#but he's trying to pick up the pieces . very sweet but anxious about what his future holds . only wants the best for his child .

[thoroughfvre]

" my life feels like such a mess right now . . . you deserve better than to be dragged into it . "

[moonstruckme]

would you write a part two to whimsy!reader totally knowing remus’ secret? i feel like r would be so sweet and casual about it that remus would cry

Thanks for requesting!

cw: post-moon werewolf Remus, mention of blood and wounds (no description)

poly!marauders x whimsical!reader ♡ 1.4k words

The boys usually send you away this time of month. They try to be subtle about it, encouraging you to go visit your family or sleep over at a friend’s house, but you’re not one to let the full moon pass you by without notice. It didn’t take long for the pattern to reveal itself. 

Still, you don’t argue when James gifts you tickets for you and a friend to see a band you like out of town. You know they’re all most comfortable doing things the way they always have, and you worry that letting slip what you know would do more harm than good; Remus would be anxious and upset, and the other boys would only be doing more damage control than they’re used to with you around. So, you let the full moon pass you by without complaint. 

The next day, however, when you know James and Sirius will have gone to work and left Remus to rest and heal, you sneak into your apartment. 

The fact of Remus’ ailing is immediately obvious; the boys’ things are strewn all over the place, evidence of James’ and Sirius’ running about without Remus to pick up after them. There’s a pot of half-eaten stew that’s been left to cool and congeal on the stove, an abandoned roll of bandages on the coffee table, and the entire apartment smells like disinfectant and heartache. 

When you find Remus in the bedroom, your heart aches, too. He’s sleeping, but even in rest his face is pinched with discomfort, and there are several bandages visible above where the bedsheets rest halfway up his torso. It’s about what you expected, but it still makes your eyes burn. 

You try to let him sleep as long as possible, working with the environment first. You open a few windows to get out the smell and let in the new day, clean the common spaces, start your lavender incense burning in the bedroom. You’re brewing tea when Remus pads into the kitchen, a blanket wrapped around his shoulders. 

“Oh.” He startles to see you. “You’re back.” 

You’re startled, too. “Hi, I’m sorry,” you say, hurrying over to the windows to shut them. “Did I wake you? Is it too cold in here?” 

“No.” Remus looks wary, watching you flit about the living room like he’s not sure he’s actually woken up. “It’s nice. When did you get home?” 

“Just this morning. I didn’t see the sense in staying another night, and anyway I wanted to be with you.” You make your way back around the room to him, taking his jaw gently in your hand. His skin is warm to the touch. “How are you feeling, lovely?” 

You feel more than see Remus’ face tighten. “I’m alright. How are you?” 

You let him go, giving him a small smile. “Better now that I’m back with you, thanks for asking.” You go back to the stove to stir your pot. “If you’re warm, you don’t need to keep that blanket on for me. I’ve already seen the bandages.” 

You hear his quiet intake of breath, and then a few moments later the sound of the blanket dropping to the floor. 

“Are you in the mood for some tea?” you ask without turning around. “If you want to get back in bed, I could bring it to you there. I don’t imagine standing is very kind to your legs right now.” 

You’ve been reading up on wolf versus human anatomy. If Remus’ transformations work the way you think they do, the bones in his heels and legs would have to either break or otherwise shorten and elongate to create the legs a wolf needs; you can’t imagine it’s a painless process, or that he’s not still feeling the effects of it now, so soon after the moon.

For a dense handful of moments, Remus lingers on the edge of the kitchen. But soon you hear his footsteps, heavier than usual in a way that makes your stomach hurt, go back towards the bedroom. You finish making his tea and bring it to him with a few pieces of his chocolate. 

He’s sitting up at the edge of the bed, propped up on pillows and watching the smoke curl up from your incense with a haunted look in his eyes. 

“Hi,” you say softly. He accepts the tea and chocolate with a quiet thanks. “Do you think it might help things if I opened the curtains? Some sunlight might be good for you.” 

Remus hums his assent. Everything becomes crisper once you let the light in. Remus’ dark circles and the blood visible through his bandages, but also the healthy flush to his cheeks and the strength of his body beneath the dressings. 

“What is this?” Remus asks you, sipping his tea. 

“Bay leaves. It’s for pain relief. It helps more if you put it directly on the wounds, but I didn’t think you’d want to mess with your dressings any more.” 

He nods. Sighs. “Come here, dove. Come sit.” 

You’re eager to comply. You round the bed to avoid crawling over him, settling against the pillows beside your boyfriend with your shoulder touching his. A support, if he needs it. 

“What’s the incense for?” he asks. 

“It’s lavender. It’s also good for pain, but I thought it might help you sleep as well.” 

Remus nods again. He turns to you, his eyes some mixture of distressed and resigned. “Why are you doing all of this?” he asks. “Why did you come home?” 

“Remus,” you say gently, “we don’t have to talk about anything you don’t want to.” 

His brows hook in the middle, a small crumbling. “But you know already.” 

You cradle his face in your hand. Your voice is soft. “Yeah.” 

You pull Remus towards your chest when he starts weeping. He dampens your shirt while you comb your fingers through the hair at his nape, saying nothing. Steam wafts up from his tea until it doesn’t, but that’s okay; you’ll make him another cup when he’s ready. 

James and Sirius are surprised to find you when they come home. 

“Angel—” 

“Shh.” You cover one of Remus’ ears with your hand, his head in your lap. “He’s hardly slept all day.” 

James lowers his voice, setting his bag down on the floor. “When did you get here?” 

“This morning.” 

“But you were supposed to be away until tomorrow afternoon.” Sirius climbs up onto the bed. His expression goes tender as he looks down upon Remus’ sleeping face, and the kiss he presses to your lips is gentle.

You card your hand through Remus’ hair. “I didn’t want to be away from him,” you admit softly. “I understand why you want to do things without me on the night it happens, but I’d like to help before and afterwards at least.” 

Sirius’ brow pinches, his eyes narrowing cautiously. 

“When what happens?” James asks you. 

You speak softly, not wanting the words to potentially agitate Remus in his sleep. “The transformation.” 

There’s a thick pause. 

“Who told you?” Sirius asks. 

“No one had to tell me.” 

There’s a quiet chuckle from the end of the bed. James kicks his shoes off, crawling up the covers to meet you. “I told you she knew.” He gives you a kiss, soft and syrupy sweet. “Thanks for looking after him for us, sweetheart.” 

Remus grunts, coming awake. “James,” he groans. “Your knee is on my leg.” 

“Oh. Sorry, love.” James moves, then bends down to give Remus a kiss of his own. “Did our angel take good care of you today?” 

“Better than this.” 

“That’s the moon talking,” Sirius says flippantly, though the hand he uses to rub Remus’ shoulder is exceedingly gentle. “That’s something you’ll learn as we go along, gorgeous. He loves us, really.” 

You feel your brows pinch. “I thought he was as nice as always today.” 

“Wonder why,” Remus mutters, but the look he gives Sirius is teasing. 

James gives Remus another kiss, standing. “I’ll get you some of your soup.” 

“Oh, I…” You give him a sheepish look. “I washed that down the sink. It got left out, the meat was bad. There’s tea on the stove that should help him heal faster, though, if you want to get some of that.” 

James and Sirius stare at you. 

“Seems like we should’ve brought you in on this a lot sooner,” Sirius says after a moment. 

You shrug. Remus mumbles something that sounds like agreement.

[rafey-baby]

sweet treat 5

shy!reader really wants to tell construction worker!rafe how she feels but what if he doesn’t feel the same?  

cw: the L-word, mostly fluff, reader being an overthinker and getting a little jealous, pda

wc: 2.3k 

hi! this is the last part of sweet treat (might write some extras but I make no promises) and just wanted to say how much I appreciate everyone who reads my stuff. the first part was my first proper piece of writing I posted on this account and I was overjoyed by the warm welcome and all the kind comments, asks & reblogs (nothing goes unnoticed by me!) so thank you so so much for being so lovely <33  

hope you enjoy xx 

part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4

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It’s been exactly two weeks since she came to terms with the fact that she’s in love with him. She hasn’t been able to sleep all that well and has tried her very best to avoid Rafe, albeit fruitlessly since he insists on driving her home from work every day and on top of that, he often invites himself over to her house or asks for her to stay the night at his; not accepting her excuses about being tired and having to wake up early.   

“Why don’t we just…be tired and wake up early together, then?” His grin is playful when he argues with her reasoning. And how is she meant to refuse that?  

And if all that wasn’t already suffocating her, of course he’s now helping with the renovation of the cafe since her boss wanted to expand the business; make the small coffee shop into a bigger one in hopes of more space for new tables and seats because the amount of clients they got was beginning to be too much for everyone to comfortably enjoy their stay. 

Therefore, she now has to practically work in the same building as him every single day because the renovation work isn’t disturbing the current cafe from running nor decreasing the number of customers with a sweet tooth or a craving for their usual morning coffee from strutting in.   

This wouldn’t be a problem, if Rafe wasn’t walking around all sweaty and dusty, biceps bulging whenever he’d lift wooden planks over his shoulder or carry around different equipment; looking as attractive as ever.  

And with these newfound lovey-dovey feelings trying to break through the surface, she doesn’t know how she’s supposed to stop herself from ogling him or keep her rapid heartbeats to herself whenever he wanders over to chat with her on his breaks.

She tries to act as normal as she can, but she can tell that he’s picking up on her excessive rambling and stuttering, flushed cheeks and anxious fingers fixing her hair every two seconds whenever he’s talking to her.  

She’s certain he can see right through her, knows that she’s hiding something. She can practically see how he wants to bring it up more often than not but seemingly hasn’t found the right way to approach the subject yet and she can sense that she’s running out of time; can’t tolerate lying to him for much longer.   

She’s been thinking this whole thing through over and over, to the point of her head hurting as she bakes Rafe’s favorite lemon raspberry cookies as a distraction and because he’s been working so hard and she wants to surprise him; see the soft smile that makes the whole world glitter whenever he graces her with it.  

She wants to tell him, wants him to know how deeply she feels for him, how much she appreciates him but every time she tries to open her mouth, the words seem to evaporate before they’ve even begun to sprout on her nervous tongue.   

What if he doesn’t feel the same way? What if this is all just a casual thing for him and she’s making it into something more than it is? These bleak thoughts turn her mood sour; a pout forming on her lips as she concentrates on topping the flamingo pink icing covering their most popular vanilla cupcakes with fresh blueberries.   

As she’s taking out Rafe’s cookies out the oven, she comes to the conclusion that she has two options; she either tells him she’s in love with him or she doesn’t. If she tells him, there’s a very high possibility of him looking at her with a crease between his brows and words about not wanting for this to be anything serious hitting her against the face.  

And if she doesn’t tell him, then…well she doesn’t really have anything to lose, does she? Except maybe the what ifs haunting her for the rest of eternity.   

She tries to get rid of these tormenting thoughts with a shake of her head as she sets the cookies off to cool down and begins to place the finished cupcakes onto the display counter, trying her hardest to forget about it all.  

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Later that day when Rafe is contently munching on the cookies she plated for him and happily distracting her from work, someone approaches the counter; a girl with glossy lips and shiny hair.   

“Hi, could I get a mango matcha latte, please?” Her eyes are as green as grass as she places her order.  

“Of course, would you like it with ice or no ice?”   

“With ice, please,” she answers in a friendly manner.   

“Coming right up,” she gives the girl a polite smile when her payment goes through.   

“You’re working on the renovation?” The girl’s attention then turns towards Rafe, making Y/N’s gaze flicker over to them as she puts blended mango into the bottom of a tall glass.  

“Yeah, the cafe’s gon’ be twice as big as it’s now,” his gravelly voice drawls, putting the half-eaten baked good down.   

“That’s so cool, I’ve always wondered how construction workers are so strong. Do you go to the gym a lot?” A saccharine voice reaches Y/N’s ears, making her brows furrow as she’s measuring the right amount of matcha powder and trying to appear nonchalant.   

“Uh, yeah, yeah. Also think my workdays sometimes count as workouts,” he scratches the back of his head as she lets out a giggle. It wasn’t that funny, Y/N thinks with a roll of her eyes.   

“Hey, I was actually wondering if maybe you’d wanna hang out sometime? Could give you my number?”   

Something muddy swirls in her stomach at the girl’s straightforward question. She doesn’t appreciate the fact that she’s blatantly hitting on Rafe right in front of her. Even if she’s well aware that they’re not together and the girl probably assumed they were just friends, which they are.  

However, she can’t prevent herself from turning grumpy from the mere notion of him being interested in someone else. After all, the girl is stunning and she wouldn’t really blame him if he wanted to at least consider her offer.  

“Nah, I’m actually not available right now,” he offers an apologetic smile when the girl’s shoulders slump.   

“No? That’s a shame. Well, let me know when that changes?” She gives him a flirty smile that makes Y/N quietly scoff as she pours the milk into the mix.  

“It’s not changing anytime soon,” she mutters under her breath, making both of them turn their heads towards her.   

“Sorry?” The girl asks, muted jade settling on her suddenly tense form. Fuck, did she really say that out loud?  

“Oh, um— just that…here’s your drink,” she peeps out, feeling Rafe’s eyes burning into the side of her face as she sticks a paper straw into the beverage; the ice cubes clinking together when she hands it out to her.   

“Right, thanks,” she says looking over to Rafe once more, seemingly expecting him to give her an answer of his own.  

“Uh…yeah, what she said. Not changing anytime soon,” his grin is wide, making the girl’s cheeks flush as she hurriedly leaves.  

And when it’s just the two of them again, she flits her eyes down, busying herself with a wooden container of tea bags she’s trying to organize, not wanting to face him.  

“What was, uh…what was that about?” His tone is teasing, an annoying smirk playing along his features.  

“Nothing,” she quickly dismisses, avoiding his gaze.  

“Nothing? You’re telling me you weren’t just really fucking jealous two seconds ago?”  

“N—no,” she can’t even convince herself with the pitiful denial.  

“Don’t worry, I’m all yours, alright?” He chuckles as he stuffs the rest of the cookie down his maw.  

“How did you know I was craving these, by the way?” He asks around the mouthful as she tries to brush aside the sudden tingle in her ribcage and the blush dusting over her cheeks.   

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A few days later when her shift is coming to an end, her other coworker already beginning to take orders and telling her she’s free to go, she drags Rafe behind the counter and practically forces him to taste test a new recipe she’s tried out; a walnut carrot cake with lime buttercream. 

“Wow, this is…amazing. The lime gives this fresh sourness to the frosting, it’s so good,” his voice is muffled by his chewing and her heart warms in response to his detailed commentary, never one to shy away from showering her in compliments.  

“You think so? I actually added the lime just cause I know how much you like citrus fruits so, I’m really glad you like it,” she beams up at him.  

“Yeah? Made this just for me, huh? Can I ask why I’m getting this special treatment all of a sudden?” His tone is playful, tongue licking over his bottom lip to clean up the bit of icing lingering there.   

“Well, cause I love you and—” she blurts out and then her entire body tenses; mouth hanging open in shock and wide eyes slowly moving to look at him, trying to verify whether he heard it or not. Of course he did. She wasn’t exactly quiet now, was she?   

“You…you love me?” His brows raise in surprise.  

“Uh…I— I didn’t mean to…I mean, you probably don’t feel the same so doesn’t really matter. Just— um...just forget I said that. I don’t know why I—”   

“What are you talking about? You think I spend most of my time with you cause I…what? Dislike you? You can be so silly sometimes, you know?” He scoffs, setting the golden fork down on the porcelain plate.  

She stays silent. 

“What I’m saying is that I’m obsessed with you. I mean, you’re even in my fucking dreams, right? But listen, love has always been a little…tricky for me to grasp onto cause my relationship with my family has always been…complicated? But if me wanting to spend every second of my day with you means I love you too then, shit, maybe I do. But I need some time before I can really say that shit, you get that?” His words are honest and raw and she thinks her rattling heart is going to beat out of her chest.  

“Oh. I— um…yeah, of course. Take all the time you need,” she finally manages out.  

“Hey, c’mere,” he says before he’s practically dragging her dumbfounded form into his embrace; beefy arms pushing her flush against his chest with a steadying grip on her waist.   

“I mean, we’re basically already dating at this point, no? Wasn’t sure how to make it official without freaking you out but since you love me, I think you’re all good, yeah?” 

She croons something incoherent in response.  

“So, wanna be my little girlfriend or what?” He asks into her hair.  

“I— of course I do,” she mumbles against his shirt.   

“Yeah?”   

“Mhm,” She hums before he tucks an index finger under her chin and raises her face to look up at him; thumb toying with her bottom lip before he’s leaning down and smearing a sloppy kiss against her mouth.   

“Shit, you’re so cute. Just wanna swallow you whole sometimes,” he murmurs with a soft smile tugging at his lips and blue hydrangeas twinkling with something syrupy in them.   

“I love you,” she mumbles, almost inaudible; words still too tender to consciously say out loud.   

“Say it again,” he practically demands.  

“Um…I love you,” her voice is nearly a whisper.  

“What was that? Think you can say it a little louder?” He teases.   

“Rafe, stop…you’re embarrassing me,” she whines, cheeks coloring over with a strawberry hue.   

“No, I’m not. Just wanna hear you say it,” his smirk is all big and smug and it makes her huff.  

“ILOVEYOU, okay?” The words mesh together like fluffy clouds in the sky and her volume is louder than he’s probably ever heard it, a couple of curious heads turn to look at them, the lively chatter around them quieting down some.   

“Yeah? You guys heard that? She loves me!” He’s nearly shouting, looking around with a stupid grin on his face, making her flush and hide behind her hands as a few customers cheerfully titter in entertainment.  

“Congrats, dude!” Someone even yells.   

“Oh my god, Rafe. Why would you do that?” Her mortified eyes widen as she crouches down; trying to find shelter from behind the pale-yellow counter. “I’m never leaving my house again,” she complains with a glare.   

He doesn’t seem to be all that bothered by the whole thing, simply chuckling with dimples denting his cheeks; the light-hearted sound making her stomach flutter despite the humiliation crawling up her spine and making her want to vanish into the cracks on the floorboards.   

“Of course you are. I’m your boyfriend now which means I’m taking you out on a date tomorrow, yeah?” He lifts her up with a grip on her waist, pulling her flush against him as his devious fingertips slip underneath the hem of her shirt, smoothing over her bare stomach and making her let out a squeak.  

Then he’s grasping her jaw in one hand and pressing his mouth on hers once again; her protests withering away like a dead rose when he slips his tongue past her lips, dragging out an involuntary whimper from her.   

She pulls away, hiding her face in his chest when she can feel multiple pairs of eyes staring at them.  

“Rafe, can we just go already?” She pleads with her voice small before he’s guiding her out of the coffee shop with a big palm resting on her back, calming her down some.   

And despite the little scene he just caused, she thinks she might just be the happiest girl on the island as he helps her climb into his truck with a honeyed kiss warming the apple of her cheek. 

[penkura]

PENKURAAAAA

I love your writing, especially for Law and Zoro. I'm also a sucker for the parent fics you do. What if reader and Law/Zoris kids were to surprise reader on their birthday? What would they do? How would they do it? Maybe reader thinks everyone forgot their birthday but the crew is actually just in on the surprise? Thanks for reading friend, I would love to see what you think ^^♡

HIII THANK YOUUUU I'm so glad you like the parent fics, they're some of favorite to write. 😊

I didn't think I'd finish this in time to post on my birthday but I did!! I wasn't sure where to go at first so I just started typing and this is what I've got!! I'm pretty happy with it myself, so I hope you like it too!! 😄

Law

Law has never forgotten a birthday or anniversary ever since you first got together. His ability to remember every date leaves you impresses every time, especially after your son and daughter were born, he kept every important date in the front of his mind so her never forgot. He intended to celebrate every important, special day so you and your kids knew how much he loved you. You make sure to do the same for Law, even if he’d rather you not celebrate his birthday, the grins he gets from your children every year make it worth remembering the day.

That’s why it’s very strange to wake up on your birthday without Law in your bed with you, or even your son Rosinante yelling ‘happy birthday’ to wake you. Your daughter Cora is still learning to talk, but even she would already be in your bed and giggling to help get you up for the day. It’s odd, you’re not sure what to think as you start getting ready for the day, still no sign of your family or the other Heart Pirates around. Once you leave your room, it’s oddly quiet but you pass by a few of your crewmates on your way to Law’s office, expecting him to be there at least. None of them say anything about your birthday, Bepo and Ikkaku seem a little antsy when you greet them, though you don’t think anything of it, even when they try to guide you to the kitchen instead.

You don’t go with them, saying you’d like to see your family first, opening the door to Law’s office and being surprised at what you see. Law at his desk is normal, even with your daughter sitting in his lap, but what’s different is the amount of streamers across the walls and floor, wrapping paper pieces mixed in, your children busy scribbling away on paper likely making cards for you.

It's so early you can’t believe the two are awake, especially seeing how Law appears to he asleep, his hat over this face and leaning back in his chair, but still holding little Cora so she can sit up and continue coloring.

Of course he wouldn’t forget, he was probably trying to surprise you, keeping things a secret and bringing your children to his office so you could sleep in while he got things together. That would also explain why most of your crewmates seemed anxious around you, they didn’t want you to figure it out too soon.

“Mama!”

When Rosi sees you, he’s torn between excited and upset, you weren’t supposed to see anything yet and the five-year-old was doing his best to keep everything secret after Law brought up your birthday and making cards for you. He pouts a little, but still jumps up to hug you, which you return.

“You weren’t s’pposed to see yet…”

Quietly laughing, to not wake Law even though Cora is starting to whine when she sees you, you hug Rosi a bit tighter before kissing the top of his head.

“You’re so sweet! I’m sorry I saw everything, sweetie!”

Rosi whines this time, telling you that you’re hugging him too tight, before you let him go and move to pick up Cora, who squeals when you do so and kiss her cheeks. Law doesn’t even wake at that, you wonder if he actually slept last night or not.

“You’re all so wonderful, I’m so blessed to have you guys.”

Rosi makes you promise not to tell anyone that you know, and you’re still surprised later that day at how big the party is. Law tells you later that your son thought it up, he just helped put it all together with the rest of your crew. No one finds out that you knew, Rosi keeps it a secret too and even when your daughter nearly drops her piece of cake on your shirt, it’s still the best birthday you’ve had in a while.

Zoro

While Zoro isn’t the best at remembering dates, your birthday is one he never forgets, no matter how long you’ve been together or how many other important days come and go. You know your captain and crew well enough that anything worth celebrating gets a huge party, birthdays are no exception, especially so after your daughter’s birth a few years ago. Every first for little Kuina was celebrated as only the Straw Hats could, food and drinks galore, even though she’d be confused by what was happening.

When she’s four-years-old and your birthday comes around again, Kuina is adamant on you having a big surprise party, even when Zoro tells her you aren’t the biggest fan of surprises (your unexpected pregnancy with her being an exception). She’ll pout and fuss until Zoro finally agrees, enlisting Nami and Sanji to get everything planned but not tell him the details. He trusts them to get everything planned, Kuina being their biggest help, but Zoro doesn’t want to know anything, so he doesn’t potentially spoil you on the surprise.

Kuina is better at keeping the secret than anyone else. If you ask her what she’s doing, when she grabs all her paper and coloring supplies, she just tell you she’s going to make a map with aunt Nami. That’s not unusual so you don’t question it, she does bring you her own map later that day anyway.

When your birthday finally comes around, neither Zoro nor Kuina says anything, they aren’t even around when you wake up that morning. Not uncommon though, everyone normally lets you sleep in on your birthday, but usually Zoro is there and Kuina comes running in after a few minutes to wake you both.

Once you’ve dressed and gotten ready for the day, you head for the kitchen, but you’re confused when no one you pass says anything to you apart from a good morning. Usopp just grins and says it, Franky does the same. Luffy is barely audible as he runs off to wherever, dragging Jinbei along with him. It really makes you wonder if they’ve all forgotten what today is. You don’t see anyone else until you get to the kitchen, only to have streamers from party poppers hit you in the face, hearing Kuina say ‘oops’.

“You weren’t supposed to do it in her face, Kuina!”

“Sorry, daddy!” Kuina gives you an apologetic look before she smiles, “Sorry, mommy! Happy birthday!!”

Once you’re able to see the kitchen better, there’s streamers and balloons round the room, your favorite breakfast all made and ready, a cake in the middle of the table, and every member of your crew there, you figure Luffy and Jinbei had slipped in behind you. They all give you their birthday wishes, and it nearly makes you cry which makes Zoro smirk at you.

“Now don’t cry about it. It was all your daughter’s idea.”

“Shut up, Zoro.” You may be near tears but the smile you have tells everyone you’re happy, as Kuina comes out and hugs you with a pout.

“Mommy, don’t cry! I made you a picture!!”

It’s childish work of course, she’s only four, but it’s still an adorable picture she’s drawn of the two of you, making you hug her back and lift her off the ground.

“Thank you so much, Kuina. I love it!”

You never question if any of them have forgotten your birthday again, expecting it to be due to Kuina having her own little plans for your special day. You’ll have to do the same for her next year now.

[animeyanderelover]

@lucyrose9820 asked: Richter with a pregnant s/o?

Tw: Yandere themes, toxic relationship, possessive behavior, obsession, clinginess, paranoia, delusional thoughts, overprotective behavior, manipulation, Stockholm syndrome, abduction, isolation, pregnancy, mentions of non-con, mentions of dub-con, lactation kink, birth, afab s/o

Pregnant s/o

🟩​He has never wanted children of his own. His plans have always revolved around overthrowing his brother as his inferiority complex has never allowed anything else to take over his mind. Anything else has always been deemed a nuisance. Then he met you though. And something...just changed. A feeling blossomed inside his chest, like a flower with its roots deep embedded inside his heart. Trying to pluck this feeling out of himself fills him with unexplainable pain as those emotions become a part of him that will never decay for as long as his heart exists. Richter feels like he can breathe again for the first time in an eternity as your very presence becomes a necessity. For the first time winning against his brother fades away from his mind as instead thoughts of you spread inside his mind like venom. If he isn't around you, he feels like he can't breathe as anxiety and paranoia threaten to suffocate, to crush him. Richter takes you for himself, claims you for himself. You are someone who only belongs to him.

🟩​Yet nothing seems to be enough to ever give him the necessary reassurance. No matter how many times he consumes your blood, marks you and claims your body for himself, his paranoia remains. A purulent infection deeply hidden in his very being that will never heal torments him. It's this paranoia that leads to his sporadic meltdown and it is this very fear that pushes him into ultimately breaking your own mind to make you just as dependent on him as he is on you. Both of you feed each other with sickenly sweet poison, a mutual addiction for each other. And Richter wouldn't have it any other way. He holds your heart tightly clasped in his palms and wouldn't give it away for anything in the world. He wants to keep you for himself only, would murder anyone who would try to rip you away from him or who would receive even the slightest bit of affection from you. Everything about you belongs solely to him.

🟩​Sometimes this brooding hatred against everyone who would ever steal you from him changes slightly though. When his paranoia tears him apart, leaves him shattered and you are left to pick up the broken pieces as Richter forces himself on you to take you, claim you, remind himself that you only belong to him. In such moments where his mind has been destroyed, he fears that everything still isn't enough. That he needs something else that would forever mark you as his. It's then that images of his brother impregnating his wives appears in his mind and his thoughts are overflowing. Would that be enough to mark you as his lover and possession for eternity? If he would force your body into growing something that belongs to him and you? A short desire, a silent need that wins over him during such intimate moments that dies down only to be ignited during his next meltdown. Until his seed eventually takes.

🟩​He senses it long before you have any idea yet Richter is unable to fully realize what has happened. He just knows that something is different about you from usual and it worries him. It tortures him, sensing that something has changed within you without knowing what it is. It isn't until he starts hearing the second gentle heartbeat from deep within your womb that he finally understands what is going on. He doesn't know how to react as he stares at your stomach, his thoughts frozen and his expression unreadable as he listens to the strange melody of the second life inside of you. It isn't until your own gentle and slightly trembling voice pulls him back into reality, his heart threatening to burst as he locks eyes with your own confused and anxious ones, the still beating heart of the baby confusing him. He ignores your question of what is wrong as he embraces you but you know that something isn't right when you feel his body ever so slightly trembling. He seems to search for comfort and an answer in your touch. It isn't after he has taken a few moments before he finally tells you what is going in inside of you.

🟩​Your broken mind feels joy when receiving the news that you're pregnant with his child but your happiness is dulled when you take notice of his own conflicted expression. He doesn't know how to feel although your joy does elicit something out of him. What is it? Relief. Relief that you don't reject or loathe what he has put inside of you? You are more careful around him for a while as his own uncertainness about your pregnancy throws you into a loop of anxiety and stress. Richter notices quickly your fear and your attempts to distance yourself a bit from him. It doesn't end well, both of you too unhealthily attached to each other to stray away from the other like this. Instead he tries to hide his own feelings regarding your pregnancy to prevent you from acting skittish around him. The constant heartbeat of his child always reminds him that he can't just ignore it forever. It haunts him for the first few weeks as he senses it growing inside of you each and every day.

🟩​Richter doesn't mention the pregnancy for a while even if he hears the evidence of it all the time and sees the symptoms. Your smell changes, your nausea causes you to throw up, your taste changes and you are more sensitive to certain scents around you yet the vampire never seems to want to talk with you about it. As if trying to avoid or even deny it. When the child starts rounding out your middle slowly but surely and your body changes to accomodate and carry it though, he can no longer ignore it. Sadness shoots through your heart like an arrow every time you feel his hands on your body, feeling your skin and your warmth only to flinch away when accidentally brushing over the noticable swell on your belly. His hesitance breaks you, forces tears to drop down your eyelids which in return shatter his own heart. Knowing that he is the cause of your sorrow tears him apart and he promises you multiple times that he'll try to love the baby. Your trust in him has crumbled though and he senses that. It only serves to break him more.

🟩​Tentative hands are one night carefully on your stomach whilst you're asleep, tired from the pregnancy and emotionally drained because of Richter. It's easier to feel your stomach now without sensing your disappointment and sadness that would only rip him apart even more. Enhanced senses hear the heartbeat which has grown stronger over the last few weeks whilst his hands feel the physical proof that the baby is steadily growing underneath your warm and firm baby bump. Red eyes gaze over your sleeping form, deep in thoughts until something pokes against his palm, catching him off-guard and throwing him out of his thoughts. His gaze darts to your stomach as he feels his own cold heart tingling as it fills him with a warm and buzzing sensation. He holds his breath, waiting for another movement only to feel the sensation of slight pressure against his hand again. His eyes grow damp as he feels the baby, his baby, moving gently around inside of you.

🟩​You wake up the next morning to Richter laying behind you, arms wrapped around you with his hands resting on your growing bump, waiting for the occasional fluttering movement. You start crying softly because you're so relieved that he seems to finally grow fond of the idea of the baby and also because you're so incredibly happy to feel the first movements of your baby inside of you. He hears your silent sobs and comforts you, hushes you, tells you that everything will be fine now. You believe him this time. You grow insanely clingy now that you know that Richter wants the child too. Your pregnancy hormones drive your need for closeness and affection from him through the roof. Richter isn't doing any better. With his acceptance and growing love for the baby, he has come to realize that he has now two people to look out for. He sees your pregnancy with new eyes, adores the precious baby bump and needs you as close to him as possible. You're barely allowed to leave his side, unless you maybe have to go to the toilet.

🟩​He starts preparing for the arrival of the baby in only a few months. He builds a nursery for his baby in the room right next to your bedroom and constantly asks for your approval, anxious that he isn't doing something right or that it isn't enough. The nursery is finished quickly yet despite that he's still unable to shake off his paranoia that has seemingly extended to his growing baby now. Eventually he cracks under this new additional paranoia for his baby and builds a crib in the bedroom too just to be on the safe side. You don't mind it, in fact you support him building a second crib so both of you can have your child even closer to you if both of you are feeling anxious about its health. He starts picking different names, all of them with origins from Europe and most of them being old German names. Richter encounters some struggles whilst picking a good name though, considering the meaning of them and always questioning himself if that meaning is enough to convey what that child means to you and him.

🟩​Richter is still hit with his sudden anxious and paranoid phases though but learns to hold himself better back, aware that with your evergrowing belly, he can't allow himself to harm you and the baby in any way. He tries to notice the dwelling anxiety before it breaks out of him, asks with a shaking grasp on you for help before it bursts out of him. You try to help him as good as you can, coddling him and putting his head on your belly to listen closely to the baby and feel its movements, in the worst case allowing him to drink some blood from you to calm him down although he tries to refrain from doing so in favor of the baby being healthy inside of you. By accident you figure out that the milk from your breasts has a similar calming effect on him. Sharp teeth always brush against your sore nipples when both of you indulge in each others desire from that day on, suckling gently to taste some of your sweet milk. He's especially careful to not make you uncomfortable or hurt you because of your delicate condition, his heart swelling with warmth when he can admire you like this.

🟩​Whatever wish you have, he fulfills you. He just wants you and his child to be happy and healthy and as long as you allow him to stay as close to you as he desires, he doesn't care that he's basically acting like a slave, your slave. He tries to predict when the baby will most likely be born and the bigger your stomach grows, the more anxious and nervous does he feel. His clinginess and overprotective antics peak during your final weeks when he doesn't really allow you to do anything anymore and not even a book are you allowed to carry because he's worried you might drop it on your stomach or cut yourself on the paper. When his calculated due date comes and goes, he seems to become a bit anxious, wondering why the child hasn't arrived yet. You have to calm him down and reassure him that babies tend to be a bit overdue. A part of him is still clinging to the fact that he couldn't even predict the birth of his own child but he tries to take your words to heart, the healthy heartbeat of his child reassuring him that nothing is wrong.

🟩​Your labour starts a few days later. You're unsure if the light squeezing in your stomach are just Braxton Hicks or early labour. Richter picks up the signs of your body that it's ready to give birth to the child though and starts preparing anything. He appears to be more nervous than you during the early stages, his attempts to comfort you ending in you soothing him, seeing his anxiety. He has to check multiple times that the baby is in the right position out of fear that it might decide to flip around in the last moment and give you a hard time giving birth. Whilst he is also feeling a bit excited of the aspect of finally seeing his child, his mind won't give him a rest as he can't help but fear the worst. He doesn't want to lose you nor the child he has just recently started treasuring. Hours pass by as your contractions appear in closer intervals and the pain starts getting to you until your water breaks. The final sign that your child will soon arrive in the world.

🟩​He knows that this is a normal process in order to give birth but the sheer helplessness besides clutching your hand in his own and trying to encourage you through your suffering and pain is the worst feeling he has experienced as you give birth to his child. Hours stretch to eternity as he's forced to mentally endure seeing your struggles and tears and hearing your occasional screams. For a while he feels like he's living in a nightmare, his sanity threatening to snap again only for his child to finally arrive. It's a little boy with a damp tuft of his dark green hair on his head, his cries reverberating through the room as Richter lifts him up, cuts his umbilical cord and wipes him with trembling hands clean. His eyes quickly grow damp the longer he gazes at his son and when he lays him down on your chest, he's shedding a few tears. He realizes something as he looks at you and his newborn son. That he has no desire anymore to steal what his brother owns. He only wants and needs you and your child in his life.

[lyingindecay]

I really loved your Thaddeus fic lol :))

So I was wondering if you could write another with this prompt.

“i bought a few pieces of lingerie. want me to model for you?”

Gnaws at the bars of my enclosure.

Love

[Thaddeus x AFAB! Reader]

Summary: You get some lingerie from the dodgiest place, but it's okay because it's cute. You just have to show your boyfriend. Warnings: 18+ minors dni!, thigh riding, pet names, established relationship, first 'i love you's Word Count: 1.7k A/N: No pronouns used, but it is written wtih AFAB reader in mind. i love Thaddeus!!! this was supposed to be like 500 words since it's a prompt request, but this is a whole ass oneshot lmao i love writing thaddeus cause he's so failboy and sweet! hope you like this, thanks for the req!

You are sneaking through a mall when it catches your attention. Lace and shiny silk. The horrible lighting of the mall does not help at all, but it’s still alluring. You pause to stare at the articles of clothing.

The one you want is red, a sultry red. Some dust spots, but still very beautiful. You snatch it up from the broken display and shake it out. You can’t help but wonder where it came from. It doesn’t look worn, just dirty from the world around it.

You hold it up and notice it’s a pair of lace underwear. Your smile widens. You look back down and find the bra just a few feet away. You bend down to pick it up and hear a gun click behind you. You freeze.

“What are you doing in my store?”

You groan. “Um,” Your hands, still holding the underwear, go up, “just looking around.”

“Thief!” The woman behind you shouts. You slowly turn and shake your head. “Yes, you’re trying to take my product!”

“Ma’am,” You think being polite will help. “I was unaware this was your shop! These clothes… they were laid out. Look,” You stare back at the bra on the ground. “I will pay you however many caps you want. I need this set…”

Her brow cocks. She drops her gun slightly. “Okay. One hundred caps.”

You purse your lips. “Fifty.”

“Seventy-five.” She deadpans. “Take that or bullet in your fucking head.”

You roll your eyes. “Fine.” You huff and grab your pouch of caps. “Take this.” You throw the bag at her. “You obviously need it more than me.” You mumble under your breath. She doesn’t question what you said. You grab the bra from the floor, stuffing that and the underwear into your bag, and turn back to the woman.

“Whoa!” She’s looking at the caps in what used to be your pouch, “I hope whoever you’re wearing that for fucks you nasty tonight. With this much, feel free to grab that green silk pair as well.”

Your eyes almost pop out of your head. “Thanks?” Your face contorts, but you don’t question her. You grab the other pair.

“No, thank you!” She closes the pouch. “Now, get the fuck out of here.”

You do not hesitate to listen. You rush out of the mall and back towards your place. You only hope your boyfriend has not made it back to your home yet. One, because you need to surprise him with your new clothes, and two, because you did not want him to be anxious about you not being home.

You reach the settlement and someone, one of your neighbors, walks up to you. “Uh, hey,” his face drops, his eyes move towards the left of him, and his hand motions the same way. You follow his hand and see he’s pointing to your house. “Who the fuck is that man on your porch?”

Your eyes focus and you notice someone on your porch, facing the door. His forehead is against it, his arms are by his sides. Your palm hits your forehead, and you sigh.

“He says he knows you… But won’t elaborate.”

“Yeah,” You nod. “I know him. That’s my boyfriend. I’m gonna go check on him.” You smile at your thoughtful neighbor and walk past him. “Thaddeus?” You know it’s him, but it comes out as a question. He turns around, lighting up. His forehead is red from leaning on your door. “Baby, what are you doing?”

He freezes in his tracks when you say ‘baby’. His brain seems to short circuit. His eyes widen and he smiles. A goofy smile.

“Did you just-” Thaddeus blinks a couple times. “You called me baby.”

“Well,” You walk up the steps and reach Thaddeus, “you are my boyfriend, so that seems-” Thaddeus’ color drains from his face. It’s your turn to freeze. “You are my boyfriend, aren’t you?”

He can read your panic. “I am! I’m your boyfriend!” He grabs your shoulders and pulls you into a hug. “I’m your boyfriend…” He seems to be reassuring himself. He pulls away and you give him a look of confusion.

“Um, Thaddeus, you alright, bud?” You cock a brow at him.

“Can you call me baby again?” He gives you a soft smile.

“Sweetheart,” You grab his shoulder, and your expression softens, “let’s go inside.” Thaddeus nods. You walk past him and open the door of your house. “I was out, uh, looking at some stuff.” You place your bag down and turn to Thaddeus. He nods, wanting you to continue. “I bought some… I bought a few pieces of lingerie. Want me to model them for you?”

You watch Thaddeus shift awkwardly. “Lingerie?” He seems flabbergasted. You nod at him. “You want to model it for me? Like, put it on and show me- show me what it looks like on you?”

You let out a soft laugh. “Yes, silly.”

Thaddeus nods violently. “Okay! You wanna do it now?”

You nod and turn, walking towards your room. You wave for him to follow you and he does, happily. You motion towards your bed, “Sit down, please!” As soon as he does you walk back out of your room, “I’ll be right back. Close your eyes!”

You peek over your shoulder and see if he’s following orders. He is. He always is. You grab your bag and carry it to the bathroom with you. You strip down and grab out the red lace pair first. You put them on and stare at yourself in the mirror. You suck in air and smile.

“You coming out soon?” Thaddeus sounds excited and impatient.

You open the bathroom door and walk towards your room. You lean against the door frame and clear your throat. “You can open your eyes.”

He doesn’t hesitate. Not in the slightest. His eyes hit you, they’re going up and down your body. He doesn’t know where to settle. His hands rub up and down his thighs and he swallows hard. You bite the inside of your lip and raise your brows at him. “Do you like it?”

Thaddeus nods, unsure of what to say. “Can I-” He stops. “I want to touch you.”

“Oh,” You stand up straight and saunter towards Thaddeus. His legs spread slightly, and he gently pats his thigh. You sit down, straddling his thigh and you wrap your arms around his neck. “Y’know what’d be really hot?” You raise a brow at him. He hums, the only sound he can form as he stares at your chest. “Me getting off on your thigh.”

His eyes cut up from your breasts to your face. “Oh?” He is thinking about it. “That would be really hot.” You nod slowly in agreement, your heels planting on the wood floor. You grab a hold of Thaddeus’ shoulders to steady yourself and your boyfriend watches you. You begin to grind on his thigh, slow and steady.

Thaddeus’ hands move to your hips, and he holds you. His eyes watch you closely; how your tits bounce, how focused you look. You are absolutely divine, before him like a feast. And you are all his. You lean forward and begin to kiss him. Thaddeus doesn’t hesitate to kiss back. His hands grip your hips tighter as you roll into his thigh, and you moan.

Thaddeus’ tongue darts into your mouth. You continue to rock on his thigh as Thaddeus’ tongue explores your mouth. You let out a low whine and your nails dig into his shirt, scratching at his back. Thaddeus’ mouth moves from yours and to your jaw. He places sloppy kisses down your throat.

“Thaddeus-” You mewl. “Baby,” that catches his attention. He pulls away and looks at you. Your head is rolled back and your eyes are shut. “Help me out here. I’m so close!”

He pauses. His hands bare down on your hips as you grind into his thigh. Thaddeus raises his heel, resting on his tiptoes before bringing his foot back down. You let out a strangled noise and lean into him, your chest against his. “Again! Please, do that again!”

Thaddeus is obedient, and he does as he’s told. The friction from the fabric and his thigh has you slowly unraveling. A heat is building up and your body grows tense. You push yourself up on your tiptoes, getting a better angle on his thigh and place your forehead against Thaddeus’ shoulder. You let out a soft, pleasure filled cry.

“Thaddeus!” You moan into his shoulder. “Fuck!” Your grinding picks up the pace. Your orgasm hits hard and you are tense against Thaddeus. You’re groaning and moaning against him, your movements coming to a halt. You say the first thing that comes to mind as you come down from that euphoric high. “I love you.” You whisper into his neck as you place a kiss against it.

Thaddeus tenses up. “What did you say?”

You smile against his neck, “I love you.” You say it with more confidence.

“You do?” Thaddeus seems to short circuit again. You laugh and pull away from him looking in his eyes. You nod at him. He gives you a smile. “I love you too!”

You place your forehead to his and bite the inside of your lip. “Y’know, I spent an awful lot of caps on this lingerie, and I still have another pair to show you-”

“How much did you spend?” Thaddeus’ brows knit together.

Your face drops. “Uh, enough for the vendor to tell me she hopes whoever I’m wearing it for fucks me nasty…”

Thaddeus swallows hard. “I can do that- Give you your caps worth.” He shifts, obviously hard. He palms his pants and you smirk at him.

“There’s no doubt in my mind. Do you want me to show you the other pair? Or-”

You do not get to finish. Thaddeus shakes his head ‘no’. “You can show me later, I’m about to lose my fucking mind. I need you.” You laugh, and as soon as you give the ‘okay’ Thaddeus is on you. You’re flipped onto the bed and he’s above you. “I wanna show you how much I love you.”

You know you aren’t leaving the house for the rest of the day.

[majesty-madness]

A Past Encounter - Bucky Barnes x reader (nsfw)

Summary: Being in a relationship with Bucky, Y/N prided herself on knowing him quite well but when she’s accidentally teleported back to 1940, Y/N discovers that there is a whole other Bucky that she has yet to meet. The sweet flirt that had everything going for him before his unfortunate capture by HYDRA.

Word Count: 2400+

Warnings: 40’s Bucky & Steve, flirty 40’s Bucky, small 40’s Steve, slight angst, sage advice from good ol' Steve, massaging, flustered Bucky, fluff

a/n: not proofread.

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Chapter Ten

Two weeks have passed since Bucky gave Y/N a copy of the key to the apartment and the majority of that time was spent outside of it. 

Y/N simply couldn’t stay in one place when she had the solution to returning home right in the palm of her hand. However, within those two weeks, she was beginning to understand a very important piece of information: how much she didn’t understand science. 

The general stuff like Newton’s laws and the process of which plants grow is called photosynthesis, but anything out of range of high school science was beginning to irritate her. 

Of course she hadn’t considered the possibility where she was utterly confused since she thought of herself as a decently gifted person; this little escapade made her reevaluate her actual intelligence. 

If only Tony were here, he could help me… Y/N mentally sighed, slumping her hand onto the table she sat at. 

Then she scoffed, If he was here I wouldn’t need to be doing this; he would have already fashioned up a device that time travels.

She sat up, staring at the notes piled around the table as well as the pencil abandoned a few inches from her hand. Her brain wasn’t reading any of the notes, simply staring at the combination of different subjected notes spread out around the surface. The lead of the pencil had somewhat smeared across a few of the pages while the pen she had also used remained bolded in its black ink. 

To be honest, she felt a little tired looking out over all the scribbles causing her eyes to narrow a bit. 

“Hey, Y/N.” 

Like a train wreck, that one familiar voice sent her into an unexpected panic. She whipped her head to meet Steve’s eyes as he looked down at her, standing a few feet away. 

She had to resist the urge to completely scatter her notes about because if she tried to hide them, that would only make Steve curious and she really didn’t need that. So instead of trying to cover up all the notes, Y/N opted to somewhat hide the ones sitting directly under her arms. 

“Oh hey, Steve! Wasn’t expecting you here today!” Y/N smiled, trying to reel in her nerves. 

Luckily, Steve was none the wiser to her internal panic. “What are you up to?”

Before he was done with his question, he was already reaching his thin hand out to pick up her notes scattered on the table. She watched his eyes inevitably scan across the page to read the words written on them.

She swallowed harshly. “Well I was just doing some research.”

“Research on what?” He asked, setting down one page of handwritten scribbles to the next. 

“Just a curiosity of different sciences.” Y/N waved her hand back and forth while an anxious smile made a home across her face. 

Steve hummed in response, blue eyes flicking up to glance at her before he continued reading. His eyes scanned over every word, not understanding all of it but becoming impressed all the same, and that was reflected in the way he would occasionally look up to Y/N with a smile. 

“So you can understand this kind of stuff?” He asked after a minute or two. 

Y/N resisted the urge to cringe at the question; the past two weeks have made it clear she only understood some of it. Nonetheless, she nodded. “Yeah, I mean most of it. Some topics take a bit of work to wrap my mind around it.”

“Still, that’s pretty incredible. You could use this for a job or something.” He praised with complete sincerity. 

“Oh I don’t know about that…” Y/N immediately rebutted. “And anyway, I don’t think there would be much point; I probably won’t be here that long.” 

As soon as the words left her mouth, she noticed Steve’s abrupt pause. He simply sat still, staring at a point in the table that Y/N could not see. For a second, she thought perhaps she had hurt his feelings. 

He took a breath, like he was carefully choosing his next words. “You know, just because you might not be here for very long, doesn’t mean you can’t live the life you want.” 

Y/N couldn’t help the furrow in her brow as she bit her lip, the remnants of a nervous laugh making its way up her throat. “I-I know, I guess I just….well, I’m afraid that if I let myself live my life here then I’ll forget how my life was, forget who I was.”

She couldn’t help the pang of despair hitting her heart once the words left her mouth. 

“I understand.” Steve sympathized, “...and I’m not saying you need to forget, in fact, don’t.”

Her gaze snapped up to meet his earnest expression. 

“Whatever has happened in your life up until now is what made you into who you are today. What’s important is to make room for other experiences to become more of yourself, and who knows? Maybe it’ll be a good thing.”

“Like meeting you and Bucky?” She said almost instinctively. 

Then Steve laughed, not the kind of teasing laugh but one fueled by the compassion of friendship. “I suppose you could say that. It’s been fun having you around.”

Y/N smiled. “It’s only been a few weeks.” 

He nodded, “It’s been a good few weeks.” 

They both then hummed in appreciation of each other, acknowledging that they’ve both had some sort of impact on one another’s lives even if not much time had passed since they met. Technically, Y/N met them a long time from the current time, however this was a different Steve than she was used to and on some level, it was like they truly only met a few weeks ago. 

Steve tapped on the table a few times, then stood up from the chair. “It’s getting a little late in the afternoon, want to pick something to make for dinner? Unless you’re still trying to study.”

Y/N followed suit, and stood up. “No, that’s alright. I was starting to get a little stir crazy anyway.” 

“Well alright then.” Steve beamed, then gestured for Y/N to walk ahead of him. 

She swiftly gathered up all her research notes, stuffing them inside a notebook before walking off in the direction of the front door of the library. 

They both stepped outside at the same time, and headed off to the nearest supermarket, taking joy in each other’s company. 

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It had been around 5:30pm by the time Bucky got home from work. Per usual, he felt the soreness of working in a mechanic’s shop; bending in awkwards places and lifting ungodly heavy objects did nothing to help his muscles. The only good thing he could say that came out of it was his toned body (which he was not ashamed to admit). Though the aching left him wanting a hot bath to ease the pain. 

He barely managed to open the door but as soon as he did, the smell of delicious spices hung in the air of the apartment. 

Instantly, he forgot about the aching of his joints and instead focused on the smell permeating the air which led him to the tiny kitchen. There, standing side by side, was Steve and Y/N expectedly peering around the kitchen wall. 

They heard him walk in as soon as he opened the door. 

“Hey, Bucky.” Steve greeted first. 

“Hi, Bucky! You have a good day at work?” Y/N greeted, quickly following it up with a question. 

It was a normal question, one that no one even thinks about but he was thinking about it and reacting to it. The way she smiled up at him when she asked, the sweet tone of her voice like silk, and her eyes glowing as if he were the only person in the world. It all caused his heart to thump wildly while trying to keep his exterior looking calm. 

Taking a breath, he answered. “Yeah it was good. I’m just a little sore.” 

He could then see the flash of concern over her face as she continued to absentmindedly stir something in the pot on the stove. Though she didn’t say anything as Steve stepped in. 

“We’re making beef stew; we picked up the ingredients before we got back.” 

Bucky nodded his head, eyes finally jutting over to his friend. “That sounds good, we haven’t had stew in a while.” 

“It was Steve’s idea. He told me that Monday’s are quite hectic for you at work so he said that a big meal might make you feel better or something like that.” Y/N explained, as she turned away from him to focus on the pot. “I thought it was a nice gesture.” 

“Yeah, good ol’ Steve, acting like my mother.” Bucky joked as he turned away and headed toward the living room. Both Steve and Y/N watched as he dragged himself over to the cushioned chair, then plopped down with a thud. 

He sat still for a minute, opting not to move so as to not upset his body and when he was comfortable enough, he rested his arms on his knees as he leaned his head down. 

“Do you think he’s okay?” Y/N asked, taking her off of Bucky to look at Steve. 

Steve had also still been looking at Bucky when Y/N turned to him, but he soon returned her gaze. “He’ll be fine, this is how Monday’s usually go for him.” 

“I see.” Was all she said, looking back to the brunette. 

After a few seconds of silence, Steve spoke again. “Here, why don’t you…” He paused for a minute as he grabbed a washcloth from one of the drawers, and put it under the faucet. “take this to Bucky and ask him yourself.” 

His small hand squeezed out the excess water and handed it to Y/N, who seemed a bit confused but still took the cloth to walk into the living room. 

She could tell right away that Bucky hadn’t sensed her approach because once she was beside him, he jerked a bit. 

“Oh sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.” Y/N quickly apologized. 

Bucky waved off the apology. “Oh no that’s okay, I was lost in my head is all.”

“Steve told me to give you this…” She mentioned extending the washcloth to him. 

He chuckled as he gently took it from her hand. “Steve thinks I look disgusting when I come home from the shop.” 

Soon he began to wipe off his face and hands, the dark grease and soot sticking to the wet cloth. 

Feeling slightly mischievous, Y/N smirked. “Can you blame him? You do look gross.” 

“Oh well thanks, I’ll make sure to clean up before I get home, Princess.” He playfully retorted, taking one final swipe of the cloth over his face. 

Y/N quietly laughed, “Why thank you, sir.” 

Neither said anything until Bucky went to rub the back of his next and he groaned in clear discomfort. 

“Are you okay?” Y/N asked, stepping forward and subconsciously resting her hand lightly on his shoulder. Bucky immediately noticed but didn’t mention it. 

“Yeah, I’m okay. Like I said earlier I’m sore, it hurts more now that I’ve finally had a chance to sit down and relax.” 

“Would you like me to massage your shoulders for a little bit? See if that helps?” She kindly offered him.

Bucky had to force himself to not blurt out an enthusiastic yes at the idea the moment she suggested it. Thankfully, he was able to compose himself and think rationally. “Uh yeah, sure why not?” 

Y/N stepped behind him and the not so tall lounge chair, briefly placing her hands on his shoulders then taking them away. 

“Actually, do you have a shirt underneath this one?” She asked, gently tugging on the collar of his button up. 

“Yeah, why?” 

She hummed, “Because it’ll be easier to massage your muscles without the button-up.” 

Bucky didn’t know why, but those words sent heat straight to his face. He mentally thanked the dull, orange glow of the lamps lighting the apartment or else Y/N might’ve been able to see his red cheeks. “It would, wouldn’t it?”

He brought his now sweaty palms up to his collar, beginning to unbutton each one down the expanse of his torso. Once loose enough, he shrugged off the shirt from his shoulders to reveal the raw muscle underneath. The moment they were exposed, Y/N carefully laid her hands on him and began to carefully press against the sore spots. 

As soon as her fingers made contact with them, Bucky softly groaned. 

“I’m sorry, did that hurt?” Y/N asked, ceasing her movements. 

He shook his head. “No, please keep going.” 

Without a word, she continued. She made sure to gauge his reactions whenever pressing down on any particularly knotted spots, pushing either harder or softer depending on the expression on his face. Overall, he seemed to enjoy the harder caresses of her hands as it released the tension considerably in his shoulders. 

This went on for several minutes, and as each minute passed Bucky became sleepier and sleepier, falling into a hazy state of consciousness while Y/N massaged him. He still had awareness of the world around him, but could only focus on how good she was making him feel. 

And Y/N got caught up in the habit of rolling her hands against his muscles, almost possessed by the action, that at some point dug her fingers into his brown rooted tresses. Now she began to rake her fingertips along his scalp, admiring the way he shivered and took in a sharp breath; eyes still fully closed. 

He was beautiful. 

She leaned forward, hands no longer moving, and pressed a kiss to his temple. 

Her half narrowed eyes widened when she caught Bucky staring up at her in surprised awe, a gasp leaving her lips. She jumped back, bringing her hands flat on her flaming cheeks. 

“I’m so sorry, I don’t know why I did that!” 

“Y/N it’s okay, I’m not-”

“Dinner is ready, you guys.” Steve shouted from the kitchen, dipping out of the small area to peer into the living room. He thought it was a little strange that the two of them stood several feet away and weren’t saying a word because the last he saw, Y/N had been standing right next to Bucky.

“Okay, Steve, sounds good. I’ll um…I’ll set the table.” Y/N stammered, making a b-line for the kitchen and fled past Steve. 

Steve watched Y/N rummage through one of the cabinets for a second then walked over to Bucky, voice hushed. “What happened?”

Bucky stood up from the chair, eyes staring past Steve and into the kitchen. “She kissed me.”

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[jake-g-lockley]

hi there! I'd love to request prompt 4 and/or 7 with Frankie Morales, please, I would actually start screaming, hope you're having a lovely day <3

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Prompts: The hand behind their nape when they’re embarrassed, Almost kissing but someone walks in 0_0 A/N: Hi there!! Thanks for the ask <3! I hope you’re having a lovely day too. Frankie fluff is like a drug to me, so I hope you like this hehe Word Count: 1.6k

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Your best friend waddled around the room, looking for a dress that she had been begging you to try on. She moved particularly quickly for someone so heavily pregnant and it made you very anxious.

“Slow down Jess, you’re going to push that baby out of you.” you chastised her with a small chuckle.

Jessica yanks the white and blue sundress from her closet with a “Tada!”. You stare at it, wondering whether you could look even remotely pretty from something so beautiful. It had a low neckline, puffy sleeves and screamed summer but you shook your head, feeling that you could not pull it off.

“Oh come on, honey, you’ll look great. Trust me, you’ll definitely turn some heads.” she said, kissing your forehead and wiggling her eyebrows.

You rolled her eyes at her comment. She didn’t mean “some heads”, she was talking about one specific head that you’d pick out of the 7.8 billion heads on the planet. It had been a few years since you saw him, with you going to university. You had given up on him after he didn’t show up to Jessica’s wedding to William Miller, willing yourself to forget about him.

But here you are, a small sad frog playing on your broken heartstrings, trying to piece back together the feelings that you had for Frankie Morales. You missed his curly brown hair that was hidden under his cap and his beautiful smile that was accentuated by a perfect little dimple on his right cheek. You missed his eyes, the beautiful eyes that were the colour of freshly melted chocolate and were full of so much kindness.

You gave Jessica a small smile as she rubbed your shoulder sympathetically.

“Look, this is your chance to get to know all of the cute young bachelors that are going to be at the baby shower. I’m not letting you go without dolling you up. After all, this can just be my practice round before this little princess grows up.” she says, rubbing her tummy.

“Fine, as long as you don’t make me look like a clown.”

“Aye, aye, captain!”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Jessica kept her word and you gasped at your reflection when she turned the makeup chair around. Soft makeup adorned your face, accentuating your features and your hair fell around your head in magnificent curls. A jewelled headband adorned your head and the dress fit perfectly. You gave Jessica a big hug before holding her hand and leading her downstairs for her baby shower that you had been preparing for all day. At the bottom of the stairs you were met with Santiago who gave you the biggest smile and hugged you tightly.

“¡Ay, chica! When did you take your nose out from your books and decided to visit us?” He chuckled as you pout and punched him playfully in the stomach.

“Oh I’d save that punch for someone else if I were you, if you know what I mean.” he said almost immediately and you frowned further, administering another punch, making him groan. “Leave her alone Pope, how’ve you been, sweetheart.” Benny pulled you out of Santiago’s arms and into his, making you squeal.

“All good, Benny, still being a menace?” you smile sweetly up at the 6 feet tall man.

“As always.” he replied with a small smile playing on his lips.

You couldn’t help but look around for Frankie, your eyes searching hopefully willing for them to meet his sweet brown ones, but to no avail. You sigh and help Jessica to her seat, when the front door opens and the atmosphere of the room changes. Your heart stilled the moment Frankie waltzed through the door, every cell in your body screaming for oxygen as you conveniently forgot how to breathe.

He looked different, a little older with a few grey hairs decorating his crown of brown curls. He had ditched his usual hat and casual shirts for a more formal button down and slacks. The crows feet were more prominent at his eyes when he grinned, but they framed the same beautiful eyes that you had been looking for all these years.

He stopped in his tracks when he looked at you but he didn’t look surprised at your presence, but more of your appearance. He took a second to look you up and down and you blushed, a smile creeping up your face as Jessica tapped your hand. William shoved Frankie’s shoulder with his, nudging him forward. It was then when you noticed he was holding two bouquets.

He knelt down in front of Jessica and kissed her forehead, handing her a bouquet of beautiful pink roses which she cooed at. He then slowly stood up and turned to you, his eyes big and wide as he took in your appearance from up close. You wanted to scream at him, hit him and walk away but you were held captive by his matured beauty. His hand found yours and he brought it up to his lips, kissing it gently, sending an array of butterflies to attack your insides.

“Hi.” he whispered and you didn’t realise how much you missed the sound of his voice.

“Hi.” you said back as you clutched the hand that he kissed close to your heart.

He handed you a bouquet of blue dyed Gardenias and you took a second to glare down at Jessica who was busy sipping on her juice and grinning at her husband.

“They’re beautiful, Francisco, thanks.” you whispered and he raised a hand to the nape of his neck and blushed.

You couldn’t help but grin at his bashfulness, letting him stir you aside as guests started to pile into the house with gifts and well wishes for Jessica. He plucked a flower from your bouquet and tucked it behind your ear, letting his hand slide down to graze your jaw and tip your chin up to meet his eyes.

“You look heavenly.��� he breathed.

“You don’t look too bad yourself.” you say, feeling yourself get dizzy from all of the attention he was giving you.

Your sweet dream was broken when Santiago yelled, “Catfish, you simp, come here we gotta toast!”

You rolled your eyes at your boys and smiled down at the beautiful bouquet, your heart feeling content for the first time in a long time.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

You busied yourself with carrying the gifts up to the nursery, arranging them in piles so that the Millers could have a proper look at them once the party was over. A soft knock sounded at the door and before you could say anything, Frankie opened the door and slipped inside. You smiled at him and he carefully approached you, sitting cross legged beside you.

“Sorting the gifts, huh? Anything good in here?” his first full sentence to you in years made you look up from your work instantly.

“Other than burp clothes and tons of nappies, nothing that we could use.” you chuckled.

Frankie reached out and grabbed a big teddy bear, observing its face before hugging it close to his chest. The action made your heart yearn bad and you stifled a smile as you watched him snuggle his nose into the bear’s head.

“How’ve you been, miel?” he asked, tilting his head so that his eyes met yours again.

“Could have been better, you?”

“About the same as you.” he replied, sighing into the teddy.

“Feels like I’m missing something.” you decided to casually take a leap.

“Me too, miel.”

Frankie straightened his back and scooted closer to you, the smell of his cologne enveloping you in sweet memories. You bit your lip and furrowed your eyebrows, almost as if you were pleading with him to do something about the gap that was between the both of you. Slowly, he got closer and closer, until you could count every single one of his eyelashes that framed his eyes perfectly.

If you tipped your head slightly to the right, your lips would have been on his and you would have felt complete but the door swings open for a second time, causing the both of you to jump away from each other. Benny Miller stood there holding a bottle of wine in one hand and his tie in the other and you mentally cursed him for his perfect timing. His eyes were wide as saucers as he noted the way your hand magically clutched onto Frankie’s thigh.

“Andddd that's another moment ruined by Benjamin Miller. You’re welcome folks.” he said, giving you both a two fingered salute and scurrying away before Frankie could come to his senses and beat the living daylights out of his best friend.

You found yourself giggling, remembering the other moment ruined by Benny that included his brother and your best friend attempting to get some alone time together.

“Oh that bastard, I’m going to kill-” Frankie attempted to stand up but you pulled him down, tired of waiting any longer.

“Shut up, Frankie.” You breathed before letting yourself fall onto the carpet and pulling Frankie down with you, causing his lips to come crashing down against yours with a shocked groan getting caught in his throat. He immediately took hold of the reins and kissed you back, years of tension easing from the way his lips moved against yours in a slow dance.

He pulled away only when he started to suffocate, refusing to leave the safe sanctuary of your soft breaths against your face. He kissed your forehead, nose and cheeks before lying down beside you and staring at the impressive mural that William had painted on the ceiling of the nursery. He laced his fingers with yours and kissed the back of your hand again, before clutching it close to his heart as his breathing slowed.

“We should do that more often.” you whisper into the air.

“We really should.” he whispered back, a smile gracing his face. 

Reblogs are appreciated ~~~~~

[sugar-omi]

Hi Naeomi 👋

Thank you for replying to my inquiry so diligently (omg, me trying to sound like Baxter XD dead)!

For my Baxter request, I want to understand his character more, so I wanna pick ur brain for some ideas 😄

He is a very considerate person as his approach to the MC's comfort level changes between nervous, relaxed, and direct (i think 🤔😅). I just want to know how he reacts with an MC (on crush/love) who is only anxious around him but relaxed with everyone else. MC would be trying to fluster the crap out of Cove and talking excitedly about nerdy stuff (anime/manga, video games, books, random facts on their interests, a tv series, etc.), but when Baxter comes around they simmer down and smile all giddy his way and talk about stuff they he may like or be interested in.

Honestly, my MC would feel a bit unsure how to act around Baxter at first, but eventually, they become more comfortable over time as he is revealed to be easygoing and welcoming to MC's quirky side. Makes my heart flutter just thinking about it, so cute~ 🥰☺️

hii !!! omg your mc sounds so cute n honestly like me when I was younger lol, so sweet<33 excuse to the format I'm on mobile rn and I'll fix text color n format n stuff once I'm on my computer😎👍👍👍👍honestly i had fun writing this, two darlings taking their time to open up n love each other, embracing each others quirks... its so sweet, pls i feel like i could write another lil drabble abt how happy n cute baxter would be w a playful reader like this, mmm many thoughts

tags : fluff, nervous crush/love status w baxter, multiple choice text, headcanons/drabbles

*edited for format

this man is too cocky for his own good, baxter can easily tell how someone feels about him.

but I think that excludes people he has a crush on, as you couldn't possibly like/love him back.

he has some shame! although it's only enough to not assume everyone is in love with him or likes him in any capacity...

anyway, we'll get to that later~

at first he thinks it's because you want to impress him or maybe you don't want to bore him with what you think is brain rot to someone so mature and elegant as him.

(+ a "small" but darker part of him thinks you might hate him, that you don't want to show a piece of yourself to this weird stranger on your block. he squishes the thought)

so he finds out your interest through terri/terry and by spying on snippets of your conversations with your family or with cove.

and even though he will only admit it if you threaten him with something terrifying, like angry dragons, early mornings, or worse- color. then and only then will he admit he wants you to tease him the same way you do with cove.

you're so close with him, snuggling up to cove's side, and you smirk so tantalizingly as you lean i. close to whisper it in his ear, and you say something dirty or perhaps its something cove finds especially scandalous but now cove is blushing and he's pushing you away with a chastising "y/n!"

and baxter wishes it was him...

he wants you to curl up behind him and blow on his ear the way you do cove. he wants you to pinch his butt as he walks by and he wants you to flirt with him.

and he wants you to show up on his temporary doorstep to show him your favorite volume of a manga that you finally got your hands on.

and when baxter is a hopeless romantic because he's so vulnerable under the blanket of night, he imagines you laying next to him in this big bed and he imagines the music is blending in with your voice as you babble on about something before it drifts off into your soft breath when you fall asleep due to the late hour.

but time goes on and his vacation nears the quarter mark and whenever you two talk he notices that you are getting into some of the things he likes, like rock music, and when you see him walking lazily back to his condo you come rushing off the steps of your porch, abandoning your snickering moms, and showing baxter the new song you found that he had not listened to before.

you light up at the praise in a way that makes him wish he could capture it forever...

finally baxter comes to the conclusion that he should speak to you about the things you like, and the first time he mentions something about your hobby you clam up a bit.

you don't want to bore him or scare him off with your excitement but in the end you're showing him your craft/collection and telling him every shiny detail and he's so happy to watch the light in your eyes as you speak.

eventually though you two get to the point where you try to fluster him.

it's not often, baxter makes you far too nervous and he can see anything coming from a mile away. he's so cool and you love him for it but God is his smirking face irritating when you just want him to blush, giggle and kick his feet like a love sicken school girl.

but you finally get him to flush. it takes more than half his vacation for it to happen but you're standing behind him as he works away at plating the dinner you two cooked up together.

it's simple, both of you combined have the cooking skills of a sea turtle but it's good enough for one night and it's edible.

it's good enough, you know your way around a stove well enough not to burn the house down and with baxter as your assistant you're more focused on how fun it was than anything.

it's perfect, you know how to whip up something delicious and baxter did more chopping and passing of the seasonings than anything.

he doesn't process it at first but then it hits him like a ton of bricks.

you just... said something flirty?

he's short circuting and his ears are red, and baxter pretends that his blush isn't spread down to his neck.

it's such a reward for you, you can't help but gape for a moment because baxter alexander ward is walking away from you with a blush from his ears to below the collar of his shirt and he definitely squealed a bit when he beckoned you to the living room.

it takes a whole summer of talking to you about things you like that he has little or no knowledge in, doing an activity that caters to/is apart of your interest, and soothing you when you cut yourself off when talking (it's okay, he does want to hear whatever you're looking to ramble about, be it something exciting, something that happened when practicing your hobby, or venting about something you thought was terrible or sad in a show/comic you saw earlier that week.)

and he finally gets to a point where you're teasing him a bit more often, even if you don't get the flustered reaction you want, and you're taking a page out of cove's book and the two of you spent a secret night in baxter's condo, talking about everything and nothing all at the same time.

but then he leaves, and he let's you down gently but his rejection stabs like a knife anyway.

so when you meet again, half a decade later, baxter feels his heart fall out his stomach so bad he sucks it in to try and make up for the way his heart clocks out and air leaves his lungs...

you look sad. this wasn't what you either of you were expecting to be faced with and having no time to prepare yourself to face the man who ended your relationship that summer has your eyes glassed over and your fingers dig into your skin to ground yourself.

you look indifferent. somehow that hurts more than if you were sad or angry at him, not that he'd prefer it but the smaller part of him thinks that your empty gaze shows he's lost any part in your life and you stare through him like you can see the rawness of his heart...

your face is schooled into a stony expression and you've folded your arms to match the rest of tour cold posture. he can't tell what you're thinking even though he's searching your eyes and this time baxter can't tell if you want to cry, scream at him, or if you're looking past him to the scenic view. but he sees your fingers twitch, like you want to either grab him by his tie or run.

you look angry. you try to mask it, not wanting to display the unadulterated rage you feel but your lip quirks up and your eyes are sharp and the words that escape your lips lick at baxter's ears like fire. if your thunderous glare could kill a man he'd be a goner..

he knows he's fucked up either way.

and the whole time you're working together, you're distant. although sometimes you snap back, you confront him and you joke with him sometimes.

you're both too nostalgic, you're both too in love.

somehow, you let him start over.

perhaps its the nostalgia and sentiment that came from making the groom cake together, or how beautiful scott and jude's wedding went, or perhaps its the way the other person laughs and smiles that has you drunk.

but now you two are sitting on baxter's couch and you're letting him start over.

he messed up, it's something hard to move past. something you did, for better or for worse but now it's for the better and you're moving on together.

and you're almost as nervous as you were when you first met but this time it's more that you're reserved than anything else.

sometimes he thinks he's fucked up too much, that when you cut yourself short while rambling and when you take more interest in his hobbies than your own, baxter puts a stop to it quickly.

it takes while. you both try too much to insert yourself into the other person's likes, as if that will make the comfortable relationship you had once come back quicker.

but finally, you and baxter are sharing a bed in the middle of your new apartment, and you're laughing about something funny Miranda sent you earlier that day and in the morning you two are spinning around your new kitchen in a guideless dance with your hands intertwined and you're laughing...

and baxter loves both versions of you.

the version of you that's so in love with him you quiet down, letting him take up all the space in the world and the other version of you that rants about something stupid in an anime and pinches his pale thigh when he's searching through his messy pile of clothes for that one specific shirt.

and he's so happy you opened up to him and you still open up to him everyday, loving him the same no matter how shy you are that day <333

[short-black-diamond]

omg don’t worry abt being weird, i was born strange

And also HELL YEAH!! I’ll read anything you write ESPECIALLY if it’s about the local loser boy tonny

I love him dearly

Well then let's be strange together love!

I took the meantime to write this. If you want anything changed, just tell me and I'll write you a new piece.

warnings/summary: looovely angst, suggestive stuff (you kiss him), bullying??, tonny being a loser<3, one-sided-love is what tonny thinks; but you confess..in your own way., and Tonny's an idiot in this one, you talk about your past, which is very tragic but anthonn comforts you

Also I didn't proofread.

Enjoy!

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"Under my spell?!"

Why did you even spare an ounce of attention to that loser? He doesn't even get respected by some of his workers or even friends! Sahed would be a much better option, given the fact that he tried to take you out on a date a few times but you harshly declined. He'd trade you for that newbie Julia he caught sight of recently anyway.

But...was it the fact that he gave you the most innocent expression a human could muster whenever you were near him or directed a question towards him? How you 'tsk'ed annoyedly at him when the only sound he made was a "huh?", which escaped his parted lips? You wanted to punch him right i the face. Why did he even have to look this cute?!

How he tried to be subtle with his corny and cringy love letters, thinking you had to have more admirers than he could imagine? BUt no, you scared all the other people off. He was the one who stole your heart, after all.

Was it the way he couldn't even form a todder's sentence around you? A three word sentence? Like 'how are you?', 'Is everything okay?', or "Need any help?'

Maybe the it was that one time he tried to be a little bold with you and woo you with the cringiest pick up line ever? And you just staring at him with your most disgusted expression? Making him ten times more nervous and anxious than before? But you were trying your hardest not to gush at the handsome face he was making, and how that pick up line would've made you double over in laughter?

...

But no. Now you are kissing him breathless, in one of the tents. You made sure to put a 'keep out' sign infront of the entrance and now covering his neck in hickes and the face with remnants of your lipstick. Tonny himself is no better as he gasps for air, his sweet virgin body and soul not being able to keep up with his and your tongue dancing together.

Or how you grip his collar (-which he spent an hour ironing to look good enough in your eyes-), wrinkling the fabric underneath your fingers as you kiss him harshly.

Oh! Maybe it's because of the fact that you hate to admit that you actually like that clown, you are taking pity on him and giving him a good time, because "Losers like you won't ever get a girl." ?

Hm...

Tonny meanwhile, is on cloud nine, being already disconnected from the world and just letting you do as you please with him? Because all he feels and smells and sees is you? Your feminine scent? One of your graceful hands intertwining with his while the other goes through his hair? Or how he can feel your heartbeat against his, maybe a bit farther away because of your sweet chest that he took one too many glances at? How you sneakily put your dominant knee between his legs to keep him in place because his knees were shaking and would have started to buckle any second? Making him sit on your knee because he just can't hold himself upright from the pleasure he's receiving?

Tonny, who never thought you'd give him the time of any day to let him touch you, let alone kiss you? You, who was nearly hissing like a cat at him whenever he tried to compliment you?

The loser honestly couldn't believe his luck. Even though Anthonn felt his lungs ring for air, he couldn't bring himself to stop. What if you said that he shouldn't tell anyone? Or make fun of him for not being able to even handle a small make-out session, although you two've been at it for ten minutes now? (<-sorry but Idk if this is accurate, never had a boyfriend :,] )

However, Tonny can't bring himself of anything else as he is pushed back suddenly by you. As he is gasping for air and sitting on the ground, you sit yourself beside him and also lean on him. "I- we could k-keep going, you know?!? I-if you want to...we ca-"

"Relax. Just..try to relax your body, Gremminger."

'So it's still Gremminger to you, ____? After what you've pulled?', Anthonn thinks as he frowns and still pants. You are tracing patterns on his rough, big hand. It was so, so stupid of you to kiss him in his clown costume, while you were in your skimpy dress, but eh, could be worse.

"You know...even though you're a loser to me, I kinda like you, Gremminger. I hope I could make it clear with what I just did with you."

Three seconds pass before he springs away from you. "Wh-wha?! What?! Y-you, you you you actually like me?!"

"Why else would I have kissed you like that?!"

"Because you said that "losers like me would never get a girl." !"

You sighed. "So...are you rejecting me then.", you ask after a while, because as much as you hated the fact--Tonny was right. You said these exact words before you crashed your lips into his.

"No! It's just...I'm surprised that you're even harbouring any other feelings for me besides hate and disgust..."

"Hmpg, what can I do when you look like the sweetest candy in the world?!"

When you received no answer, you glanced back at him, only to catch him staring at you with a bewildered expression. "Wh-what does that mean? "Sweetest eye candy"??"

You groaned out of embarrassment. "Do you even have any idea what you're doing to me, Gremminger?! Ever since I signed that contract you held in front of my nose, can't I stop thinking of you!

I can't stop thinking about your sweet, dorky smile, or how you blush so adorably when children laugh from your tricks! I cannot withstand myself even a second longer with you than necessary, otherwise I might just pounce on you and just---kiss the missing daylights out of you! It's surely because You've trapped me under your spell!"

"Under my spell?! Y-you're one to talk, walking around with that gorgeous body of yours, looking all divine and stuff! And when you even as much as look at me, I don't know what to do! Your presence next to me alone makes me look like the biggest idiot!"

As you two were glaring with each other, heavy blush settled on your cheeks, it dawned to you two that you just confessed to each other.

You lowered your head, but you could hear the crunching of the small rocks and sand coming in contact with Tonny's boots as he came closer to you. He sat down next to you, hesitantly putting an arm around your shoulder to see if it's alright, and when you lean on him again does he pull you a little closer to himself.

"...you mean to say that all those years...I could've had your love? Times like five minutes before our...confessing?"

"...maybe? I don't know..."

"...m-may I ask why today?"

"Because today's my birthday. And I just had to see you smile at yet another girl..."

"Wait today's your birthday?! Why didn't you tell me-"

"The people from my home died on my nineteenth birthday. And all those years, I couldn't forgive myself for still being alive, and not them, hell I'm immortal thanks to that contract!...I...also never experienced love, and from what I can remember, my parents should have been divorced a long time ago...sorry if I spoke too much..."

"N-not at all! I think it's good if you talk to somebody about your past, isn't it? Also, I'm sorry for your loss. And I think that I understand now."

"Yeah, you're right. And thank you for understanding. I'm also sorry for not treating you right all those years when you've been nothing but kind and sweet to me, Anthonn."

"Ah- y-you said---my name-!", he stuttered. 'Is this why you didn't call me by my first name all those years!? Did you know the effect-'

"Stop laughing, dammit!"

"Sorry! Sorry, I just can't!"

"____! Stop bullying me already! Don't you think these past centuries had been enough already??"

And you had a genuine smile on your face, although it looked rather mischievous. "Hm...is it? I don't know. I think you can handle a little more, Anthonn~!"

And there went Anthonn's beige skin color, swapped with a cherry red one. Even after all that, it just truly feels like he fell in love with you all over again, and you allowing yourself to give him your love.

"...so, uh, ya were jelly?"

"Wanna break up?"

"No- wait, you didn't even ask me anything regarding that! ...O-or should I-"

"Dear Anthonn Gremminger, would you like to be my boyfriend?"

How can he still be such a blushing mess?! You literally just kissed him ten minutes ago! Ugh, so much for being a loser, huh?

"U-uh, I mean, Yes! I-I would love to be your boyfriend!"

"Good. And don't ever mention, smile at or even look another girl outside of the circus ever again. If you know what's best for you, that is."

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So, let's stop here because it's already 11 pm at my place. So, after you've read it, please leave a like, a comment, reblog it if you want (but please not as your own work), and yeah!

I'mma go sleep now. good night/morning/whatever.

Read you in the next post!

[sevasey51]

how about chris looking after reader who's got a cold xx just a super fluffy comfort fic! love you xxxx

It started with a sniffle

Paring: Chris Evans × Daughter! Reader

Summary: reader has a cold that turns into a chest infection so she definitely isn't feeling well so Chris is always there to give all the super fluffy comfort she needs.

Warnings: illness, medication, antibiotics, feeling nauseous, dehydration, health anxiety, crying and just feeling like rubbish.

(This is basically a self indulgent type fic because l'm still getting over my chest infection that is definitely clearing so I hope you enjoy!)

It all started with a fever, a stuffy nose and your body feeling like it’d been hit by a truck or dodger coming at you full speed. Whichever you wanted to say was worse.

Your dad was concerned of course because you weren’t someone to get ill, not like this of course - you had been picking at your food at best and it kinda all just went down hill from there.

When you slept you’d wake up in a fever of sweat, shivering the next minute and going back to sleep soon after. Coughing turned into hacking and having multiple coughing fits a day, even after taking a very hard deep breath since they were a struggle at best so your health anxiety wasn’t the thing that wanted to come out right now. Because anything at the moment of doctors can trigger it.

So when you coughed up a little more than some phlegm that was normal for how bad you were coughing… let’s just say that health anxiety was very much triggered at that point your dad just wanted to take you to the doctor or the hospital but you flat out refused.

Locked yourself in your room refused. Because your anxieties can rub off on eachother so sometimes your eachothers worse enemy.

After a lot and I mean a lot of convincing and talking Chris finally managed to get you to agree to go to the hospital because you hadn’t been really eating or drinking so he just wanted to get you checked out for piece of mind.

“Bubba I’m sure they’ll just have a check up and send us home with some stronger cold medicine okay” dad whispers in my ear whilst I’m buried in his chest clinging on to him, whilst sat in the doctors room at the er.

All I can do is wince back at him because talking whilst coughing before or after and where we are isn’t the best for me, so I had an AirPod in with noise cancelling to try and help the anxiety.

A little time later the doctor came back in and zoning out was all I did, even slightly when the doctor was trying to talk to me but dad knew what and how I was feeling, we ended up having to stay in for rehydration and some stronger antibiotics and meds because they had found out I had a chest infection on top of flu.

Scott did his uncle duty of dropping by with all of my comforts to help whilst I was in the worst place I could think imaginable, the peds team I had were the best, my nurse Emily was so sweet - she made sure I was as calm as I could be and even made sure dad was okay and she even played mario kart with me.

So the three days I spend in hospital all in all weren’t that bad because of the nurses and doctors who were looking after me and dad was there every step of the way even if I was worried about getting my flu that I was anxious about passing on.

Coming home was the best feeling ever, even with all the home comforts that were with me there is nothing like my room, my own bed and just mine and dads space with dodger of course!

I was on strict rest and fluids with what I like to call a toddler diet because Emily told me just to eat what was considered safe food for me since I’m still trying to get my appetite back so I’m eating chicken nuggets and strips with ketchup. And blueberries with kinderlyte for rehydration.

So it was snuggles and movies with dad until I was feeling back to my normal self, but I could go see people in about 3 days when most of the ickiness should be cleared and we’re going to see grandma so I’m happy.

And to think it only started with the sniffles

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[r3g-p14y3r]

I’d like you to know, anyways…

Yippee!!! Tis another Gun x 713 drabble. Angst this time though. (Don’t worry it isn’t canon!) Be warned I teared up myself, but again, I might just be emotional.

CW: death, swearing

Well, this isn’t how he thought he’d die.

Sure, sure, back when he was a droid he thought he’d die then in the Unified, and the multiple times he’d been jumped before the laws for automaton rights were set in motion—

But this? This? Oh, this is just pathetic in his opinion.

He can feel— sense— the numerous footfalls approaching this spot he’s hidden away the both of them under. It’s…definitely not comforting in any way, knowing what used to be the law in this world was closing in like a pack of animals. Makes him think of being hunted. “Tsk. Dammit…”

There doesn’t seem to be a way out of this. His range of motion is severely limited due to his stupid choice of not getting anything in him fixed for the past few decades— and that stupidity has only been aggravated by his current injuries. There are humans surrounding him, and… and, well, the one right in front of his frozen form is unresponsive.

No, he isn’t going to use another word for that. He refuses.

Gunvor can’t understand most of the words being spoken by the humans, what with the blaring sirens in his head saying to get going. Move, they urge, it can’t end here. Not like this.

But why should he? There’d be no point, would there? After all, the only reasons he stayed in this life are destroyed and have no way of being mended at this time.

The last bit of Ari’s memory had been torn from his hands during the scuffle.

Missile, the adored yet pain-in-the-ass pet that they were, is lying in pieces somewhere a klick or two away.

713 is…

…

. . .

“I’m sorry I couldn’t do a better job.”

Fine. Fine, he’ll accept the bitter truth. His partner is injured as well. Unresponsive? That’s true, but also— “Bullshit. It’s bullshit,” he forces out.

—the better word would be crippled.

He can’t move his arms anymore, which leaves him with said partner in them just like that accursed dream did. The difference is that this situation is very much real, and very much something that he is not going to wake up from.

Which means 713 is not going to be coming back from this. He can’t get them out of here. He also won’t just… be jolted out of bed and be able to call the other like the anxious person that he is to make sure they’re alright.

Again, there’d be no point in trying to survive this, even if he could.

Can 713 even hear him? He can’t tell; its screen is blank and cracked to oblivion.

The people are getting closer.

Gunvor mimics taking a breath before he speaks again. “Hey…love, don’t know if you can hear me.”

He sounds so tired, so strained.

“I’m just going to hope that you can.”

The bot doesn’t know where he’s going with this; he didn’t plan to make some sappy speech before an inevitable death, so he’s just spitting out whatever comes to the front of his mind.

“Remember the first time you asked me out to a date? I-I know, I know it didn’t look like it since I’m stuck with this stupid frown on my face, but I swear to you that I was so happy when you made that scrappy crown for me on the way home. I can’t smile, but I’d like you to know anyways that I felt like I was. Kinda…kinda fell for you right then and there. Stupid of me to get attached so fast, yeah. I got no excuses.”

Oh, he can make out what those bastards are saying now. He should’ve picked a better spot.

Please no not yet— I need more time.

“I-I-I. I wasn’t expecting to fall for some neon green, idiotic beanstalk,” he babbles, “but hey! Here I am! Stuck with said beanstalk who…”

Who might not even be hearing my spiel right now.

“Never mind what I was going to say. I just…I wanted to have more moments like that, you know? You’re sweet— and stupid— and also get on my nerves whenever you tease me but we-don’t-talk-about-that— I love you for all of it.“

“…They’re here,” he hears a voice call from what can’t be more than a few meters away.

Please. Not yet.

Gunvor lowers his voice as he continues. “I’m glad you loved Missile as much as I did. I’m glad that you stumbled upon me when I was chasing the little guy like a fool. I’m…”

His vox finally cracks.

“I’m glad I met you, okay? It’s overly sappy and makes me cringe inside the tiniest bit, but still. I’m glad. I’m glad I met you. And again, I’m sorry. I should’ve done better. I don’t think there’s much time left and I can’t say all I want to say. I’d love to hear your laugh again. I—“ I feel like crying. I want more time with you. This was too short. I still can’t believe I met you. I love you. I love you. I love you.

“Found them.”

No. No, please. Please.

He doesn’t bother with listening to the authority’s demands, whatever the hell they may be. He isn’t letting go. Even when he hears the telltale clicks of a few dozen barrels, he doesn’t. He can’t.

In what he hopes to be a last attempt at comfort, he hunches over himself with the last of his strength and presses his forehead to 713’s. He doesn’t want the last thing he sees to be some scummy humans who aren’t Marie or his daughter.

“Anyways, you’re probably tired. It’s alright, really. Just rest,” he whispers softly.

They’re yelling now. Fine. Let them.

He doesn’t fucking car—

BANG.

[themoonsbride]

hey love, i have an idea for fluff with peter<3 so, reader is one of the numbers at the lab (she's an adult ofc) and peter is her boyfriend, but dr brenner doesn't know about their relationship. and one day when they're all in the training room reader gets hurt because of 002' power and peter is furious 🥵 and when brenner tells him to take reader to the nursery room to take care of her peter promises her that he won't let anyone hurt her again<3

yes of course, how do people come up with these they're so creative and cute like wth?!

Promises .

summary; Reader gets injured from 002 during training, making her secret boyfriend Peter extremely pissed and escorts reader to her room and promises it won't ever happen again.

warnings; none really just the reading getting slammed against the wall LMFAOOO

requested; yes

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007 was always somewhat of an outcast when it came to the other lab subjects. Probably because you were almost 20 and Brenner was refusing to let you become an orderly whenever you asked, which wasn't very often because she feared him knowing how powerful and destructive he can be towards someone.

But you did have someone who kept you company, who made your days brighter inside that wretched labrotory. Peter. He was always there to pick you up when you fell, which was quite often thanks to 002, what a bitch. You never quite understood what the hell 002' problem was with you.

It seemed like he hated you ever since you got there, or maybe he was jealous of you. Because you had potential, Brenner could see it in your eyes that your powers could change the world one day and that they just needed some enhancing. You never really understood what any of it meant because you've never had super powers before, and it was somewhat scary to think about, but it was also exciting too. Maybe he was jealous because Brenner took a liking in you, or because you were allowed to have your long hair still. Because you were allowed to keep your dirty black converse, Because you had something he never would,

A normal childhood.

You tried not to think about it too much, 011 seemed to like you though. She was sweet though she wasn't much talkative. She liked how your clothes were different than the rest of them, How 'Papa' as she called him, let you wear black leggings and a white t-shirt since they didn't have any gowns in a size women's, because because the subjects were teenagers and had their gowns specially made. You were relieved honestly, you'd be terribly embarrassed if Peter saw you wearing one of those lifeless gowns everyday.

But even if you did he wouldn't have cared. He didn't like you for your clothes, he liked your personality and admired how you could handle certain situations between the lab kids, how you'd defend Eleven or would distract her when 002 and his gang would glare at you and her nastily.

Right now, you and Eleven were building a puzzle together at one of the empty tables. You were trying to focus but just couldn't help but feel like someone's eyes were drilling holes into you, You looked over at 002 and his members, but saw that they were doing the marble maze and seemed pretty damn focused too. Your expression went from stern to extremely confused and tried to look around without it being obvious.

006, 013, and 016 were all building blocks together, there were some that were chasing cars on the floor, others were doing different activities around the room, You checked the clock feeling anxious and becoming paranoid. It was only 9:32, Lessons didn't start for almost another half hour.

"Seven." Eleven spoke, making you jump as you turned to look at her with your eyes widened

"W-what?" You said still feeling somewhat on edge, who the hell was staring at you right now and why?

"Your turn." She said as she looked at all the scattered unsolved cardboard pieces, you picked up a few and tried to match to the one that She'd just placed, after a few moments you'd figured it out and snapped them together.

You looked in the mirror on the wall, There was 2 orderly in the room, one of them you didn't know, and Peter.

'Peter!' you thought feeling stupid for not realizing it was your own boyfriend who was staring at you, you shifted your vision from the mirror to your blond lover as he tried to hide his smile as he watched you finally figure out it was him who'd been admiring your from afar.

You slowly started to smile, but Eleven waved her hand infront of your face.

"Seven." She said again, her voice as soft as a cloud like always, you looked at her chocolate eyes and she pointed down to the puzzle.

"Your turn." And with that, you started looking through the pieces again. At some point, other kids stood at the table to see what the image would've became, though it was already on the box, it was a rainbow. (duh)

But that was when Brenner walked in through the double doors, causing you to jump a first.

"Goodmorning Children." Brenners voice echoed and bounced off of the walls of the rainbow room, all the other children started to line up in their number order spots, as they all replied in sync, "Goodmorning Papa."

You were the only one who did not join along in returning the greeting. You hated Brenner because of how controlling and powerful he was and the punishments he'd give to his former workers. It made you sick to your stomach and somewhat glad you weren't an orderly, yet.

You only wanted to work as one so you'd get to spend more time with Peter, You were necessarily allowed to be talking to him inside the rainbow room, or that much if even at all for that matter. But he'd sneak into your room every couple of nights every 2 weeks, and it was nice. He was nice. Not just verbally nice towards you but he was nice to look at too, His clothes were never wrinkled and were always perfect without a singular stain in sight, his hair was always styled the same. Sometimes you wondered what it would look like wet, if it would be straight, or super curly, or even just wavy. If his hair was naturally styled like that or if he parted his hair a certain way and combed it out in certain parts, or even used hair gel.

You never asked because you were still pretty shy around him with certain things, but you were slowly warming up to him more and more and becoming comfortable with being your true authentic self around him, and he loved it.

As you all exited the rainbow room, Brenner and the 2 orderly from the rainbow room had lead everyone down a few halls before entered a room that was grey all over, there was a mirror on the wall in this room as well. but it wasn't as big and had a slight black tint to it. All the Subjects lined up to the back wall as Brenner held out what seemed like a stick, and started to trace a circle around himself with white chalk, held at the end of the stick.

"Today, we'll be playing a game, different from our usual ones." He spoke as he exited the circle towards the left side of the room, and began walking across from it.

"The rules are very simple. Stay inside of your circle, and if you leave your circle, you've lost." He said, rising to his normal hight and looking at all the subjects, a smile displayed onto his lips.

"The last person, to be standing inside their circle, will earn an extra hour of free time, in the rainbow room." He announced as he moved his way to the middle of the room. somewhat afar from both circles incase any incidents occurred.

"Even though, you will be competing against one another, do not veiw this any differently than any of our regular tests." He said as all the subjects looked at eachother with eager smiles, determined to win, competitiveness coursing inside their veins enhancing their powers.

"If you allow anger. or any other emotion, to invade your mind during this process, I can promise you, that you will lose. Is that understood?" He spoke as he pointed at 002 and 006 for them to step forward into their circles.

They had their blindfolds tied on by Peter and the other orderly in the room as all the children agreed in sync with Brenner.

"Yes Papa." echoed off the tiled walls by all the subjects, all except for one. You.

You looked at the others subconsciously, they all seemed confident and determined, how could they possibly feel that way when 002 was the first one up there? it was guaranteed by now that none of them would win.

Brenner should've just told 002 straight forward that he gets an extra hour in the rainbow room, this was a waste of time. They could've been doing something different instead of this stupid test, like testing how well they handle being inside of the tank, or trying to lit up the bulb ring. But no, instead they were competing against eachother.

You felt anxiety creep up onto your nerves and it sent shivers down your spine as you watched 006 get tripped over and knocked onto his own ass. It caused you to jump, it seemed like a lot of things in this place made you jump. You were never like that before, it was probably because you didn't have to live in fear anymore. Now you did, and you lived in paranoia as well, there was a camera in almost every room and hallway, you were always constantly being watched and it felt creepy that there was no sense of trust in this place.

"005" Brenner yelled out, snapping you out of your thoughts as 005 entered the chalk circle across from 002 as Peter walked up and tied on their blindfold. 005 ended up going crashing down too beneath their own feet.

Each subject that went up against 002, all ended up on the floor, he seemed to have gone easy on everyone, which made you feel uneasy, was he waiting for you to go up so he could embarress you? so he could do the most damage towards you? Everyone seemed to have just simply slipped, it seemed like it barely even hurt.

What in the hell could 002 have possibly had in mind for your failure?

You tried to distract yourself by looking at Peter, but he didn't seem to feel your staring and he ended up looking everywhere but you. How great, that's just what you needed right now, but maybe it was because he was just as nervous as you were. And that thought alone only made you feel worse.

There were some that were tripped far back enough for their backs to have hit the wall, but it still wasn't much. The next thing you knew, Brenner was calling your number.

"Seven." Brenner announced as you anxiously walked up, your hands trembling and clamy, your feet unsteady. You entered the circle across from Two as Peter walked up behind you and tied on your blindfold.

"Good luck." He whispered low enough only for you to hear, still standing behind you normally, his breathe sent shivers down your arms and up your spine as you bit the inside of your cheeks to not smile. You heard his footsteps start to distance and felt yourself freaking out mentally, as you tried to calm down Brenner interrupted your train of thought again.

"Begin." He said sternly, As you tried to feel your powers through your veins and nerves, you felt 002' powers push against you, as you straightened your feet and planted them firmly onto the ground. Your breathing was shaky as you tried to think of a memory to help strengthen your powers.

You thought about the day he first spoke to you, how youd gotten along well, how you noticed him days before he noticed you, or so you thought. He noticed your beauty the first day you were officially able to be inside the rainbow room, how you were different. and not just by your apperance, but he could just tell you were different and unique.

Though the memory was sweet and you thought about it every once in awhile, it didn't help much, infact it made you weak in the knees and butterflys hatch into your stomach which actually made things alot worse.

As you tried your hardest to fight off 002, you failed. He slammed your body as hard as he possibly could against the wall as well as making you hit your head. You yelled in pain as all the other subjects watched in awe. Brenner felt impressed with 002 and didn't seem to have too much care for your well being at that moment.

Peter however, he was absolutely furious with 002. He knew he did that on purpose, how he barely even used his powers against the other subjects, including Eleven surprisingly, and then slammed your body against the wall? It truly felt like his blood was boiling as his soft blue eyes turned ice cold and dark.

Brenner turned his body so he was half facing Peter. "Mr.Ballard please escort Seven to the nurses office." He simply nodded as you stood, your entire body trembling as you took off your blindfold. Tears were streaming down your cheeks, your eyes and lips puffy and your nose as red as a tomatoe. You reached for Peter's hand as he helped you walk out of the testing room and started heading towards your bedroom instead.

"I-it hurts!" You cried out in pain as your entire body ached and swelled. You hated this place with every fiber inside your body and wished you'd eventually be able to escape.

"I know, I know I'm sorry Y/n." He soothed, his voice soft as snow and his blood as hot as the sun. You both approached your bedroom door with the number '007' engraved into it on a metal slab. Peter pulled out the key from his pocket it and it rattled inside the door knob as he opened the door.

He brought you inside and closed it behind the two of you and immediately pulled you close and held you in his arms as you cried. He tangled his fingers into your soft locks and did the best he could to help you calm down.

"Shh, shh it's okay." He hushed and whispered to you. "Shh, you're alright now, you're safe." Your cries started to die down and all you wanted to do was sleep and hope to wake up back inside your old bed at your old home. Wishing this was all just a bad dream and that this place never existed.

"I promise you, Y/n, no one will ever hurt you again." He whispered into your ear before helping you lay down in bed, and stayed there with you until you were able to fall asleep.

[shiningdesignersreflections]

Chapter 3: Wedding in a Dream

Narrated by Celina.

Narrator: I still find it hard to believe that a small-town girl like myself is now entitled to a bedroom as beautiful as this one.

Narrator: The twig-shaped candle stand seems like a twisted tree, blooming gently yet brightly in the flowers that are the candlelight.

Narrator: The dark walls seem to have absorbed all the light, casting pieces of flitting shades. Full of blue roses, the room smells both fragrant and humid.

Narrator: I've always taken a liking to roses... yet, surprisingly, I'm feeling a little light-headed now from the fragrance. I must be feeling overexcited tonight.

Narrator: The night is flirting with the translucent sheers. For some reason, I can't seem to take my eyes off the golden cradle wrapped in vines that sits by the window.

Narrator: I am caught by surprise when the four maids holding a dress show up beside me as if out of thin air.

Baron: Let them get you changed, my beautiful bride. That's what they are here for.

Narrator: Trying not to let my embarrassment show, I nod my head reservedly.

Narrator: Quiet and beautiful, the maids shake the dress loose and cover my body in it, their skin softer than the most gentle of roses and colder than the water of a cold spring.

Narrator: And the dress... my, I've never touched anything so soft and light.

Narrator: The dress' intricate patterns course through it as if they were alive.

Narrator: The dress hugs my youthful skin and frail frame. It fits me so perfectly well that I can barely notice I am wearing it.

Baron: This dress is a valuable antique that belongs to the castle's previous master... yet it seems like it was made for you.

Narrator: Feeling somewhat undeserving of my fiancé's sincere compliment, I lower my head sheepishly. He, however, takes the opportunity to walk closer to me.

Baron: It seems like you're missing something.

Narrator: When one of the maids raises the golden tray again, my fiancé picks up from it a necklace and puts it around my neck.

Narrator: From the white lace hangs a sizeable sapphire... that resembles a giant tear droplet.

Narrator: The gem gently kisses my neck where my fiancé's fingertips rest, sending chills down my back as if insects were crawling on my skin.

Narrator: His fingers feel colder than the gem itself.

Baron: How very fine and slim. Did you know that your neck seems like an obedient lamb when it's drooped down?

Narrator: As his words come rolling quietly off his tongue, his blood-red lips have come ever so close to my neck. Why are his breaths as ghostly as the moonlight outside the windows?

Narrator: Maintaining the proper manners befitting a noble gentleman like himself, he doesn't go further.

Narrator: As soon as I let out a sigh of relief, a worrisome thought crosses my mind. Is he finding me less than satisfactory?

Baron: Good night, my adorable lamb.

Celina: Good night, sir.

Narrator: When the heavy door of my room finally closes behind him, I feel my limbs suddenly drained of all energy... as if I were some animal escaping my predator.

Choose either "That's strange...." or "You're looking forward to it."

If "strange," ...

You: Don't you find this castle a little weird?

Narrator: How so, though? I bet it's only because I'm not used to how life is with such a noble family. People always get anxious coming into a new environment.

If "looking forward," ...

You: You must be excited about your wedding, and I bet that's what's making you so uptight.

Narrator: I am! I mean, who wouldn't be excited about a sweet wedding and having an adorable family?

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Narrator: I lie in this bed in which I'm sleeping for the first time, surrounded by a sea of blue roses.

Narrator: I feel surprisingly calm and comfortable in this gentle yet ghostly, deep blue grave. Plunged into dreamland so deep that I can't even tell if I'm dead or just asleep, I see my dream dress.

Narrator: I see myself dressed in the dreamy dress while walking down a path paved with silver tiles with a bouquet in my hands.

Narrator: The venue brims with candlelight and Mendelssohn's Wedding March plays as people exchange blessings and laugh blissfully.

Narrator: Father picks up my ever-so-slim hand and places it in the baron's big hand.

Narrator: Raising glasses in unison, the guests bear witness as the groom and bride stand before God to make their solemn vows.

Celina: Will you love me forever? Will you give me your everything?

Baron: Of course, my love.

Narrator: White rose petals symbolizing purity and union shower down from the dome as dance music starts playing. On one knee and with a smile, the groom asks me to join him for a dance.

Narrator: Standing at the very top of the hall's staircase, however, is an ominous-looking dark figure encircled by blood-red petals. Making absolutely no fuss, she seems to be staring at me from afar.

Narrator: Who is that? How dare she just come in uninvited?

Narrator: Before I can make out her face, however, tides of darkness swirl around me, robbing away the warm candlelight and all the laughter.

Narrator: In the blink of an eye, the red-and-black flames have turned my world into a burning sea of fire...

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

[crescentblossom66]

Bond of the Beasts Chapter 15

Now, where did she leave her coat? Cookie asked herself that question repeatedly, she wasn't normally so scatterbrained, but her white faux-fur coat seemed to have left this plane of existence. She had looked everywhere for it, but couldn't find it. She heard the door opening after she scanned her room's wardrobe for what felt like the thousandth time. Considering the time, she expected the kids to be the ones that had returned, but when she entered the hallway, the first thing she spotted was a black suit. “Conductor? You're home early.”

The man in question closed the door behind him, holding a very familiar looking piece of clothing in his hands. “A rock slide covered parts o' the rails in rocks, had ta turn back. Ye left this outside.” So that's where the accursed thing had been! She must have left it outside the previous day when she had misjudged the weather and put it off due to getting to warm while wearing it.

Cookie went over and grabbed the coat from him. “Thanks, sweetie.” She could see that he was questioning where she was going, and it seemed that he had a good idea as to where she was headed if his furrowed brow, narrowed eyes and frown were any indication. She heard him inhale sharply as she walked passed him to exit the building.

When he actually spoke up, the disapproval of her actions were more than noticeable by his rather loud tone and the subtle hint of worry he tried to hide, but failed at miserably. “Donnae tell me that yer goin' back there. It's way ta dangerous! What if they find out that yer nae a normal human?!” He spun around to face her, balling his hands to fists.

Cookie stopped dead in her tracks, not turning back to face him. She was well aware that the place she worked at was basically the enemy's HQ. “I'm aware that it's dangerous, but it's the only way for us to keep tracks of the hunters' movements. If we get ambushed by them, we might...-” Cookie shook her head trying not to imagine the worst case scenario. “-we have children with us, Conductor. I want to make sure that they're safe.”

She could hear him step a bit closer, so she turned to face him, just about missing the motion of his arm falling back to his side which he had contemplated putting on her shoulder to get her attention. “Who's going to make sure that YER safe though?” Up close, Cookie noticed the worry even clearer, it was sweet of him to worry so much about her, but this was something she had to do.

“It's gonna be fine, sweetie, those men maybe dangerous with rifles on hand, but those are the same men that manage to burn a salad and put ice cream in a stove. Besides, I never use my magic at work.” With a reassuring smile that she hoped would calm his down, she left the house. The man clad in black that was left behind could only watch as her back got smaller and smaller as she walked down the narrow path through the woods to town. He prayed that his worries were unfounded,, that she'd be back just like she had always been.

-

Bow left the school, a bit anxious due to being completely alone for the first time. Normally either Hattie or Mu would accompany her back home, but today Hattie had cleaning duty and had to stay at school longer, while Mu had promised to play soccer with a few of their classmates. She contemplated waiting for Hat Kid, but ultimately decided against it as Cookie had asked her to pick up some vegetables for a stew she was going to make the following day. The young changeling made her way to the convenience store nearby, hoping that the potion she had taken earlier that morning wouldn't wear off.

She entered the store without drawing unwanted attention to herself, so far so good. Finding the carrots, cabbage, and celery, the required ingredients that Cookie had written down neatly on a small sticky note for her, had been easy enough as well. Now, however, she felt uneasy. Nothing in particular was wrong when she looked around, a woman was picking out fruits from the display opposite of hers, a middle aged man seemed to contemplate which kind of meat to buy, and an elderly woman a bit further away walked into the liquor aisle. None of these people were looking at her, yet she still felt watched.

Bow shrugged the feeling off, simply heading to checkout and placing the groceries on the line. She fumbled a bit with the money as she tried to leave as quickly as possible, nearly dropping the coins on the floor. After getting out of the store without alerting the other customers or the staff, she found it best to hurry through a back alley to get home faster. Unfortunately that seemed to be exactly what her pursuer wanted as she heard footsteps getting louder behind her. It caused her to break into a sprint, yet she was too late, as she felt a strong grip on her arm and she got yanked back. As she was about ot scream for help, the other hand of clearly malicious person covered her mouth. “If I were you, I wouldn't scream, child, it might determine whether you get to go free or die here.” Even if the voice of the woman behind her was rather calm, her words implied ruthlessness. Bow started to panic and struggled to free her mouth at least to be able to scream for help, yet the woman was a lot stronger than her, even clawing at her hand did nothing. “Calm yourself, as long as you cooperate, you'll be able to get home with all your limbs still attached to your body.” At this point, Bow was starting to cry and hyperventilate, her fear overriding the fact that she couldn't reveal what she was. Her hands that had tried to pry the other pair of hands away from her mouth in vain, suddenly shifted to sharp claws and her cat tail appeared, rigid and bristled. “Huh?” Bow felt the grip of the woman loosen for a moment, before it tightened yet again. This time, however, the grip wasn't nearly as crushing. “You're a changeling...” The potion had worn off by now, switching Bow's skin from brown to a deep purple. “You're one of us...How?”

Bow Kid still fought to free herself, but calmed down after the hostility left the unknown woman's voice entirely. The young girl nearly gasped in shock when the woman revealed a tail and ears of her own, not dissimilar to hers, after looking around for observers. A moment later, her arm was released. “Are you...like me?” Bow had hardly seen other changelings before at the lab, and when she did come across one, they didn't sport cat-like features.

The older changeling nodded and let go off her. “Hm...you haven't been around others of our kind often.” She concluded, likely based on the fact that Bow had no idea how to control her ability at all, her skin color always matching her current mood.

“...No.” The curly-haired girl shook her head while still looking at the tall woman opposite of her, transfixed in awe. The fear from earlier was slowly being replaced by curiosity as a thousand questions flooded her mind. Who was that changeling woman? Were there more like them? Was she a friend or a foe? If she was a friend, would she be willing to help her control her abilities?

“I figured as much...” The adult changeling paused, scrutinizing Bow in a way that made the young girl fidget under her gaze. It took another minute until she spoke again. “Do you have a name, child?”

“Uh...it's Bow.”

“Rule one, Bow, never give a stranger your real name, it's dangerous for our kin.” Bow wondered how she even knew that the name she had given was in fact her real name. “Now, Ribbon, do you want to learn how to stop your skin from changing and how to blend in with your surroundings more?”

It took Bow a moment to catch onto why she was being referred to as 'Ribbon', but considering what she had informed her about prior, it was likely to keep her identity safe. “Yes, ma'am! Uh...how can I call you?”

She felt the same hand that had gripped her arm rather harshly earlier. now gently pushing her back to make her move forward. “You may refer to me as Empress.”

-

*ding*

The soft ringing of the bell used for customer orders nearly caused her too flinch and spill the Gulash soup that she was pouring into a bowl. “One plate of lobster in special sauce!” The burly man told her and placed the note for the order down with the other two that were already on the counter. Sometimes she wished that her coworkers were less incompetent, preparing all the food herself was stressful. An escalope chasseur and a steak cooked medium rare both with french fries, both of these, and now this too! Yet she couldn't let the other 'Chefs' handle this or she feared that someone would drop dead.

Cookie sighed and went back to work. She had been keeping eyes and ears open the whole time since the attack of the hunters, even if Conductor protested against it heavily, and Grooves had his misgivings about her doing so, even Snatcher showed concern, labeling that plan stupid. However, she was certain that the hunters weren't just going to leave them alone any time soon. Cookie felt like it was the easiest way to make sure that they wouldn't get harmed. They were fighting an uphill battle to begin with, avoiding further conflict was the best solution.

After flipping the steak and sending out the escalope chasseur, she could hear a few men outside talk again. It was hard to hear thanks to the sizzling of the meat on the frying pan, but moving from her position to get closer would only arouse suspicion.

“...Boss was acting really absentminded, didn't yell at Hunter the whole way to forest.”

“Maybe he felt calm yesterday, Boss does care for Hunters...somewhat.”

“Hunter don't think so, Boss didn't look happy, more depressed, not smiling, frowning.”

Interesting. It appeared that the hunters were still searching for them, and that the boss of the hunters had been with them in the search. It was quite worrisome.

“But Boss smiled after finding dead boar, animal showed clear evidence of young werebeast attack. Boss even happier now after new equipment arrived from labs.”

Cookie had to stifle a gasp with her hands as she overheard that piece of information and recalled that Mu had been bragging about having fended off a boar, she did mention that she bit the animal. What if it died and it was the same one that the hunters found? It would mean that they were very close to finding their new location! Whatever that new piece of equipment was, and she doubted that it were mere cooking utensils, they boded ill.

She tried to act natural, putting the nearly overcooked steak on a plate as the men came and entered the kitchen. Cookie stood stiff as a board as they suddenly entered and panic overcame her. Had she acted to suspiciously? Did they know somehow? “Boss need to see small chef lady in office. It very important, chef lady should hurry.”

With effort, Cookie swallowed the lump in her throat and nodded. “Alright.” She walked past the burly men, only now realizing just how awfully outmatched she was physically. She could use her magic if pushes came to shove, but with the amount of enemies that were just buzzing around the restaurant, it wouldn't be easy to get away. The witch didn't look up to meet the rather stoic gaze of the men and slowly made her way to the office of the owner of the restaurant, praying that no one was picking up on her trembling in fear. She tried to calm down, thinking that she may be overthinking things and maybe it was just a work evaluation, nothing she had to worry about if that was the case.

She knocked on the door to the office with a slightly shaky hand and opened it when she heard a gruff 'enter' from the other side. The moment she looked into the room that had never really been pleasant to enter the few times she had, an overwhelming amount of unease hit her. She contemplated turning on her heel and running, but...where to? If she headed home, they'd follow her there and she'd get the others in danger.

“Come in, I just need to have a little chat.” The way the man's eyes narrowed at her made her skin crawl and increased the urge to simply run that she was still trying hard to suppress. “I need your opinion on something. Do you think we should amp up the security here due to the recent increase in werecreature attacks?”

Cookie took a small breath to compose herself again. So he was concerned for werebeast attacks. Given that werebeast attacks were more common, especially now that the next full moon was around the corner, it made sense for him as a businessman to consider getting proper equipment. Maybe that was what men had talked about earlier. She needed to stay on guard, but there was a chance that he didn't associate her with the other magical creatures. “I-I think it would be smart to set up a few cameras and maybe get something to fend them off. I heard that they hate silver, the news mentioned something like that.” She talked in a calm and collected voice, trying her best not to show her nervousness.

“Interesting that you think that way-” He made a waving motion with one hand, the two men out of around six that were in the room with them, moved to the door to block the only exit. “-given that you're one of them!” The red-haired woman got grabbed quite harshly by her arms.

“What's this about?! I'm not one of them, I'm a human, just like you!” Cookie tried to free herself, but it was futile to struggle against their grip. The leader of the hunters produced a small device out of his red jacket. It looked akin to a calculator, just a bit bigger. The strange device blared a high pitched electronic noise as the he pointed it in her direction and it dawned on her just what it was.

The man's sinister smile got wider upon noticing that she realized just what he held in his hands. “When why is it that the magic detector I'm holding is going off? It had done so the second I switched it on.” As Cookie tried desperately to think of an explanation and was about to open her mouth to retort, he interrupted her, “Don't think you can talk yourself out of this one, I know all the workers in this establishment here personally, it is none of them.” He stepped a bit closer to her seeing that she was trembling in fear. “Where are they?” Cookies eyes widened at the question.

“I don't know who you're talking about?” The boss of the hunters chuckled at her defiance and blatant lie.

“Don't play dumb, woman. I know that you're with them, those pungent werebeasts! They noticed us and managed to flee way too quickly, no, they KNEW that we were about to attack them!-” He yelled straight at her face, forcing her to look at him. “YOU warned them! You left work just before we left and told those monsters that we were coming, because you're one of them! The detector dispelled all doubt about that!-” He grabbed her chin, pulling her face up to meet his. The demented look in his blue eyes was one she recognized...albeit in a different circumstance, it was clear obsession, obsession with a goal that would lead the person to ruin, to lose their humanity. Her trembling got worse. “TELL ME WHERE THEY ARE!” The man was heaving, his hands had closed around her neck, but he wasn't applying pressure. The fear that overcame her in that moment caused her to lose her focus on her magic. Noticing this, Riccardo took out a syringe filled with a strange grayish liquid which he proceeded to inject into Cookie's arm.

“No matter what you do, I'm not going to tell you where they are.” She felt strange, not tired or woozy, but like something was missing. The liquid must have suppressed her magic energy, she recalled the labs experimenting with such measures.

Riccardo stopped for a moment. “Oh, I just had an even better idea. How about we see if that little group of abominations will come to your rescue. If not...I'll find ways to make you talk. Lock her away in one fo the storage rooms.” He ordered his goons who nodded and brought her into one of the back room, shoving her into the small room, locking her away in darkness.

Cookie shuddered as she sat in the pitch black room, no matter how she looked at it, she messed up. She had underestimated the threat and was about to pay the price for her foolishness. If only she had listened to DJ Grooves and Conductor...now all she could do was hope that they wouldn't try to save her, that they'd take the kids and move again. “I'm so sorry.” No one could see her tears fall and no one heard her sobs. She was afraid to die, but even more afraid that her stupidity could cost the lives of her dear friends.

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ALFIE TRIBUTE VIDEO NOTES!!!

alfie’s video is probably the one i was most inspired to make, he’s my favorite (idk if you know im kinda subtle about it)

the song 'experience' was def an easy first choice for alfie (but guess what it was almost the song i picked for eddie) it’s a song about gaining experience and maturity and that’s exactly what Alfie does

im still using imovie, nothing new there

im writing this before starting the video so hopefully i managed to keep it in the 5 minutes that is the song (future caroline laughs in mocking, then proceeds to cry)

i got it to 8 mins, which imo is progress to my editing

but the uncut version is 14 mins

(so by that logic... Patricia's could end up being around 4-6 mins long while her uncut version could turn out to be 8)

but at this point it's anyone's guess

the opening for alfie being put down or called annoying or how he ‘ruins everything’ etc was in the back of my head for two months. during recording, during editing nina's video, i knew exactly how i wanted to start his video. (that's in the uncut version, and Sneak Peek 3)

then i listened to 'cult' by gabriel saban and realized oh no... no we can't start there unfortunately.

we needed to feel as terrified and as anxious as alfie got when he went through all that trauma (and future trauma)

we get this class clown causing mischief with his best buddy and then this traumatic event happens to him in the cellar.

something he can barely comprehend, and it involved people who are supposed to be taking care of him in this academy. he sees victor drink out of a skull and anubis dog masks and chanting and becomes catatonic by the end of it.

then he drinks who knows what and has to be hospitalized.

then he slowly becomes part of sibuna as they finally tell him the truth and he is eager to prove himself to them, that he isn’t scared and he’ll help (cut to him telling amber 'im part of the club now' to then him being traumatized multiple times from it)

what i love about this is that he IS scared, he’s terrified but he still does it, and he screws up, he gets tricked by jerome into spilling secrets, jerome just takes the ankh piece he was guarding, he messes up a lot but it was mainly in part due to jerome just being a bad friend

and then INSTANTLY i paired it with s3 Alfie telling Jerome after his advice to keep Amber in the dark about fashion school, “See that’s the great thing about having you for a friend, whatever you suggest I know I should just do the opposite.” and then he takes his sandwich, what a boss (ok so i didnt end up using this scene, but the scene exists and i wanted to remind people)

that’s just one little thing Alfie has matured in from S1 to S3, already in S2 he’s very careful about what he lets Jerome know. especially when everyone knows that Rufus is alive, Jerome is jumpy and thinks that whatever Sibuna is doing it could be Rufus-related but Alfie promises him it’s not. but he also never tells him anything else.

alfie's video weirdly gave me less of a headache than nina's if that makes sense. it's probably bc it's my second time doing it. with nina, that was my first tribute video ever. (very different from just pairing a song to silent clips)

when choosing subtitles, pick English bc i spent a lot of time on them, thank you.

i didn't include a lot of willow scenes (or amfie) because well, while he and Willow developing a relationship is sweet and healthy, and they're perfect together, it wasn't necessarily that big for the video

but if anyone wants an alfie + willow video, i have the content to do it, i just need a song to pair it to, so feel free to send me some!

i intentionally made the first part of the video, Fear, be very out of order, it's messy, and for me it's like it's Alfie trying to remember what happened and while he does, it's still fuzzy

the audio at the end of the video is from Doctor Who's S08 E04 Listen, where the Doctor tells a little boy to use his fear to empower himself. (the little boy could also easily play a younger Alfie)

if you want to watch it just type 'doctor who don't look. listen.' in yt, it's the first video that pops up.

however, there's other audio during the scenes where Alfie is running with the fake mask, "Fear is fear. It doesn't speak in riddles. Fear means you're smart. You understand the risks." (and that is from Star Trek Picard S2 E06 (no i dont want the show or anything to do with star trek, but the audio is fantastic and i really liked it)

anyway, that audio is probably my favorite part of alfie's whole video (including the uncut version)