#anytime he smiled his already furrowed eye closes more LMAO

[rainystarshower]

Hai! I would like to req ratio x gn! Reader (omg i feel like your page is gonna be full of ratio fics lmao) anyways reader is like super clingy and always clings to him everywhere they go, holding his arms or his fingers (i feel like hes gonna be flustered anytime reader does that) even when they go to bed together, ratio couldnt even get out of bed in the morning cuz how tight reader holds his arm. Honestly you can pick the scenario cuz i couldnt think of anything lmao i hope this isn't to much

‘Your touch!’

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chara : Dr. Ratio

cw : fluff, gn reader, veritas ratio, reader is STRONG🔥🔥🔥

a/n : HELP UR RIGHT ANON IM GETTING SO MANY RATIO REQUESTS😭 But like, whenever I check the dr ratio x reader tag there’s only one fic per day...ratio fans are STARVING!! More food incoming from Rei!!!!!!!!

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Ratio couldn’t bear this anymore. Nighttime, he sat in his office chair, door locked to prevent you from entering. You were the reason he was like this after all. With his furrowed eyebrows, be buried his face into his hands, annoyed but flushed. He was extremely flustered and he just couldn’t contain it anymore!!

After taking a deep breath, the flush on his face slowly started to decrease. Now it was time for him to think back, as to why he’s so flushed! He leans back into his office chair, looking up at the ceiling — his brows still frowned. He recalled all those memories of you and him...

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You slammed open Ratio’s office door as he was working — startling him a little. Without another word coming out of his mouth, you instantly crawled onto his lap and hugged him, resting your cheek on his shoulder. You could feel how Ratio’s heart started beating faster, and how he immediately stopped his breath. You only smiled as he tried finding words. “What are you...” Was all he could let out, before you dug your face deeper into his neck. “Nothing. Just missed you” you murmured. You could feel the heat of his cheeks rising every second.

Another moment, where you and Ratio were just walking along the sidewalk of Penacony, talking about trivial matters. Slipping your hand into his, he notices and flinches. You show him a smile and he sighs, the blush on his face undeniable as he lets you hold his hand.

Or even that moment in bed, where you had come home late, seeing Ratio already asleep in your guys’ shared bed. You instantly changed and snuggled up close to him, either burying your face in his chest or hugging him from the back. He opens his eyes after you finally fall asleep, trying to keep his heart beat steady.

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All those times, gosh, you kept clinging to him! He didn’t hate it, no, never... But you were distracting him! It was like everytime he was in your vicinity you’d immediately interwine your hands or fingers, or you’d straight up hug-attack or pounce on him!

Lost in thought of you, he almost fell out of his chair — being startled by you breaking open his locked door. “Are you gonna sleep?” You ask him, walking over to his chair from behind and wrapping your arms around his neck loosely. Your damp hair from the shower you just took wetting Ratio’s shoulder and face slightly.

“Yes, after I finish the current project. There’s something missing in it.” He says, surprised you broke down the locked door, but feeling cooled and immediately forgetting about it by the water on his face and your hug. “Have you been sleeping enough? It seems like you haven’t.” That’s true, he hasn’t. He’s constantly kept awake, all because he isn’t used to the affection you pour onto him. Every small touch feels like he’s falling in love with you all over again, sparks that he thought could either never be lit again or lit at all — burning with every touch. “I’ve... Been distracted.” He admits, ashamedly. You pull back in surprise. “You? Distracted? Do tell why Doc!” You sit yourself ontop of his desk, taking his hand and playing around with it. His gloves, or just inspecting his hands.

He looks at you, praying you don’t notice his flush. His expression is unusually softer, he looks at you as if you’re something he just cannot figure out. He would never say this directly to your face, but, he’d like to hold you forever. “Someone has been distracting me.” He turns his head away, his eyes flickering from you time to time. “Is a co-worker bothering you?” You ask, still holding his hand but looking at him. “Not... Quite. They distract me in a way everytime they do little acts of touching me, I seem to be unable to stop thinking of it.” Your eyes widen, and he notices. “Such measly touches... Unable to escape my mind...” He repeats. You feel his hand slightly flince, going stiff for a second. “It’s... An addictive feeling...” You feel your own cheeks burn slightly. He looks at you from the side of his eye.

Your laugh fills the room, his face now turned to face you. He scoots his chair closer to you, his eyebrow slightly twitching. “Why are you laughing?” He articulated. “Nothing, you’re just adorable! Is this your way of saying you enjoy how clingy I am?” You wipe the tear from your eye that evolved from laughter, smiling at him and refusing to let go of his hand — not that he minds. His jaw slightly falls open, as if he’s unsure of what to say. Searching for the words. Only you could make him feel like this... Like an idiot... “Perhaps.” He almost denies.

You sigh fondly. Ratio immediately noticing the warmth in your smile. You jump off the table and stand besides Ratio’s chair. He looks at you, rather puzzled as to what you’re trying to do. But before he knows it, you scoop him up from his chair, your arms and hands underneath his legs and back. He’s caught off guard, he yelps.

You immediately take him to your shared room, closing the lights and leaving only one lamp with a warm dim lighting open. Then taking off any bothersome piece of accessory Ratio wears on his person and immediately cuddle him. He looks at you, surprised. But how he loved it when you held him like this, or when he held you. He didn’t say a thing, only embracing your touch in that moment — making the two of you drift into slumber.

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Anon this idea of urs was so big brain I think I crapped myseld

[jrueships]

Get a man who looks at you the same way keldon looks at luka

Practicing fighting for a pass? Keldon elbowing luka

Luka: 😑 . Iron grip unlocked. *pulls back on keldon slightly

Keldon: *acts like luka just killed him

Keldon and luka bf interview while keldon is... goin thru it LMAO. Luka: yes this is my boyfriend.

Keldon: 🩹:-D hiiiii !!!!!

The differences of their smiles..

The way luka looks at keldon even with that big ass bandage and black eye LMAO

The things i would do to get a link to this interview.

[sunmoonandeddie]

as long as i’m living

pairing: bucky barnes x reader

word count: 4,097

summary: Battles are always hard, especially the aftermath and what’s left behind.

warnings: Parent death.  Cussing.  Violence.  Angst.  Hurt to comfort.

a/n:  Lmao I don’t always get the motivation to write, but when I do...  Please let me know what you guys think.

There’s a certain feeling that lingers in the air in the ending moments of the battle.  When the dust has started to settle and you’re not quite sure whether or not that was the last of your enemy or if you need to prepare for another wave.  The wariness clung to your skin like sweat as you look around, heart still racing a million miles an hour.

The scent of blood hadn’t yet been overtaken by the scent of death, but it wouldn’t be long before it did.  It’s tangy and metallic and you could just choke on it.

This particular battle was at a Hydra base, and the reptilians that you’d been fighting for hours covered the ground.

As you looked around and your eyes met a pair of lifeless orbs, you’re reminded that even though they were horrible, despicable people, they were still people.

They were human.

Their blood ran just as red as yours, their fingerprints a pattern just as unique as yours.  There would never be someone just like them.  There would never be someone with the same marks on their skin, their moles and freckles and stretchmarks.  They wouldn’t have the same experiences or memories, and the ones that the people on the ground had were gone forever.

But you scoffed as your eyes made out the Hydra symbol on an agent’s shirt.

Hydra’s members might’ve had the bodies of humans, but every single one of them had a monster’s mind.

You couldn’t bring yourself to believe there was anything human about choosing a life of killing people in the name of hatred, of taking down mankind.

But the worst part of the aftermath of a battle was when you had to comb through after to find survivors.  You had to take those that had survived in for questioning and then they were usually thrown into a prison cell for the rest of their lives.

“Honey?”

A good amount of the tension that resided in your chest and leaked out into your shoulders released as you heard the sound of your lover’s voice.

“Bucky,” you breathed out in relief as he came down the hall.

But there was protocol that had to be followed.

He stopped six feet away, taking a breath.  “How many dates did it take before I kissed you?” He asked.

A smile tugged at the corner of your mouth.  “Four.  And I kissed you first because you were too nervous.”

Security questions.  Things only you and your teammates would know.  The lot of you had been through enough cases of stolen identities and imposters attempting to infiltrate the team for you to go without them.

The hunk of a man that you called yours rushed forward and cupped your face like you were made of fine china before kissing you soundly.

Every logical thought left your head as you melted against him.  Butter.  That’s what you were anytime he touched you.  Fucking melted butter.

You had never thought that you’d meet someone that could make you feel so at home until you’d met him four years before.  It had taken you a little while to let him in, and most people were surprised when they found out that he was the one that was breaking down your walls and not the other way around.

“You okay?” He asked, even as he was already pulling back to check you over.  He lifted your arms to check for any injuries before doing the same to each leg while letting you lean on him.  A sly smile spread over his face as he then began to pat down your tummy and your back, ending with playfully squeezing your ass.

You knew part of it was actually to look for injuries, but the bigger point of it was him trying to unfurrow your brow and relax, to get you to laugh.

And it worked every time.

But a whimper cut through the air and you froze.  “What was that?” You asked as your head whipped towards the direction it had come from.

“I’m not sure,” Bucky said, his hand going to the gun that rested in his holster.  “Wait he—”

Before he could even finish his sentence, you were rushing towards the sound.

You had a gut feeling that it wasn’t an enemy.  That hadn’t been the sound of a cold-hearted Hydra agent.

“M-Mommy?”

Heart hammering, you stopped in the doorway of what looked like a mini laboratory, stopping in your tracks as you saw the scene laid out before you.

You jerked awake as you heard the sirens going off, the alarms.  You’d been through enough safety drills to know that they meant trouble.

Your mother reached for you, her loving hands picking you up and wrapping you in a warm blanket.  “There we go…  There’s my baby girl.  All nice and warm,” she cooed.

Why was she in her work suit?  You didn’t understand…  She wasn’t supposed to work until morning, right?

The only light in the room was coming from the window, moonlight streaming in and landing on your bed, where your pile of stuffed animals rested.

“Mama?” You yawned, eyes still fuzzy from sleep.  “Mama, what’s going on?”

“We’re gonna play a game, okay?” She whispered, bringing her finger to her lips in a shushing motion.  There was a look in her eyes that you couldn’t name.  It was a foreign wobble in her lower lips, a glassiness in her eyes.

The fabric of her black suit was rough as you clung to her.  “What kind of game, mama?  I’m tired…  Why can’t I go back to bed?”

She grabbed your favorite stuffed animal from the bed, a stuffed elephant named Pinky, and placed her in your arms.  “Because we gotta, okay?” She said, a tear trickling down her cheek.

For some reason, the tone of her voice got you to stop complaining, and you nodded.  In your short life, you’d never seen her so… panicked.

Your mother plastered on a smile as she carried you to the miniscule kitchen of your apartment, over to the lazy Susan in the corner.  “We’re gonna play a game of hide and seek, okay?  And we gotta win, yeah?  You like winning.”

That was true.  You’d had a bit of a competitive streak.

After you confirmed what she said with a nod, she hugged you tight, tighter than you’d ever been hugged before.  “Mama loves you so much,” she said, tears openly rolling down her cheeks as she pressed kisses all over your face.  “You know how much mama loves you?  More than anything.  More than the moon and all the stars in the sky.”

Her sadness was starting to spill into you as you looked at her, your chubby hands holding onto her cheeks.  “M-Mama?  Mama, what’s happening?”

“Everything’s gonna be okay, baby girl.  Mama loves you.  And I’m always gonna love you and I’m always gonna be here for you, okay?” She said, sniffling as she wiped at your eyes.  “No more tears, okay?  No crying in hide and seek, yeah?  We gotta win and we can’t win if we’re crying.”

“I love you, mama,” you said, feeling the overwhelming urge to tell her over and over.  “I love you.”

“I know, baby girl,” she said with a weak laugh as she kissed your cheeks.  She opened up the door of the corner cabinet, pushing everything inside back to make enough room for a four year old.  Your mother wrapped you and Pinky up in the blanket a little tighter, a weak smile on her lips.  “You’re gonna hide in here, okay?  And you’re gonna go all the way to the back, yeah?”  She set you in the cabinet, holding your face in her hands.  “And listen.  Look at me.  Look at me.  You have to be completely silent.  No noise at all, okay?  We gotta win hide and seek.”

Your brows furrowed as you started to get out of the cabinet.  “B-But I wanna hide with you, mama.  Where are you hiding?  Who are we playing with?”

She shook her head as she urged you back into the cabinet.  “Shh…  Shh…”  She glanced back towards the front door before looking back at you.  There were footsteps running by outside, but so far no one had attempted to come in.  

“Mama?” You whispered, your eyes round with fear as you glanced towards the door.  “W-Who are we playing with?”

The shaky breath she took alarmed you.  “It’s a surprise, okay?” She said as she got you to sit back down in the cabinet. “But listen.  Mama needs you to cover your ears, yeah?  And no coming out or peeking until the sirens stop or I come and get you, okay?”

A nod.  “O-Okay, mama…”

She pressed her lips to your forehead, and you could feel her tears on your scalp.  “I love you so much, baby girl.  So much.”  Your mother closed the cabinet door after urging you to scoot towards the back, Pinky clutched to your chest.

The cabinet was pitch black except for the little sliver of light that came from the crack at the bottom of the door.

Heart pounding, you covered your ears just like she said, squeezing your eyes shut for good measure.

You could hear the blood pounding in your ears.  Despite your mother reassuring you that everything was going to be okay, you couldn’t stop crying.

There were random bangs here and there, and then you heard the banging on the front door of your apartment.  There was another bang, and then a loud thud, like a door being slammed against the wall.

You couldn’t quite hear what else was happening as you sat inside the cabinet.  Pinky’s soft fur and the warmth of the blanket was the only comfort you had.

There was a commotion outside, but your mother’s words rang in your ears.  No peeking or uncovering your ears or getting out of the cabinet until the sirens stopped or she came and got you.

But this was bad.  Really bad.  You could feel it in your gut.

Your mother had always told you to trust your gut, but you could tell this wasn’t the time.

But maybe just a peek wouldn’t hurt…  You just wanted to know what was going on.

Palms sweaty, you opened the door just a crack to peek out into the kitchen.  Your blood ran cold as you saw your mother pointing a gun at a man that was standing in the doorway.

“Get the fuck out,” she snarled.  You’d always known she was a powerful woman, a lioness, but you’d never gotten to see it in person.

The man sneered, the look of the devil in his eyes as he shifted his gun in his grip.  “You’re not the one in charge here, are you?  Not exactly one to be giving orders.”  He turned his head slightly as someone spoke into his earpiece.  The look that settled over his face was horrifying.  “It’s not personal,” he said as his finger twitched on the trigger.  A loud bang echoed throughout the room, your hand slapping over your mouth as you fought the scream that bubbled up in your throat.

Blood splattered across the pristine white cabinets of your kitchen as your mother fell.  Her knees made a thud as she cried out, falling onto her side.  There was an indent on one of the cabinets where the bullet had hit after it exited her lower back.

“Like I said,” the man said with a snort.  “It’s not personal.”  He left with his boots thudding against the tiled floor, leaving the door open.

Your entire body was trembling as you pushed the cabinet door open, your heart racing.  “M-Mama?” You said as you slowly left the cabinet.  “Mama?”

She had curled up on the ground, pressing her hands to the entry wound on her tummy.  “B-Baby girl…  Y-You need to g-get back in the cabinet, okay?”

Shaking your head, you crawled towards her, not caring that your purple pajama pants were getting soaked.  Your lower lip wobbled as you went to her side.  “Mama?  Y-You’re hurt.”  You needed to get help.  You had to.

You had started to get to your feet, your legs wobbling, when she grabbed your hand.  “Baby girl.  Baby.  C-Come here,” she said.  She knew there was no way she’d be able to convince you to get back in the cabinet now.  Her slender fingers, which you had always thought were so pretty and elegant, reached up to cup your face.  “It’s gonna b-be okay.  I promise.  B-But I need you to stay right here with me.”  Your mother shifted, wincing in pain.  “My baby.  I love you so, so m-much.  And I’m always g-gonna be with you.  I promise.”

“Y-You pinky promise?” You whimpered, holding up your pinky for her.

A weak smile brightened her face for just a second as she nodded, wrapping her larger pinky around yours.  “I p-pinky promise.  Now can you come over h-here?  Get real close.”

Sniffling, you moved closer to her and let her guide your head to rest over her heart.  “I love you, m-mama…  You’re gonna b-be okay, right?”

“Yes, baby.  I’m g-gonna be okay,” she said, her voice cracking.  “I love you more than the moon and all the stars in the sky.”  Her arm wrapped around you, keeping you close as she started to softly sing the lullaby she sang to you every night.  “I’ll love you forever.  I’ll like you for always.  As long as I’m living, my baby you’ll be…”  It was from your favorite night time book, Love You Forever.  There wasn’t a single night that you could remember where she didn’t read it to you before bed.

Tears rolled down your cheeks as she sang the lullaby over and over, her free hand smoothing over your hair.  Her heartbeat was getting weaker.  You could feel it.

She was fading.

“I’ll love you forever.  I’ll like you for always.  As long as I’m living…”

Silence.

Her hand had stopped moving.  Her arm around you went limp.

“M-Mama?”  Lower lip wobbling, you sat up a little, turning to look at her face.  Your hands moved to her face.  “Mama?  M-Mama, you gotta wake up,” you said as you shook her a little.  The panic was starting to set in when she still didn’t move, even though her eyes were open.  Everyone had always told you that you’d had her eyes, but now they were strange and unnatural, unfocused.

“Mama!” You cried, literally begging at this point as you shook her even harder.  “M-Mama, you gotta wake up!  Wake up!”  You slumped against her as you realized she wasn’t going to wake up, sobbing into her chest.  “Mama…  Mama, please…  Don’t go…”

It was several hours before anyone found you.  At least four.

There were footsteps coming down the hall, but you hardly noticed.  You were curled up against her body, holding onto her hand even though her fingers had gone cold.

“Shit.”

Your head slowly turned to see several agents in the doorway.

“Hey, kid,” the one in front said after a rather pregnant pause.

Hiccups shook your chest as you looked at him.  “M-Mama’s gone.  And n-no one came to h-help.”

The man sighed, rubbing his temples.  “Come on.  Let’s get you out of there,” he said, walking over and picking you up. “NO!  NO!” You screamed, kicking out at him.  It was the most energy you’d had in hours.  “PUT ME DOWN!  I WANNA STAY WITH MAMA!  I WANNA STAY!”

“You said it yourself, kid,” he said as he carried you out of there.  “Your mom’s gone.”

There was a little girl sitting on the ground, her hair in pigtail braids.  “Mommy?” She repeated, her little voice wavering as she shook the woman that was lying on the ground.  “Mommy, wake up.  You gotta wake up.”

It was like a mirror had been forced in front of your face, and then someone had smashed your head into it.

It was jarring, being reminded that Hydra agents, just like any other humans, had children.  And when they died for their cause, those children were left behind as orphans.

“Honey…,” Bucky whispered behind you, but he stopped once he realized what was happening.

He knew your past.  Of course he did.  And he visited your mother’s grave with you every chance the two of you got.

You did always get to see her name on the Wall of Valor anytime you went to any SHIELD facility.  You could never bring yourself to pass it without kissing your fingers and pressing it to her name.

It was hard sometimes.  You didn’t really get to know her as a person or an agent.  You knew her as your mother, of course, but you wanted to truly know her.  You wanted to know who her first love was, her favorite brand of jeans, what her favorite movie genre was.

And this little girl would be just like you if you didn’t do something about it.  She’d end up in the foster system, being passed around until either someone adopted her or she aged out, like you had.

You couldn’t let that happen.

“Hi, sweetheart,” you said softly as you moved closer to the little girl.  “What’s your name?”

She jerked in surprise, backing away towards her mother as she looked up at you and Bucky with wide brown eyes.  “W-Who are you?”

A fierce urge of protection came over you as you gave her your name, crouching down and watching her closely.  “Can you tell me your name?”

You were doing your best to fight the grief that was welling up in your chest.  It wasn’t often that you allowed yourself to think about the night that you’d lost your mother, but now you were reliving it.  Colors and sounds and scents were flying through your mind at an alarming pace as you tried to focus on the little girl in front of you.

“V-Valerie,” she said after a second.  She sniffed as she looked back at the body behind her.  “C-Can you h-help my mommy?  She’s not waking up.”

Taking a shaky breath, you moved towards her.  Your shaking fingers pressed against her pulse point in her neck, and just as you suspected, there was nothing.  She was almost cold to the touch already.

Valerie was younger than you had been, but only by a few months.  Her round cheeks were stained with tears as she watched you examine her mother.

“Val, can you look at me?” You asked gently as you took her hands in yours.  Your throat felt tight as you tried to find the words to explain.  It hadn’t exactly been done gently for you.

She nodded, her soft eyes hopeful.  “C-Can you help mommy?”

A deep breath.  Count to five.

“You know…  When I was your age…  When I was your age, my mommy had to go away,” you said quietly, squeezing her hands.  “She got hurt.  And…  And she had to go somewhere better.  Somewhere she wouldn’t hurt anymore.”

“But…  But I want her here,” Valerie whimpered, a fresh wave of tears coming over her.  “Why can’t she be not hurt here?”

“I don’t know, sweetheart,” you admitted as you smoothed her flyaways back away from her face.  God, your own tears were threatening to overwhelm you.  “But my mommy is always with me, just like yours will be with you,” you said.  You pointed to her heart.  “Right here.”

You’d have to explain in more detail later on down the road, or maybe she’d just come to understand as she got older.  In all honesty, you just really hoped that she would grow to understand.

Her brows furrowed as she looked down at your joined hands.  “But…  But mommy feels better now?  S-She’s not hurt?”

Pressing your lips together, you nodded.  “Exactly.  Her body is here, but her heart and her soul is not, yeah?  And she’s looking down on you right now.”  You looked around, trying to find any sign of another parent.  “Do you have a dad?”

She shook her head, her thumb going to her mouth.

Bucky’s heart hurt for you and the little girl as you searched the suite, eventually finding birth certificates and everything you’d need.

“Bucky, can you take these?” You asked, knowing that you two needed to get back to the quinjet.  There was no doubt that your teammates were shouting into Bucky’s comm, since you’d turned yours off.  After the documents were safe in his arms, you turned to Valerie.  “Sweetheart, can I pick you up?  We need to get out of here, okay?”  It took a second for her to agree, but you easily lifted her into your arms and rested her on your hip.  “Do you have a favorite blankie?  A favorite stuffed animal?”  Once her stuffed animal was in her arms and her head was covered with the blanket, her vision obscured from seeing the carnage of the battle, you nodded to Bucky, and the three of you quickly found your way to the quinjet.

“Not a word,” Bucky warned the others as the three of you climbed on.

The others were watching in confusion as you took Valerie to one of the seats farthest away from everyone.  “Okay, sweetheart,” you said as you gently uncovered her head.  “It’s gonna be a few hours until we’re home.  You wanna get some sleep?”

She nodded, still sucking her thumb.  “W-Will you stay with me?” She asked, clinging to you.

“Yes.  I will,” you said reassuringly.  “Can I change out of these clothes first?  They’re a little uncomfy, huh, baby?”

Bucky moved over to her, quietly introducing himself as your boyfriend as you changed into civilian clothing in the bathroom.

“What are you thinking?” Natasha asked the second you emerged.  “Taking a kid?”

“We killed her mother,” you said, watching Bucky and Valerie over her shoulder.  It definitely seemed like they were getting along…

“Her mother was a Hydra agent.”

Your brows furrowed as you met her eyes again.  “And?”  Out of all people, Natasha should’ve understood why you brought the little girl along.  “She’s a child.  One that deserves a future.”  A grin spread over your lips as you moved back to the two, relaxing as you saw the faint smile on Valerie’s lips.

“I may have promised Val that we could get ice cream tomorrow,” Bucky said, giving you puppy eyes as he looked up from where he was kneeling in front of the little girl.

“Yeah?  I think we can do ice cream,” you said with a slow smile as you sat down.

The little girl immediately crawled into your lap and curled up against your chest, closing her eyes.  She was dozing on and off the two hour plane ride home, and you immediately took her to bed once you got back.

Bucky and you tucked her into your shared bed, knowing you’d have to go and get her a bed and everything the next day.  But you didn’t mind giving up your bed for her.

“I’ll love you forever.  I’ll like you for always,” you sang sweetly to her as you unbraided her hair, smoothing it away from her face.  “As long as I’m living, my baby you’ll be…”

“She’s so tiny,” Bucky whispered, looking at the little girl with a soft reverence.  “She reminds me of Becca when she was small…”  He couldn’t help but smile as he rested his chin on the edge of the bed.  “We need to get her a bed and things…”

“Tomorrow…,” you said quietly, shushing him gently.

Maybe the universe had intended for you to find her.  Maybe Valerie was meant to be your daughter, because the second you had seen her, you’d known that you’d do anything to protect her.

Just like your mother had done for you.

She was still teaching you things even now.

There was a certain feeling lingering in the air.  It was the exact opposite of what you always felt at the end of a battle.

The smell of baby shampoo.  The sound of her soft snores.  Bucky’s head resting against your shoulder.

The both of you needed to shower, but you didn’t care.  It could wait just a little bit longer.

Your eyes felt hot as you caressed the little girl’s cheek, swallowing around the lump in her throat.  “I’ll love you forever.  I’ll like you for always.  As long as I’m living, my baby you’ll be.”

[echos-newlegs]

I return with part two of this fic. I dunno how good it will be, started it at 11:37pm because I can’t sleep lmao. I found a prompt list tho and I’ll be posting that shortly 😳. Also I am a Tom boy so please excuse this chapter. I dunno words of things or how most girls dress up for dates. I’ve never been on one, and my purse is deep, blue Jean, pockets and a Star Wars wallet ✌️🥸

Warnings: Implied sexual themes, it doesn’t go into depth though. I may write the hanky panky in a separate chapter if y’all want.

Part one - This is part two

You and Echo hung out anytime he made his return to Corusant. It could be days after, or even months. Echo always had this horrid feeling that one mission would go wrong, and he wouldn’t be able to see you again. Or that you would decided seeing a clone wasn’t worth it, and move on. If you would even consider what the two of you had as, ‘seeing one another.’ You on the other hand were just worried for his safety. He didn’t make you feel self conscious or like he would move on and find someone new. He was so loyal, even if what you had wasn’t official.

After nearly six months of knowing one another. Seeing each other a near twelve times, bringing both you and your daughter back a gift after each mission. Or just a fun story about he and his brothers for the two of you. Though, Echo finally asked the last time if he could officially take you on a date. One with just the two of you. He adored your daughter, but having a five year old running around did tend to kill the mood, and you understood. Nearly jumping into his arms with a grin as you kissed his cheek. Blurting ‘yes!’ almost a little, too excitedly.

You were just getting ready to leave your house. Purse hung over your shoulder as your shoes clicked on the tile of your kitchen. You weren’t wearing anything super fancy, you didn’t wanna overwhelm yourself or Echo. It was still casual, but it was nicer than your normal. Exiting the house and locking the door behind you, after making sure the lights were all off for the thousandth time. When Echo came up behind you with a grin. “You ready?” He asked, you jumped a bit and you turned to see him. He wasn’t in his armor for once, nor his blacks. Which he would occasionally lounge around your home in until— who you learnt was his brother Fives— was ready to leave.

You smiled and swatted at his arm. “Warn a girl before sneaking up on her,” you teased. Echo tittering a bit. “Not my fault you’re always so jumpy,” “am not,” “Y/N, I could argue differently. You nearly punched me last time I saw you because your daughter let me in the house.” You scoffed, the two of you beginning your stroll down the street to who knows where. “You deserved it, not like I expected someone in full armor to be standing in my kitchen eating Star cherry dessert!” Echo laughed at that, causing you to laugh with him.

The two of you continued your stroll. You were thankful to have a night to yourself. Plus C/N got a night with friends. “Where are we going, anyways?” You asked, looking to your side to see Echo grinning. “You’ll see.” Was all he said. You weren’t really one for surprises. You were impatient and somewhat stubborn, and he knew this. Causing a sigh to leave your lips as the two of you strolled the dim lit streets.

Echos hand brushed against yours, fingers reaching to catch yours. You accepting his offer. Taking his hand into your own and leaning against his side a bit. You could of swore you heard him release a breath, too. Making you smile a bit more. In all honesty, even if the two of you just walked around the city, you would be the happiest person alive. Internally squealing when his thumb started rubbing over the back of your hand.

You came up to a diner, tilting your head a bit. “Echo, I could have made us something.” You spoke, looking over to him and he shook his head. “No no, this is supposed to be us relaxing and spending time with each other. Not me making you cook.” You were about to argue with him, but the look he gave you made you close your mouth and nod in agreement. “Alright, but I’m paying for myself.” Echo snickered and pulled you inside. “Alright, fine, deal.”

The two of you sat at a booth by the window. Across from one another as music played in the background, faintly. You both gazed over the menu, deciding what looked best. “You ever been here, Echo?” You asked, looking up to catch his gaze. “No, actually, but I’ve wanted to try it, have you?” You nodded, “I work here,” you added with a grin as you watched his smile fade. “Oh, I uh, I’m sorry, I didn’t know.” You snickered, shoving him from across the table. “Echo, I’m kidding, I work at a repair shop. I used to work here though, back when I was a teen.” You added and he smiled once more. Stars, how you could watch him smile for hours.

He raised a brow and stared at you, interested. “You repair things, like what?” “Speeders, droids, tech, you name it. It was something I learnt from my dad and brothers, and it pays the rent.” You added and he nodded. “Might have to have you look over my communicator for my helmet some time,” and you hummed in thought. “It’ll cost you,” he raised his brows. Grin only widening. “Oh yeah, and what’s the price?” Though before you could even think of a response the waitress was there with a pen in hand. “What will the lovely couple have to drink.” The comment caught you both off guard, blushing and rambling. “Oh,” “we’re not-“ “he’s just-“ “A friend?” The waitress asked, a hip popped out as she smiled mischievously at the two. “Uh huh, and I work here for fun. What’ll it be for drinks?”

The two of you stared at her and then glanced at each other. You speaking up first, since it was obvious Echo had no idea what he wanted. “A Star Cherry malt, please.” The waitress nodded, and wrote it down. “Just one or two?” “Just one,” Echo interrupted you before you could speak. You glanced over to catch him smile. “Alright, one Star cherry malt on its way.” And off she went.

The moment she returned with the drink Echos eyes lit up with curiosity. “Do you two need a moment before you order?” “Yes please, ma’am,” you spoke, and she nodded. Walking off again. You looked back to Echo and raised a brow. “Have you ever had a malt?” He shook his head, ‘no.’ You would have been surprised, if he hadn’t acted like you made gold each time he ate with you at home. “No, on Kamino, we were...” he trailed off a bit. “Programmed to not intake sweets. It messes with our energy.” He added and you snorted. “It messes with everyone’s energy, hun. Now try some. If you like the cookies I bake, then you should like this flavor.” He didn’t think twice before taking one of the straws and taking a drink.

His eyes were focusing. Eyebrows raised. Pulling back to look at you with a childish grin. “So?” “It’s amazing! Why do I even listen to anyone besides you, I’ve been hidden from everything!” He exclaimed and you couldn’t help but giggle. Pointing out some of your favorites on the menu. He stuck to some simple things. The two of you splitting fries and eating burgers. Absolutely enjoying your time together.

Once finished, you paid, like you said you would. He didn’t argue either. The two of you walking home, hand in hand. “When will you be back?” You asked, expecting he would have to leave the moment you got back to yours. “Tomorrow, if you’ll let me? We don’t leave for our next mission until the day after, I technically don’t even have to be back to the bunks tonight. I could crash on your couch if I wanted.” He told you. You looking up to him with a grin. “You know, the heater in my apartment went out, I’m doubtful you’d want to stay on my couch.” You spoke, looking down towards your feet. Him sighing and pulling you closer. Draping an arm over your shoulders. “Well, now I want to more, I thought you fixed things anyways?” He asked and you furrowed your brows with a grin. Pulling your keys out and unlocking your door when the two of you got to your place.

You pushed the door open and pulled him inside. Shutting it behind the two of you. “I do, but no ones asked me to. I don’t just hand out help for free, you know.” You told him. Making it a point to drag your hand up his arm as you walked off down the hall. Flipping on the lights. You knew he was right behind you, too. Following you like a lost dog. “So, did you wanna stay the night?” You asked, looking back to him, and he shrugged. Licking his lips as he looked around and then back to you. “I can, if you’ll let me. I can get out of your hair, if you want me to?” He asked. “Come back tomorrow.” You shook your head with a grin. “No need, we can watch a movie and lay on the couch for a bit, then you can keep me warm tonight.” You added with a wink. Snickering at the taken back expression he gave you. “I’ll return, I’m going to go change, you get comfy, Echo.” You murmured and he nodded. “Sure thing, Cyar’ika.” He added, and pulled his nice clothes off. Blacks resting underneath as they normally were.

When you returned your hair was down, what little makeup you had on was removed, plus you were in your sleep wear. Baggy clothing that made you look smaller in his eyes, but he loved it. He was sitting on the couch already, waiting for you to return. You smiled and grabbed the remote as you sat next to him with a sigh. Looking over at his awkward form. Scrunched together, hands to himself. He didn’t cease to surprise you. How one second he could be touchy, and the next moment too embarrassed to even hold your hand anymore. “You know, you don’t have to keep your hands to yourself.” You added. Looking at the screen. Finding a holovideo for the two of you to watch. Or even just have it as background noise.

Your lips pressed together when he eventually wrapped his arm around you. Pulling you against him as you rested your head against his shoulder. Neither of you were really paying attention to the screen at this point. Too distracted by one another’s presence. Hands eventually finding one another. “What does.. Cyar’ika mean?” You asked. Looking up to him with a curious and innocent gaze. A blush creeping up the back of his neck as he pretended to pay attention to what was happening in the holo. “It uh..” He stammered, you listening intently. “It means, sweetheart. Or Darling.” He admitted. Glancing down to meet your gaze. You were in awe, really. It really did mean the world to you.

Then you got an idea. Eyes darting down to his lips, and then back to his eyes. “I think I know what it’ll cost for me to look at your helmet,” Echo was curious now. Turning a bit to face you with a small smile. “Oh, and what is that?” You sat up a bit more. Leaning a bit closer to his face. “A kiss.” You murmured, lips ghosting against his. His hands moving to hold at your waist and his attention was all yours now. Both of your faces heated red. Hearts pounding in your chest. You squirming a bit under his touch and gaze. “Then what are you waiting for?” He asked, and that was all you need before your lips met his.

The kiss was soft, everything you imagined from the Arc Trooper. Hands reaching up to cup the sides of his face as your lips danced a slow rhythm. Humming a bit into the kiss as he pushed you back and down against the couch. Shifting himself to he was placed in between your legs, hovering above you.

When your lips parted you nearly whined. The two of you panting, eyes half lidded. Eyes roaming each other’s faces. “You ready for bed yet?” You asked with a small smile and a smirk. Echo grinning down at you. Though this grin was a bit wolffish, wild. Full of mischief. “Is that even a question, cyare?” He asked, voice a bit gruff as he leant down and captured your lips again. Before moving off and lifting you from the couch. Carrying you back into your room. Legs and arms wrapping around him as the two of you were a bunch of giggling messes. Kissing here and there as he scurried off with you in your arms. That night you and him both kept warm, almost too warm at some points.

[starryseung]

han jisung + smut

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request: for @beepbeepitsmeyall: size kink with jisung (reader being smaller than jisung like 4'11) thank u !! ❤️ word count: 1.1k words warnings; short!reader, dom!han, cunnilingus, kitchen sex

Baking Gone Wrong 

You sigh as you dry your hands against the soft woolen towel, rubbing off the flour from your fingers. You never realized how hard baking a cake was— because you never did. You wanted to bake a cake for your boyfriend, Jisung, who might come from the studio anytime now.

He had been working a bit too hard on this comeback, and now that promotions were over today, you couldn't be more ecstatic for you to finally be able to see him. You wanted to surprise the boy with his favorite cheesecake, but realizing now how much of a hassle it was, you were almost giving up. 

The front door clicks open, and you turn on your heels to look at Jisung, his hair pushed back with the black hairband he was wearing. He drops his bag near his shoes, placing his phone and keys on the counter nearby. You turn around to face him, smiling at the tired man as he sends a tired grin your way.

"What are you doing?"

“Just baking? I don’t really know what to cal— baby, are you okay?”

You look at him, concerned as he sits down on the counter next to you, sighing deeply while running his hands through his hair. He would come home regularly, tired out of his brains— but still kept the mood light and playful. This behavior of his was unusual and… well, uncalled for.

“Chan got mad at me, because I couldn’t figure out the melody for one song. Even our dance teacher was upset at us and...” he releases another exhausted sigh, and your eyes soften with pity. You didn’t see him this tired, ever, and you wanted to help him out and be there for him.

“Come on babe, get up.”

 He groans as you softly tug at his arms with your dusty flour-covered ones. He pulls you back towards him in one go, and you stumble softly before landing between his legs. You chuckle lightly as he pouts at you. You tip-toe and peck his soft lips, smiling as a small smirk dances on his lips. He pulls you closer again, diving in for a deeper kiss. His hand remains at your waist, gripping it tightly.

He hops off the counter, lips still connected with yours. Breaking the kiss, he picks you up and places you with a soft thud in his previous position. He latches his lips onto your jaw, grazing his teeth down to your neck and shoulders, peppering the skin with bites and kisses. You feel heat pool between your legs as his fingers run up and down your thighs, and your fingers automatically rush to his hair to tug at the strands. He grunts and grinds his crotch into yours, feeling the warmth and wetness of your covered core.

Tugging at the only material covering your body, his thin shirt that you were drowning in, he pulls it above your head, revealing your naked form underneath. He groans louder, sucking a spot right above your left breast. A whine leaves your lips as he sucks harder at the vulnerable spot. Even though you sat atop the counter, he somehow seemed to still tower upon you, making you feel like a small mouse in front of a lion.

He pushes your shoulders slowly so you’re lying on the cold marble on your back. He pulls your lace panties down, smirking at how your cunt was dripping, thirsty for his thick cock to fill you up. Jisung runs a digit up your folds, still smirking as he points it at you.

“Is your tight pussy so hungry for me? Is it dripping wet just to take me in?”

You moan at him, a growing pit in your stomach forming rapidly. He brought his fingers down to your thighs, dangerously close to your core. Pushing the irritating fabric aside, he licks a long stripe across your folds, circling your entrance with his muscle. 

Teasing was an understatement— he was torturing you, at this point of time.

He rises from his current position, lips glistening with your arousal. The mere sight of his tousled hair, dim eyes, tongue fucking itself inside your hole could make you cum. He groans at your small frame writhing under his touch. 

“Fuck baby, look at you. ”

You whine at his words, as he unbuckles his jeans, letting the metal material clatter onto the wooden floor of the kitchen. He pumps his rock hard length, coating his pre-cum all over. He presses the tip at your folds, moaning at how— even though you were so much smaller than him, you would never fail to take him whole.

He pushes himself into you slowly. No matter the number of times you and Jisung have had sex, his length, girth, all of it— was unbelievably huge for you. The stretch burns your core, moans erupting you uncontrollably. Meanwhile, Jisung could only look at you, drinking in how fucking hot you looked, how small you looked under him. He loved the way your small, tight cunt would convulse around his huge girth, how small moans and whines would leave your sexy lips, your eyebrows would furrow when his length would hit that special spot in you, or when your face would contort when he would thrust harder and harder into you.

The strong hand holding your hips is sure to leave bruises for the coming days. Your boyfriend latches his lips into your nape, thrusting deeper and harder with each move.

“Shit. You’re so small baby— are you sure you aren’t breaking under me already? Fuck.”

He cursed under his breath as you bit your lips at the words leaving his mouth. Your pussy clenched around him, making it harder for him to move inside you without causing excessive friction with your walls.

“Baby, don’t make it hard for me. I won’t be able to hold back anymore.”

He doesn’t wait for a response from your end, propping you up as he flipped you over on the kitchen counter. He held a light grip on your shoulders to set you on the marble, your legs barely touching the ground as he continued his assault on your cunt.

He admires you yet again, tugging his bottom lip between his teeth as he looked at you getting fucked senseless. You both knew you two were close to your orgasms, and Jisung bring his fingers down to your clit, rubbing rapid patterns on the bundle of nerves.

Jisung is the first to finish, pulling out and painting your back with his orgasm. You follow suite, trembling as your orgasm hits you like a truck. He cleans you up with some tissue nearby, wiping off some of your sweat as well. You smile at him as he holds your hands,

“Do I go run a shower?”

“Sure, babe.”

Round two it is, then.

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a/n; i had the hugestestest writer’s block writing this one wtf lmao. also, i’m sorry if it’s kinda quirky, i don’t have any experience writing size kink hehe😅

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[flying-nightwing]

Dark Fox (7/7)

Thank you to everyone who took the time to read Dark Fox! It was my first longer serie ever since my writing hiatus, and the first one I actually finished ever lmao. It was quite an adventure and I really enjoyed writing this persona. This is the last chapter to close the story. I hope you like it gang!

Previous

Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader

Word Count: 6821

Warnings: usual

You hadn’t had a lazy morning in years, and you had all but forgotten how good it felt. 

A single sun ray warmed the bed, making the temperature under the thin sheet just ideal. The slow, steady rise and fall of Jason’s chest under your head was soothing, as well as the random pattern his hand was drawing on your back. Usually, you’d have already trained and eaten by that time. Today, you had no intention of leaving the bed anytime soon. The last night had been spent fucking so many times in so many different ways, you were both exhausted and happier than before. Jason was even wilder than you remembered (or he got even better?), so much you were still riding the absolute high you had reached. 

You traced his scars with your fingers; some old ones he had told you about, some you had put there yourself, and some others your had yet to know how he got them. You had a lot to catch up about.

“The last time we found ourselves like this,” You began, trailing your soft touch up and down the browned mark on his shoulder. It was as large as your sword, and a witness of the rocky beginning of your relationship. “I begged you to come back to the League with me”

He angled his head toward you. You could feel his eyes on you, half closed and relaxed as he’s even been. “But I begged you to follow me back here first” 

It had been a heartbreaking moment. The build up of the unanswered question for a whole year had lead to there. None of you had wanted to talk about the time his training would be done, you had rather wanted to keep doing your stuff and ignore the impending separation. That morning hadn’t been unlike this one, with the sun coming through the hut and with you both on the hammock, naked and intertwined under the fur cover. He had broken the silence, asking you to forget the League and stay with him. Back then, you were so sure you could only reach Luthor through it. So you asked Jason to instead join the League at your side. 

He had dressed up and left the hut, and you hadn’t heard from him from then until you crossed paths in Ukraine.

“I guess this is the fight you won” You smiled, flicking up your gaze to his. “Seeing as I’m here”

“The fight I won?” He raised his eyebrows. “Implying I didn’t win any other fight?”

“You did, but…” You teased, gently tapping your fingers up his collarbone. “Let’s face it, I still won most of them”

He gasped. “Excuse me?”

You smirked. 

Before you could see him move, he rolled on top of you and caged you underneath him between his arms. His eyes were narrowed in indignation as he channeled his mean face on. It once might have worried you, but it had lost most of its purpose now. Especially since you were both naked.

“I’ve won plenty of fights against you” He sneered. 

“Mhmm” You hummed, knowing all too well how he didn’t like to be challenged. You hadn’t poked at his pride in too long, so you couldn’t pass the occasion. “Sure you did”

“Have you forgotten what happens when the fighting range gets too small?” 

You simply blinked.

“Or when I truly got angry? Or…”

You cocked your head to the side as he halted his words. Then, understanding flashed through his expression. 

“You’re still riling me on purpose” He sighed.

“What did I like to say again?” You asked rhetorically, pausing for emphasis. “Ah, yes. When you’ll stop falling for it”

“I hate you” 

“Don’t blame me for being such an easy target” You rolled your eyes. “Now come here”

“Bossy” He finally grinned. “I love it”

He lowered himself so his lips touched yours and kissed you softly. However, the moment didn’t last long, as his cell phone vibrated on the nightstand. You could feel the shift toward annoyance in his mood, and it only grew when the phone vibrated one more time, and another one after that. With a long sigh, he rolled off of you and to the side of his bed. He frowned, then all trace of displeasure at the interruption wiped off of his face.

“What is it?” You asked, peeking over his shoulder. He shut off the screen immediately.

“You’ll see” He chuckled. “Get dressed”

“Ooookay” You nodded slowly, watching him throw his legs on the side of the bed and reach for his shirt on the floor. You put on your clothes from the day before and went for the guest bedroom you had, changing into something clean. When you got out, Jason was waiting for you leaning on the doorframe. 

“First though, breakfast”

You followed Jason, as you were still unfamiliar with the place. Sure, you had mapped the way from your room to the cave, and from the cave to every close escape around. But for the rest, you had barely the time or desire to explore. All this space was pointless to you, as you couldn’t figure out who would need all of this. However, it did provide a good way to avoid any Wayne during your stay, you’d give the manor this point.

But it didn’t allow you to avoid Bruce this time.

He caught you around a corner, and you three remained in a stare off for a few seconds. You knew it probably wouldn’t result in a fight, but your hand still hovered above the blade hidden at the back of your waistband. 

“I think you have overstayed your welcome here”

Jason gritted his teeth, but you remained calm. You had expected this.

“I will be gone by tonight” You replied on a neutral tone, then pulled Jason with you to side step him.

“One more thing” 

You halted your steps in the doorframe to the next room, turning your head to look at him. He hadn’t moved.

“I don’t want to see you in my city again”

“You must be fucking kidding me” Jason yelled, but you held up your arm to stop him from marching back to Bruce. 

“Absolutely not” He turned to face you. “Ever since she’s came, she has conveniently disclosed very precise information on the weapon’s whereabouts, except when it mattered. And hid her family ties to Luthor”

“You think she’s working with him?” He scoffed.

“I don’t know, is she?”

Jason glanced at you, about to reply something, but you just shook your head at him. It was pointless to try and convince Bruce Wayne, especially since you knew your word could never overturn your suspicious behaviour. He rolled his eyes and walked away, and you were about to follow him before you paused.

“I’m not” You spoke up, and you could feel Bruce’s eyes on your back. “If you must know, I’ve come here to kill him, and I don’t need your permission for that” 

With that, you walked away, not waiting for an answer from Bruce. You joined Jason in the kitchen, who was already working on cooking oatmeal. His jaw was still clenched, and his posture tense. 

“I can’t believe the fucking audacity” He grumbled. 

“He is entitled to his opinion of me” You shrugged and leaned on the counter next to him. “I don’t really care what he thinks about my intentions”

“Still” He sighed. “Are you still planning on finishing your mission?”

You crossed your arms against your torso and furrowed your eyebrows. You could just leave Batman and the others take care of it, and leave them to deal with Luthor. But again, you hadn’t came all this way to just give up. 

“Bruce was very clear on his stance about me remaining involved in this shitshow” You hummed, before glancing up at Jason. “But we do have a bio weapon to stop, and I’m far from done with Luthor”

His disappointment morphed into a grin at your words. “Attagirl, that’s what I like to hear”

“I most certainly don’t like to leave things unfinished” The corner of your lips lifted. “You okay with going against Batman’s orders?”

“Oh my dear” He chuckled as he poured the oatmeal in two bowls. He glanced at you with an excited glint in his eyes. “Nobody has a better record of disobeying him than I do”

“Good”

He put a spoon in each bowl and handed you one. “Now we need to have a game plan for what’s next”

“Any idea?”

“I sure have” His grin widened. “I want to show you something”

He motioned you to follow him as he ate his oatmeal mid walk. He got down to the cave and led you to a small side room, where he grabbed the tablet on the table. You slowly ate your breakfast as you watched him press buttons and mumble to himself. Then, he turned to you.

“You ready?”

You nodded, unsure of what he was talking about. He dramatically pressed one more button, making the wall in front of you turn on itself with a woosh. Your eyes widened as you took in the content of the compartment.

“So?”

You blinked at glanced at Jason. Your grin slowly stretched to match his. 

“Oh yeah” You nodded again, this time, with way more assurance. “This will definitely do”

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Jason heard Bruce coming from miles away.

Even if he technically didn’t, his course of action was so predictable that the Bat’s dramatic landing on the rooftop behind him was no surprise at all. 

“I thought I had made myself clear”

Jason stood up from his crouched position and turned to face him, arms crossed against his chest. “You did”

“Then what are you doing here?” He sighed in annoyance. 

“Well obviously you’re blaming your wrong intel and failures on someone who has nothing to do with it, which is a classic you” He taunted. “So we’re here to finish the job. Her and I really do work well together, thanks for noticing”

“Red Hood” He warned.

“Batman” He mimicked.

Someone landing next to them grabbed their attention.

“Red Robin” Tim announced himself under Bruce’s hard glance and Jason’s amused one.

“What are you doing here?” 

“Well, I knew something was up when I didn’t see Foxy in the cage all day” He explained. “So I followed you here. By the way, where is she?”

As if on cue, a shadow dropped behind them. The movement did no go unnoticed, and as if on instinct, Tim spun around and threw a shuriken. His expression quickly changed as he realized who was in front of him.

There you were, still crouched from your landing and holding his shuriken mid air inches away from your face. You were smirking under your mask as Tim stared at you in disbelief. 

“Twice” You spoke as you stood up fully. His eyes quickly scanned you from head to toes, almost overseeing you handing him back his shuriken. “Twice you have thrown one of these at me”

“Where’s the League suit?” He asked, slowly taking back his small weapon. “And you’re stupid bow?”

You shrugged, sharing a knowing glance with Jason. “I thought it was time for a change”

Then, understanding washed across his face. “Oh, oh my. You’ve dropped the League” 

He did another once over. You had ditched the heavy coat for a lightweight suit made of silk and leather, with armored plastic on the stomach, the upper arms and the back. The arm bracers had smaller spikes than the previous ones, and you no longer wore a heavy mask. Instead, you had only kept your half mask and wore a hooded robe crossing on your torso. Your grappling hook was now in your utility belt, and your arrows were replaced with sharper, more volatile darts kept in a sheath on your thigh. You now had 25 regular darts, five explosive and your two classic sedatives. Only your sword remained on your back, so it would “unclog your aesthetic”, as Jason had put it. 

You did like it better like that, the bow wasn’t your style anyway.

The new gear was still all black, for the exception of a silver kitsune draw into the back of the armor that would show if you took off the robe. It was comfortable and flexible, and resistant to bullets and stabbing. Jason had hit the target right on with the design. 

“Do you keep your wrist shooter?” He asked, squinting his eyes.

You raised your arm and shot over his shoulder to prove your point. He caught the small arrow mid air, nodding impressively. 

“Still the best part of the suit” He muttered to himself. 

“I thought you said you’d be gone” Bruce cut in. Your eyes went to him. 

“I still have a couple of hours” You replied without missing a beat.

“Talking about” Jason said. “Your time window just opened”

“You can either help us or stay out of the way” You told Bruce as you adjusted you comm. “But this is happening regardless”

He didn’t speak right away, taking a moment to ponder your words. Then, he voiced his thoughts. “Are you going to kill him?”

You held eye contact for a few seconds more before taking off. You ran along the ledge and jumped on the next building, then letting yourself slide down the fire escape. You chose not no reply to him, as you didn’t need to give him another reason to come after you. Granted, not replying was practically the equivalent of giving a positive answer, but at least it could give you the benefit of the doubt for what it was worth.

Using the shadows of the city, you quickly made your way through the blocks by the back alleys until you reached the imposing tower in the middle of the Diamond district, the same building you and Tim had sacked for show barely a week before. Whatever damage you had done, it didn’t show anymore. It was like nothing had happened. 

This time, you came in by the front door. The second you walked through the glass doors, all activity stopped. You took a few step forward, and four guards met you halfway in the lobby. Without a word, they escorted you past the front desk and through the metal detector going off like crazy. Anytime you could have easily gotten rid of them, but you held back for now. You waited a short time for the elevator, then got in and up to Luthor’s floor. He was waiting for you by the window, and turned around with a smirk once you got in his office. You pulled back your hood and unclasped your mask.

“I see you’ve got a new look” He pointed out. “Changed your mind about the league?”

“Something like that” 

“Well, I’m most certainly pleased to see you’ve decide to do the right thing” He took a step forward. “This is where you belong”

Slowly, you reached for your sword and took it out. A shadow passed across his face, and nodded to something behind you. Or rather, someone. You dropped to a crouch to avoid the tazer being stuck in your back--once was enough--and thrusted your sword in the legs of the guys around you. You rolled forward and shot the four guards coming your way, before jumping on the desk and holding them in your aim. Luthor now had four new guards around, letting you know more would come if he needed. You reloaded your crossbow.

“I’m disappointed” He revealed with a sigh. “Those were good men”

“Let it be a reminder I can and will take them all out if they're in my way” You twirled your sword. “Step forward and none of them die with you tonight”

“How noble” He chuckled, not concerned at all. His hand rested in his pocket and his stance was relaxed. “Did your boyfriend with the red helmet tell you to do that?”

You shot an arrow to his knee, but he easily side stepped it like he had predicted that move. He raised an eyebrow.

“I see” He hummed. “But I had expected you would deny your destiny. So I decided to help you make a choice”

Four more men came in the room and ran at you. You vaulted over them and landed behind them, taking them by surprise. Before the could fully turn around, they were on the ground. You wiped your sword in the crook of your elbow and faced Luthor again. He was watching, unwavering, almost out of the door. He was stalling, that was clear, but you didn’t know for what yet. He smirked again, and you knew he’d finally reveal his thoughts.

“Now I know you won’t back down like last time” He taunted, and your jaw clenched. “So I guess you can come at me now, tear through my guards and get to me…”

You narrowed your eyes, knowing there was something more coming. He wouldn’t make it that easy for you to get to him.

“But like I said, I had expected trouble from you, like your mother before you” He sighed sarcastically. “So I prepared a backup plan. I decided to launch my weapon sooner and instead use it elsewhere, since you forced my hand. In twenty minutes, it will discharge quite literally the plague in the city aqueduct”

You tensed, your hand going to your ear to your comm and turning it on.

“Ah, I don’t think telling your friends will work” He tsked. “The only way to stop it is through my genetic code”

“Therefore mine” You concluded.

“Smart” He mocked. “Yes. So you can either kill me here and get it over with, or you can run around and save a bunch of people, and miss your shot. Again. But you don’t have the time to do both, I’m afraid”

You calculated his ultimatum, and he was right. If he kept the men coming, it would be enough to stall you too long for you to go from the diamond district to the aqueduct. He had planned this move carefully, knowing he’d get a win in either case.  

“Don’t worry, the cure is ready to go, there won’t be much casualties” He brushed off. “You came here to kill me, didn’t you?”

You flexed your fingers on the hilt of your sword.

“Do it” He challenged. “That’s what you are. You were made to finish what you started, to stop at nothing to get what you want. This is how I made you, even if I disapprove what you’ve done with my gifts. So go ahead, kill me and prove me right”

He was almost in your face now, staring right at you. You straightened your back and levelled up with him, feeling something strange, yet not unwelcomed, swelling in your chest. You thought about Jason and what he said, about those civilians you saved from a certain death, and about the man in front of you. Seeing him from so close, you realized every ounce of anger you held toward Luthor was… Gone. You thought with him so close you would be tempted to fight him, but all you could feel was indifference. He didn’t matter to you anymore, he never should have. He represented your insecurities, and tried to drag you down with him to excuse his own failure in making you a copy of himself. You became aware he was a pointless chase, and you had better things to do than indulge in it. 

“I’m the Dark Fox” You jutted your chin up, squaring up your shoulders. “Don’t fucking tell me what to do”

You turned around and jumped over the desk, grabbing an explosive arrow and throwing it in the window. You jumped through as it exploded, plunging down the building. You pulled out your grappling line and hooked it on your shooter, then aimed for the roof. It slowed your fall midway, and you used your glove to slow yourself down. 

As your feet touched the ground, you saw Jason’s motorcycle pull in in front of the building. You put back your sword in its sheath and your mask on your face, then your hood up. 

“Aqueduct, we’ve got fifteen minutes” You spoke as you climbed on the bike.

“Yep, I heard everything” He had a grin in his voice. Yet, he didn’t go yet.

“What?”

“I am so fucking proud of you”

You felt your neck heat up as you looked down, even if he couldn’t see you, in fact, you were glad he couldn’t. You never knew his praise would make you react that way, or that you would be so important for you to hear it.

“And for the record” He added. “It was very hot, too”

“Fucking hell, Jay, go!”

“Fine” He sighed and sped away from there.

“Okay so what is your thing with jumping out of windows?” Tim said through your comm. You had no idea he had stayed.

“It makes me feel less dead” You replied, and Jason audibly laughed. 

“You madwoman”

“Since you’re here, I have a task for you” You said. “Could you pull out the files on the weapon and figure out how the failsafe works?”

“I’m already on it”

Then, a bullet barely grazed your shoulder. The sound followed closely after, but it was like in slow motion. You raised your arm to protect Jason's shoulder, letting the bullet hit your arm brace instead. Reacting quickly, you turned around facing backwards and shot an arrow through the gun aimed at you. You then noticed five motorcycles following you, probably tasked with taking you down.

“What’s going on? How many?”

“Keep driving” You ordered. “I’ll take care of this”

You shot another arrow, but it bounced on the body of the motorcycles, and from your position you couldn’t aim elsewhere. You emptied your arrows to get one good shot, and it was enough to take one down. But looking at your recharges, you only had ten darts left, and potentially more people to take down around the bomb. You looked down, then up again to the guns aimed at you.

“Fuck it”

You reached for one of Jason’s gun on his thigh and clicked the safety off. Then, you shot.

“Holy shit” Jason yelled, and you could only imagine his expression. “HOLY SHIT”

“Did… Did Foxy just use a gun?”

“I wish I could have seen that” He whined. “I am so turned on right now”

“Too much information Jaybird”

You clicked the safety back on and turned around again, then slipped the gun back in his holster. 

“I thought you thought guns were disgraceful” 

“I kind of still do” You smirked under your mask. “So don’t get used to it”

“You’ll at least do it once when I look, right?”

“Hmm, maybe” You hummed.

“Aww, aren’t you two the cutest”

“Shut up Tim” Jason warned.

“Alright then, I won’t tell you what I found on turning off the weapon”

“Speak, Tim” You contradicted Jason’s order.

“First you have to apologize for throwing me out of a window”

You thought for a moment before answering. “No”

“Then no intel”

You sighed. 

“Let’s compromise then” You suggested. “I will not apologize because I am not sorry, but for the intel and not telling on me after you found out who I was, I will consider not pushing you out of a window again”

There was silence radio, then he spoke again. “Good enough for me. There should be a code pad, I decrypted it and the code is 0000. Yes I know, but then you’ll see a slit, and you gotta put your left hand in it. It’ll read pulse, heat, fingerprints, and more. Since you should share all of this with Luthor, it’ll stop. Or it’ll explode, that was unclear”

“Well that’s reassuring” Jason grumbled. 

“Alright, we’re almost there” You rolled your eyes. “Thanks”

“See ya later”

You turned off your comm and reloaded your shooter minutes before Jason pulled in the aqueduct yard. He parked his bike and you both easily climbed the barbed wire fence, and even though the place looked deserted, you remained careful. Luthor wouldn’t have left his device without surveillance. You grabbed your sword and fell in step behind Jason, who had his guns up. Then, he halted his steps and held a hand for you to do the same. You had this feeling you were being watched, and you could only imagine he had it too. 

“Get ready” Just as he said that, bullets began raining over you. “Go find the weapon, I’ll cover you!”

You held an arm up to protect your face and disappeared into the darkness. You kept running along the walls of the building, allowing you to get in undetected. You reached the main water room, where you could see from the upper platform about eight guards surrounding the very device you had been hunting. The countdown indicated 2:37, so you had no time to lose.

You jumped over the ramp and landed quietly on your feet behind the men. You approached the first one and swung your sword around to let it rest on his neck. You used him as a shield as the other guards noticed you, blocking their bullets. You raised your arm and shot your five darts at them. You pushed the dead man off of you and faced the two remaining guards, taking a fighting stance and swirling your sword at them. Before they could start shooting again, you lunged and knocked their guns out of their hands. They kept fighting around you, trying to get to you with punches and kicks. But they were sloppy and predictable, and even after one fetched a small blade from his belt, they were no match for you. You glanced at the countdown, and it almost reached the one minute mark. Your eyes then trailed on the two guards around you, still trying to get the upper hand. They both extended their arms at the same time for a hit, so you dropped to a crouch.

Like you did during training with Bruce and Damian, you sweeped your sword in a quick motion. Unlike them, however, your current opponent weren’t quick nor skilled. The blade of your katana sliced their knees, making them collapse on the ground. You quickly reloaded your last round of arrows and sheathed your sword, then made your way to the device. You easily found the locked pad and entered the code, then pulled off your glove and stuck your hand in the slit. You pressed the button and watched as the biometrical scan began. 

You heard noise behind you as backup reached the room, and without taking your hand out, you turned your body and aimed. The first five men fell, but there were still five coming your way, so you reached for your shurikens in your belt. But you didn’t get to take them out as other, all too familiar shaped shurikens reached the goons first. You sent a deadpan look at where you noticed none other than Red Robin standing there smugly.

“Oof, I hope you didn’t have dibs on them”

“I had it handled” You replied. 

“I’m sure you did” He smirked as he walked past you and took a look at the countdown, then at the weapon. His expression turned grim. “Twenty seconds”

The scanner was still working. 

“If it doesn’t work, you’ll have to slice the pipe off” You said, analysing the situation. Cutting the water and flooding the building would bring less casualties than letting the virus flow in the water system.

“What!?”

The system unlocked. You quickly entered the command to stop, and the countdown halted. You pulled your hand back and put on your glove again, then grabbed an explosive arrow. You planted the dart in the slit and backed up, pushing Tim with you. Soon enough, it went off and the weapon went up in smoke. 

“Phew, that was close” He blinked. “Well played”

“Motherfucking Dark Fox!” Jason dropped from the platform at his turn. His helmet was off and he had a wide grin on his face. “That’s what I call making a difference! The League could never”

“That was really cool” He nodded in approval. “By the way, what happened to, you know..?”

“Did you do it?” Jason’s eyes were now on you, his grin not so intense now.

“He’s gone” You said, but it didn’t help ease the questions in their eyes. “As in, I don’t know where he is. I let him flee to come here instead”

Jason’s eyes widened. “And you’re fine with this?”

You shrugged. “It doesn’t matter to me anymore. His time will come, like everyone else. I just won’t be involved when it does”

“That was unexpected” He whistled. “But hey, what goes for you goes for me. Love the new mentality”

“Killing him was what the League would have wanted” 

“That’s nice. Good choice” Tim nodded. “So you’ll stay here then?”

“Well, not here, since bats and foxes apparently don’t get along” You snorted as you unclasped your mask and pulled back your hood. “But I’ll be around”

“About that, how does Blüdhaven sounds?” Jason chimed in again, sliding a hand around your shoulder. You raised your eyebrows at him “I’ve got a pretty nice place there, and it’s technically not Gotham”

“That won’t be necessary” A deep voice came from behind you. You glanced over your shoulder where the massive shadow of Batman stood. “I’ve seen you work tonight. You acted good, I can allow you to stay in Gotham as the Dark Fox”

Jason coughed in surprise as you blinked, then turned around. 

“Thank you” You began, nodding respectfully. Jason’s wide glance was now directed to you. “But no thanks. Besides, I still don’t need your blessing to stay, or to be me”

Bruce stared at you blankly, not moving or commenting. Your guess was that he wasn’t expecting this answer, or at least not delivered this way.

“Oh, B” Jason mocked as he put back his helmet. “Nice try. Anyway, we should get out of here before the cops show up”

You put back up your mask and hood and followed Jason out, waving at Tim on your way out. You left the aqueduct and waited until you were further into the city before ditching the bike and finding a rooftop to station yourself on, just in case you were being followed. The masks and helmets came off once again, and you took a moment to breathe the air from up there. It was a clear night, with a good wind chasing the clouds away. Jason observed the city lights with you, crouched on the ledge. Then, you heard quiet shuffling behind you. You spun around, then held Jason back when he was about to lunge. You kept your eyes on the outline of the figure in the shadows, knowing all too well who it belonged to. You took a few steps forward.

“You look different” Talia smiled. “A good different. I’m glad you finally found yourself” 

“Thank you” You lowered your head. “For allowing me”

“I only want the best for you” She stepped closer to you, her smile never wavering. “Has he taken good care of you?”

You both glanced at Jason for a moment, and you chuckled. “He has. He was gentler than I’ve been to him”

“I figured he would” She winked. “You two were meant to be”

Your smile dropped as you looked down. Surely, she would know what it meant. Her sympathetic eyes fell on you and her hand rested on your shoulder. You had chosen to part with the League, therefore, with her. It would be the hardest part for you. 

“You don’t have to explain” She reassured. “I knew this would come to this, and I am here to free you”

Your eyes shot up.

“I talked with my father” She explained. “Seeing your unwavering service for all these years, he has agreed to relieve you from your duties to the League. All he asks in exchange is for you to remain out of the League’s affairs, and he gave his word he will not come against you or your family”

“Really?” Your voice was barely above a whisper. 

Her smile was encouraging as she nodded at you. Slowly, you took off the black robe, exposing the silver fox on your back. Then you took out your sword from the sheath in your hands, kneeled and offered it to her. She took it and held it upright in front of you, just like the day you had been initiated in the League.

“In the name of Ra’s al Ghul, I release Thaelib fi alzalam from her servitude to the League of Assassins” She spoke. “Your debt has been paid and your bounds are no more. Rise”

You got back on your feet, your breathing hitching in your throat. You reached for your sword in her extended arm, looked down at it and putting it away again.

“Thank you” 

“You’re very welcome” Her hand went to your cheek. “If you need anything, don’t hesitate to reach out to me. I will be there for you”

“And I for you” You gave her a genuine smile. She offered her arm, and you took it at the elbow like she did. Your foreheads touched for a few seconds before you pulled away with a step back. 

“It was nice to see you again, Jason” 

“You too, Talia” He nodded with a small curve on the corner of his lips. 

“Take care, children” She said before disappearing in the darkness again. 

Jason approached you and took your hand, gently pulling your around to face him. He had this glint in his eyes, it was full of relief and happiness like you had never seen on him. To be honest, you were feeling the same way. It was like a burden had been lifted off of your shoulders, and you had never felt lighter. Sure, it brought you uncertainty to navigate without the League’s guiding hand, one you had relied on for most of your life, but it felt right. You knew Jason would help you like you had helped him, and things would start to look up from now. 

“So, what now?”

“I don’t know” You chuckled. “It’s the first time I don’t need to follow any agenda. I’m kind of lost” 

“Ah, this calls for the return of Teacher Todd” He grinned. “Lesson number two, you get to learn what fun and freedom taste like”

----

The grass was high as your mid thigh and small bugs swarmed up with every step forward you took. You didn’t mind though, you prefered it ten folds to the smog of Gotham.

For Jason, however, it was a different story.

He was sweating and grunting, and even if he was behind you, you knew he was getting annoyed by the flies and mosquitoes around. He was swatting his hand wildly and you could tell he was slightly regretting sharing his suggestion to you. The sun was high, and even for the end of the summer it was surprisingly hot. 

“Ugghhh” 

You rolled your eyes, but didn’t stop.

“Are we there soon?” He asked. “Jeez I had forgotten how far was that thing”

“Come on, stop lying to yourself” You teased as you spotted a familiar path up a small hill. “You like this”

He scoffed. “It reminds me of my ass being kicked”

“As I said” You smirked over your shoulder, and he raised his eyebrows at you. 

You climbed up the small hill and came face to face with a small, half decaying structure with the roof caved in by the elements. Moss and grass was growing on the outside of the round walls, but the feeling of home you had subconsciously associated with it was very much intact. Jason stopped behind you, his annoyance completely gone and replaced by fondness over the sight in front of him. There were so many memories tied to the small hut, some bad but mostly good, and it was like you could feel them all at once. You dropped your bag on the ground and took a deep breath.

“So, was the trek up here worth it?”

“Fuck yes” He sighed in amazement, his eyes never leaving the hut. “I missed this place so much”

“Even if we had to work hard for survival?” 

“Being here alone with you far outweighed any inconvenience this place brings” He stepped closer to you, his arm wrapping around your waist. Who would have ever thought? His nose nuzzled on your neck and your relaxed in his arms. “We’ll still have to do a bit of renovation around though”

“I hope you’ll help me this time” You looked up at him innocently. Last time you had built the hut alone before Talia had brought Jason, and even if he had been there, you would have absolutely not trusted him to help you with anything

“But you’re so hot when you work” He pouted. “I wanna watch and enjoy the view”

“And how would you make up all that work to me?” You asked, then you felt him smile on your skin. A smile full of mischief and promises. 

“Oh, I have plenty of ideas” 

“Oh me too” You grinned, stepping out of his arms, then you winked at him and disappeared in the hut. Only one hammock was still up, the other had fallen on the ground due to broken ropes. Stones of the small fireplaces were kicked in and weeds were growing around. The kitchen supplies were scattered around the makeshift shelf, but otherwise the place seemed to have been left untouched by human activity. Jason followed suit and took in the damages. 

“Do you think we can still both get onto this hammock without the ropes breaking?” He asked, side glancing at you. You rubbed your chin in wonder, then hummed.

“There is only one way to know for sure” You tilted your head to the side. You nodded at each other and he walked around you, with you in tow. He carefully lowered himself first, then opened his arms for you. You joined him, and waited for a few second to test the resistance of the ropes. You heard them creaking and straining, but you were still hanging. You relaxed, and barely a second after, the ropes snapped.

In a blink, you were on the ground, and both of your weights made the wood give in. You ended up in the dirt, directly on the forest floor. yOu remained in silence for a moment blinking at each other.

“Well” You sighed. “The hammock could not support us both”

“Alright, there is a lot to do” He conceded. “How about you fix this baby, and I’ll gather the wood for the fire, hunt dinner and get the herbs for tea?”

“That’s more like it” You said as you stood up and dusted off your pants. You offered a hand to Jason and you pulled him up with you. “Do you remember where are the bows and arrows?”

“In the bark of the oak facing the boulder, yeah” 

“Good” You chuckled. “I wasn’t sure you’d get it right”

“Come on” He groaned playfully. “I was quite a good student”

“Oh not at all” You laughed, taking a step in his personal space and looking up at him. “The worst, actually. You’re lucky you learned fast, or we’d still be there”

“Then I should have dragged my training on purpose” His lips hovered above yours. “You’d still be my incredibly unforgiving yet very hot teacher, and I your wild, stubborn and irresistible student”

“Hmm, does another sword in your shoulder sound good?”

“Only if I get to face you hand to hand”

“You’ve got yourself a deal” You whispered, before backing away abruptly. He blinked in confusion. “But it’ll have to wait. It’s almost sundown and we need to be installed by then. So get your sweet ass out there and stop distracting me here”

He sighed. “Why do I like it so much when you order me around?”

“I have no idea” You tapped his chest. “But the quicker we prepare everything, the sooner we can go to the lake for a swim under the stars”

He perked up at that, and with wide, excited eyes, he shot out of the hut faster than you could register. You chuckled and leaned on the threshold, lazily crossing your arms against your chest and taking a deep breath. You stared outside for a moment, enjoying the breeze and the sound of nature surrounding you. It was peaceful and beautiful, taking it in fully. 

Then, you got to work. 

[mariinara]

TWENTY-TWO (Sam Drake x Reader) ANGST |PART 1|

A/N: Yeah, yeah, I'm STILL alive lmao. I've been so held back by finals that I didn't have time to actually think of writing or the premise of this request but a thought suddenly OCCURED to me and HERE WE ARE. Hope ya'll enjoy this 🥰.

Request for anon: '14, 18, and 19 for angst prompts with Sam? 👀👀 I also really really adore your work!!!'

Tags: @the-drakeboys , @the-winchesterboys , @missdictatorme , @hrgnm , @elledrake , @samdrakeftw , @ghost-of-the-oldwest​, @s4mdrake , @purplezebra68

Prompts: "Can you just kiss me? One last time? That's all I ask.." + "Don't make this harder than it already is.." + "It's better this way."

Warnings: OKAY. So this one has none of the prompts yet. This gets a little NSFW towards the end. HUGE age-gap between Sam and the reader. Mentions of Sam getting cheated on. So on, so forth.

Word count: 4,106

(Part 2 here!)

“I got it.” 

You reached out for the plates Sam held in his hands, giving him a polite smile as you did. He returned it and carefully handed them over to you, being cautious so as not to drop the multiple cups in his other hand.

“Thanks, kiddo.” He said, to which you smiled brighter before turning around and walking over to your best friend and Sam’s only daughter-- Avery. Sam was hot on your heels to the kitchen and you placed all the dishes in the sink for you and Ave to clean up. 

You smiled to yourself when you saw Sam giving his daughter a quick kiss on the cheek, which made her groan in embarrassment but giggle when her dad made fun of her. It's always been like that. You’d sleep over at their place for the weekends and help around the house after dinner. It was a tradition that you’d kept ever since kindergarten, back when Sam and your father were friends, before the asshole completely bailed out on you and your mother when you were quite young. Sam had your mom’s back throughout the years, with family court, some expenses she couldn’t handle, finding her a job, taking care of you when she was working late. They were like brother and sister and you grew to be Sam’s second daughter, but as soon as you hit sixteen, spending time around Sam became for the sole purpose of just..

Being around him. 

You didn’t know how or why it happened, but ever since that whole month he’d spent picking you up from highschool with his daughter to go over to their place, make dinner for you, and struggle with calculus, you felt those butterflies in your stomach whenever he’d call you “sweetheart” or kiss your forehead or give you the warmest of smiles. He did the same thing with his daughter, but you weren’t his daughter and, since that month, Sam became the epitome of the man you’ve always been dreaming of. 

He was funny, spontaneous, had a heart of gold, but jokes as dirty as the bottom of his worn out Timberlands that only added to his rugged charm. He was supportive, understanding, and showed unadulterated love and passion towards his daughter-- towards bringing her up. Granted, he was stubborn and had a bit of a temper and rarely ever listened to the voice of reason, but those traits all came with the ‘pure-hearted man’ package. 

And when you went to college with Avery and the two of you got a summer job outside of Boston, you found yourself missing the man during the entirety of the summer that you’d spent away from him and when he’d facetime you and Avery, you’d stay up talking to him about movies, books, your job, how your day went. He cared for you like a daughter and while that was frustrating for you for a couple of months, you found out that as long as you were around him, that was enough. As long as he loved and cared for you, that was enough. You were no longer interested in having a much older man wrapped around your finger. You didn’t know how he might react but you were sure he was going to lecture you about how you were too young. How him and your parents had been friends for over two decades. That you were like a daughter to him, nothing more. You could literally feel the red hot waves of embarrassment creeping up your neck with the mere thought of confessing to the man who constantly drove you crazy with the simplest of gestures.

But you swallowed your tongue and bottled up your more-than-likely teenage hormones and never told anyone about your feelings. Nobody knew. Not even Avery. Especially not Avery. You weren’t prepared to lose your childhood best friend over emotions that’d eventually fade. And you weren’t prepared to lose the only “father-figure” in your life, either. 

So, there you were: Cleaning the dishes while chatting about random subjects with Sam and Avery. Your mind and heart were heavy, but you weren’t willing to ruin the few days off you had in Boston with your family. Your mom was in New Jersey-- too busy with work to drop everything to come and see you. It was upsetting, but those two made everything better for you.

You looked over your shoulder when Sam called out to both of you from the living room and, coincidentally, you’d just finished drying the last dish. You and Avery exchanged looks before chuckling.

“He sounds excited..” You commented, to which Avery rolled her eyes with a smile she couldn’t conceal.

“His video game just got here..” She nonchalantly said, but that caused your eyes to widen slowly before you dropped the rag from your hand.

“What video game?” 

“Uhh..” She pulled on a thinking face, “Dead.. Red.. Somethin’ -- I dunno, dude.” 

In a flash, you were out of the kitchen and on the couch, right next to Sam, who looked at you with a grin which you returned with a bright smile, “You ready?” 

You sighed and shook your head, “Ready to watch you fail miserably at this.” 

“Oh, that is-- That’s not fair.” He laughed lightly while you waited for the game to install data. He’d turned to you when he said that, faking defeat. You smiled and shook your head, looking down at your hands.

God, he was so perfect. The way the corners of his eyes tugged up when he smiled. His wrinkles. His bright, warm, hazel eyes that held both strength and tenderness. 

Nope. You weren't getting over that man anytime soon. And when you snapped back from staring at him, you found him staring back at you silently, his eyes jumping from yours and to your lips and then you felt it.

That spark. 

His smile softened and some perverse area in your brain convinced you that he was leaning closer. Or maybe you were and he stayed still because he wanted this as much as you did.

"You guys again.." Avery sighed as she plopped on the lazy boy chair next to the couch, her eyes on the TV screen. 

Sam cleared his throat and looked down at his lap, rubbing his sweaty hands against his thighs and you looked down at your hands that were nestled between your thighs, biting down on your lip to contain a girly giggle. 

"What is it with you two and video games?" Avery asked, resting her head back on the back of the chair. 

You turned to her, immediately perking up at her words. You then sighed and sat back with an eye roll, "Your daughter is such a disappointment.." You muttered to Sam, who shook his head in fake dismay, clicking his tongue.

"She can take that attitude to the orphanage." He joked, which made you look at him with furrowed brows, a surprised laugh leaving you.

"Har‐Har. Very funny." She rolled her brown eyes at the both of you, crossing her arms when her dad sent her a wink and mouthed an 'I love you', "You two just have fun and I.." She stood up from her place, "Am gonna crash." She stretched her arms up with a groan and a yawn afterwards, reaching under her pyjama top to scratch her stomach.

"Alright, baby, g'night." Sam called out, receiving a wave-off from his daughter, "I love you!" He called out with an amused grin.

"You're not gettin' one back, old man." She called back from the top of the staircase that led to her room. Her response made Sam laugh lightly. 

You looked at him when he did, soaking in his infuriatingly good looks. You couldn't help but smile when he shook his head and leaned forward, bracing his elbows on his knees, the controller in his hands and his eyes glued to the TV.

"Ready?” He asked, sending you a grin and a small eyebrow raise, as if he was challenging you.

You raised a brow at him in the same fashion and nudged his shoulder with your fist, grinning back, “Ready to see your ass getting kicked, y'old geezer.”

Sam rolled his eyes and focused on the TV and you could see his little smile from the corner of your eyes, only to see it falter as he looked at the controller and back at the TV repeatedly, “Uhh..”

You looked down at the controller to see that the blue light wasn’t emitting from the front, which meant he was disconnected. You smirked as you watched him struggle and button-mash with a questioning look on his face.

“Either you’re really exhausted or you really don’t know how to work a PlayStation controller..” You quipped, trying to hold back an amused chuckle, “Which I doubt.”

Sam frowned in confusion at you and looked at his controller again, his shoulders slacking when he saw that it wasn’t lit. He breathed out a chuckle, his eyes closing. You could tell that he was beating himself up at his own lack of focus, “Yeah, okay..” He reached for the charging cable and plugged it into the controller, “Got it. Thanks for the help.” He sarcastically muttered.

“Don’t mention it.” You replied nonchalantly.

And there he went, completely immersed in playing, while you watched him take one too many bullets, get devoured by giant snakes, or gallop off a cliff. He’d curse and laugh in frustration, his head getting thrown back while you teased him about how he’d make the same mistakes over and over again. You made short trips to and from the kitchen to grab some beer for both of you to go about your long gaming hours.

An hour turned into two, which turned into five-- by some miracle. Two bottles of beer turned into six, and then it was the whole pack. You two handled alcohol well, but it didn’t mean that you weren’t a little tipsy. You found yourself laughing at your blunders when it was your turn to play, which elicited laughter from Samuel, despite not knowing what was so funny. 

You then sighed and paused the game to rub your eyes, calming down from whatever hilarity that was going on. You then sniffled and sat back, “I dunno how Ave doesn’t like video games..” You mumbled, watching Sam taking a swig from his beer. He then wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and swallowed with a heavy breath afterwards. 

“Uhh..” He leaned forward to put the nearly empty bottle down, “She’s more like her mom than anything; She got everything from ‘er.” He paused for a second, “Uh-- Well not everything, but..” He sent you an unreadable look, his lips pressed together in a thin line, “She’s still here, y’know?”

You knew. 

Ave had told you about why her mother was no longer in the picture. Rather, she was never in the picture. Not for Avery, at least. She was too young when her mom “left” them. The lack of a father for you and the lack of a mother for her was why your relationship grew stronger. You were both missing certain aspects from your life and you could relate and understand each other better because of it. So while it was a curse, it served as a blessing. She was always open about that issue and about her past. 

But the reason you perked up when Sam started talking-- when his voice had the faintest tinge of sadness and his eyes glued to his hands as he fiddled with his thumb, seemingly deep in thought -- was because he’d never opened up to you about that particular bit. You knew everything, but only in Ave’s perspective and you never knew how Sam felt about all of it. 

“Whaddya mean?” You asked, adjusting yourself on the couch so one leg was bent under you and the other was on the floor, your arm resting on the back.

He glanced at you, unsure. He seemed like he wanted to take what he said back. His eyes darted nervously around the living room and he pursed his lips, clearing his throat, “I’m.. sure Avery told you." 

You shrugged, a small, warm smile playing on your lips, "But you're not Ave." 

Sam's left thumb rubbed against the palm of his right hand and he looked down and away from you, his leg bouncing up and down and his elbows braced on his knees again when he leaned forward. He seemed like he was thinking deeply about what you'd said and after a few seconds, he let out a sigh of surrender. 

"Do we have any more beer left..?" He quietly asked. You blinked and stopped fiddling with the fraying thread on the stitching of the back of the couch.

"Uhh.." You racked your brain, "Just the shitty kind.." You replied with a small shrug.

He nodded, still not looking at you, "Grab one." 

 "Alright.."

You made a quick trip to the open kitchen and opened the fridge, grabbing him a bottle and popping it open. When you were done, you went back to the living room, sitting back down next to him and handing him the cold beverage. 

He rested back and placed his arm on the back of the couch, bringing the bottle to his lips. You watched him intently, leaving him to collect his thoughts. You knew he was trying to filter them-- to decide what it was he was going to say and what it was he was going to leave out, but God, you wanted him to be as authentic and transparent as possible. 

“I tried..” 

He suddenly started. His voice had dropped an octave, as if he didn’t want you to hear that. You did, though, and his words -- as simple as they were -- made you frown deeply. You just wished he’d look back at you but he only looked down at his lap, his fingers tapping on the bottle that rested on his knee. 

“I really.. really did..” He shook his head slightly, “I tried for Avery.. She was so young and I thought she needed her mother, but..” He let out a dry chuckle, reaching up to rub his forehead, “One day, I come back home after a long day out with Avery.. We–" He laughed softly– wistfully even, "We spent the whole day at the zoo and.. I'd almost forgotten about why it hurt to be at home, but.." He shrugged, frowning again as his gaze lowered. You saw him swallow thickly, as if he was holding himself back from an outburst, "I walk in there and I see another man in my bed with my wife.." 

Your heart stung at what he said. What made it worse was how he said it. His voice had cracked and it was barely above a whisper. You never knew what Avery's mother did exactly and upon hearing that, you wondered how a person could be so selfish. So willing to give people like Sam up for her own personal pleasure. So willing to leave her little girl with that permanent scar in her life. 

"I knew she was doing that.." He closed his eyes and shook his head slightly, his brows twitching to a furrow as he swallowed again, only a bit harder. He pursed his lips and exhaled shakily, "I never thought that she'd bring him home. To our room. Our bed.." He wiped the palm of his free hand against his lap, inhaling a shaky breath, "The.. same goddamn bed where our baby girl slept between us while we sang her to sleep.."

You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding and felt your eyes well up with tears at what he said. He'd been keeping those thoughts to himself all that time and it seemed as if finally voicing those thoughts– the nightmares that clawed at his brain every single night – brought tears of comfort and relief to his eyes. 

Your eyes flickered up to see him frowning, his eyes still closed and his lips pressed tightly together. But there was no way you could miss it: That single, glistening tear that ran down his cheek. You felt the anxiety bubbling within you. 

That was not what you had in mind.

You didn't want to see him like that.

You thought he'd stopped hurting from that a long, long time ago but you were wrong. It never left him. He carried that weight around while simultaneously trying to raise a happy daughter all by himself. 

He covered his eyes with one, trembling hand, rubbing them while trying to take deep breaths to calm himself. You reached for his back and started to rub big, slow circles silently, letting him know that it was okay to let it all out. That was something that you've never experienced before. In all of your years knowing him, that was the first time you've seen him like that. And you absolutely hated it.

How he trembled with every cry he held back from you. How he furiously rubbed away the tears from his eyes with his fingers. He reached to set the half empty bottle on the table and plopped back again, his posture surrendered and weak.

“Oh, baby girl..” He breathed out, shaking his head slowly, “If I’d known she was gonna grow up, knowing that her mother betrayed her, hurting because of it for so long.. I wouldn’t’ve married her..” He finally removed his hand from his eyes and sniffled, “I wish she’d know how sorry I am sometimes.. Because I look at her, and..” He sighed, trying to find the right words, “I just-- I see a beautiful, smart, creative girl who deserves the world and I always feel like there’s somethin’ missing in her life and it’s like whatever I do, it’d never compensate for the lack of a mother figure and--”

You cut off his rambling by squeezing his shoulder lightly, “Sam..” You shook your head, a deep frown on your face. For the first time during the past fifteen minutes, he looked at you. He looked so lost. His cheeks were stained with tears and his eyes were red and glassy with the layer of tears that begged for one more reason to drop from his hazel eyes. You pursed your lips and shook your head at him and the longer you looked at him, the more you felt his pain. And before you knew it, you lurched forward, right into his arms, hugging him close. As close as possible. Your fingers curled to grip at the back of his t-shirt as you closed your eyes tightly and let your own tears run down your cheeks. He seemed to be in a state of shock for a couple of seconds but, slowly, his arms snaked around your waist to hug you back. His fingers sunk in the skin of your back through the thin pyjama top the tighter he held onto you. His nose was buried into the crook of your neck and, despite your furiously beating heart, you mustered up enough courage to let your fingers slip into the back of his hair for your nails to softly and soothingly scratch his scalp.

“You could’ve never known, Sam..” You spoke, your voice a hushed whisper as you continued calming him with your fingers, “Avery is the best friend I’ve ever had and it’s all thanks to you and you alone..” 

You felt him inhale deeply, his chest pressing against yours more as his lungs expanded and the breath he let out against your neck almost made you dizzy but you continued without fail, “I hope you know that I think you’re the most amazing human being on this planet and, when in doubt, remember how much you’ve helped me and mom through the hardest times..” 

Sam slowly relaxed in your arms and his hand started rubbing circles on your back until it was just about the both of you, comforting each other in the comfortable silence. His steady breaths let you know that there was an enormous weight on his chest and it’d been lifted only then. During that conversation. It was all he needed: Someone to listen to him and hold him and..

He slowly pulled away from the embrace but his hands were loosely on your hips. He looked at you with a warm gaze. Stared into your soul, unraveling you then and there. The look in your eyes-- that pure adoration you had towards him. The way you gave him those big, beautiful eyes and bit down on your lip while you stared at his. It made his breath hitch in his throat. 

No one had ever looked at him that way and as much as that scared him. As much as it was wrong and unethical. He felt himself gravitating towards you. It was absolutely ridiculous how both of you had no control and almost seemed surprised by your own actions. While one hand remained on your hip, his other raised to brush your hair out of your eyes to tuck it behind your ear and grab the side of your neck, his thumb brushing on your jawline once, twice, three times as he leaned closer and closer. His breath fanned your lips and suddenly, his lips were against yours. 

The warmth inside you burst. It overflowed. Your brows arched and you took in a deep breath, in disbelief of what was going on but it felt so good. So wrong but so right all at once. As bad as it was, your eyes fluttered shut and your resolve melted away completely, but Sam suddenly realized..

You are his friend’s daughter. 

He practically raised you.

He pulled away with a disapproving groan and pressed the back of his hand to his lips, blinking repeatedly. You studied his reaction carefully, your own fingers ghosting your lips as you took in a shaky breath. 

“Fuck..” He breathed out, his eyes closing and his brows knitting together, “I’m sorry, sweetheart-- I dunno what came over m--” 

You silenced him by grabbing his shirt and pulling him to crash your lips against his again. 

‘Fuck it.’, you thought, ‘He needs this and so do I.’ 

Your hands went to his shoulders, your grip firm on his muscles. He was still tense and he wasn't kissing back but, God, when your tongue brushed his bottom lip softly, he felt his willpower dwindling away. 

He wasn't thinking anymore and neither were you.

It was a right-here-right-now moment and you were going to cease the chance and hold onto it with your nails and teeth.

When he relaxed and kissed you back deeply, you pushed him down on the couch, never breaking the kiss as you straddled his hips. His hands were all over you. Under your top, his nails scratched at your tender skin gently and the moan he let out when you pressed yourself against his crotch snapped something within you.

And Sam?

He was too far gone.

'Fuck..' He thought, 'This is so wrong.. So fuckin' wrong..'

He watched you hastily unbutton his pants and he told himself to stop this. That there was still time for him to push you off of him and tell you what a mistake that was. But he couldn't help it. The innocence in your eyes as they flickered to look up at him. The sweet yet devious grin you sent him. 

The fact that you could get any man you wanted but needed him right there was enough to make his resolve crumble. 

He let out a grunt and closed his eyes, throwing his head back and trying to steady his breathing. You were so needy. Your hands were on his hips as your mouth fully enveloped him. He couldn't help himself. His hips bucked and low, gruff curses tumbled from his parted lips. 

And you couldn’t stop yourself. 

You wanted to relieve him and he felt so good. His hands brushing your hair back and holding it in a tight fist. And you watched his head rolling back again after he’d mustered up enough strength to look at what you were doing. 

You didn’t know it yet but you had much to regret soon.

And so did he. 

Nothing would ever be the same again after that night. 

[reminiscing-writer]

Unexpected Surprise

Prompt: Reid is a regular at his local bookstore, and also has a very good acquaintance with the young storekeeper there. When she turns down his date very last second, he finds a secret about her that can’t help but make him fall harder for her.

Warning: idk man I’m just tryna write fluff lmao I got hella carried awayyyy

We all deserve happy Reid

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The cold October air whizzed by, as Spencer walked into Pages And Pages, his local bookstore, with a large smile on his face, and two steaming coffees in hand. He’d made it a part of his schedule to try and drop by at least once a week. Sure, the books were very captivating, but so was the receptionist.

He thought, from the moment he laid eyes on her, that she was a beauty. Her hair was always loosely tied in a bun, her make up close to minimal, and her sense of style almost mirrored his- sweaters. Lots of sweaters.

He found it fairly easy to talk to her, because, although at first he stumbled with his words, her kind and soft spoken demeanor drew him into a safe space.

Y/n was very well aware of Spencer’s occupation. If he didn’t come by on his weekly visit, she’d figure he was out saving the world, as she liked to put it.

The little bell on the large oak door of the bookstore rang as Spencer entered, and headed straight for y/n’s desk. He was very punctual. 12:15 every Friday. Y/n didn’t even have to look up to know that the shadow covering her table was him.

She had a smile etched on her lips before she even looked up, “You realize I’m seeing you in less than 48 hours right?” She joked, taking the cup of coffee he handed to her.

“I do,” he smiled, just as stricken by her beauty as the last time he saw her, “but, I didn’t want to skip out on meeting with you today.” He tucked a strand of loose hair behind his ear.

She takes a sip of her drink, humming at the delightful taste, “Why won’t you just tell me what you order?” She has her eyes closed, having every taste bud tingle in happiness, “This is delicious.”

He laughs slightly at her happiness, “Becuase, if I told you, then you could get it yourself, anytime. And, I want these coffee meetings to be special.” He says, shyly shrugging.

Y/n’s cheeks filled with a rose blush, “Dr. Reid, you are over the top.” She laughed softly, shaking her head.

“Just wait until Sunday,” Spencer sips his own coffee, “I’ll pick you up from your place, by 8 o’clock, you said, right?” He double-checked. He didn’t need to double check. He had it memorized down to a T. Her address. The route. The time to pick her up. The restaurant he was planning on taking her too. The walk that he planned on them taking from said restaurant to a small ice cream parkour.

He didn’t need to double-check anything.

“Mm-hmm,” She hummed, sipping her drink this time, nodding slightly, “he should be down by then,” she mumbles to herself, quickly scribbling down something on paper, “I’ll be ready by 8, waiting for you.” She smiled.

-

“I’m so sorry.” Y/n apologied for the hundredth time. “I really feel awful. I promise, I’ll make it up to you.” She sniffled over the phone.

“No, I-its fine,” Spencer spoke into his cell, trying so hard to mask the disappointment that was dripping in his voice, “I understand.” He was pacing back and forth in the break room at the office, “We couldn’t possibly know you’d be getting down with bronchitis. It’s not your fault.” Spencer says, scratching the back of his neck.

Y/n had called Saturday afternoon, the day before the duos scheduled date. She had been coughing and sniffling, saying she went to the Urgent Care near her earlier that morning because she was feeling off, and they said she had came down with a pretty bad case of bronchitis.

She kept apologizing and saying she’d make it up to Spencer as soon as she felt better.

Spencer tried not to take the date-canceling to heart. Y/n really was sick, she wouldn’t lie about that- would she? No, of course not. She wasn’t like that.

“Listen, don’t worry about it.” Spencer stopped pacing, “Just rest. That’s what you’ll need to feel better quicker.”

He heard her giggle lightly, causing him to smile, “Thanks, Doc.” He snickered at the nickname, “Hey, Spence,” he hummed in response, “I really do like you.” She said, causing his stomach to turn, “Please, don’t think I’m turning you down or anything. I really was looking forward to our date. And, I really do mean it when I say we’ll go on another one.”

He smiled to himself, putting one hand in the pocket of his jeans and swaying slightly, side to side, “Promise?”

“I promise.”

-

It had to be the right address. Spencer checked his phone for y/n’s previous message and confirmed it for the third time. He held his breath for a second, and licking his lips, he rang the doorbell again.

He felt bad that y/n had gotten bronchitis that just didn’t seem to go away for almost 5 days now. His first priority of Wednesday morning was to stop at a small Chinese spot and grab some soup.

Surprising her would be a small little thing he was hoping would make her happy. So, there he was. At y/n’s doorstep, soup in hand, ringing her bell, awaiting for her to open up.

He checked his watch again, and shuffled his feet. His stomach fluttered as soon as he heard shuffling from behind the door.

“I’m coming!” He heard her voice from inside. He played with the box of soup in hand, and bit his bottom lip anxiously. That’s when he heard a faint cry. Not her cry, though. A cry that seemed to belong to a small child. A baby, maybe. Spencer furrowed his brows, confused. “Baby, please, you have to lie down.” He heard y/n’s voice from a distance.

After some more shuffling around, the door before him opened. Y/n distractedly looked up at Spencer just to do a double take, shocked. “S-Spence? What- What are you doing here?” She asked, barely in frame of the open door.

He looked at her, unable to speak for a second. She fully came into view of him. She adjusted a small sleeping baby in her arms, the child’s head resting on her shoulder.

“I-um, I came to see you.” He spoke slowly, and quietly, “I bought soup.” He held up the box in his hands.

Y/n smiled, and just as she opened her mouth to reply, the baby she was holding began stirring causing her eyes to widen, “Come on in.” She whispered hastily, nodding to Spencer before going into her abode.

Spencer followed behind her, unsure of what exactly was happening. Questions were running through his head, but it was as if his body was working before his mind could catch up.

Y/n went straight to a small couch, and sat down, pulling her legs up, and cuddling the small child in her arms, wrapping the both of them up with a nearby shawl. Spencer’s heart warmed up at the sight, and he unknowingly smiled to himself.

He slowly walked towards the two when he heard a small but gruel cough come from the baby’s mouth.

“You’re... not the one that’s... sick?” He slowly pieced together, sitting on a couch opposing from the one y/n was on.

Y/n sighed quietly and licked her lips. Shaking her head, she stroked the small child’s hair, “No,” she looked up at Spence, “I’m not. They’re calling it bronchilitis, because he’s so young. It should be gone in about a week total, so at least 2 to 3 days left.” She swallowed hard. “It’s the first time he’s ever gotten sick, and I couldn’t just leave him with a sitter, which is why I had to stay back on our date. Im sorry,” she apologized in the midst of her ramble, “I just...” she paused before breaking eye contact with Spencer, “we don’t have anyone but each other.”

Spencer stayed silent for a moment. He watched y/n hold the baby close and his heart felt all heavy. It was a sight he didn’t think could affect him at all. But, something about a girl he was already infatuated with, being so protective and loving made him fall even deeper for her.

He just couldn’t form any words to express this to her, so he stared at the mother-son silently. That is, until the baby started coughing again. Y/n cringed at the way her son shook as he forced the cough out of his small body.

“I understand if you want to leave,” y/n spoke up, feeling Spencer’s eyes on her, “I shouldn’t have hid the fact that I’m a mother. It’s just, I know that some people would have seen it as,” she shrugged, “extra baggage, so I just refrain from saying it at all. I apologize.”

“You apologize far too much.” Spencer spoke without thinking for once, shocking himself and y/n. He stood up from his seat, and wiped his sweaty hands on his jeans, “Does he, uh, drink soup?” Spencer asked nodding to the child.

Y/n cracked a small smile, “Adam,” she said, “and, yes, he actually is very fond of soup.”

Spencer nodded, before finding his way into the kitchen. As quietly as possible, he emptied the soup into a bowl, and plopped a decent looking spoon into it. Filling a small glass with water, he brought it out to y/n, who was now standing, pacing with a very upset looking Adam.

Spencer’s brows furrowed in worry.

“He’s fine,” y/n assured him, “just a little fussy. Don’t worry.”

“It’s tough, huh?” Spencer spoke, not sitting down until Adam had calmed, “Being a parent, I mean.”

Y/n had seated up the small one year-old next to her on the couch. She was slowly feeding him the soup, and although he was dozed off on meds, he slurped it up happily.

“Being a single parent is something I wasn’t ready for,” y/n admits, wiping some soup of Adams chin, “but, I love this monkey so much,” she scrunched her nose to her son, who gave a very sleepy smile in return, having Spencer laugh lightly, “I wouldn’t trade it for the world.”

-

Spencer answered the third FaceTime call he had received in the past 5 minutes, “Hey, sorry I was in a meeting with Hotch, is everyth-” he cut his sentence short when he saw his girlfriends face tearstreaked on screen. “Oh, my god,is everything okay? Are you hurt? Is Adam okay?” He quickly rambled, his mind thinking the worst.

Y/n sniffled, “I’m fine, we’re fine,” she quickly answered, “just, wait-“ she quickly runs into a different room and Spencer can hear Adam babbling in the background. He smiles hear the child’s voice. “Watch this.” Y/n tells Spencer. She pulls up a photo, and shows it to her boyfriend first.

It was of the two of them on New Years Eve, happily smiling. Spencer was holding a very giggly Adam, and had his free arm wrapped around y/n’s waist.

She turns the photo to Adam, “Sweetheart,” she tries to grab her sons attention, “hey, Adam,” He looks up to her wide eyed, “you know who this is, baby?” She points to herself.

Adam starts clapping and smiling, “Mama! Mama!” Y/n starts tearing up all over again.

“Yes!” Spencer encourages the child, “Hey, good job!” He gets shushed by y/n quickly.

She points to Spencer in the photo and asks Adam, yet again, “Okay, sweety, and who’s this?” She ask, already ready to cry again.

Adam starts laughing and jumping in place, “Dada! Is dada!”

Spencer gasps, covering his agape mouth with one hand. “Did you teach him that?” He asks a very ecstatic y/n who shakes her head.

“No, he just started to point to the picture all by himself and talk.” She sniffled, leaving the room her son was sitting in.

“Well, one things for sure,” a very smiley Spencer admits happily, “he’s smart, just like his Mama.” He attempts a wink, causing y/n to laugh.

-

It was early. Y/n could feel the December brisk air seeping into the apartment, making her pull her duvet up to cover herself further. She felt a tug, as her boyfriend pulled her covers back from her.

“Hey,” She grumbled, “no hogging.” She whined causing Spence to turn to face her and snicker sleepily.

The two heard their bedroom door open slowly, and the slight pitter patter of small feet tip toe in.

“He’s awake.” Spencer whispered to his girlfriend, peeping one eye open.

“Brace yourself.” Y/n groaned, just seconds before the three year old attacker jumped on the bed. He bounced and he jumped and he laughed loudly, inevitably causing him the grown ups in bed to groan and slowly sit up in bed.

“Mama, Daddy! It’s Critthy Time! It’s Critthy time, now!!” He pumped his tiny fists into the air.

Spencer smiles, still trying to open both eyes, “Did Santa even get you any gifts? You’ve been been pretty naughty lately.” Y/n groans, covering her head with a pillow.

“So many! Daddy, there’s like,” Adam puts up 3 fingers carefully, “this many boxes with my name!!”

Spencer fake gasps causing the child to have a giggle fit, “Honey, Adam has been such an angel, I’m sure all of the gifts under the tree are his.” Spence pulls the pillow off y/n’s face receiving a groan from her. “Long night?” He smirks to her, causing her to stick her tongue out. Her cheeks slightly blushed as she remembered the... eventful night the two shared.

“I’m exhausted.” She sighed, sitting up and rubbing her tired eyes. Adam jumps out of the bed and runs to the living room. Spencer can’t help but smile at the little ones pajamas.

They were a mom-dad-child set. So all three of them were wearing the same red plaid winter pajamas. Spencer and y/n had gone to sleep in just the pants of the set, so before they went out to the Christmas tree, they made sure to put on the shirts as well.

Y/n groggily made her way to the sofas, and sat by the foot of one. Spencer made his way to the kitchen to put the coffee on before he sat beside y/n, his arm draping around her shoulders, and her resting her head on his chest.

Adam came up to y/n, putting his face a mere centimeters from hers, as grabs her shoulders by his small hands. “Can I open, now? Please?” He pouted to his mother.

She laughed and kissed her nose, “Of course, monkey. Let’s see what Santa got my big boy.” Adam cheered before running to the small pile of boxes under the decently lit tree.

He help up a box, and took it to Spencer first, having him nod in indication that it does in fact have Adams name on it. Happily he plops down right in front of y/n and starts to tear open the wrapping paper. The smell of coffee starts to fill the apartment, and Spencer gives y/n a kiss on the forehead before getting up to go to the kitchen.

“Mama?” Adam whispers to his mother, who simply hums at him in response, “You know, Daddy opened presents not asking you.” He said to y/n innocently.

She furrowed her brows, ruffling his hair, “What are you talking about, Pumpkin?”

“Daddy,” he repeats, “he took a small box and hid it in his jacket. He don’t want you to know. So, you can’t get mad.” He explained, although causing more confusion to his already confused mother.

Y/n had suspicions for a few months now. She once overheard Spencer on the phone with his colleagues, saying something along the lines of yeah man, I knew she was the one a while ago. Any day now. I’m just deciding on when.

Then, she was borrowing his phone once when Adam has dropped hers down the toilet, and when she opened Safari, she saw 2 tabs open. One that had been searching for unique and special rings, and the other that was searching, children’s tuxes and suits.

But, what really put the icing on the cake for her, was when the three of them were coming home late after one Spencer’s teammates wedding. Y/n had been tired so she was resting her head, with her eyes closed. Adam was already fast asleep, snoring lightly. Spencer has put his hand on y/n’s thigh, and when her being to tired to respond, translated into she’s asleep for him, he said the words that had been tugging at y/n’s heart since then.

“I can’t wait to marry you.”

Y/n unfolds her legs, and slowly gets up, “Mama’s gonna go check on Daddy,” she informs her child, “I’ll be right back.” She kisses the top of his hair.

She goes into the kitchen to see two mugs with steaming coffee in them, but no Spencer in sight. She furrows her brows, and turns to head into the bedroom, looking for her boyfriend. Glancing over her room she fails to see him again. She frowns slightly, and turns around on her heels, almost falling over her own feet when she bumps into Spencer right behind her.

“You scared me.” She frightenedly giggles, putting a hand over her heart. “I was looking for- What... are you doing?” She narrows her eyes at him when he takes a step back, and gets down on one knee. She sees a paper and a small box in his hand.

Her breathing fastens, watching his every move, “I was planning on doing this on New Years, at Rossi’s house party,” Spencer started off, “but, my surprise seems to have been foiled.” He nervously laughs. “Y/n,” him saying her name causes her eyes to start tearing up, “You came into my life unexpectedly,” he says, “but, I decided a long time ago, that you were definitely the one I wanted to spend the rest of my life with.” He looked over his shoulder to Adam, then back to y/n, “Both of you.” He inhaled as y/n’s bottom lip trembled, “Y/n,” she whimpers in response, biting her bottom lip, “will you do me the honor of making me your husband, and the official father of Adam?”

Y/n in the midst of her crying, sniffles and cocks her head, confused. She walks closer to Spencer, pulling him to stand up. He hands her the piece of paper and opens the small box in his hands.

A beautiful ring shone brightly in Spencers hands, and adoption papers shook in y/n’s hands.

1 very cold wedding, 2 additional siblings to Adam and a kitten later; and still, Spencer refused to tell y/n what type of coffee he would get for her when they go out.

-

I kinda like this mmm we’ll see my opinion change in a few days lol

[doyouever-daydream]

You’ve Got The Love

A/N So I was feeling angsty, lmao, and I came up with a different scenario for Garvez during the series finale, I’m glad this isn’t actually the way it happened but anyway, hope you’re doing well, enjoy! 

P.S. Very inspired by Florence + The Machine’s song ❤

P.S. 2 I miss Matt Simmons a whole lot 🥺

Pairing: Penelope Garcia x Luke Alvez

Warnings: A little cliché, imo but it was fun to write.

Wordcount: 1522

Masterlist

Luke left Spencer’s apartment feeling something in his chest, he wasn’t sure what it was, but the second he heard Penelope’s news about her job offer, something changed for him. Maybe it was the possibility of losing her that made him realize just how strong his feelings were.

He was able to mask what was going on his mind and remained calm, or so he’d like to think. The next day Matt called him and asked him how he was doing with the new information about Penelope, he knew, Luke was almost certain that Tara also knew and JJ had a clue but the only person he had openly talked about his feelings was Matt.

“I-I don’t know, we’ve been spending some time together, as friends, nothing else has happened but-” Matt cut him off.

“But you want something else to happen” Luke didn’t answer, after all Matt already knew  “You should talk to her”

“No, I can’t if she doesn’t feel the same our friendship is gonna be over and if she leaves, then I will never see her again” Even though Luke couldn’t see Matt, he knew his friend had a disapproving look on his face.

“What if she does feel the same?” He thought about it, in his mind it was nearly impossible that someone as caring, loving and incredible like Penelope would have feelings for him.

“Look, even if that was the case, I think it would be selfish of me telling her all of this just when she has a great opportunity waiting for her” 

Matt sighed, Luke could be really stubborn, ever since he had the suspicion he wanted to be more than friends with Penelope, he had tried to pursue him into asking her out but he would always find an excuse, the most common was. she wouldn’t feel the same. Matt wasn’t so sure about that, even though he wasn’t on the team yet, he knew about Penelope’s behaviour when Luke first joined the BAU, then when he finally witnessed the way Penelope acted around him, there was a point where he just felt it was because she tried to fight something, maybe the feelings she had for him. 

“Then I don’t know what to say, man, you either tell her or not” Once again Luke remained silent “You know, you’re my best friend, I want to see you happy, I know you want someone to be with and I want you to experience that, I think Penelope could be that person for you but if you’re not gonna tell her then I’m just gonna wait until someone shows up in your life and you finally gather some courage to confess your feelings”

Matt’s words got to him, but he didn’t tell him so, Luke thanked him for checking in on him and hung up, he thought about, the way Penelope made him feel wasn’t like something else he felt in his entire life, he promised himself to try and tell her.

He had more than enough chances to ask her out, ever since she had confessed about Alexi Stanovich, she had opened up more to him, a couple of times she had even showed up at his place, admitting to feel very anxious and insecure alone at her place, she would get embarrassed within minutes of arriving, saying what she felt was stupid since Alexi lived in Russia but Luke reassured her it was bound to happen, the situation she was in was messed up and it was completely normal to feel like that.

When Penelope announced that she was taking the offer in Silicon Valley, Luke felt like he couldn’t breathe, he tried to put on a smile on his face but even Penelope knew something was up with him but she didn’t ask him about it, after all she was also trying to assimilate that she was moving to the other side of the country. 

It was Penelope’s farewell party at David’s and Luke knew it was his last chance, she was leaving for California the next day, and he needed to tell her how he felt. They all danced, chatted, drank and he knew time was running out, he asked her if she wanted to grab some water, when she agreed he felt his heartbeat racing and some kind of numbness invaded his entire body.

The words didn’t come out, not a single word could leave his mouth. 

The next day he didn’t want to open his eyes, he wanted to stay asleep forever, not wanting to come to terms that he wouldn’t bump into Penelope in the elevator, nor he would be able to “casually” walk by her lair hoping to see her.

It took all in him to wake up, get ready and leave for work, just when the elevator was about to close, Emily walked in, she greeted him and he forced a smile.

“I’m surprised you showed up, you know” Emily started.

“What do you mean?” She lifted her wrist to see her watch.

“Penelope’s plane leaves in an hour and a half” He swallowed, just the sound of her name broke his heart, Emily then pushed the button for the second floor “Okay, here’s what you’ll do, you’re gonna run down the stairs to the parking lot and you’ll drive to the airport and tell her how you really feel” Luke was perplexed by her words.

“Wh-” She didn’t let him finish.

“It’s an order, SSA Alvez” She said with a serious tone but offering a heartwarming smile at the end, she was tired of seeing them pining for each other without acting on their feelings, neither would follow their advice to go for it, so she felt the need to interfere just a little.

The second the elevator doors opened, Luke sprinted towards the stairs, trying to waste no time so he could reach Penelope at the airport. He swore the minutes he spent driving to the airport were the longest minutes of his life.

He ran and ran, trying to spot her somewhere in the crowd, when he was about to accept she was gone, he smiled, there she was wearing her sparkly boots, a stuffed tiger and carrying her baggage, even those were colorful.

“Penelope!” He screamed while running towards her, he was a little bit far so she couldn’t hear him the first time “Penelope!” The blonde woman turned around, in no time her face was filled with confusion.

“Luke, what are you doing here?” She questioned with a furrowed brow.

He licked his lips and exhaled “I wanted to know if I can visit you” 

Penelope snorted “Of course, anytime”

“How about tomorrow?” Her eyes widened, she started to feel the blood traveling to her face.

“Uhm, I suppose  but don’t you have work?”

“I have vacation days I could take, I’m sure Emily won’t mind” He dared to think it was true and Emily would let him take them.

“Alright, I’ll see you soon, I guess?” She pressed her lips together “Did you come all the way here to ask me that? Newbie, you could’ve-” He shook his head, feeling something take over him, it was now or never, and interrupted her.

“I love you” Penelope’s knees went weak “I actually came here to tell you that I love you, and I have for God knows how long and I needed to tell you” She was speechless and for the first time Luke wasn’t “I know it’s a lot and I don’t expect you to feel the same but I… am hopeful that you might feel something for me, I am willing to wait and to work on this” He signaled between them “So it can go somewhere, and since I’m actually opening up I want to say that I’ve never felt this way about someone ever, maybe it was because I didn’t see myself being loved, but I truly believe you’ve got the love I need to see me through”

Both of their visions were blurry, it was the first time in his life Luke had opened up to someone like that, he wasn’t one to say his deepest thoughts out loud, while Penelope was very touched by his words, she felt like she was in one of those movies, sure, it was cliché but she felt glad to see him there.

“So you’re coming over tomorrow?” She casually asked at the same time she cleaned her tears off her face, he smiled and nodded “Where are you taking me?”

“I’ll figure something out” By the time he was finished, Penelope was already in his arms and her lips were on his, she kissed him passionately, both of them had imagined how kissing the other would feel like and it was much more better than they had imagined.

When they pulled apart, Penelope looked him in the eyes “I have a plane to catch” He nodded, blinking away his tears and smiling widely at her, he went to help her with her luggage “Oh, and newbie,” She squeezed his hand, he turned to her “I love you too”

[oknstark]

The Bet - Thor x Fem!Reader

HOLY MOLLY! I dissapeared like a year but I’M BACK, BITCHES! Ok, this was something here on my drafts. Let’s keep the Thor love bc he deserves it. EG never happened, ok? OK?! I’m still sobbing for the movie ;; Also I might be writing more for marvel and other fandoms, who knows.

Summary: Tony and Natasha have beein seeing you and Thor distant relationship. He thinks is full of sexual tension, and the spy thinks you do not get allong that well. This leads them to make a bet about you both, guess who wins this time?

Warnings: SMUT! As always, not new lmao. Language. Unprotected sex (use condom, kids!). And my first language is not english, forgive my mistakes pls.

Word count: 2,345

MASTERLIST

Tony narrowed his eyes, arms crossed on his chest, as he watched you drying off the sweat from your face with a towel. You and Steve have just finished your training, and Thor was far away from you both. As he was a god, literally, he used to train mostly with Steve, but this particulary time he refused.

He was some feet away from you and Steve, sitting on a bench and looking at the ceilling like it was the most interesting thing around the place. Tony rolled his eyes, as Thor clearly was avoiding you. He knew it and didn't need to ask to do so.

"So," Natasha came by his side, at the window that lead the sight of the gym. "She's doing great?" she asked.

"She's always doing great" Tony answered, not even looking at the spy. "Thor, on the other way, not too much..."

Natasha furrowed her eyebrows. "Why?"

"Look, Steve and Y/N are talking. They're fine, they're friends, they trust each other" he said, pointing out at the scene: you and Steve were laughing at the other corner of the gym. "And now, look at Thor: he refused to train with them, he usually trains only with Steve, so her presence is not that pleasant for him."

"And what's your point?"

"He likes her."

The redhead bursted into a laugh and shook her head, gaining a look from the man. "Really?"

"Well, I sense a lot of sexual tension between them everytime they're together" he shruggred.

"Sometimes I think they don't get along too well" Natasha commented. "I mean, we're a team, but they just seem like mates, not friends."

"Sexual tension" he whispered.

Natasha sighed and rolled her eyes, crossing her arms as well. "Do you really want to do this?" she looked at him, lifting an eyebrow. A playful smile on her face.

"Fifty bucks they will give into each other this week."

"Deal."

***

The next day, Tony walked around the tower to the massive office near the lab. He saw Thor very focused on a tablet, not even paying attention to his presence, and curiously you were there too. Far away from the god, on the other side of the room, sitting on a desk and doing paperwork. Tony left his files on the same table Thor was sitting on and an idea came across his mind. With a grin on his face, he walked to stay by Thor's side.

"What are you doing, goldielocks?" he asked, pretending he was interested on his task.

Thor lifted his gaze to Tony. "I was just figuring out how this works, actually" he said, with low voice. "And also that thing we always do after a mission..."

"The report?"

"Yeah" he nodded.

"Oh, well I think someone would like to help with that" Tony smiled, and his eyes were directly to you on the corner of the office, searching for something on the drawers. He was very near to make it up for his winning over Natasha.

You started walking to the door, report on your hands, when Tony's voice stopped you.

"Y/N, hey, would you mind to help Thor on his report?" he said, Thor furrowed his brows at his sudden action. "You know, he has some difficulties to adjust this kind of stuff."

"Um, yeah" you answered and blinked stunned. "No problem. I just have to give this to Banner and I will be right back to-"

"Oh, I'll give it to him!" Tony walked around the table and took the files from your hands, not letting you finish. "Good luck!" he patted you on the shoulder softly and winked at you before leaving the office. You stayed there, confused and blinked again. It was so fast.

You sighed. "Okay, so..." you turned to see Thor, still sitting on the table. "You need help with the report?" you asked, getting near to him slowly.

He saw you and his gaze made you kind of uncomfortable. You put back a lock of hair behind your ear, feeling the tension you always sensed every time you were left alone with him. You didn't know if it was only you, but inside, Thor felt it too.

He stirred on his seat, and cleared his throat. "Yes, sometimes I forgot I have to do this, so..."

"Well, this place stresses me out so, if you want we can go to another room" you suggested. "And we can work there" you added, playing with your hands. You gave him a tiny smile, trying to hide your nervousness.

Thor agreed and then you both walked out of the main office. You took him to your floor, on the office you used to work on your own projects. It was a little messy, counting on the fact that you were currently working on an AI, so there was papers and blueprints everywhere.

"Sorry for the mess" you apologized, making space on the main table, taking some notebooks and files to a desk at the corner of the room. You turned around to see him, looking around to your projects as he never have been there. You attracted his attention when you talked. "So, how can I help you?"

***

Natasha walked to the lab to submit her report for the last mission. Her only task was leave it on the main table and then leave, but as Tony saw her walking inside, he knew he had to tease her about their bet.

"Hey, Nat, guess what" he smiled at her, saving his last hologram on the computer. "I already make to get close."

Natasha turned around and walked besides his table, curious. "How?" she crossed her arms.

"Well, Thor is not good with these report stuff so I made Y/N help him."

She gasped, a playful smile on her face. "That's cheating!"

"I never said it was wrong if I would bring them together" Tony shrugged from his seat.

Natasha shook her head. "You are unbelievable" she said, before leaving the lab.

"I'll win!" Tony yelled to her, at the same time Bruce was entering the lab again. "Just know that!"

"Know what?" he asked.

Tony went back to his work. "That Y/N and Thor will sleep together today."

"That wasn't something I needed to know" Bruce whispered more to himself.

Sometimes Tony was too much to handle.

***

"I still don't understand why we have to do this" Thor muttered, as you wrote down on the page another paragraph for his report. It was like the fourth sentence he speaked since he arrived to your office an hour ago.

You were sitting next to him, which didn't help so much, considering that you had to put a lot of effort to grab the pen strongly to not tremble in front of him. The sweat was appearing on your skin, and you didn't know if it was because of him or just the weather was so hot to do so.

You turned your gaze to him. "Anything else you would like to add?" you asked. Your voice almost shaking for the closeness. At this near, you could see every feature on his face and it just made you feel more attracted to him. Yeah, maybe that was why you felt so awkward being alone with him. And inside you thought he would never feel the same thing. It was mere physical attraction and nothing more.

Eventually Thor said no to your question, but he was more focused on you and how you moved around him. It was different. He noticed it. You were nervous around him every time you used to talk with him, which were just few times. And he grew up to just see you from afar and devore you with his own imagination, as he noticed your behavior towards him. At the end, it wasn't too different coming from him. He was also attracted to you.

He saw your cleaveage as you sorted the pages on the folder for him, and how your hands worked on it in a delicate way. He licked his lips and his breathing became heavy. He didn't know how such simple activity you made had an effect on him. A very hard one.

"Ok, so I think we're all set here," you said, smiling a bit. You handed the report to the blonde god. "You should go up and leave on the main office, so Tony can send it."

"Thank you, Y/N," Thor said, standing up at the same time you did.

"Anytime."

You followed Thor to the door, and he was about to step outside, but something on him just made him stop. You frowned, wondering what happened, but he just turned around to see you one more time.

"Can I just make something?" he asked, in a low voice.

You lifted your brows at him. "Like what?"

Thor didn't answer. He just left the papers on your desk and in a swift motion, he was in front of you.

"Thor, are you-"

The blonde god smashed his lips against yours. It was a shy kiss at first, but you gasped to let him continue and cupped his cheeks with your hands. Thor traced the curve of your neck with his fingers, feeling your pulse and how your heart beat faster because of him.

The blonde god smashed his lips against yours. It was a shy kiss at first, but you gasped to let him continue and cupped his cheeks with your hands. Thor traced the curve of your neck with his fingers, feeling your pulse and how your heart beat faster because of him. You broke the kiss, panting and trying to recover your breath.

"That was it?" you whispered against his lips.

Thor nodded. "I'm sorry if I-"

"Thor, I really like you. Like really, I do," you confessed. "But I, I didn't know that you feel the same."

You looked at his face, and saw all the lust and how his eyes darkened more. You kissed him one more time.

"Are you ok with this?" he asked.

"I am, are you?"

Thor smirked and gave you a steamy kiss. You moaned on his lips, while your hands roamed all over his bare arms and his body. The god groaned when he felt your fingers tracing his covered lenght trough his pants. Moments later, you took his hand and walked to the couch on the place. Thor sat down and you straddled him, kissing him back one more time.

His big hands wandered on your breasts, pinching at your hard nipples; and he caressed your hips, while you moved on his crotch, creating friction. You were so wet by now, and you were still covered with your pants and your tank top.

Thor got rid of your clothes soon, and you helped him to do the same at a fast pace. You both were so eager, devouring at each other. When you were fully bare, his fingers traced your slit, feeling your wetness, as you stroke his dick with your hand. God, he was so hard.

He made his way with one finger on your cunt, pushing in and out slowly. That made you more eager for him. Thor pulled out then and you aligned yourself with his lenght, both letting out a moan as you lowered your hips on his dick. Your ass touching his thighs by now, he was so deep burried inside you.

You moved on a slowly motion, his hands grabbing strongly your hips and his eyes wandered on your face. Your lips open a little, making little noises. His hips bucked to feel you even more, and your arms went around his neck. You let out a moan when he touched your sweet spot and clenched around him.

"Oh god," you whispered on his ear.

Thor started to thrust faster, trying to reach his peak. He was so close, and your mouth close to his ear, moaning wasn't helping him to hold back. You were even hotter than all his fantasies and dreams he had about you.

He reached your clit, rubbing it with his fingers as you moved up and down to meet his hips. His pace was becoming erratic as he thrusted in a desperate way. You clenched one more time around his cock, and you came with a moan. A couple of movements more, Thor exploded inside you with a groan, while you milked him, wanting to get everything from him.

Both of you stopped moving. You stayed still with your foreheads touching for a couple of minutes. Your hand caressed his features, while his fingers traced your cheek lovingly, looking directly to your eyes. You then pulled out his lenght from you, watching how his cum leaked down on your thighs. Thor's hand moved to touch your sensitive clit and your slit.

"That was hot," Thor said, kissing you.

"Next round?" you smirked.

***

BONUS

"My fucking god, I hate you so much," Natasha muttered.

With her arms crossed, the readhead was looking at you and Thor on the kitchen, sitting on the bar so close to each other. Shit, you were almost devouring yourselves!

"Told ya," Tony said, smiling wide.

The spy rolled her eyes back and handed him the money.

"I can't believe it happened!" Natasha exclaimed. "We made the bet this morning, how could you?"

"Intuition" he shrugged and saved the bills on his pocket. "Now if you excuse me..."

Tony walked on the kitchen, smiling. He just won, and he knew he was. It was imposible not to see the tension between you two. That, or people was so stupid to do so.

"Hey, kids do not spill your liquids on the table. We all eat here."

You and Thor broke your kiss and you laughed at the playboy.

"Don't worry, this is not as interesting as the gym," you joked.

"Ok, now I need to erase that tape," he responded, grabbing a soda and finally left.

It seems that you and Thor together became a problem for him.

[rakuraiwielder]

to expel a bouquet

Beneath the clinical scent that cloaks her body, she always smells of wisteria.

Giyushino. Of a secret and words left unsaid.

A Kimetsu no Yaiba Fic / Major manga spoilers.

Also on A03

Foreword:

giyuu’s POV is hard to write since he’s sharper than people give him credit for but he’s emotionally stunted like a rock and his self awareness flip flops from zero to hero at least 20 times in 0.5 seconds its honestly ridiculous

that said i had a lot of fun juggling that and his 1 emotional brain cell personality lmao

“Have you been eating well?”

The question makes Shinobu pause, looks up from the bandages that littered their hands. She blinks once, twice, and Giyuu sees the focused haze in her eyes fade as her fingers retract slightly from the still raw skin of his thumb. Her wrist reaches up to rub at the bags below her eyes, and he feels something break the strange lull that had surrounded them both.

“Hm?” She blinks at him, present yet not there, eyes flickering in distracted beats as she gazes up with a look that held less of a smile and more of a quirked lip. Not for the first time he notices how sluggish she looks, shoulders slumped and drowsy under the humid heat that bathed the floors of the Butterfly Estate. It only adds to the curious weight he thought to voice; heavy behind months of grudging observation as she had wormed her way into parts of his life, implications he knew would make her retract if he did not thread carefully.

Shinobu was prideful, but even this he finds cannot deter from his own desires to pry.

He would ask, but already she was looking down again, rolling the gauze carefully over healing wounds and old scars. Shinobu hooks the white strip across the back of his palm, movements all precise and gentle, before turning to the table to look for the scissors. Giyuu can only watch, tongue tied and heavy from another of countless opportunities missed, noting the pale colour of her cheeks (did she think blush could fool anyone?) and how the softness of her sigh echoes the snipping of the blade. She moves back after, gathering the spare bandages she had placed in his hands, and he spies the barest hint of a similarly covered wrist as the sleeves of her uniform shifts. The sight of it jerks him back, wounds up something tight within him, and before he knows it the words were slipping from his mouth as easily as a sigh in the breeze.

“You smell like wisteria poison.”

The abrupt silence that envelops the room then hits different, and he feels -more than sees- her freeze, hands going still before pulling away completely to rest on her lap. Something flickers behind her eyes; sharp and unsettled, almost guarded, but then she was smiling at him before he could pull it apart. A stilted smile, he thinks, and almost regrets opening his mouth. Internally he curses himself for having a horrible sense of tact.

“Tomioka san,” she lifts her finger and pokes his cheek playfully, hard enough to make him wince. “Are. You. Saying. That. I’m. Neglecting. Myself?”

“You are always smelling like poison.”

“Not to be obvious,” she tilts her head in an annoyed fashion. “But I do work with them after all.”

Behind wooden lattices, Giyuu can hear the distant screams of the boar child overlapping with Tanjirou’s other friends. He can’t help but restrain another wince. It seems more often than not their supposed training dissolved into chaotic screaming matches. Alas, all distractions to the soft jabbing above his jaw. He was acutely aware he had stumbled upon something delicate, and he needed to take the time to formulate his responses right, lest he get a blade to his throat from riling the Insect Pillar up.

He had a habit of doing that, he thinks belatedly, though not through all fault of his own. Words don’t come to him right, and it was difficult to dance the fine line between talking and teasing that Shinobu lays out for him. Specially for him too, he thinks some more, and feels envy for all the times he sees her acting otherwise with the other demon slayers.

She would be an awful first conversational partner if she wasn’t his only conversational partner. (And no, Tanjirou doesn’t count.)

“I don’t mean that.” He says, softer than he would have liked, feels his misgivings rise as her smile wavers and her hand drop.

It had been barely discernible, but time and time again as they were forced into close proximity he had begun to notice; beneath the clinical scent that cloaks her body, she always smells of wisteria. He had paid it no mind at first, figured it was a by-product of the line of work she was in, but once he had realised it was hard to ignore. The scent blankets her like a layer of pollen, clings to her skin with a stubbornness that only grew more potent as the months pass.

Even now he can sense it; under the layers of disguised musk and fragrances, the lightness a tickling sensation at the back of his throat, whiffs of the purple flowers sweet on his tongue. It would suit her, were it not the reason he suspects led her to look the way she does now.

“You look tired.” Are you taking care of yourself?

For a moment she was still, eyes widening in bafflement, rendered speechless by knowledge he cannot quite grasp. He briefly ponders running his mouth again to explain before she starts to laugh, slowly at first before increasing in stride, shoulders shaking with mirth at a joke he wonders if he was the target of again. He wouldn’t know; she wasn’t looking at him anymore; eyes closed as she swallows peals of laughter. It throws him for a loop, even as she cups a hand over her mouth and turns to the side, trembling with an intensity that has him frowning.

His indignance only grows when he realises she wasn’t stopping anytime soon. Giyuu huffs, feels a churning weight behind the back of his ribs. It was not an ugly feeling, but the discomfort brought back memories of younger times -- of naive times, when he was unassuming and could afford to be childish. Even now he feels a pout tugging at the edges of his mouth, the back of his neck warming under the persistent giggling that smothers his ears.

How curious...

It irks him.

His hands hover unconsciously, makes to reach for her just as she opens her eyes, soft violet crinkling in amusement as she clears her throat in a bid to regain her composure. Her eyes flicker again, unaware of how he had jerked them back inches from the sleeves of her haori. Was it his imagination, or did she look relieved? Why-

There was an ache in him that desperately wants to know.

“What’s so funny?”

“Are you worried?” She snickers, smiles and waves away his prodding gaze with a lightness that makes his eyes narrow. “It’s fine, I have been eating properly. The girls wouldn’t leave me alone if I didn’t. Why just yesterday, Ao-”

She turns, and the scent of wisteria hits his nose again. Stronger. More potent. A sudden cloying reminder as the tightness within him snaps, and then he was reaching for her, cupping her chin and tilting her head up as he bridges the distance between them to follow the scent.

His thumbs press into her skin, traces the dark rings under her eyes as he shifts, mindful of the way the loose ends of his haori drag across the expanse of her own. The rustling sound barely makes a dent in his mind; a mere distraction, not when he could smell the faint odour of the flowers growing heady, headier than the soft breezes of wind he could taste from her clothes. Strange, it made no sense why the wisteria scent would congregate on her face. He was not familiar with the creation process of Shinobu’s poisons and antidotes, but he was fairly sure she’d wear adequate protection, do nothing to ensure harm to herself.

It would be foolish to think otherwise. He knows just how capable she is.

But yet…

“Tomioka-”

Giyu squints, gentle with his tentative grip over her jaw as he tries to trace the source, bandaged fingers brushing the corner of her lips with furrowed brows. Even her face was soft, mirroring the smoothness of her fingers every time they press onto an exposed patch of his skin; to dress a wound, check for a fever, brush or pat or poke him in an overly aggressive display he knows she does to establish the boundaries between them. For someone who made clear her dislike of him when they first met, she had engaged in much physical contact even before the tangled threads that bound them through necessity had started to change.

“-san-”

It was all superfluous musings. His mind was beginning to wander, and with a figurative shake of his head he pulls back slightly, angles his palm roundabout so that her chin rests between the spaces of his index and middle finger instead, careful not to brush the back of it against her throat. Perhaps it was a good thing that the gauze hid his calluses; the thought of her startling from his rough and cracked skin stirring up something unpleasant, but the notion leaves before he can wonder why. The scent eludes him still, no matter how hard he concentrates, even as he closes his eyes and leans in to breathe in the floral tones of it again.

“W-What..are you doing..?”

Always, it came back to her mouth. He doesn’t understand. His eyes flutter open, traces the shape of her lips as his fingers press gently against her cheek, tilts his head to follow the familiar scent. The wanting in him only grows when he cannot find the answer.

Why do you smell of it here?

“Kochou-”

Navy eyes glance up to see the woman before him flushed and livid. Shinobu had gone deathly still, and it is only now that he notices a stiffness present in the set of her jaw as she stares at him incredulously, deepening flush staining the softness of her cheeks.

“...You are turning red.”

“My, that’s a pretty rude thing to say to a woman.” Her voice trembles ever so slightly, but there was a dangerous glint in her eye, and confusion blinds him for just a moment before he finally takes stock of his hands, knees, clothes, the closeness of their bodies as he towered over her.

Giyuu colours, hands flying from her face as the realisation hits and he jerks back. His mind jumbles, blanks out into static as the weight of the gesture threatens to leave him free falling. A sudden compulsion; this breach of space, one he doesn’t quite know how to answer for. (And yet...) He swallows the sudden lump in his throat, feels the tips of his fingers tingle still from the warmth of her skin. The repressed panic must have shown on his face, because Shinobu’s eyes only grow darker.

“I overstepped, I’m sor-”

“You are an idiot, Tomioka san.” A hard tug against his sleeve leads him to glance back at the corner of his eye, seeing a hand gripping the checkered fabric. It only served to once again make him all too aware of the distance between; he had pulled back, but not far enough that he did not hover over her still, their proximity still close, too close for the two of them (colleagues? friends? mission partners? what were they supposed to be?) to be considered anything but compromising. His hand curls over the layers of butterfly winged cloth that pool off her lap. Another insistent tug on his haori. He does not pull away.

“Let go of me.” Shinobu narrows her eyes, sounds almost breathless as she glares harder with a sharpness he cannot feel. Her shoulders tense as her eyes flicker again, reflecting an anxiousness he can feel drumming in his own bones.

“But your mou-”

Her palms push hard against his chest, shoving him away before he could protest. It knocks the wind out of him; his instincts flare in resistance, but then her fingers were pinching his nose, and the sudden discomfort of it swallowed any retaliation he meant to do.

“Honestly, this is why no one likes you! You can have no concept of personal space.” She sounded more rattled than razor-sharp when he squints to stare cross-eyed through the blur expanse of her hand. He frowns back anyways, mouth twisting in awkward annoyance as her grip shows no sign of letting up. (If this was how she wanted it-) With a nasally grunt he grasps the wrist over his nose to prevent her from pulling away, takes an immature sort of pleasure at her widening disbelief. At least this bit of theirs was familiar.

“I do so. Also, people do like me.” His hold over her wrist tightens as she pinches him harder. (Really? Was she really telling him that?) “I’m not the one that goes around poking someone’s cheeks to get their attention.”

“Getting cheeky with me, are you?” Shinobu fumes, huffing through her nose as she glowers at his fingers and the thumb over her pulse -- as if glaring hard enough could burn a hole through the odd interlock of their hands.

Any moment now he expects a hard knock on the head, a violent gesture that would take her careening away toward the other side of the room and against sliding doors. One moment closer to reversing the distance between them.

He finds he does not care.

“Seems like you can take care of yourself just fine.” Her cheeks were flushed, and she would not look at him, no matter how he tried to angle his gaze. She catches him trying to do it all the same, and with another loud huff shoves a roll of spare bandages into his face. The pinching grip on his nose ends suddenly, and Giyuu finds himself swallowing the catch of his breath as air fills his lungs, cannot orientate in time before the Insect Pillar stacks more bottles onto his lap, pushing the remaining bandages and cotton and half empty medical kit to his side of the table.

She meant for it to be callous, but when she thrusts a bottle of salve into his other hand, curling his fingers around it securely with a firmness that betrays, he knew otherwise. The odd softness he feels subsides somewhat when she reaches up to tug roughly at the hand that still held hers, planting her knees on tatami flooring as she makes to stand. “I have a lot of things to do, so I’ll be taking my leave-”

“Wait.” His grip on her tightens, causes her to fumble as she wobbles on half-risen feet.

“Let go Tomioka san.” She pulls at his fingers again, her protest coming out a little too heated, makes him pause and reevaluate when she flinches in self regret.

“Not until you tell me.” Do you know? Your fingers are shaking.

“Tell you what?” She laughs, her eyes conflicted. “There’s nothing to explain.”

Her calves choose to buckle inward then, and Giyuu hears her yelp as she teeters off balance from her awkward posture. Unconsciously he loosens his hold on her wrist, scattering pill bottles and bandages on the floor as he makes to get up, reaches out to grab her waist steady before she can fall into a crumpled heap as her breath catches.

She startles at his touch, shoulders stiffening at their half-bent angle, body betraying her more as she curls into herself. Giyuu doesn’t want to think too much into it as he lowers her back to sit on the floor, can sense her distress as clearly as he buries his own while his hand turns clammy. It was disorienting. For a moment he fears she would struggle, but Shinobu bites her lip and says nothing, so he snatches his offending hand back before she can find a reason to.

A glance towards their other linked grip. Through their prior scramble their arms had come to rest on their laps, fingers linked between the empty space that separates their knees. He hesitates. Doesn’t let go.

Even now she won’t look at his way as the tension thickens within the room, threatening to choke them both. The realisation stings, just a little; an itchy prickling he spurns away in lieu of poised patience. It would do no good for such thoughts to get the better of him, even when the knowledge of being ignored leaves something to be desired.

It takes far too long for her to start fidgeting, giving into words as she swallows bitter resignation. In battles like these he always comes out victorious, the cursed stoniness of his face finally useful for something. An underhand method perhaps, but Shinobu never really played fair either.

“...It’s just residue wisteria powder.” A glance at him, hesitant and regarding as she says softly, stares at the tangle of medical supplies on his lap before reaching out to upright a fallen bottle. “A small breeze is enough to stir them into the air so they are hard to dust after. They stick to clothes easily; I supposed that was what you smelt. Careful,” the hint of a self-reflecting grimace as he makes to open his mouth, “they are still poisonous.”

His heart rate spikes. “Poisonous.”

“I wouldn’t be showing my face to anyone if I haven’t disinfected myself, Tomioka san.”

“Doesn’t seem like you to be so... careless.” It is a clumsy excuse, a half truth at best, and he doesn’t know whether to be exasperated that she knows that he knows this.

“Doesn’t seem like you to be so patronizing either.” Shinobu tugs at her arm experimentally, curls her fingers away. Her voice echoes, quieter than he’d expected. “Won’t you let go?”

Giyuu does not. Not yet.

He doesn’t like this; how at odds with her usual self she looks, gaunt and spent, the unsettling notion in his gut swirling the more he thinks about it. Too many things did not line up, and the scent of wisteria looms ever present, burns his lungs with their weight. They each have their own secrets to keep, the masks they wear a kindness to others from their grief, their suffering, themselves. Yet he knows he cannot brush this aside, even as he pulls back slowly, loosening his hand and releasing his grip.

“...Donburi.”

“Excuse me?” The backs of their fingers brush as they break; Shinobu is quick to draw back, cradling her arm over her chest as she finally meets his gaze, regards him with a look he cannot decipher.

“The owner of the corner diner in town came back. I haven’t been there for a while.” Giyuu inhales, clutches the spare folds of his haori in reflex and turns his head to the side; now the one avoiding her gaze. “You don’t have to get salmon daikon.”

Why is it, that I suddenly find it so difficult to meet you head on?

“...Idiot, have you been listening?”

He cannot see her expression like this, try as he might, cannot gauge if that was a positive response or not. Giyuu spies a look over the shadows of his bangs, catches her looking bewildered.

“You need a break.”

“And if I refuse?”

“...It’s my treat.”

Her mouth parts wordlessly, but he takes no pleasure in having the last word, bites his tongue as a million and one thoughts reflect through the deep pools of her eyes. He doesn’t chase this time; they were both frazzled enough as it is, can only hope the results would be the same.

“My, you can be such a handful…” Shinobu shakes her head, but her lips curl into the semblance of something wan, and the relief that runs through him was nothing short of palpable. “But I suppose a chance to stretch my legs outside would be nice.”

She must have caught onto his pleased expression, because her eyes narrow again, lips slanting further up into something more genuinely playful. All bark and no bite. He braces himself against it, feels the mood lift as they fall back into old habits.

“Tomioka san, you are kind of a brute, aren’t you? Touching a woman’s body like that.”

“I wasn’t trying to be.”

“You owe to be more straightforward. This is why people misunderstand.”

“You understand.” He tilts his head, finds it strange that she would say that. She alone knew his intentions, but that was all he needed. Wasn't it enough?

For some incomprehensible reason Shinobu colours, flushes red again as she diverts her gaze with a huff. But he thinks she looks better like this; less pale and more alive under the natural glow of her skin. Cosmetics could only go so far, and well, he liked it better if she could look healthy without it. Not that he could look for long; already she was picking on another unredeemable feature of his he knows was blatantly not true, the mocking smile on her face an open invitation for him to snark back.

Giyuu takes it gladly, ignores flashes of an odd regret on her face even as their petty squabble ends and they stand, packing the medical kit away and heading for the room’s doors, parting ways. He wonders why she would look at him like that, as though she could find something on his face if she searched hard enough, wonders when he can next bring their unfinished conversation up, if she would ever deemed it alright to tell him about the wisteria scent unfurling from the corner of her lips. He doesn’t want to think about the implications of it, wants to accept the truth from her mouth alone.

He only wishes he had pushed the matter further, wishes he had more time before the inevitable.

Above, the crow’s frantic squawks as their heavy footsteps stumble under the uneven terrain of the fortress breaks him from his reverie. Every utter of her name from its throaty caws sends unpleasant tingles down his bones. It shouldn’t be like this. It shouldn’t be like this.

His feet skid as they round the corner, and behind him he hears Tanjirou swallow a sob. The sound echoes deep in his chest, feels almost like pain. Giyuu grits his teeth, fuels that ache into the spring of his jump before it can take over. He cannot waver now, not after-

(A memory. Of a question swallowed within the flurries of gentle snow. Of pursed lips and a sad smile. Why was it, he realises now, that all the genuine smiles she had given him had been tinged with sadness?)

Fool, he thinks to himself, sees the visages of a butterfly leave him and feels something crack within his already broken heart. Unbidden, something wet slides down his cheek.

x

A/N

me: i want giyushino angst where they argue also me: i want them to squabble like children while doing it

i wished their days of eating at small nook-and-cranny diners and enjoying warm meals together after missions could have continued forever :,)

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Congrats on ur followers! I’m thinking of Lucy almost risking her life to save Natsu from something and he got mad at Lucy cause she risked her life and she could’ve died,, then Lucy recalled how many times he saved her life and wanted to do something for him. Sorry if u don’t understand this, I just mainly need angst lmao

Thank you for the request, I hope you like it! :D

“What Were You Thinking?”

Rated T.

Summary: After putting herself in harm’s way to save Natsu, Lucy wakes up to an earful from the irate dragon slayer.

What Were You Thinking?

Lucy clutched her arm, watching as Natsu fought a group of bandits on his own. Even though they weren’t as strong as him, their sheer numbers alone were giving him trouble. It didn’t help that the enemy was smart enough to send their troops in waves so that one group would always follow another after being defeated.

She gnawed on her lower lip. At this rate, he was going to run out of energy. There wasn’t any fire around for him to consume, and it wasn’t like she could make any herself. With his devastating flames that could lay waste to anything it came in contact with, she was surprised that the enemies kept challenging him. They should’ve been running with their tails between their legs!

Staggering to her feet, Lucy wobbled towards Natsu in an attempt to help. She had already run out of magical power, barely even able to walk. Still, she couldn’t just sit back and watch as Natsu carried the burden on his shoulders. She couldn’t stand to see him get hurt.

Just as she was approaching Natsu, she saw one of the bandits brandish a dagger. He used his magic to camouflage into the background, allowing him to sneak towards Natsu. The dragon slayer could’ve easily been able to smell him coming, but while dealing with everyone coming at him all at once, there was no way he was going to be able to dodge.

Mustering whatever energy Lucy had left, she made a mad dash towards the bandit, throwing herself in harm’s way. She jumped between him and Natsu, wincing as the blade pierced her side. A pained cry slipped past her lips as the attacker withdrew his blade, crimson blood splattering against the pavement. Falling, the girl pressed her hand over the wound to stop the bleeding. Tears pricked her eyes as it stung.

“Lucy!” Natsu’s voice called out.

With blurry vision, she looked up to find Natsu’s body engulfed in flames. He fought with more tenacity, bringing the villains to their knees. As her eyes began to droop closed, she heard Gray and Erza shouting as they ran up to them.

Then she lost consciousness.

As sunlight filtered through the cracks of her curtains, Lucy’s eyes finally fluttered open. Groaning, she pressed a hand to her throbbing head. She moved to sit up, only to hiss in pain as she had reopened her wound.

“Lay down,” a low voice demanded. She could recognize that voice anywhere.

Looking to her bedside, Lucy found Natsu sitting in one of the kitchen chairs he pulled up to the bed. Happy was dozing away in his lap.

“Natsu!” the girl exclaimed, a bright grin bubbling up to her lips. “You’re safe! Thank goodness!”

“Yeah, I’m safe alright,” Natsu replied, his brows furrowing as the corners of his lips tugged downwards into a disapproving frown. “What the hell were you thinking, Lucy?”

“Huh?”

“Why the hell did you take the hit?”

Lucy tilted her head to the side, confused. Was he really mad at her? “I did it to save you!”

“I didn’t ask you to do that!” Natsu sneered, his voice sharp enough to startle Happy awake.

Happy glanced between the two. Their brows were slanted in anger, and after having to hear Natsu complain for the past day, he knew just what they were arguing about. It was going to get ugly. Without saying a word, the exceed flew straight out the window before he could get caught in the crossfire.

Now that Happy was gone, Lucy turned her attention back to Natsu.

“I know that you didn’t ask me to, but it doesn’t change the fact that I had to do it,” Lucy said, crossing her arms over her chest.

“What makes you think you had to do that?” Natsu asked, bewildered by her answer.

“Because you were too busy fighting! You wouldn’t have noticed! If I didn’t step in, he would’ve stabbed you, probably in a worse spot than he stabbed me!”

Natsu shot up from his seat, knocking the chair back. “None of that matters, Lucy!”

“What do you mean it doesn’t matter!? You could have died!”

“You could have died!” Natsu shouted, loud enough to make Lucy flinch. His face was etched with fury as he continued, “What if you miscalculated your jump and he ended up stabbing one of your vital organs? Did you even calculate your jump? What if he stabbed you in the heart, Lucy? You’d be dead!”

Natsu panted, blinking back tears as he stared at the blonde in front of him. Her head hung low as she fisted the blankets.

“I just wanted to save you for once,” she mumbled, hot tears sliding down her cheeks.

“What?”

She whirled a tearful gaze onto him. “I wanted to save you, okay? Do you know how many times you’ve saved me? You’re such a hypocrite, you know that? Anytime there’s something dangerous, you’re always putting yourself in front of me! Or when someone is trying to hurt me, you fight them and get hurt instead!”

“Lucy-!”

“No, don’t! Did you ever stop to think that maybe I don’t want to see you get hurt? You’re my partner, my best friend, and so much more. You’re everything to me, Natsu, and that’s why I jumped in the way and that’s why I’d do it again in a heartbeat if I needed to!”

Natsu’s fists trembled at his sides. “I don’t want you doin’ that for me, Lucy!”

“And why the hell not?” she shot back, eyes shining with defiance.

“Because I don’t want to see you get hurt again!” he shouted. His shoulders rose each time he panted. The dam that kept his tears at bay finally broke. Gritting his teeth, he ignored the tears cascading down his cheeks.

Lucy’s brows shot up. “Again? What do you mean?”

Natsu’s voice shook as he answered, “Th-That time when we were in Crocus, and Rogue tried to kill you. He did kill you.”

Her lips immediately curled into a frown. That was a day she’d never forget. “Natsu, he didn’t-!”

“I tried to catch the knife or at least jump in the way, but I… I wasn’t fast enough, Lucy. Next thing I saw was your blood. I lost you right in front of my eyes because your future-self jumped in front of the way. I never wanted to see anything like that again, but here we are… And this time it’s my fault.”

Lucy choked back a sob as she shook her head. “That’s not true, Natsu. It isn’t your fault at all.” Patting the bed, she gestured for him to take a seat beside her. Once he did, she took his hands in her own, squeezing them tightly. “Let’s recount all of the times you saved me, shall we?”

“Lucy-”

“No, come on. Let’s do it. There was that time when we first met, and you saved me from Bora. Then there was that time on Galuna Island when Sherry dropped acid over the village. There was the time with Phantom Lord. Oh, and we can’t forget all of the times on Tenrou, the battle with Tartarus, the war against Alvarez, and every other moment in between. You may not have been able to save my future-self, but you’ve saved me countless of times.”

Natsu wiped his sleeve over his eyes. “It’s not good enough. I should’ve saved you back then, too.”

“You did. By defeating Rogue, you gave me my future back. Because of you, I’ve been able to share so many memories with you, Happy, and everyone else.” She squeezed his hands, giving him a wet smile. “I will always be grateful for that, which is why I really wanted to return the favor and save you for once.”

Natsu playfully scoffed. “For once? Luce, you’re savin’ our asses all the time. Too many times to even count. Seriously, you’re strong as hell.”

Warmth crept up to the girl’s cheeks, her smile deepening. “So, are we okay now?”

He slung an arm around her shoulder. “Yeah, we’re okay. Sorry about yellin’ at you.”

“It’s okay. I’m sorry for reminding you of what happened back at Crocus. Though, I can’t say that I won’t jump in the way to save you again. I’ll always try to save you, and I’m sure you’ll do the same for me.”

“‘Course I will. Now, c'mon. We should probably let Happy know we didn’t kill each other.”

Lucy blinked once, then twice. “Umm, in case you’ve forgotten, I can’t exactly leave bed.”

Natsu chuckled. “Oh, right. I forgot. Ehh, he’ll come back to check on us eventually. In the meantime, you wanna play some games? I can bring them to the bed.”

“Sure. But first…” Lucy leaned forward, pressing her lips against his in a chaste kiss. Pulling away, she smiled at him. “I love you, Natsu.”

He mirrored her expression. “I love you too, Luce. Now c'mon. It’s time I finally kick your ass at this game.”

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What Are The Chances | Chris Evans

Summary : While at Disneyland with your closest friends, you bump into Chris Evans. (I suck at summaries lmao)

A/N: This is from my old acct. I am going to repost this series but after chapter two, everything will be different!!! Hope you all enjoy!! 

Adjusting the Minnie Mouse ears, you felt your stomach begin to flutter as you and your four best friends made your way into the front of the park.

The sun was out, high in the sky with little to no clouds. Every flower blossomed, the colors vibrantly popping. Everything was breathtakingly beautiful.

Disneyland was your home. It somehow always made you feel at peace. And also, brought the inner child out.

The moment you step in, you are immediately filled with such joy, and excitement, you can’t help but smile from ear to ear.

“Let’s take a picture by the Mickey flowers!” Rashelle exclaimed.

You all followed behind her, pulling your phones out.

“Whose going to take our pictures?” Penny asked, lifting her glasses up with her nose.

You scanned around until your eyes landed on one of the workers with a camera hanging around his neck. Quickly, you strode over to him and tapped his shoulder.

“Hey, can you take a picture of us?” You asked, motioning over to your girls.

He glanced at you, and smiled. Nodding his head, “yea. Of course.”

“Sweet!” You gave him your phone and ran back to your friends, who were getting into their positions.

“Just stand anywhere.” Addie grunted. “It doesn’t matter.”

Charm and Penny switched spots to get their ‘good’ side. Something they always did every time you went out with them. You just laughed as you rolled your eyes.

“Okay, ready?” The guy asked.

“Yep!”

He snapped a few pictures from your phone, and one with his camera.

“Here you go.” He smirked.

You took the phone and glanced at the picture that lit up your screen. It was a little too bright, which made it look like you and Rashelle both had your eyes closed. But with only being there for two days, you shrugged it off and slipped the phone into your pocket.

“Alright, what do you bitches want to do first?” Charm asked, fluffing her hair with her hand.

“Let’s go on space mountain!” Penny muttered.

“No, let’s ride Indiana jones.” Said Addie, as she fixed the straps to her bag.

You were walking behind them, shaking your head, a smile forming on your lips. They could never agree on anything.

“How about Rashelle and I get fast passes for space mountain, while you girls go wait in line for Indiana jones?” You exhaled, looping your arm with your best friend.

They all nodded, getting their tickets out to hand them to you.

“Okay. Just call me when you are walking back. I’ll keep any eye out for you.“ Addie stated.

The three girls went towards adventure land as you and Rashelle started toward tomorrow land. One of your favorites there.

"It’s so hot!” She spewed, fanning herself. “How am I suppose to find a boyfriend when I’m sweating?!”

You let out a giggle, rolling your eyes. “It’s Disneyland! There are people from all over the world.”

“So? More to choose from.” She smirked. “Who knows, you might just find your Prince Charming.”

“Yea, when Captain Hook flies.” You snorted. “Besides, I’m not looking for anything. I just want to have a good time with my best friends and that’s it.”

“Whatever you say.” She chuckled.

“No one can handle all of this!” You cackled, as you playfully strut across Main Street.

“YAS girl! Work it!”

You glanced back at her, belting out into laughter until you crashed into broad shoulders, that almost knocked you off your feet.

Immediately, you pulled yourself together, feeling panicked. “I’m so sorry! I didn’t-”

The moment you balanced yourself and looked up, your breath hitched to the back of your throat.

“Don’t worry about it.” He smiled, his hand gently on the small of your back, scanning you over. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”

You shook your head, still gazing into the depths of his alluring blue eyes. Here you were standing right in front none other than Chris Evans. The guy you drooled over for years since you first saw him on Not Another Teen Movie.

Rashelle watched the entire thing with her eyes wide. She couldn’t believe how close you two were and how worried he was over you. It was like part of a movie playing before her.

You were finding yourself leaning more into him, feeling the warmth of his body against you. You were so close to him, all you could inhale was his scent, which caused your heart to race.

His lips curved more the longer he stared, his hand never leaving you until he realized how long he had held you to him.

He cleared his throat which brought you back to reality.

“Well I’m glad you’re okay.” He chuckled.

You took in a deep breath and shrugged. “I’m glad YOU’RE okay, since I’m the one who ran into you.”

“Trust me, I’m fine.” He looked down at you, not able to tear his gaze away. There was just something about you that drew him to you. Like a chemical reaction. Chris couldn’t shake the feeling.

“A beautiful girl like you can run into me, anytime.” He smirked.

And just like that, your stomach dropped.

“Uncle Chris!” A little boy called from behind, running over.

He turned around, and flashed a cheeky grin, extending his arms out until the little boy ran straight into him. “Hey buddy.”

“Mommy said we can go on Astro blasters!” He cheered. He looked at you and Rashelle, and for a moment, felt shy.

“Sorry, this is my nephew, Miles. It’s his birthday today. Right kiddo?” Chris muttered.

Miles nodded, leaning his head against Chris’ shoulder as one hand clutched on to his shirt.

You smiled up at him, and scrunched your nose. “Happy birthday!” You exclaimed. You could just tell how shy he was. “How old are you? Twenty-five?”

His lips twitched, as he shook his head.

“Mm. Oh I know, you’re forty-eight, huh?”

Miles chuckled to himself, still shaking his head. The wall he had up, was slowly coming down. “I-I’m this many.” He exhaled, putting all fingers up into the air.

Your eyes grew wide as you dropped your jaw, pretending to be so surprised. “Wow! Five? That’s so cool!” You muttered. “I hear that’s the best age.”

Chris watched the way you interacted with his nephew. Which only drew him in more.

“So Miles, what’s your favorite ride in Disneyland?”

“I like the pirate ride! Where we go on the boat and see the Pirates! And then we go down super fast!” He exclaimed. “And there’s guns and treasures!”

You flashed a soft smile, hearing the little boy go on about why he loved it so much. There was something about a little kid talking about something he enjoys that makes it so interesting.

“Yea! That’s my favorite too. And the Peter Pan ride.”

Ethan glanced up to his uncle then back to you. “That’s my mommy’s favorite ride too!”

Chris chuckled, shaking his head.

“What’s your favorite Disney movie?” He asked.

You pondered your thoughts for a moment, and sighed. “Oh that’s a tough one!” You stated. “I love them all! I’m a HUGE Disney fan.” You leaned a little closer to him. “I’m probably the biggest Disney fan in the world.”

Chris huffed, stopping you right at that moment, his finger in the air as he pursed his lips. “I don’t think so.” He muttered.

You furrowed your brows, looking at him. “What?” You chuckled.

“You’re not the biggest Disney fan.”

“Oh really? Then who is?”

He flashed a smile, and pointed his thumbs to himself. “Me.”

A chuckle fell from your lips, as you crossed your arms over your chest.

“Laugh all you want, but it’s true. I know everything there is about Disney. I know all of the songs, the movies, even the years they came out–I come out here all the time.”

“Thats funny. Me too. You can ask anyone. Disney is life.” You giggled.

Rashelle, belted out into laughter, “it’s true! This girl would rather watch a Disney movie than go out and party. I mean, she’s watched tangled at least a hundred times, maybe more.”

You shrugged your shoulders, “see. I told you.”

Chris locked his gaze with yours, his smile growing by the second. “Fine, then let’s see who the biggest fan is.” He muttered.

For a moment you scanned his face for bluff, until you noticed he was serious. “What do you have in mind?”

He pondered his thoughts for a moment, until he turned on his heels and looked back. “Scott! Hey–Scott, come here bro.” He called out.

Rashelle leaned into your ear slightly squeezing your arm. “Dude, Chris is definitely flirting with you.” She whispered.

You hushed her, shaking your head. “What? No, he’s not.” You chuckled.

The guy that Chris had called for, strode over to Chris’ side.

“This is my brother, Scott.” Chris said, still holding his nephew in his arms. “Scott, this is–” he paused, looking to you.

“Y/N, and this is Rashelle.” You exhaled.

Chris smirked from the sound of your name rolling off your tongue. Finally, a name to the face. One he would never forget.

Scott flashed a smile, quickly shaking both of yours and your best friends hand. “Nice to meet you, ladies.”

“Alright, so Y/N here ‘claims’ to be the biggest Disney fan–which is bullshit.” Chris quickly winced, covering Miles’ ear. “Crap, sorry buddy.” He put his nephew down, and patted his back.

“Anyways, I need you to ask us a few tough Disney questions. Whoever gets the first few right, wins.”

Scott belted out into laughter, clutching his stomach. “Oh god!” He cackled. “Okay–okay fine. Anything specific or can I just make them up?”

“I-I don’t know, just something not so obvious.” Chris exclaimed.

His brother thought for a moment until something came to mind. “Okay, Who teaches Mowgli the bare necessities of life?”

“Baloo!!” You both yelled, feeling the competitive side of you coming out.

Chris glanced at you, a smile plastered onto his face as you chuckled.

“What?” You giggled.

He shrugged his shoulders, “N-Nothing! I’m just–” he snapped his gaze to his brother. “Alright, next question.”

Scott smiled, “sheesh, you two must really want to beat each other.”

“Just ask the question already! We don’t have all day!” Chris cackled.

“Fine!” Scott threw his hands up, “which hand is replaced by a hook on Captain Hook?”

Your eyes grew, “ahh I know this! Peter Pan is my favorite movie!” You exclaimed. But for the life of you, you couldn’t remember which one it was and it was driving you crazy. “Crap!” You groaned.

Chris furrowed his brows, squinting his eyes as he winced. “Um, left?” He drawled out, not certain of the answer.

“Correct!” Scott cackled.

“Dammit! I knew that one too!” You pinched the bridge of your nose, feeling disappointed in yourself.

“It’s okay Y/N, you’re just not that big of a Disney nerd as I am.” He winked.

You pointed your finger into his chest, and pursed your lips. “The game isn’t over yet, buddy.”

He let out a chuckle, “you’re right, it isn’t. But it will be soon. When I win.”

Rashelle raised a hand, grabbing your guys attention. “I have one.” She stated. “Who was the first Disney princess?”

Chris took in a sharp breath, “shit, wasn’t it–”

“Oh Snow White!” You cut him off.

“Hey! I was about to say that.”

“Well, you took too long.”

Rashelle’s phone went off before he could say another word, which made your body jolt.

It was Penny.

“Hello?” She breathed.

“Where are you guys?!” She asked. “We are about to get on the ride!”

“Okay, we are coming.” She muttered. “We will be there soon.”

The call ended, and she quickly placed it into her pocket.

“We have to go.” She stated, pulling on your arm. Looking at the boys, she sighed. “It was nice meeting you guys!”

You looked up at Chris. Your eyes locking as he flashed a soft smile. You honestly didn’t want to leave, especially since talking to him and being around him somehow made you feel whole. But everything has to come to an end, right?

“Come on! The girls are waiting.” She exclaimed, pulling you along with her.

“B-Bye!” You yelped. Just one last glance, until you spin around and followed her to adventure land. Leaving Chris with his brother and nephew.

He watched you until you faded into the sea of the crowd. Wishing you didn’t have to go. He dug his hands into his pocket, feeling a bit bummed.

“They were beautiful.” Scott muttered.

Chris snapped out of his trance, and turned his attention to his younger brother. “Yea they are.”

“Who knows, maybe we will run into them again.”

He slowly nodded, the thought giving him a small piece of hope. “Yea, maybe.”

Miles tugged at Chris’ shirt. “Uncle Chris, that girl forgot her Minnie ears.”

Chris looked at his nephew and furrowed his brows. “Oh yea, Looks like she did!”

In that moment, he felt lucky. Lucky that his nephew noticed the ears, lucky that now he has a reason to go after you and return your item.

“Hey, Scott. Watch Miles okay?” He said.

Scott took the little boys hand, his brows scrunched together. “Where are you going?”

[furidojasutin]

Title: Two hearts beat as one

Pairing: Fraxus (Freed x Laxus)

Universe: Canon

Rating: K+

a/n: A little thing for Valentine’s Day! It’s inspired by both a headcanon of a dear anon friend I answered a few days ago and something that just came to my mind. It’s a little kitschy but hey- it’s happy lmao. Also yea I’m totally writing that n/s/f/w Valentine’s thing version bc now I just cannot not write xD Cough. Anyway! I hope you’ll like it!

Tag Squad: @isbwvyja, @yellingschmetterling, @pleasantflowersheep, @icy-dancer, @myshipsaretruelove, @mdelpin, @juvia-deserved-to-be-a-lesbian, @1-lost-fander

Freed was one with the night. His movements were smooth and powerful all the same as he swung his sword towards an enemy only the rune mage could see before his inner eye, and Laxus watched the play from his spot under one of the nearest trees.

The dragon slayer doubted that Freed had taken note of his approach already. His boyfriend was one of the most observant men he knew but he'd come out here with quiet footsteps and since this was one of their common, undisturbed training places it was pretty safe to assume that nobody else would come here.

Except them.

The slight pit was very close to the apartment they had begun to share a few months ago. It had been exciting to move in together, even if they'd been spending more time together than apart from one another before this change already. Laxus fondly remembered the smile on Freed's face when they laid in the bed of their own home for the first night, and he remembered the happiness in his own heart. It was special. It was something that, once upon a time, he never thought he was going to have some time in the future.

With Freed, so much had changed step by step. His approach, their friendship and now their relationship. They all were steps in a very, very important line of his life.

Laxus leaned against the tree, the crust pressing against his thickly muscular arms but he cared little. A light breeze was rustling through the branches and the grass, and through Freed's long hair. His boyfriend had pulled it up into a pony tail liked he sometimes did and Laxus more than approved of it.

Another small grin came to his face; he loved how this hair style looked on Freed but he also loved to take advantage of the bared skin of his neck. It belonged to the most sensitive parts on the captain's body, he had learned that pretty early, and it was just perfect to give attention to it. Watching Freed like this always made him want to give him those neck kisses. A lot of them.

And then there was Freed's sleeveless shirt. It put his arms on display, muscles flexing with every pose Freed fell into. It was hot, to say it bluntly. Laxus was most likely one of the people who knew best what strength lingered in those arms, too; or perhaps he did know best out of them all.

Casual looked great on his boyfriend, and Laxus was free to admire it every day just like Freed did with him.

Every single aspect of the sight that he witnessed was perfection, and the dragon slayer knew that he could just stand here and do nothing else but watch for a while.

Freed was the dark sky, and he was the lightning. Together they created something intimidating yet mesmerizing. They created a storm so intense that it would take more than much effort to tame them, if it was possible at all, and it was the perfect reflection of what was going on in their hearts.

Their hearts were one, and their feelings were a powerful storm that nobody would ever be able to contain.

Laxus thought that it was a pretty nice metaphor, actually. It was kitschy, very much so, and Laxus Dreyar didn't often allow himself to have kitschy thoughts, but it was true. Although that had changed as well ever since he's become more and more aware of the feelings Freed and him shared.

Huh, love really did some unexpected things to people.

Abandoning this thought for now, Laxus' gaze swerved back to his boyfriend and orange eyes observed attentively.

Freed's face was stern, brows furrowed and teeth seemingly clenched slightly as he brought his sword forward in a straight movement, slashing the air. The rune mage emitted a quiet, rumbling sound when exerting his attack before he went rigid for a moment out of nowhere.

Laxus was about to wonder if something was wrong when suddenly Freed turned exactly towards where he was standing, the tip of his sword pointing into his direction. The swordsman's expression was untamed for only a split-second and the dragon slayer realized that he must have stepped on a branch or made some other kind of noise because it was quite apparent that he had somehow gotten his boyfriend's attention.

“Laxus- it's you.” The sword got lowered, no longer pointing towards the blond man, and Freed dragged the back of his free hand along his forehead. “Did you try to sneak up on me?”

The blond huffed at that. And had he seen Freed's right eye gleam through his bangs for a single heartbeat when he'd spun around in surprise? He really must have caught his boyfriend off guard. “Nah,” Laxus shrugged, then casually pushed himself off the tree he'd been leaning against. It took a moment for him to expand his response. “I was watching you.”

“Watching me?” Freed blinked once. He began walking towards the broader-built man, the statement sinking in. “For how long have you been here?”

It wasn't all too obvious on Freed's face but Laxus had learned to read the little alterations in his expressions. He almost chuckled seeing the tiny little frown that indicated that, probably, the Raijinshuu's captain wasn't really amused that somebody had been able to sneak up on him like that without him noticing for a while. “A couple of minutes.”

“Huh.”

“You were pretty concentrated.”

“I usually am. And that usually doesn't keep me from paying attention to my surroundings.”

“Right.” Laxus gave a small grin, his gaze running over his boyfriend's entire appearance. The darkness made it harder to see any detail but he could still see enough.

Freed raised a brow at that. Laxus wasn't exactly being subtle. “Was it enthralling?”

“Yea,” Laxus replied without hesitation, his grin widening. “Pretty much.”

At that, the rune mage snorted but his lips curved. “And did you plan on revealing yourself anytime soon or would you just have disappeared again?”

Freed had turned away and begun to collect his water bottle mid-sentence, with Laxus following him. It was the blond's turn to blink before he stopped behind Freed and scratched the back of his neck. “Uh, well... I knew that you were out training so I headed down here.” He realized that this wasn't exactly answering Freed's question, and he deserved the look of wonder his mate was giving him.

Laxus just hadn't thought that Freed would unintentionally bring his second ulterior motive to the surface so quick. Because there was another explanation than just being interested to watch his boyfriend’s sexy training.

“Is everything alright?” Sword and water bottle in his safe grasp, the rune mage looked at him, taking a step closer. He tilted his head slightly, eyebrows furrowed softly.

And Laxus didn't nod, instead he averted his eyes, suddenly grateful for the dark time of night. “It's a few minutes past midnight now.”

Freed still wasn't catching on it. Laxus couldn't blame him.

So he finally continued, “It's a few minutes past midnight so, uh, Happy Valentine's day, Freed.” He was still not looking at his boyfriend, cheeks heated up softly. It was the first Valentine's day they would be spending as a couple and even though none of them really cared much about such made up event days, Laxus knew that they both wanted it to be special nevertheless.

Oh all the things that changed.

It didn't take long for Freed's puzzled expression to change. Lips would curl into a smile, and the same warmth came to his cheeks as well. “That's... quite cute.”

That just had Laxus pout. And pouting Laxus was amusing and precious at the same time, so Freed's eyes glinted with merriment, lips tugged into a gentle smirk for a single moment before turning back into the previous smile.

But then the rune mage made his point by leaning up so he could press a kiss to the corner of the taller man's mouth and it successfully baited Laxus to turn his head and look at him again.

The words had caught Freed off guard but Laxus saw the smile on his face that was as genuine and loving as it tended to be when he was smiling at him like this, and in the end it educed a similar one from the lightning mage.

“Happy Valentine's Day, Laxus,” the greenet muttered back, just loud enough for the dragon slayer to hear, before Freed sneaked his arms around the blond's waist, sword and bottle still in his hands.

As they stood in the small pit like this, surrounded by trees, they just kept looking into each other's eyes for a moment before almost simulatenously leaning in to turn the peck Freed had given Laxus before into a real kiss.

Lips moved slowly and eyelids naturally fluttered shut as they melted against one another as though it was the easiest thing in the world. Laxus' arms found their way around his boyfriend's frame as well, one hand of his moving through strands of green hair and when Freed tilted his head he responded by tugging him as close as possible, their bodies pressed against one another as the kiss sent warmth through him in slow passion.

The light of the almost full moon shone through some of the tree crowns, being the only source of light in that area right now. It softly illumanted single parts of the pit, spotting the ground; Freed and Laxus weren't part of it, hidden in the shadows of the night with their foreheads briefly resting against each other to catch a brief pause and silent smiles blooming.

But they didn't need the light of the moon to guide them anyway, for they already were darkness and lightning intertwined.

[sparklebitch]

Hey there ! I have a langst prompt: Lance's performance as of late has been very bad and everyone thinks it's just him slacking off. Shiro (Kuron) Asks him very angrily what's going on, and he (reluctantly) admits that he's badly homesick. Everyone tells him that he's not the only one and he's being selfish, and he gets super upset because 'when was the last time i did anything for myself?' or whatever and then he runs away, maybe to go find Keith and talk to him about it.

Whoop I lied guys I had time to write something lmao. Also I wrote this from Keith’s perceptive kind of? And he’s still with the BOM so… yeah. Lol.

Trigger warnings are posted below.

Keith hadn’t talked or heard anything from his friendsin over a week, he had been busy with Blade missions, so he was very surprisedwhen he opened the door to his room and found Lance standing there, out ofbreath.

“What—” Lance shoved past him. “—The hell?” Lance floppeddown on Keith’s bed like he lived there. Lance had never even seen his roombefore. “Wh—” Keith glanced out the door and saw that no one else was around, andthen turned back to Lance. “What the fuck are you doing here?” Lance coveredhis eyes with his hands.

“I don’t want to talk about it” Lance groaned. Keithblinked in shock. He hadn’t moved from his spot in the doorway. He was tryingto comprehend what was happening. Why was Lance there? Keith slowly closed his doorand cautiously moved toward the boy on his bed.

“Okay…” he said slowly, narrowing his eyes. He’d neverknown Lance to not talk about things. He barely ever stopped talking. “Well if you don’t want to talk about it then whatare you doing here?” he asked. Lance dropped his hands and stared directly at Keith.Keith felt pinned down by his stare. He noticed that Lance’s eyes were rimmedred, like he had been crying.

“I’m not lazy” Lance said hoarsely. Keith furrowed hiseyebrows.

“When have I ever said you were?” he asked inconfusion. Lance shook his head and pushed himself up.

“I don’t- I don’t know. Maybe never. But everyone elsesays it” he pulled his knees up to his chest and rested his chin on them. Keithsat down on the floor next to his bed.

“Is that… why you’re here?” Keith asked, still nottotally sure what was going on. Lance shook his head, clearly frustrated. Keithpropped his head against his arm, which was resting on the edge of his bed. “Dudejust tell me what’s going on”

“I’m not lazy” Lance repeated. “I’m- I’m not. I just…sometimes I get… you know” he shrugged and pulled his legs closer. Keith triedto follow along, but he honestly had no idea what Lance was talking about.

“How… did you even get here?” he asked instead. Lance clearlywasn’t ready to talk about whatever was bothering him. Lance lifted his head andsmiled slightly.

“I stole Allura’s ship” he said. Keith’s eye buggedout.

“You stole her personal ship!?” he asked incredulously.Lance laughed shortly.

“Yeah. I was going to take Red, but she didn’t want to—”his eyes widened as he realized what he was about to say. Keith lowered hishead.

“It’s fine. I know she’s mad at me” he said quietly.Lance sighed and moved so he was perched on the edge of the bed, right next toKeith.

“She’s not mad at you exactly… she just really missesyou, man”

“I miss her too” Keith admitted. Lance stared at him fora long moment.

“Things have changed a lot since you left” he toldKeith.

“Like what?”

“Well,” Lance began. “Allura’s taken over as the pilotfor Blue and I’m piloting Red, but you know that” Keith nodded. “Hunk and Pidgehave been working on some really cool shit lately. They’re making new weaponsall the time. They’re pretty badass” Keith smiled at the thought. “Coran’s beentrying to make foods that taste like food from Earth”

“How’s that going?” Keith asked. Lance made a gaggingface. “That good huh?” Keith laughed. Lance’s smile widened.

“Yeah” he laughed quietly. “Allura’s a super rad pilotnow. It took her a while to get used to being like… on our level I guess. Butshe’s got the hang of it now”

“That’s good” Keith said lightly. He was a littlejealous, but he was the one that left.

“Yeah. She’ll be a good replacement for me when youget back” Lance said, his smile still on his face, but it looked forced.

“Lance, we’ve talked about this. No one’s going toreplace you. You’re a paladin”

“Allura replaced you” he pointed out.

“Yeah, but even if I come back she still has her placeon the team. She brought this group together” Keith was getting worked up. Hehated that Lance was doubting himself. “You will always have a place inVoltron. I already explained all this to you, don’t make me do the whole speechagain” Lance waved him off.

“I know, I know. That’s not what I came to talk about”Lance’s eyes became distant, like he was remembering something. Keith watched himfor a minute and then tapped his knee.

“You okay?” he asked. Lance started twisting hisfingers anxiously.

“Shiro’s changed a lot too” he said slowly.

“How so?” Lance shifted.

“He, uh, he’s…” he swallowed thickly. “He’s beenreally touchy lately. Like, everything sets him off” Keith watched Lance as hespoke. His eyes were looking everywhere but at Keith. “He’s been like all overme about being… about not participating in stuff. Not training enough” Lance tuggedat a loose thread on Keith’s blanket. “He think’s I’m slacking off” he added quietly.

“…Are you?” Keith asked carefully.

“No!” Lance said defensively. Keith put his hands upin surrender.

“I just thought I’d ask” Lance’s face turned to a scowl.

“I’m not slacking off. I’ve just been…” his eyes wentglassy. Keith held his breath, thinking that Lance might cry. “I’ve been reallyhomesick” his voice cracked as he spoke. “It’s gotten so bad lately that I just…don’t want to get out of bed or do anything” he sounded small. Keith wanted toreach out and hug Lance, but he didn’t know how he would react to that. Lancecleared his throat, startling Keith from his thoughts. “Anyway, he’s been superpissy and everyone’s accusing me of being lazy and selfish. But it’s whatever”

“Lance, that’s not ‘whatever’” Keith told him. Lance shrugged.

“Really,” he said. “I just- I don’t care anymore”Keith didn’t believe him.

“Then why are you here?” Lance finally looked at him.

“What?”

“If none of this bothers you, then why are you here?Why did you run away from them? Lance you stoleAllura’s ship to come here. I haven’t seen or talked to you in weeks, butyou came here. Clearly something is botheringyou” Lance looked away uncomfortably.

“It’s stupid…” he dismissed it. Keith shook his head.

“No it’s not. Just tell me” he insisted.

“Shiro… he- he- was yelling at me today and then he—” Keithfelt his blood run cold.

“Did he hurt you?” Keith sat up straight. “Lance, Iswear to god if he touched you I’ll fucking kill him” he growled. Lance’s eyeswidened in surprise.

“What? N- No!” he exclaimed. “He- he didn’t hurt me!He- I told him what was wrong. I told him I was homesick!” Lance stuttered out.“And he- he yelled at me more and told me that I was being selfish” his mouthturned down as he spoke. “He told me that being homesick wasn’t an excusebecause… everyone else was homesick but they weren’t being ‘a lazy piece ofshit” he sniffed and turned his head away from Keith.

“He… said that to you?” Keith asked in horror. The Shirothat he knew would never say that to anyone. What exactly had happened to himsince Keith had been gone?

“Yeah, but it doesn’t matter. He’s right”

“No, no he’s not” Keith shook his head. Lance wipedhis nose with the back of his hand.

“Yeah he is. Everyone agreed with him. That’s why I camehere instead of going to Hunk or Coran. No one believes me anymore. Shiro’sturned them all against me. Everyone’s afraid of him, Keith” Keith didn’t knowwhat to say to that. How had so much changed in the short time that he had beengone? “Anyway…” Lance continued. “After he finished yelling at me I started tothink about everything and then I thought if he’s going to think I’m lazy no matterwhat I do I might as well be lazy. And thenI thought ‘when was the last time I ever did anything for myself?’ so…” helifted his arms and gestured to the room. “Here I am” Keith pushed himself tohis knees, so that he was at eyelevel with Lance.

“You’re not lazy” he said sharply. “You’re not selfish.You’re kind and caring. You only ever think of other people. You’re the mostcompassionate person that I know. You put other people’s wellbeing over yourown, to the point that I’m constantly worried that someday it’s going to costyou your life. Lance, you are the definition of a selfless hero and if anyonethinks different I will personally show up on their doorstep and fucking fightthem” Lance stared at him dumbly. Keith’s words had completely shell-shockedhim. His words had come out of nowhere. He never knew that Keith thought of himthat way.

“Oh” was all Lance said. He had no words. So, insteadof responding his pulled Keith into a bone crushing hug, hoping that it was enoughto convey his gratitude. “Thank you” Lance whispered, closing his eyes.

“Uh-huh” Ketih hummed, tightening his grip on Lance,who did the same. “Anytime”

As he held Lance close, his thoughts drifted to Shiroand everything that had happened. He wondered what exactly had happened to hisfriend to make him this way…

[linaofthemyscira]

Puppies Are Forever

Pairing: Older!Damian Wayne x Platonic!Reader

Words: 1828

Prompt: Puppies Are Forever by Sia//Christmas

Warnings: Damian….plus puppers…the ultimate fluff

A/N aw FUCKLES I’m like cramming this in like 2 days before Xmas lmao. This is my FIRST Damian fic damn, and he’s like 16-ish. I hope you guys enjoy this!

Christmastime was such a big thing for Gotham. There was a ginormous tree-lighting ceremony in front of city hall and buildings always decorated with playful color lights or elegant white lights. Damian’s father, Bruce Wayne, had always gone with those classy white lights, because well, that’s just the way he was.

Since the family celebrated both Hanukkah and Christmas, the manor was always decorated more colorfully. Stephanie and Dick were on the house decorating committee, along with Alfred and Duke because they were the only two who “appreciated decorating the most out of the family”. Jason and (also) Alfred were on cooking duty, Cass and Babs made sure no one opened the presents early, and Damian…well he never really had a job. Or technically, never was assigned one. Tim was never assigned a job either, but that was only because he never stopped working. One year he wasn’t even seen throughout Hanukkah and Christmas because he was working a case.

Damian didn’t mind that he had no specific job, that meant he got to spend more time with you. He enjoyed spending time with you because you simply made his life more bright. You made him forget about the anger he would have certain days, you comforted him when he was down, and you appreciated that he had a deep appreciation for animals. You two were inseparable. Jason would always poke fun about when Damian would just ask you out already, but you always laughed and shrugged it off while he would start arguing with Jason.

In order to avoid that (awkward) conversation this year, Damian kept you as far from the manor as possible. Since you lived in the city, he would pick you up and take you to explore all the corners of Gotham (that were the safest). You still had no clue Damian was Robin, and he intended to keep it that way. He had observed his older brother’s relationships with commoners like you and all the stops they’d have to pull out in order to keep that person safe. He even observed his father. And by now, he was 16, he knew the rules. For him, it was common sense. So he kept you in the dark.

Which…was quite ironic because right at this very moment, you were walking through a tunnel of lights in the park. They were strung up on the trees, twinkling brightly like the stars.

“Wow, this is incredible,” you looked all around you in wonder.

“I always enjoy coming to the park during this time of year, especially because of this tunnel,” Damian commented.

“Really? Why is that?” You turned to him.

“It’s just very relaxing,” he shrugged.

“Ah that’s right, you have a crazy family,” You grinned.

“Crazy does not even begin to explain my family, Y/N. I am guessing that right now, Pennyworth and Todd are cooking something and Grayson is trying to eat some of it. Drake has most likely fallen asleep at his computer, and Stephanie is trying to prevent Alfred the cat and Titus from destroying the decorations she spent months creating,” Damian explained.

“Huh,” you nodded. “And your dad?”

Damian visibly scrunched his nose and reached up to scratch the back of his neck.

“I don’t know,” he stuck his hands in his pockets and frowned at the ground.

“Working maybe?” you asked.

“Perhaps,” Damian looked at you and shrugged, though he was thinking of Bruce’s other job. You linked your arm in Damian’s and laid your head on his shoulder. He was a little taken aback but went with it.

“Don’t worry, Dami, he’ll come home. I know he will,” you said softly. Damian smiled to himself at your comforting words.

Thank God he had you.

As the night was ending, Damian escorted you home. This time he took you down a different path, a shortcut he discovered while he was patrolling one night as Robin.

Damian knew you loved animals as well, but you didn’t have any pets because your family’s landlord didn’t allow pets into the building. So when you passed a pet store with puppies in the window and you stopped to look at them, he immediately figured out what to get you for Christmas.

“oH MY GOD! Damian look at these super cute puppies!” you squealed as your eyes lit up like the lights that decorated the Gotham Christmas tree.

“They are adorable,” he said with a small smile.

“Oh, I wonder how much…that one is.” you pointed to one of the puppies that was calmer than the other ones in the pen. The puppy looked up at you and immediately started wagging its tail in excitement. “He’s so cute, ugh. I need him.”

“That, I agree with. You are in dire need of a canine,” He spoke.

“A canine. Damian, you can chill out for one second and call it a dog.” you raised an eyebrow with a smile. He loved that expression because it always meant you were amused by his actions.

“Fine. You do need a dog,” he restated.

“I do. I hate our landlord for not letting us have one.” you agonized. Damian came up with a brilliant plan right on the spot and internally happy danced.

“Y/N, come on, let’s go,” Damian tore you away from the window.

“GOODBYE PUPPY! I LOVE YOU!” you shouted as Damian tugged you down the street.

After a few more minutes of walking, Damian finally got you home in one piece. After your mother opened the door to let you in, you turned to Damian to say goodbye for the evening, even though you knew you’d be texting him sometime within the hour.

“Thanks for taking me out again, Dami,” you beamed at him.

“It was nothing, Y/N. I always enjoy spending time with you.” He said but started blushing when he realized what he said.

“I enjoy spending time with you, Damian,” your smile became more gentle.

“Would you like to come over to the manor on Christmas?” Damian suddenly blurted out. You widened your eyes in response but ended up nodding.

“Of course,” you told him.

“Naturally, whenever you can come over. I know family is important–” Damian started to ramble.

“No, Damian, its okay, I can come over. Thank you,” you told him.

“Anytime, Y/N,” he offered a smile, yet toothy smile, which he rarely did.

“I guess I’ll see you on Christmas then.”

“Okay. Have a good night, Y/N.”

“You too, Damian.”

And with that, you closed the door.

Come Christmas Day, and after all of the presents were unwrapped, you had arrived at the manor door, bearing a gift for Damian and a courtesy one for Alfred for always being so nice to you.

“Please, Y/N, come in, it must be freezing outside,” Alfred ushered you inside.

“Hi, Alfred. I got this for you,” You handed Alfred a small-ish box, to which he was surprised.

“Why thank you, Y/N,” he nodded gracefully. “Master Damian is in the family room.”

“Thank you, Alfred, you’re the best,” you winked and headed off to the family room to join Damian.

He was manspreading in his usual chair, with his usual uninterested look on his face, but when you walked in, he sat up his expression morphed into a much happier one.

“Y/N!” he exclaimed. The only family members left in the room (Alfred, Bruce, Dick, Babs, and Duke) all turned to look at you.

“Hi everybody!” you greeted as you waved.

“Hello, Y/N,” Bruce gave you a tired smile.

“Mr. Wayne, its good to see you,” you walked past him and towards Damian.

“It’s good to see me too,” he yawned. He had a mission the night before as Batman and didn’t make it home until 3 am. On top of that, he hadn’t had his usual morning coffee.

“I’m glad you’re here, Y/N. Now I can give you your present,” Damian stood up when you approached him.

“Right back at ya,” you handed him his present.

“What?” he asked.

“Open it!” you thrust the bag into his hands. Damian sat back down and did as you said, taking out the contents of the gift bag. He lifted out a sketchbook and drawing tools in amazement.

“I know you filled up your old sketchbook so I got you a new one,” you told him.

“Thank you, Y/N this means so much,” he smiled at you. “Now I get to give you your gift.”

Damian set aside the sketchbook and art supplies, stood up, sat you in his seat and left to go get your present.

“He forgot to tell you to close your eyes,” Dick sighed. You laughed at Damian’s antics and then closed your eyes. Damian came back into the room minutes later, holding up a rather large box with holes on the sides and set it on your lap. You felt it was heavy and furrowed your eyebrows to think about what it could be.

“Damian, can I open my eyes now?” you asked.

“Take the top off first,” He smiled.

“What? Did you say for them to take their top off?” Dick asked.

“What? No! I said to take the top of the box off, Grayson!” Damian began to turn red, while you stifled a laugh.

“Sorry, couldn’t hear you,” Dick scratched his head. You had taken off the box top and were waiting to Damian to give you the okay to open your eyes.

“Okay, now you can,” he stood back. You slowly opened your eyes and were met with a fur ball sitting in the box. Your jaw dropped as you picked up the puppy and held it up like it was Simba.

“It’s the pupper from the store! OH it was so not a guy puppy,” you laughed.

“No, it indeed was a bitch,” Damian stuck his hands in his pockets.

“Master Damian!” Alfred scolded.

“YEAH HEY LANGUAGE!” Dick yelled. “YOU’RE LIKE 10!”

“I am 16, Grayson!” Damian snapped. “And I apologize, Pennyworth. I was just using the right terminology.”

Damian turned back to you as you began to cuddle the puppy excessively, sat on the armrest of the chair and smiled down at you.

“What will you name her?” he asked.

“Oh, I don’t know,” you mumbled.

“I was thinking Holly, but–”

“HOLLY IS PERFECT!” you shouted happily. “Wait, but I can’t bring her home.”

“I can keep her here if you like. You can visit Holly whenever you want,” Damian offered.

“Damian, that’s amazing. Thank you so much,” you beamed.

“May I?” Damian asked to hold your puppy.

“Yeah, of course!” You handed over Holly, and as soon as Damian got both hands on her, she was all over him. She licked his face repeatedly, and Damian struggled to make her stop.

You and Damian spent the whole day together with the new puppy, enjoying each other’s company like always. It certainly was a merry Christmas.

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