her breath. 

(Y/n) stairs at it, heaving as she lets go of her stuff. She turns around and sees a bench, where she proceeds to sit down. God, her mother was going to kill her. She turns on her phone and texts her. 

(Y/n): I’m going to be a bit late, I’m sorry. I’ll make it up to you. 

She turned down her phone and picked up her journal, where she had various drawing of moments in history that resonated with her, moments she didn’t even know could exist and people she had never met. All had the same feeling, that she had experienced them. A dejavu moment, that had never left her brain. She turned to her last drawing, a white pristine dress adorned a woman, who was holding a sword, next to her a black suited man, who had a box in his hands. It felt familiar yet distant, like something she had seen somewhere. She continued drawing, outlining the woman's hair, she still didn’t have er features defined. 

The train came a few minutes later and she got it. It speed out of the platform and into the view of the city. Her phone, which she had on her hand, started vibrating intensely. 

Mother: Where are you?

Mother: don't ignore my texts.

Mother: We are going to be late because of you.

Father: Answer your mother's texts, Cythera Cyprus.

Mother: If we miss your brother's game, I won't ever forgive

you.

Father: We expected better from you. Tardiness is not who we

are, Cytherea.

Father: If you don't prioritize your responsibilities, then

why bother coming?

With each text coming through her phone lit up, making her annoyed. She only wanted some peace and quite, for just a moment. She turns enter her phone and looks at her response. It hadn't been sent, she pressed the small red circle with an exclamation point, and to options came out, send/delete. She tries to send it again, and to her luck, the message goes through. 

(Y/n) runs in through the back door, of the kitchen. She grabs an apron, hanging on the backside of the wall and puts it on. Her name tag with a miss-spelled name, not even that her parents got right. She grabs a receipt and starts cutting the lettuce, she finishes and proceeds to get the chicken and the pita bread. Her mother strides in, an annoyed look on her face. She looks at what her daughter is doing and rolls her eyes. 

“You’re are doing it wrong and you’re late.” Her rough voice called out.

“I'm sorry, it won't happen again. My class ended a bit late today and i just- it was the final project-” The woman, about 55 years old with a frown upon her face, rolls her eyes and scoffs at her. 

“I don't like excuses, you should’ve left earlier, I don’t care about your project. Now I’m going to be late.” (Y/n) finishes the Chicken Pita bread and turns around, grabbing a tray and putting the plate on. She grabs a the green drink that comes along and a hummus spread, with pita bread on the side.  

“I’m sorry ok? I swear, it wont happen again.” With another disdain look, her mother got out of the way. A small sigh left her lips before a fake smile spread on her face. She read the receipt, table 5, and went there. 

“What took so long? I ordered this a while ago.” A frazzled woman raised her voice. She smiled at her politely. 

“I know ma’am, we had some problems in the kitchen but we brought you a side of hummus and pita bread on the house.” The lady nodded and continued looking at her phone. (Y/n) left the food and moved to another customer, her mother eyeing her from the side table. She grabbed some more orders and rang up a costumer, where her mother intervened and checked twice if she was doing it right. It was horrible, overbearing and annoying but if she said something, she would be doomed. 

“I’m leaving” Her mom announced while she was making more hummus. She turned around and nodded at her. “I expect nothing less than a squeaky clean place and two thousand on the register. I already counted, we have 1950.” 

“But its payday, we gotta pay Danny.” She turned around and looked at the cook, a quite 40-year-old man with a sketchy background but didn’t expect to wrok for more than the minimum wage. Her mother hired him on the spot, she was a cheap person. 

“I don’t (Y/n), figure it out. I don’t care pay dani and leave the rest.” She nodded and looked at her mother leave, with her hair pressed up and the latest boots that were trending. Sometimes she wonders why they had her. Was it because of pity? Was it because they expected her to be a boy? She just wanted to finish everything, get the restaurant and leave. She’d manage it from for away, from somewhere her parents couldn’t bother her. 

Closing time came and before she knew it, she handed Dani his money. He preferred cash not check. She put the chair up on the table and turned all the light out. She smiled at Dani, who opened the glass door and left. She looked at everything one last time, making sure she didn’t miss anything and turned around. She closed the door, locked it and took a step forwarded before she fell to the ground. Her heart was hurting. Was she going to die? What the hell was happening? 

“Help, fucking help.” She screamed or tried too. She was to young to die, she wanted more form like. She looked down and saw a golden arrow coming out of her chest and she started panicking again. 

“Holy shit, holy shit holy shit.” She repeated to herself. She looked up and saw a man passing her, as if nothing was wrong. “FOR GOD SAKE, HELP ME PLEASE.” She screamed on more time, then the golden arrow disappeared but the feeling of dying didn't.  She stayed kneeling on the floor, grabbing her chest, and heaving. Death really was coming. God, if I ever come back as something else, I’m really going to live life this time. She saw a pair of black boots coming closer. They were leather, she was sure of it. She looked up and saw a frizzled man, curly hair, defined jaw-line and a frown upon his face. Yet, all she could feel was love and desire for him. 

WHAT THE FUCK WAS HAPPENING TO HER?

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The Regalia and the God (Part Two)

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(Yato X Reader)

Summary: The delivery god Yato has never been that popular with the public, but when it comes to fighting phantoms he’s one of the ones you want by your side. Every god needs a trusty Regalia by his side… that’s where Y/N and Yukine come in.

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Part One

Part Two:

Word Count: 2,596

When Yato had said we had a job searching for Milord I had thought we would be searching for a person… but no, Milord was a cat, and Yato was just as excited as he could be to search for him. We walked around the bustling city, cars flying down the roads, people littering the sidewalk, and for most of the people in the city it was like we weren’t even there. We blended in with them. “Milord!” Yato cupped his mouth with his hands to make it just a little louder. “Where are you Milord! Come to Yato.”

I walked slowly behind him, scanning the areas I knew that he was missing. Yato might be an impressive fighter when it came to phantoms, but he wasn’t the best at seeing the pictures, a big reason that he has me. “Yato, call me. I can help you search better.” 

Yato hated to call me unless we were in a fight, but he knew that I was right. “If I call you tho you won’t be here walking with me, and when I talk to you I’ll look like a lunatic.”

“Do you really think anyone is paying attention to you Yato?” I motioned around me. “Look at everyone, they’re too busy in their own worlds. I could probably tell them all I was going to take off my shirt and not a single person would even move.”

His vision turned to a glare. “If anyone looked I’d have to step in, you know?”

I shook my head slowly, closing my eyes. Tough Yato was my favorite Yato, but he always pulled him out at the worst times. “Just call to me Yato.” 

“Fine,” He put his hand out. “Come, Norikki.”

I felt my energy change as my name was called and I entered my domain. The world around my body was different from the world that was around Yato. In the spirit world as a Regalia I had my own space, a space that no one was in other than me. I scanned the crowd and Yato continued to walk. We walked past a group of girls on the sidewalk and I could feel one of their attention’s turn to us. Usually humans didn’t even notice Yato, I wonder why this one had?

Yato noticed it too, he turned slowly and when she was passed he looked straight ahead again. “Did you see this Y/n?” 

I hesitated. “Yea, I did.” I could feel my jealousy creeping up, I knew that I had no reason for it, but it was always there. I scanned around again when I noticed a small furball in the middle of the street… Milord. “Yato, to your left, slowly. If you move to fast you’ll spook him.”

Yato turned and his mouth opened wide, gasping. “Milord, there you are.” The cat started to run off and before I could interject Yato was hopping over the gate in front of us. “Hey, wait, come back.”

He took off after the cat and I tried to get him to stop. “Yato, there’s a bus coming, stop run-” As I tried to finish my words I could feel Yato being thrown to the otherside of the road, the force taking the wind out of him and stopping my words. 

A girl with long brown hair stood before us.Yato slowly sat up and looked toward her. “Running into the street like that!” She was clearly angry. “What kind of an idiot are you?”

In my Regalia form the only person that could hear me was Yato, something I had forgotten. “You jumped into the street too, what’s that make you?” I looked back toward the street and was shocked to see the same girl sitting before us apart from her body. Her body still laid on the street in front of the bus, her friends from earlier surrounding her. “Yato, she’s a spirit.”

“You realize you could have been killed!” She was huffing, trying desperately to get her breath. 

Yato looked behind him and motioned his head toward the bus and her body. “Aren’t you missing something?”

The girls stared at her body and before we would try to explain anything to her she was screaming. 

* * * * * * 

Yato sat on the stone wall of the garden we were in. I slowly sat down next to him and put my hand over his. “What are you thinking about Yatty?”

“That girl… First she could see me, and then she risks her life to save me?” The bewilderment in his eyes was more prevalent than I had seen it in a long time. “I just don’t get it.” 

I hated to say it because it was not something that I was too fond of doing… but I knew it would probably make Yato feel better. “What if we went to the hospital to see her?” I smiled at him, trying to hide my jealousy. I hated how bad I got with that stuff. “We can get in and get out without them even noticing.”

He smiled at me. “You alway think of the best ideas.” He put his hand on my cheek and placed a small kiss on my lips, running his hand down my cheek. “Now let’s go, before it gets too late.”

* * * * * * 

When we reached the room of the girl who had risked her life to save Yato she was still asleep. Yato sat on top of one of the couches in the room, patiently waiting, while I sat in front of him on the cushion, not waiting quite so patiently. Just as I was about to say something to him about leaving and coming back tomorrow her eyes opened, looking around the room and finding Yato and I waiting for her. 

She stared in disbelief at the two of us sitting in her room, and she looked like she was listening for something. Yato knew that look. “You can hear the voices of the far shore?” She screamed and ran to the corner of her room, staring at us in fear. “Doesn’t look like you got hurt too badly, huh?” She calmed a little as she recognized Yato’s face. “Thanks for that by the way.”

I stood from the couch and crossed my arms. “Of course… he didn’t need help avoiding that bus…” 

Yato saw me looking for a catfight and interjected. “But, no human has ever tried to save me before.”

The girl walked over to the couches and slowly sat, watching every move we made. “I don’t get it, who are you?”

Yato smiled at her. “That’s easy. I’m a God.” The girl took a cellphone out and started making a phone call, telling the person on the other line that there were crazy intruders in her room. “Wait! Hang up the phone. I’m not crazy. I really am one of the Gods, okay?” When he saw her relaxing a little he pointed to himself. “I am the God Yato, and this is my Regalia, Y/n.”

She looked angry again. “A God called Yato? What are you playing at? I’ve never heard of that God. And what’s a Regalia?”

“That’s understandable, I’m still what you’d call an up and comer, but just wait, before much longer the whole world with know my name!” Yato stood and threw his hands out at his sides. “I’ll be mega famous, the go to God, the God that everybody prays too! I’ll be the highest God in the land!” I laughed at him and smiled. Seeing him feel good about himself was intoxicating. “Me! The God Yato!” He started to laugh to himself. 

I nudged his arm and motioned to the door. “Yato, I can hear them.”

Yato looked from the young girl to me. “It’s gonna be a stormy night, this place is already crawling with them, and I’m essentially Regalia-less so I can’t stick around.” He grabbed a basket off the table and started to eat the contents. “By the way, what’s your name?”

She didn’t know how to react. “It’s Hiyori. Hiyori Iki.”

“Hiyori Iki, huh? I came to make sure you were okay and you seem just fine.” He hopped off the back of the couch. “So, we’re even now.” He grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the window. “See ya.” He opened the window and we both hopped out. 

* * * * * * 

The next day flew by as we continued the search for Milord. Before we knew it darkness had hit. I looked at Yato. “We need to get going Yato, the phantoms will be out soon and you know that I can’t protect you. I’m a guidance Regalia, not for fighting.”

“Just give it a little longer, I promise we’ll go in before anything crazy can happen.” He had a stick with a string tied to it. On the end of the string he had placed some pieces of wood. “Come on out now kitty! Milord!” He ignored my pleas and continued to walk. 

I had a bad feeling, but Yato was my master, I couldn’t disobey him. The wind gusted around us, it was getting cold. Suddenly I heard a cat crying, I sprinted in the direction it was coming from, Yato on my heels. We turned the corner and saw him, he hissed when we came into view. 

“Milord! Just stay there, hang on.” Yato placed the stick beside him. “There’s no need to run.” As Yato started to slowly inch forward the cat came running to him, jumping straight into his arms. “What’s the matter boy?”

I had found what was the matter. A phantom started to manifest in front of us. “Yato, we need to run. NOW.” 

He looked toward the phantom. “Come Norikki.” My form changed and Yato snatched the silver ring out of the air, placing it on his finger to secure it. “Guide me, where’s the best way out.”

Before I could tell him which way to go I sensed an attack. “Yato, jump, get out of there.”

As he jumped an attack hit where he had just been standing. He landed a couple feet away and the phantom's eyes were all around us. Were they coming from one phantom or twenty? “They’re just small one, but there are too many of them, Norikki.”

More attacks sent a tingle down my spine. “Run Yato, they’re attacking again.”

Yato listened and ran, tucking the cat into his tracksuit. “Numbers aren’t on my side here!” He ran forward and I scanned the area. There was a field coming up and before I could tell him where to go he hopped the fence, coming face to face with a phantom. 

A giant frog stood before us, it lifted its head into the air and started screaming. Yato dodged an attack from it as it sent one of its hands down toward him. I saw an opening. “Yato, hit it from underneath.”

He landed a hit on the underside of it’s chin, sending it flying backwards. “A lot of good that did.” The frog got back up and stared at Yato as he went running for it. “Hanki, come.”

“Yato, what are you doing?” I was baffled. “We don’t have Tomone anymore, she left, remember?”

“Oh crap, I forgot.” As Yato went to turn, a hand took his and set him running the other way. Hiyori Iki was dragging us along. “This chick again?”

She was screaming as she turned to it. “What is that thing?”

I couldn’t believe what I was seeing, but the tongue from the frog's mouth was about to hit them both. “Yato, break left, tongue coming at you.”

Yato dodged it multiple times and before we could stop her Hiyori was running toward the giant frog. “You idiot! Don’t run at it!”

The frog grabbed her leg and she started screaming. In a panic Hiyori threw her leg toward the frog, screaming something as she landed a kick to the side of it’s head. The force threw the frog across the field. Yato stood with his mouth gaping open, me doing the same from inside the spirit world. She landed back on the ground. “Woah, it worked!” 

The frog was getting ready to get back up and pounce. “Yato, grab her, get into the air.”

Yato grabbed her arm and dodged the frog’s pounce just as it was about to hit her. He carried her bridal style and landed on the frog’s head, giving him just enough of a bounce to get away, using the telephone polls and building to take us to another area. 

As we landed in an area that we were sure the frog wouldn’t follow he called me back. “Revert Norikki.” We sat for a minute, making sure the coast was clear. “I think we lost it.”

The girl stood up from the wall and walked toward Yato. I wrapped an arm around his waist, him doing the same to my shoulder. It wasn’t very often that I was around another female, other than Tomone, and I had nothing to worry about with her. “I’m glad I caught up to you Yato. I’ve got a lot of questions to ask you know. You just suddenly ran off on me. No dodging my questions this time. I want some straight answers.”

“Sorry,” He pointed to the pink tail that was coming from the girl. “But your soul, it slipped out.” She looked at her tail and screamed. He pointed back toward the fence. “If you want your body,” Her body was laying over the fence. “It’s over there.”

She was still screaming. ‘How’s that possible? What happened?” She grasped her tail. “Does that mean that I’m dead?”

Yato grabbed her body from off the fence, leaving me to deal with her. “Not exactly, it’s like your body is just taking a nap.”

As Yato laid her body back on the ground her spirit self passed out, landing back into her real body. She stayed asleep as she laid on the sidewalk. The cat popped it’s head out of Yato’s tracksuit. He scratched the top of it’s head. “Look what you did. I thought only black cats were supposed to be bad luck.”

“We have to finish our job Yato.” I reached over and scratched it’s head myself.

He smiled. “Let’s get you home little buddy.”

“What about Hiyori?” I looked down. “We can’t just leave her here.”

“What else are we supposed to do with her?” He was puzzled. “We don’t even know where she lives.”

I sighed. As much as I wasn’t fond of the girl, I didn’t want to leave her here unattended. There were some real creeps in the world. 

“You take the cat, I’ll take her.” He handed me Milord and grabbed Hiyori, setting her on his back.

* * * * * * 

Yato opened the gate to the house that Milord had belonged to, letting the small cat run up to the door. I walked with the furball, hitting the doorbell and running back out before anyone could see me on the porch. We left a second later, headed to find someplace where we could bring Hiyori. As we walked we both heard a voice. “You’re the best ever Yato. I knew you wouldn’t let me down.” Praise for the God Yato could be heard by himself and his Regalia when humans use his name. I looked over at him to see him smiling like an idiot. Making a difference in the world was one of the only things that Yato wanted to do… and tonight, he had done it. 

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Updated: 5/13/2020

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The SOLDIER and The Baker || Cloud Strife || Pt4

Part 1 || Part 2. || Part 3

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A/n 2: I totally gave Sam a wife cause i love this man...annd here is the dress. I will do my best to describe it.

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THE DATE YOU AND CLOUD GO ON Here.

.And the dress Here

“The first time I’ve meet your mother....she was covered in dirt and grime....tryin to rescue some animal.” Sam snorted shaking his head, a small smile forming on his face. “She had no other family...she was alone...this ten year old...well my Ma wouldn’t have it so she took the girl in.”

Listing intently, your fingers clutching your dress tightly. You held back your tears as the man continued to talk about your mother. 

“So after E-” Sam caught himself from saying her name, you wondered if it was to painful for him “-- your mother became my little sister and as the years went on I started to notice somethings...things Ma and Pa didn’t see. Your mother would talk to things that weren’t their. Know things that she couldn’t have known. Animals flocked to her, flowers seemed to grow...not to mention how she could use magic with out Materia.”

Frowning you glanced down at your own hands, you just thought you were seeing things. The spirits you’d talk too though it made you feel better that your mother could do it too. “So...if you know all that about my mother...she wasn’t human...was she?”

“No...no she was not.”

“Then what was she? I need to know.”

“Y/n...I believe your mother was a Cetra.”

Taking a deep breath in it felt like the world was moving to fast, your started to feel sick. “A...and my father? did you know him.”

“I did.” Sam spat, it sounded like he couldn’t stand the man. “Do you even remember him.”

“I..do...a little...I remember his smile.” You then frowned clutching your head tightly, a painful memory resurfacing. 

You wanted to remember more but everything was fuzzy, you saw spotty images of your father and mother. Images of you playing with Rufus then something went wrong. You father was arguing with a man, he stormed out then the next thing you knew you and your mother were living near Aerith’s church.

“Your mother was an amazing woman, she did her best to help the people of Wall Market and if you’re anything like her. I know you’ll be able to do the same.” Sam gave you a smile. 

“Your father...Reeve Tuesti....he works for a dangerous company...so be careful Y/n...I’d hate to see anything happen to my sisters kid.” Standing up Sam then slipped off his hat, his fingers clutching the brim. “Stay far away from Shinra...the Turks and Reeve Tuesti...It will bring you nothing but trouble.” Clearing out his throat he gave you a nod placing the hat back on his head blinking away a few tears that have formed in his eyes.

“Now little lady...I made a promise to you, that I intend to keep.” Smiling he held out his hand for you to take. “Don’t hesitate to kick that mans ass.” Giving your hand a squeeze he pulled you up from the chair, walking with him you could feel your heart hammer in your chest doing your best to wrap around everything you were told.

Stepping into a from you were greeted by a pretty blonde that was a few inches taller than you, she gave you a kind smile then turned to give Sam a small glare. “You must be Y/n...Sam has told me an awful lot about you..”

“Huh?” Glancing over at Sam the man held his hands up though it took a few strides for him to be standing next to the woman. Planting a kiss on the side of her head you then spotted the ring on his finger. 

“Just try not to make her too beautiful darlin.”

Rolling her eyes, the woman gave him a smile. “You know I can’t do that.” With a wink she then shoved the man out. “Now leave us be!.” Slamming the door shut she then turned her attention back to you placing her hands on her hips. “Lets get started.”

Cloud scowled to himself, the people who passed him to scared to even look at the man afraid they might set him off. Aerith rolled her eyes watching the man, he sure wasn’t scaring her, the only thing she felt was annoyance. 

“You’re acting like a child Could, Y/n will be done soon just you wait!!.” She smiled giving him a wink though she then turned to the attention of all the voices. Whatever it was seemed to cause quiet a stir among everyone. “Oh.!” and that must has been the reason why the people were talking.

Stepping threw the parted crowed your cheeks flared from all the talk, did everyone really think you were that beautiful? Though the flashes from the camera were a bit to much and of course their had to be fireworks.

Turning to see what the commotion was about Cloud could feel that his breath was taken away when he spotted you. You were wearing a long voluminous strapless dress, different blue’s that flowed together. He really liked the darker blue that was layered over the more soft blue, the sparkling fabric seemed to make your eyes pop more and for a moment Cloud couldn’t breath. You hair was pulled to side tied off in soft waves, the blue flower he had given you was the only accessory in your hair. You looked perfect, like he was staring into the night sky back at home. 

“C-Come on...I don’t look that bad to do?” You tired to ignore the cheers from the people, the one’s opinion you really wanted to hear from just stood their dumb struck.

Cloud blinked as he tried to take this all in. Where you wearing lip stick? and just how soft could your lips be? Boy did he want to find out. Opening his mouth the man tried to respond only to receive a scolding from Aerith. 

“Cloud...say something.”

“Wow...you look...” What could he even say to you?, a simple word really couldn’t do you justice.

“I know....Corneo’s got certain...tastes.”  You sighed glancing down at the long elegant dress, the soft blue seemed to make your skin glow. Sighing you shook your head twisting around, the dressing flowing with your movements. “I mean it’s so gaudy...I can barley move in it.” You were starting to miss your dress that was covered in flour.

“Y-Yea.” Cloud swallowed thickly, it was hard to take his eyes off of you.

Sighing you stepped closer to the man to peer in his face. “Cloud.?”

“Huh”

Aerith sighed as she grasped your hand then Clouds. “I think what he’s trying to say is that you look beautiful....right Cloud.?”

“Right.” He said quickly though refused to meet your eyes.

“Annd he would like to take you out...on a date.” Aerith beamed as she waited for Clouds answer.

“Right...wait wha-”

“Perfect!” Aerith quickly placed your hand in Clouds, the man to stunned to say anything and judging by the smug look on her face you thought she was planing this all along.

“Aerith!.”

Laughing she quickly waved you off, your carbuncle following after the florist. “Don’t you worry about me! Madam M agreed to sign me up! have fun you two!.”

Sighing you then glanced at your joined hands, about to let go an apologize the man gave your palm a small squeeze. “I...let’s okay.”

Taking a deep breath you two walked in silence, doing your best to ignore the whispers of the people. Did they really think you and Cloud were together?God you shouldn’t be thinking that, not when it made your heart race so fast.Nibbling your lip a habit you seemed to be doing lately, you  glanced up noticing that his pale cheeks were tinted pink.

Using your free hand to clutch the silky fabric you tried to focus your gaze on anywhere but the man now. 

“So”

“So”

Chuckling that you both managed to answer at the same time you shook your head then tugged him to a food stand, doing your best to not get the dress dirty.

“So...what would you like to know about me Cloud?” Giving him a smile you at least wanted the man to relax, he looked like he was going to keel over.

“I...what was your mother like?”

“Oh” Surprised you thought he’d ask about something else but this was an easier topic for you to talk about. “She was wonderful....when ever I was sad she’d always bake my favorite cookies then hold it out to him and with a smile on her face she say. ‘A cookie a day...keeps the sadness away.’ s-she’d then take a bite of the cookie then give me a kiss.” Feeling a few tears slid down your cheek you then felt the familiar hand on your skin, the coolness of his glove calming you down.

Cloud didn’t know what made him touch you, but he found himself hating seeing you cry. It made him feel useless that he couldn’t stop it and angry for whoever took your mother away from you. “It’s alright to mourn your mother...to miss her.” He let his thumb slide across your cheek. “But you should know that you’re no longer alone. “You have the children of Leaf House, Aerith....and me.”

Sniffling, you could feel Cloud brushing away your tears though shaking your head you gave him a smile before grabbing his hand gently. “Haha! you’re right! look at me! I didn’t mean to be a big baby! come on! I wanted to try one more place.”

Cloud blinked a few times though his lips twitched into a smile, to bad you missed it. 

Cheek’s still burning from the kiss, your mind was still reeling. You never thought that Cloud would kiss you, you never thought that his lips could feel so soft but what you did wanted was from him to kiss you again. Cloud refused to look at you, the man seemed determined to keep his gaze everywhere that wasn’t your face. Did he not mean to kiss you? If so then why did he even do it in the first place.

Fingers gripping the blue fabric of the dress you were about to question him until Aerith bounded over to you. Not sensing the awkwardness between the two of you, the young woman smiled as she rocked on her heels. “I know a way to get Cloud in with us!”

“What is it?” Cloud quickly turned his attention to her, anything to keep his mind off that kiss.

“First! We gotta go to the Honey Bee Inn.”

[nineteenninety-six]

Arguments of Concern - Part Three

The love I got on ‘escapism’ was so great, thank you so much <3

I also don’t remember much of the beach scene so ignore inaccuracies pls lol

WORD COUNT: 2105

[PART ONE] [PART TWO]

Adam was fast asleep on (Y/N)’s lap as Tommy drove them towards Margate. He was excited when he was told that he was going on a trip to the beach and spent the first couple of hours excitedly chatting and asking his parents a hundred questions before he became bored and tired, allowing his parents to spend the remaining hour of the journey to talk without the chance of having little ears overhearing anything that was said.

Whilst their relationship had slightly improved compared to before, (Y/N) was still bitter at Tommy for getting involved with Mosley and subsequently dragging them into the mess too. Adam was her number one priority and despite how much she hated the idea of it, she would take him and leave Tommy if she needed to. Tommy was the love of her life and has provided her with everything she could ever need but slowly the bad was overtaking the good and she didn’t think she could just watch from the sidelines anymore.

Tommy’s hand on her thigh brought her out of her thoughts,

“You okay?”

“Hmm, just thinking about this mysterious friend of yours” (Y/N) teased, pulling his hand off her thigh before lacing their fingers together.

Tommy brought their conjoined hands up and pressed a kiss on the back of her hand, “Don’t want to ruin the surprise.”

“The surprise...” (Y/N) scoffed, “Don’t tell me it’s one of your old flings or girlfriends?”

Tommy snorted a laugh, “If I did that, I wouldn’t have to worry about Mosley killing me since I know you’d kill me before he’d even get a chance.”

(Y/N) made a vague noise of distress before she pulled her hand free of his and whacked him on the arm,

“Don’t joke about dying” She scolded him.

“ ‘m sorry.”

“No, you’re not.”

“No, I’m not.” Tommy threw her a smirk and wink causing her to giggle.

If (Y/N) tried her hardest briefly forget about the actual reason why they were going to Margate, she could pretend that they were just taking a small holiday as a family.

“When all this is over, we’ll go away somewhere. You, me and Adam. Just the three of us eh?” Tommy spoke up after a few moments, glancing at her.

“Hmm, we can go to Wales or Ireland.”

Tommy smiled at her, “We could stay in a caravan. Adam would enjoy it.”

(Y/N) bit her lip before she spoke again, slightly hesitating, “When this is done...you’ll take a step back right? From the more dangerous stuff?”

Tommy sighed “(Y/N)...”

(Y/N) also sighed, “I’m not being unreasonable Tommy, I’m not telling to completely stop with the illegal side of the business. All I’m asking is to not get involved in dangerous situations with dangerous people like you have nothing to lose, because you do Tommy. You have us.”

“We’ll talk more about it when everything is over.”

(Y/N) simply nodded, not wanting to fight and wake Adam.

They had arrived at Margate now, driving right by the coast, no doubt close to their final destination.

“It’s gorgeous.” (Y/N) gasped as she peered out of the window, gazing at the beach and at the people making the most of the end of the summer heat before autumn fully settled in. The scent of the salty air and the sound of the seagulls made (Y/N) smile, she found the place somewhat calming.

Five minutes later and they were pulling into the drive of a mansion and even though the hedges were preventing her view, (Y/N) knew they were still close to the seafront as she could still hear the crashing of the waves and the faint sound of people.

Tommy got out of the car first and made his way over to her side of the car and opened the door for her. (Y/N) missed the figure step out of the mansion and make his way down the stairs that were in front of the mansion as she tried to step out of the car with Adam in her arms.

“Here lemme take him.” Tommy took Adam in his arms, the young boy still fast asleep. As grew older, he also grew heavier meaning that (Y/N) couldn’t hold him for long periods of time, making her miss the days where he was tiny and never wanted to leave her arms.

“Mrs Shelby! It’s wonda-ful to see ya lovely face again, shame you brought ya husband along with you though.”

(Y/N) whipped around to where the voice came from, instantly recognising it. She couldn’t believe her eyes and when she looked back at Tommy to make sure that she wasn’t hallucinating, she received a nod that told her that he was real.

“Alfie? Jesus Christ…” (Y/N) murmured as she made her way over to him.

Her eyes caught on the large scar on his face, “What happened to you? Tommy only told me you had died.”

“Oh, this thing ‘ere?” Alfie pointed at his scar, “Yea well, you can blame your husband for tha’”

“You asked me to kill you, Alfie.” Tommy sounded like he’d had this conversation many times before.

“You what?!”

“In my defence luv, I did think I was going to die anyway.”

“I...uh..” (Y/N) was speechless.

“I’ll explain  when we get inside.” Tommy told her as he moved to stand next to her.

Alfie’s eyes catch on Adam who was clinging on to his father in his sleep, “If it isn’t little Tommy Jr, he’s grown a lot hasn’t he?”

Alfie had only met Adam once when he had visited Tommy at the house, (Y/N) had just come home from a walk with a then two-year old Adam when Adam had run into Tommy office to say hello to his father. Alfie had immediately taken note of how similar the father and son looked and the started to call Adam, ‘Tommy Jr’. (Y/N) was pretty sure that he had only done it to annoy Tommy, which it did- not that Alfie would ever find out.

“I think we need to talk, don’t we? Let’s head inside yeah” Alfie led them into their house and sent his maid off the make them some tea.

Tommy placed Adam on the couch so that he was laying down before taking a seat next to him and (Y/N) sat on Tommy’s other side so that he was in the middle.

“Right, so what happened?” (Y/N) asked as she shrugged off her coat.

Alfie a slightly guilty expression on his face but Tommy began talking before she could question him.

“Remember the boxing match a few years ago?” Tommy asked his wife

(Y/N) sat up slightly, “When you were dealing with the Italians? Yeah, why?”

“Alfie had betrayed us-- me and sent Changretta’s men undercover as his to kill me, except they attacked Arthur instead.”

(Y/N) stared at Alfie, gobsmacked, “I..why would you do that? Actually, why am I surprised, you’ve betrayed us before!”

Alfie just winced and kept silent.

“And so when I went to confront him, he tells me that he’s suffering from skin cancer but he wanted to go out his own way--”

“He wanted you to kill him?” (Y/N) caught on.

“I didn’t wan’ to die because of fuckin’ cancer. The doctor said that I most likely got it from the trenches in the war and that’s not how I wanted to die. He also said that it would be painful and long an’ that’s no way for a gangster to go out is it?” There was both pain and anger in Alfie’s voice.

“So you betrayed Tommy because you knew that he would kill you?”

Alfie nodded, “(Y/N)...I wanted it to be quick and painless. I didn’t want to die from cancer.”

“Oh, Alfie.” (Y/N)’s heart hurt for him.

“I didn’t want to shoot him at first but then he shot at me so I shot at him back.”

“You got shot?! You told me you were dealing with Arthur after he had one of his episodes.”

“If I told you I got shot, you would have killed me.” Tommy smiled at his wife.

“You’re absolutely right.”

Whines and grunts came from Adam as he slowly woke up, his body shuffling against Alfie’s couch. (Y/N) couldn’t help but laugh as he sat up, his face was puffy and his hair was a mess, there was also a frown marring his face, clearly not appreciating the fact that he had been woken up.

“Mama?” He croaked as he crawled over Tommy and into her arms.

“Hello poppet, did you have a nice nap?” (Y/N) ran her fingers through his hair, trying to tame it.

“Uh-huh, I had a dream that there was a big lion but dada saved us before it could eat us!”

“Dada saved us? How lucky are we huh” (Y/N) pressed a kiss to his forehead

“Here, drink this Adam” Tommy passed Adam a glass of water that he easily gulped down.

Feeling refreshed and no longer tired, Adam twisted on (Y/N)’s lap but froze at the sight of Alfie sat opposite them.

“Hello there, I’m Alfie Solomons.” Alfie lent forward and held his hand out.

Adam silently stared before leaning forward and shaking his hand “I’m Adam Shelby.”

“Nice to meet you, Mr Shelby.”

Adam paused before he spoke again, “What happened to your face?”

“Adam!” (Y/N) hissed but she didn’t know why she was surprised, he was a kid and kids were curious.

“Nahh it’s orright, he’s fine. I had an accident and hurt myself”

“Did it hurt?”

“For a bit, yeah, but I’m fine now”

“Okay!” That seemed to satisfy Adam who no longer seemed interested anymore.

Tommy shifted as he pulled his watch out of his pocket and sighed when he checked the time, “I have to go.”

“We’ve just got here.” (Y/N) whispered, upset.

“Do you like ships Adam?” (Y/N) smiled at Alfie, knowing that his plan was to distract Adam so that she could talk to Tommy.

“I don’t think he’s ever seen one.” (Y/N) laughed.

“If we’re lucky we can see one from the balcony, wanna see if can see any?”

Adam looked up to his parents for permission, excited at the prospect at seeing ships. (Y/N) and Tommy nodded and he eagerly jumped up off of (Y/N)’s lap and allowed Alfie to take him to the balcony.

“Can you not stay any longer?” (Y/N) asked her husband.

“I wish I could. You have no idea how much I want to stay with you and Adam and hide from everything back home.” Tommy pressed his head against hers and wiped away the tears that slowly began to fall down her cheeks.

“You must come back to me. You must come back to us because I don’t know how I survive if you’re dead.” (Y/N) sobbed.

“I will come back to you but if something does happen then you must promise to do what we planned yeah? You take Adam and you go.”

“Thomas!”

“Promise me (Y/N)” Tommy made sure she was looking at him in the eye as he made her promise.

“I promise. I promise you, Tommy. If something happens, I’ll take Adam and go.”

“Good.” Tommy pressed a kiss to (Y/N)’s lips. “I love you.”

“I love you too. I love you so much, Tommy.” (Y/N) kissed him back and they continued kissing before Tommy pulled away and stepped back.

“Adam, come say bye to dada!” (Y/N) called out so that Adam could hear her from the balcony.

“Bye? Why?” Adam wondered in with Alfie’s binoculars in his hands.

Tommy knelt down in front of him, “Dada has to go back home for a bit but I’ll be back soon, okay?”

Adam frowned but nevertheless nodded, “Can we see the ships together when you come back?”

“Of course. We’ll go to the beach as well okay?”

Adam grinned excitedly and hugged Tommy, “Okay. See you soon! Love you!”

Tommy tightly wrapped his arms around Adam and kissed the side of his head. “Love you too”

Alfie took Adam back outside while (Y/N) followed Tommy to the car to say one more goodbye.

“Come back to me okay?”

“I will. I love you.” Tommy gave her one last kiss before getting into the car.

“I love you too.” (Y/N) said before Tommy drove away.

[give-me-back-my-rhodey]

The Trio is Back - AUgust Day 7

Title: The Trio is Back

Author: Purple_ducky00

Rating: Teen

Warnings: N/A

Relationships: Bucky/Nat/Tony, Bucky/Tony

Square Filled:  N2: Didn’t Know They Were Dating Link: Read on AO3

Summary:  Natasha, Bucky, and Tony have been friends since childhood. Everyone speculates that Natasha will have to choose between the two of them. Little do they know she might just choose both.

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Tony, Bucky, and Natasha have been friends since toddlers. The Starks, the Barneses, and Natasha’s adoptive parents were a close-knit bunch who played bridge on Thursday nights, usually at the Stark mansion.

 As children, the three would run through the house playing superheroes, Super Mario characters, jedi, etc. The Stark butler, Jarvis, always made sure nothing valuable was broken. They would often rope him into their play. As they got older, they calmed down somewhat. Natasha taught Tony to braid so he could braid her and Bucky’s hair.  Both would push him to get more intricate braids. Bucky would recommend books for the others to read, and they had a book club group chat where they would discuss plots and theories. Tony lets them in his lab and teaches them about science.

 When the three turned ten, the adults would joke that Natasha might have a hard time choosing between the two handsome boys. Natasha’s fathers said she should be able to do whatever she wanted. Natasha never paid them any mind because Tony and Bucky were her friends. Why did she need to choose?

The three were inseparable until middle school. They never had a falling out, per se. They just stopped hanging out. Maybe they were tired of everyone trying to figure out who liked who, or maybe they just wanted more friends. No one actually knows. Tony became close with his lab partner James Rhodes, who he dubbed Rhodey. He also roped Virginia Potts into his trio as well. She became known as Pepper almost overnight. Natasha basically adopted the “school nerd” Bruce Banner and Carol Danvers, the girl most of the guys hated because she was “too feminist.” Carol, an avid lesbian even at a young age, didn’t care. Boys were a waste of time to her. Bucky was fast friends with Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson, and Sharon Carter.  Every once in a while, all ten of them would hang out, but it seemed like the legendary trio was over.

 As they reach puberty, the comments about them increase. Instead of being smelly boys, Tony and Bucky both grow into handsome young men. Both realize as they grow older that they were kind of into boys and girls. Sure, Natasha is beautiful, Bucky thinks, but so is Sam. He doesn’t know how Tony feels about Nat, and since one of them was “destined” to get her, he decides he will step back and let Tony ask her out. He takes Sam on a date, and they are steady for a couple of months. They split on good terms at the end.

 Tony has the same line of thought, and he dates Tiberius Stone for a while. Both Bucky and Natasha hate him, but Tony doesn’t know why. Ty is cultured and handsome, a real catch. So, what if he verbally abuses him and guilt-trips him? That’s the way his father always treats him. Isn’t it normal?

 Natasha doesn’t date. She doesn’t care to. If people want to speculate, she doesn’t care. She’s only sixteen, why does it matter if she doesn’t have a partner? Her fathers tell her to take her time, and if she never wants to date, that’s her say.

 When they graduate, Tony goes to MIT. Natasha gets in at Stanford, and Bucky’s parents can only afford for him to go to NYU. Tony offers to pay for a better college, but Bucky won’t let him. They keep in contact and see each other every break. Tony finally breaks up with Ty in his freshman year, but he becomes a party animal. Rhodey does his best to keep Tony out of trouble, but even he fails sometimes. When he graduates summa cum laude, he takes his place at Stark Industries. Natasha studies to become a lawyer, and she passes the bar easily. Bucky graduates NYU and saves up enough to buy his own auto repair shop. All are successful and don’t have much time to spend with each other or anyone else, to be fair.

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Jan, Tony’s stylist, sets him up on a blind date with a Jimmy because he “works too much.” He shows up at the restaurant she picks out to only find Bucky sitting at the table to which the maître d leads him. “Bucky?”

 “Tony? What are you doing here?” Bucky stands.

 “I’m as confused as you are.” Tony sits at the table. “Jan told me I’d be meeting a Jimmy. Who the hell calls you Jimmy?”

 “Well, she called you Anthony. I can’t believe you let anyone call you Anthony.”

 Tony shoots him a glare. “I don’t. Not sure why she told you that you’d be meeting an Anthony… unless she did this on purpose.”

 “What? The parents figure that if Nat doesn’t want to date either of us, they might as well put us together?” Bucky’s eyes snap.

 “I don’t know.” Tony shrugs. “But it all seems very suspicious, you know? What do you propose we do about it?”

 “I think we should eat dinner and go have fun. We both go home to our own houses afterwards and never try to date again, just to screw ‘em.” Bucky smiles sharply.

 “I like that. Deal.”

 Tony wakes up in Bucky’s bed the next day. “Well, I guess that plan didn’t work out.”

 “Yea… I’m torn up between kicking you out now just to fuck our parents or actually fucking you again,” Bucky comments. “Damn, Tones, you’re amazing.”

 Tony colors. “Yea, I had a lot of experience in college. People still like to say they spent the night with me even though I haven’t slept with someone else for months now. I’ve just been busy.”

 “Same. Who has time to date anymore?” Bucky shakes his head. “It’s a shame because I would love to have nights like last night more often.” He straightens completely and raises a finger. “I have an idea, and you may not like it, but here me out. What if we were each other’s booty calls? Just whenever we need a quick smash, we text the other?”

 “James Buchanan Barnes, you are a fucking genius. I would kiss you right now, except my PA’s probably calling my dead phone, wondering where the hell I am. Can we rain check the next session?” Tony hops out of bed, pulling on his pants. Once quickly dressed, he heads to the door to leave and blows Bucky a kiss on his way out.

 Using his watch to ping his driver, Tony heads home to get changed before going to work an hour late. Howard doesn’t berate him as much for being late for work, so Tony wonders if he knew something about his date with Bucky. The thought leaves his mind as he gets started on his day. He doesn’t have time to think about dates or meddling parents.

 As the months go by, both Tony and Bucky text in claims to their booty call agreement. Tony is happy to do so, but he finds himself catching feelings for Bucky. He wonders if it’s because Bucky is the only one that he’s in close contact with, which he mentions to Rhodey when they get lunch on Rhodey’s first day on leave.

 “I mean, I don’t think it’s a good idea to be fucking the only person you have a steady friendship with.” Rhodey steals one of Tony’s fries.

 Tony pouts. “Don’t be like that honeybear. You and Pepper are my friends, too.”

 “Yea, but I’m in the Air Force more than 80% of the time, and Pepper works for you. It’s different.”

 “You’re just jealous that you’re not getting any.” Tony decides.

 Rhodey just smiles. “Says who?”  Tony begins to assault Rhodey for details, the topic of Bucky forgotten.

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“Hey, Natasha’s moving back to New York, apparently.” Bucky informs Tony one morning. “My mom just texted me.”

 Tony groans. “If this becomes another ‘Why don’t you date her?’ thing, I swear I’m going to move to Tahiti and not accept any long-distance calls. You’re welcome to come with if you’d like.”

 “I think we should take her out to dinner one night when she gets settled, just to catch up.” Bucky muses. “Then our parents can’t be mad because we didn’t try.”

 “Yea, I wonder how she’s been. We haven’t talked in so long.” Tony agrees. “I wonder if she got a partnership here or something. I hope so. That’d be good for her.”

 “Nick and Phil will be glad to have her back. If only my parents were as supportive as they are. You should have seen my dad when I told them I was opening my own auto shop.” Bucky smiles that unhappy smile.

 Tony laughs mirthlessly. “I’d be happy if my parents talked to me at all. But being that Howard’s always cranky anymore, I guess it’s best that he doesn’t.”

 ++++++ Natasha moves back less than a month later with a short, sandy haired man in tow. They move into an apartment on the Upper East side. Once she’s settled, she agrees to meet Bucky and Tony for dinner. About ten minutes in, she asks them, “How long have you two been together?”

 “Did someone tell you that we’re together?” Tony demands. “Because they’re wrong. We’re simply booty calls to each other.”

 She shakes her head. “No, you’re not. You might like to think that, but you’re in love with each other. No one told me; I can see it from here.”

 The two men shift in their seats, not daring to look at the other. “So how have you been?” Bucky asks her.

 “Busy. Jenn and I are setting up our own partnership. We’ve gotten a lot of cases lined up, and we need a secretary.  There’re two lawyers working pro bono mostly down in Hell’s Kitchen. We might add them to our firm and pick up their secretary as well. I saw them in court for the Punisher trials, and she seems to have her stuff in order.” She takes a sip of her drink. “Sorry for not keeping up with you guys. I barely even talk to Bruce and Carol.”

 “Mom told me you brought a man home with you,” Bucky says. “She didn’t seem too happy about it. Are you two dating?”

 “Clint? No, he’s just a friend. I’m too busy to date, honestly. I’ve tried a couple times in LA, but it turns out I’m very selective of those with which I choose to hang out. Most men are idiots, and I’m tragically straight. You see my problem, right?”

 “We don’t feel your pain, but we understand,” Tony says. “Well, what we should do is make sure the three of us hang out at least once a month. If we want to bring our other friends, I don’t care, but I’ve sorely missed you, Nat. And Bucky, maybe we should spend more time together with our clothing on.”

 “You say that now, but what about tonight when…” Bucky begins but stops when Natasha gives him her death glare. “Okay, that is still as frightening as ever. Is that how you win all your cases?”

 “No. I’m skilled enough that I don’t need to use that.” Nat flips her hair. “But I’m glad it works on you.”

 Tony stick out his tongue at Bucky. “She’d never kill me. Who would give her those amazing scalp massages?”

 “Now that you’ve brought it up, I demand one once we leave the restaurant.”

 Natasha goes home that night realizing that she missed out on a lot of Tony and Bucky’s lives. If she were being honest, and she is, she kind of relied on their parents’ hope that she would one day marry one of the two. She always acted the way she did because she was equally attracted to both of them, and she would never be able to choose. So, she moved away and let them get on with their lives. She never thought once that they would choose each other and leave her out. She tells this to Clint when she gets home.

 “Talk to them. Maybe they’ll share.” Clint suggests before he falls asleep on the couch.

 She rolls her eyes. “You have a room for a reason.” Natasha knows he’ll still be there when she gets up to go to work the next morning.

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The trio meets up at least twice a month. Per Natasha’s goading, Bucky and Tony start to actually date. She’s happy for them but seeing them sometimes is bittersweet. She just wants to go back to the times where they didn’t have to worry about feelings. All feelings have done for her were made her sad.

 One night, they’re eating takeout in Tony’s kitchen when he says, “You can kill me if we’re wrong, but I want to proposition something with you.”

 Natasha raises an eyebrow. This ought to be interesting. Tony proceeds. “So, Bucky and I are very happy in our relationship, but it could use one more thing… you.”

 “Me?”

 “Yea. We both really like you, and we kind of got the feeling that you like us, too. Are we wrong?” Bucky bites his lip worriedly.

 “No, you’re not wrong. I really like both of you. I have since we were kids. I just never wanted to choose between the two of you. When you got together, I was happy for you. I never thought that you’d both want me as well.”

 “Why wouldn’t we want you?” Tony asks. “We love you so much. Obviously, we’ll have to talk about how this is going to work. I hear communication is key to any good relationship. I should know.”

“Also, if we all date, that’s one way to make sure our parents don’t get exactly what they want. Instead of you choosing one of us, you chose both.”

 Natasha grins. This is a fine arrangement indeed. “I would invite you back to my place, but Clint’s there. Would one of yours work?”

 “It’d have to be Tony’s. I just moved in two weeks ago.” Bucky jabs his thumb at his boyfriend.

 ++++++

Natasha’s parents are overjoyed when they hear the news, Bucky’s parents don’t say anything, but Bucky knows they are a little wary of his relationship. Tony’s parents, on the other hand, are very vocal. Howard has a yelling fit, screaming at Tony until he loses his voice. Maria asks him why he vexes his father like that.

 When Bucky and Nat try to comfort him, he shrugs them off, saying, “That’s the first real conversation I’ve had with either of my parents since I was a kid. Don’t worry; I always knew Howard would have a problem with it.”

 “It still sucks,” Bucky tells him. “No matter what, you’ve got us.”

 Tony knows he’s happy when both his partners cuddle around him in the middle of their California King bed. Throughout all odds, the trio is back together.

[antoniatzhang]

ok here we go

BASICS

full name: antonia trevisani zhang

birthday: may 15th, 1960

age: 19

pronouns: she/her

current residence: wimbourne house, hemlock room

languages: english, mandarin, italian

BACKGROUND

hometown: siena, italy

previous home: n/a

parents: emilia trevisani and zhang jie

siblings: tbd

pets: lucrezia, a tarantula, plus two dobermanns back in italy named alto and nico

WIZARDING STATS

wand:  11″, occamy feather core, wood tbd, unyielding, lined with occamy eggshell silver. 

patronus: jaguar (uncast)

boggart: tbd

amortentia: tbd

PERSONALITY

strengths: adventurous, thorough, observant

weaknesses: unrepentant, misanthropic, self-centered

MBTI: ISTP-a

alignment: chaotic neutral (?... I just hate the word evil so you be the judge of it)

zodiac sign: taurus

likes: fire, deadlines, quidditch, running, spiders, her dogs, shortcuts

dislikes: people, 

MIRROR

height:5'5

body type: skinny

eye color: pitch black

hair color: pitch black

faceclaim: natasha liu bordizzo

voiceclaim: rooney mara w/ accent

EDUCATION

primary school: london school of witchcraft / class of 1978

hogwarts house: slytherin/ class of 1981

degree: healing sciences, mind magic

extracurriculars: dueling club, quidditch, JWL

classes: tbd

BACKGROUND

People are idiots, of that Antonia is sure. Although she is not particularly accomplished in anything worth remarking, Antonia is entirely convinced that everyone is beneath her, in one way or another. That one? Lazy. The other? Presumptuous. The third is naïve. The fourth, unambitious, the poor thing. She could go on and on about the defects of each and every person in the world, without ever recognizing these same exact defects in herself. She has learnt, after all, that in her, all acts are justifiable, because she is special. Talented. Those who see defects in her are likely jealous, as she’s always been told by her parents. This posture makes it difficult for her to like just about anyone, as their defects always make them seem incredibly unworthy of her time. Upon joining Hogwarts, Antonia decided her most likely chance of meeting decent companies would be joining the Junior Witches League, seeing as her mother had been associated to its Italian branch and always spoke wonders of her sisters. So far, however, she remains unimpressed. Her few good qualities are her impressive talent for jinxes, hexes and combative magic as a whole, which she hopes to show off at dueling club, and her ability to push herself relentlessly in everything physical –adrenaline is a key motivator to Antonia. Quidditch and dueling are the most orthodox ways to get those kicks, but other creative ways are also on the table. Danger strikes her fancy.

A childhood like Antonia’s could be described as picture perfect. The setting of Villa Trevisani, a true Tuscany-style mansion in the outskirts of Siena, Italy, was abundant and dreamy. From an early age, she figured she must have been a very special child – what else could explain the garden, the toys, the clothes, all dreamy and all at the tip of her fingers? She was special, as her father explained. Unlike other kids. Not only was she a witch, she also belonged to a phenomenal lineage, and was therefore entitled to all the best things in life. The company of all those goods made for decent substitute of her parents’ attention. They loved her, sure, but both lived hustled celebrity lives – her mother, Emilia Trevisani, a singer and tabloid favorite celebrity in Italy, and her father, Zhang Jie, a superstar quidditch player who led the Chinese national quidditch team to victory on three World Cups, as their seeker. When the couple met over the 1958 Quidditch World Cup, hosted in Italy, they fell in love fast and suddenly, and were married just under 5 months dating. Jie moved to Emilia’s Villa Trevisani and signed a contract with the Grifoni di Siena, Italy’s most popular team. The couple’s first child, Antonia, came to the world at the same time when their marriage was becoming lackluster and dull. They avoided a divorce for the sake of the child, but she understood their relationship perfectly, from a very young age, and saw that there was no love there. Her childhood days were spent in attempts to trick her governesses, distilling all her energy running through the garden, climbing on the statues, throwing fits. She broke her bones more times than she would be able to tell you, in the most various places, and developed quite the tolerance to pain. In quidditch, she could always push herself to the most dire conditions, and her father supported her involvement in the sport tremendously.

Antonia learned she ought to be proud of her lineage, particularly on her father’s side. More than anything, she held a profound sense of admiration for her grandmother, Zhang Baozhai. Zhang Baozhai was the reason why the Zhang name brought chills to the better informed witch or wizard, principally to those in Asia. A sullen, cutthroat woman, she built a dynasty from the ground. First, through years of political influence in the Chinese Ministry of Magic. Second, forging her own line of work – a business operation that ran on the limits of legality and employed dark magic to fulfill the desires of their costumers, whichever be their nature, and always for a lofty price. Baozhai formed a particular bond with her granddaughter and often treated her with more love than she’d ever had for any of her sons. Their bond was so solid that, upon her passing, Baozhai’s wand chose Antonia, an event that brought herself and her father much pride.

tw: violence, physical abuse

Once, in her teenage years, Antonia thought she’d found true love, and she grasped and clung to it for long, painful months that felt like years. At the age of sixteen, she met an English man – a wizard, and a muggleborn, about five years older than her, all of which made the simple fact of her allowing him to get to know her outrageous. He was in Italy for a mysterious job. He was a mysterious man. Everything about him drew her in and, before she knew it, she was too deeply inebriated to deny her feelings. They lived two months of an intense romance, or so she thought. One day the man disappeared without saying a word, and the mysterious job turned out to be stealing pieces of her family heirloom from her home. This enraged her. For months, all she could think of was confronting him, not for the theft but for the deceit, the ridicule. She pestered her parents everyday about allowing her to move to London, on excuses of the most varied – the quality of education, the cultural enrichment, perfecting her English, even the weather, absurd as it was. Eventually they caved in, as they always did. And so, Antonia moved into London, concluding the last two years of her primary education in London School. During that time, finding her deceiver was like a mission to her – not a day went by that she didn’t dedicate herself to it. When she finally found him, living well-off in a condo, Antonia confronted him in his house. Upon the accusations and demands for explaining himself, she was met with resistance, but not the type she’d expected – the man lashed onto her with overwhelming physical strength. She didn’t remember the details – all she remember was feeling utterly subjugated and reaching for her wand like a drowning man to a life buoy. She stunned him, but it didn’t feel like enough. Nothing felt like enough. Had she been a better person, she would have left and reached out to the DMLE, but instead, she did something else out of unexplainable rage: she attempted to obliviate him. And failed. Miserably. Instead of forgetting her, or anything, he forgot everything, including basic motor functions. He went into vegetative state. This earned him a one-way ticket to St. Mungus, and Antonia earned an expulsion from school. But not one that couldn’t be lifted by her father, who knew just who to persuade with words and whose palms to grease. Antonia came out of this traumatic event feeling victorious, and felt not a pinch of regret for what she did. In fact, by the time she had to choose her degree, she thought it would be ironic to choose Mind Magic as her degree, with particular interest to obliviating. She still visits him in St. Mungus every year, traditionally during Christmas time.

TL;DR

yea sorry I sometimes overdo it here’s the tl;dr:

- hates everyone, think’s she’s better than anyone

- have you ever met someone who always turns the conversation into something that’s 100% about them, like, almos doesn’t even pretend they’re listening? yup that’s her

- spoiled af, if you’ve watched murder of gianni versace, think andre cunanam’s dad and you’ll get the picture of her fathering profile

- adrenaline junkie

- tw violence/physical abuse: ex-boyfriend-turned-conman tried to be physically violent to her so she stunned and obliviated-ish him (ik makes no sense, but she was in chaos), except she didn’t know how to obliviate someone and ended up turning his brain into mashed potatoes. figured, welp, guess I have a talent for the thing, might as well become an obliviator. so now she’s studying mind magic.

- I’m going with death eater long term (duh), please hmu with plots if you have any ideas!!!

- also yes I was obviously inspired by natasha’s ethnicity (chinese + italian), this is not a coincidence