#especially because with the stuff that happened a few weeks ago

[katmaibearfan]

BearCam Season Approaches! (slowly)

Hey folks, it's been a while since I've posted! A little ~personal update~ is under the cut, but before we get to that, some pre-season housecleaning!

As far as i am aware, the official date of the bear cams being turned back on is unknown. Generally speaking, it happens some time in mid-late June -- though many of the bears do not appear until July, since that's when the salmon start arriving.

Usually at this time of year I would be watching (and likely posting occasionally about) the Dumpling Mountain cam, because you can often spot the first bears of the season on it (as little specks in the river) before the other cams are up. However, the Dumpling Mountain cam is currently offline. I've heard rumors that it was damaged in a storm and needs repairs, though i can no longer locate the comment that said that. If anyone has a source on that, please let me know!

The start of the bear cam season is often slow, as the bears wander one by one over to the river. But since the cams turn on in the middle of bear mating season, there's two things i would like to note:

First is that if you watch the cams, you will likely see some bears courting or mating at some point. I will post photos, gifs, and potentially videos of bears courting (as i did last year for 32 chunk's nearly week-long courtship of 101 or 164 Bucky and 901's very very cute extended courtship), but i will not post any photos, gifs, or videos of bears mating. However, I may post text updates about who has been seen mating with who, because i think it's fun in a "world's least harmful reality TV show" kinda way.

Second, mating season means that mother bears who enter into estrus must separate from their cubs. This is sometimes hard for people to watch -- it's always hard on humans to see a family break apart. This year especially, we have many family units that we expect to separate from each other. I will continue to tag all newly-separated subadults with their cub tag until they receive an official identification number.

that's all the bear-related stuff i've got for now -- on to the ~personal update~ below the cut, aka, why i've basically disappeared since the cams ended (whoops).

I posted a while ago about my Mystery B12 Deficiency. Turns out, I also had critically low iron and critically low vitamin D. In addition, my resting heart rate was averaging 110-120bpm, and my blood pressure was Weird Enough that i had to get Approximately One Billion Tests Done. (for anyone curious, i'll explain at the bottom, it's a little involved but i think it's pretty interesting)

We still don't know why my BP is the way it is, because every single test (and there were so many) has come back completely normal. My heart rate is getting lower as my vitamin levels bounce back, which is good! But also, once i started Vitamin D, my severe hypermobility that almost completely disappeared several years ago (and got replaced by very severe muscle pain and stiffness instead) is coming back. rapidly. with a vengeance.

So, between all of the tests and appointments and adjusting to my body very quickly falling apart at the seams again, i have been, uhh, busy. really, really busy. I didn't want to take the whole off-season off from this blog. I really didn't. But I just did not have the time or energy to actually do any of the things I wanted to do. So, now we're here.

Weird Blood Pressure Explainer, for anyone curious: Blood pressure has two numbers, Systolic and Diastolic. Systolic is the top number, and Diastolic is the bottom number. Most people who have "high blood pressure" have either high Systolic pressure or both high Systolic and Diastolic Blood pressure. I am not one of those people. My Systolic blood pressure is Basically Normal, at 115-125-ish. My diastolic blood pressure, however, is in stage 2 hypertension at roughly 90-95. There are very few things that cause this pattern of high blood pressure -- sleep apnea (which i do not have), various endocrine disorders (we did All Of The Blood Tests for these, and all of them were negative), and various kidney disorders (we did both blood tests and extensive imaging for, and all of it was also negative). Also, i had extensive heart imaging done a few months ago, and it's totally normal, so there's nothing wrong structurally or anything. So now we're just waiting to see if it gets worse over time, and otherwise leaving it alone. But my doctors sure are Concerned and Confused in the mean time.

[hotcheetohatredwastaken]

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I just have to know

🍬 ⇢ post an unpopular opinion about a popular fandom character

Okay, so this may not be an unpopular head canon, per se, but it’s one I’ve been seeing less and less over time. And I don't manage to read every fic that passes through this fandom, though I sure try, so feel free to let me know if my analysis is wrong.

I feel like, in the older days of Linked Universe, THoT was a lot more---stoic? just across the board in fic. He was the no-nonsense leader that was often a bit abrasive when it came to how he interacted with the others (as one might claim he is in canon). One thing I've noticed (broad generalization incoming) with Time is that there is a split, now, in how he is characterized. Often, when he is a background character, he remains that stoic leader. However, when he's more of a main focus in a fic (and often Warrior is involved), writers make him a lot more immature, for multiple reasons including that he was raised in a community of children, his internal age is off due to timeline crap, he's just only like 25 and the Chain are a bunch of teenagers that look up to him because he's an "adult", etc. Now, I LOVE both (in fact, I would suggest @breannasfluff Wing Bois AU for the characterization of Time being a main character and yet more of that stoic leader, nevertheless one that still has a carefree side and can still mess up, and I would suggest @wanderlustmagician 's Everything But Blood (Modern AU) of Time being more of an uncertain leader (dad XD) off the top of my head if anyone is looking for fic recs).

That being said, I just love writing stoic Time, especially when he's in the spotlight as opposed to the background. Because a lot of writers are right, he does have all of these influences that, despite the Horrors he's gone through, would make him more childlike---so what has happened to his psyche, that those factors have been so negated, and he's the serious leader that he is today?

So, to conclude, I don't really have an "unpopular" opinion about him, I don't think---there's just a split, and I lean one way rather than the other. That being said, I love both versions of THoT, serious and silly, and he deserves them both so much <3

[icewindandboringhorror]

What is this design even meant to be?? The family on this supernanny episode looks like they just have random rorschach tests plastered on the wall lol

[petrovna-zamo]

[danielnelsen]

it’s interesting seeing how the dogs react to the rain

georgie will only go out to wee when he really has to, he’ll go right at the edge of the grass then run back in. BUT he doesn’t mind being wet once he’s back inside. he’ll just sit on the sofa like normal

but billy will be having fun running around in the rain (he especially enjoys thunderstorms), but HATES being wet once he’s out of the rain. he wipes his feet on the doormat and will spend a few minutes throwing himself at the sofa to dry himself on the blankets

[writersrkive]

Don't shut up | Spencer Reid

summary: Spencer is used to people who constantly tell him to shut up, but somehow, he feels even more embarrassed and sad when he thinks you want him to stop talking after looking at the tired and confused expression you have when he's trying to help you. The thing is you hate when people do that to Spence and would spend years just listening to his voice.

genre: fluff

pairing: Early seasons!Spencer Reid x bau!reader

warnings: mentions of the team shutting Spencer down. Derek and JJ being a little mean to him when he's spreading information. Spencer being a cutie potato. Mention of a stomachache and its causes (mention of miscarriage as one of the causes, but nothing happens). Reader not being a native english speaker, but just a slight mention.

a/n: Dr. Spencer Reid is a genius.... I am not. I literally had to search for information and copy-paste here in some parts, so if there's misinformation, it's Google's fault, lmao. I wrote this yesterday when I was about to sleep, so I'm sorry if something is wrong with the writing (even though I already edited). English isn't my first language, please be kind <3.

Masterlist Spanish ver. On Wattpad (coming soon)

Spencer and you arrived early that morning. He hated being late for anything. He couldn't afford to be late if he wanted to stick as closely as possible to his assigned schedule, especially because he took public transport. On the other hand, you had no choice but to arrive early when you woke up at four in the morning thanks to a severe stomachache and couldn't go back to sleep.

That's how your conversation started. Your genius workmate was surprised to see you, first hour in the morning, when he walked in the office, even before Hotch arrived.

“Are you feeling better?” He asked, furrowing his eyebrows. You couldn't deny that the expression was too cute for your own good.

“Yeah… I think so. It's not even the stomach ache that bothers me, it's the fact that even if I was sleepy, I couldn't fall asleep again. You know? That happens to me a lot. Once I open my eyes, I can't go back to sleep. I've also been feeling mildly unwell for a week, but even though the medication is controlling it, it doesn't stop."

At this point, he already set up his desk, leaving his briefcase on his own chair to walk over to you and sit at your desk, next to the chair you were sitting in, to listen to you attentively and answer.

“The brain works with different phases of sleep: light sleep, deep sleep, and REM sleep. The cycle usually restarts every eighty to one hundred minutes, and we typically have four to six cycles each night.”

Hotch came out of the elevator and walked upstairs after both of you waved at him, and he let out a soft “good morning”. Emily arrived a few seconds later. You greeted her too, as she took place on her desk, but that didn't stop your conversation.

“So, it's completely normal that we wake up in the middle of the night because of that process, but if it is frequent, for three months or more, it may be a symptom of insomnia.”

Your view went to the floor, and your head nodded in a semi-unconscious movement, because although you knew that your sleep cycle was ruined by work, you had not come to that conclusion, maybe that was it.

“Now, the stomachache…” He said, taking one pen from your pencil case to concentrate. He usually never took other people's belongings or shared his own stuff because of the germs, but somehow, after a few years of working together, he had come to have a good amount of closeness with you to borrow some stuff from you. Months ago, it hadn't gone unnoticed by Penelope that Spencer had a box full of pens reserved for you, in case you needed one, nor the fact that he denied JJ one of them once, when the blonde girl needed something to write with quickly.

“The causes can be the most common, such as gas, indigestion, a muscle injury, or stress. Although there are also more serious causes: gastrointestinal infections, inflammatory bowel disease, irritable bowel syndrome, ectopic pregnancy or miscarriage..."

“Wow, what are you trying to do? Scare her?” Derek's voice invaded the place and Emily smirked.

“What? No, I'm just saying the possibilities…” Spencer whispered, looking down, a little worried that he might actually scared the person he cared more, besides his mom.

“It's okay.” You answer loud enough so your friends and coworkers would hear. “Thanks, Spence. I already went to the doctor, so I have none of… those.” I gave him a little smile. “But about stress…” The sentence hung in the air, so Spencer looked up and continued speaking automatically.

“Stress can cause stomach pain because the autonomic nervous system of the gastrointestinal tract reacts to the same hormones and neurotransmitters as the brain. This is because the digestive system is connected to the nervous system, and the enteric nervous system, which is located in the digestive system, is able to send and receive impulses and assimilate emotions.” He started to talk faster.

Your focus on the genius boy and his explanation was sincere, but maybe it was the fact that you didn't rest well, plus the fact that he was speaking too fast and not vocalizing all the syllables, that for a moment your brain didn't process what he was saying.

It was weird. At some point you didn't even hear words, just sounds from his mouth. That didn't happen to you for a really long time because you already had experience with the native speakers, even if english wasn't your mother language. The exhausting feeling of not being able to sleep well was definitely to blame.

While your brain was coming to that conclusion, Spencer could only see your furrowed brow, tense jaw, tilted head, and dissociated look.

“You want me to shut up, right?” That whisper was enough for you to come back to reality. His cheeks were red and his eyes looked a little sad, not to mention the way his mouth formed a line like whenever he felt awkward.

“Yes, please!” Derek answered instead, leaning back in his seat and looking up with his arms outstretched as if he'd had to deal with seven unsubs in the five minutes he'd been there, listening from his place to the information Spencer was giving you.

“Little genius boy got excited… again.” JJ said, looking at some documents in front of her, opening her eyes wide in an expression of tiredness and disinterest.

The young profiler stood up from your desk thinking about returning to his chair, a little embarrassed, but you took his pinky with yours —that way you wouldn't make him feel uncomfortable in case he wasn't in the mood for physical touch, something he refused unless it was you. Again, another special treat—. “Wait. It wasn't like that.” Hazel eyes looked at you intently, still with a bit of doubt. “I'm sorry Spencer. Yes, you got excited, but that's not something bad.”

“It isn't?” He questioned.

“No, but you started to speak fast, and the fact that there are some words that I have a hard time processing in English and I couldn't quite catch what you were saying because I didn't sleep enough, well, that distracted me. Would you mind repeating it again, slower?” This time, you were the one with warm cheeks.

“Oh. Are you sure you don't want me to shut up?” The boy was actually intrigued and a little surprised.

“Why would I want that?” The fact that your teammates often shut Spencer up when he tried to share extra information, or information that he had been asked about, was something you had noticed from the moment you started working with the team. You thought that was rude. You understood that sometimes Spencer got excited, gave information that was perhaps better saved for another time since you were investigating a case, or people could be tired and want silence, but the team either silenced him or made fun of him most of the time. Plus, there weren't many other things you liked more than hearing his voice.

The sweet, soothing tone of his words helped you sleep on the jet after a long case, or made you want to hear more about whatever he was talking about. Feeling like he was sharing with you, a mere mortal, some of the vast knowledge he had was nice.

“I'm always happy to hear whatever you need to say, even if it's about something I don't understand. And, right now, you are helping me a lot, so, please, don't shut up.” The crimson color returned to the tall boy's face, this time not because he was uncomfortable. Your kind and somewhat complicit smile made his heart race, like almost every time he was with you. Spencer knew that no matter how tired he got, he would never shut up if you wanted him to keep talking.

[general-kenobis]

Hi! I wanted to ask if you could write a eddie x reader where they have been together for a few years and his band broke through so he is doing tours and stuff and reader knows he's loyal but still feels insecure about herself and when she confesses to eddie he assures her there is no one else and when they make love he proposes? ^^

Hi!! This is definitely something that would happen to me if I was reader and omg that would be such a lovely moment if it was real! You said "make love" but I went too far with this one, sorry 🥲 They hadn't seen each other in months in this story!

Word count: 3k

Warnings: SMUT (18+ MDNI), established relationship, p in v, unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), aftercare, praising, choking kink

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Eddie and his band were selling out arenas too fast lately. Corroded Coffin used to play at night clubs and small bars, until they had been getting invitations to perform at weddings and birthday parties as well. That was almost three years ago. Now, the lead singer of the metal band has been on magazine covers and headlines as they have been selling out huge arenas.

From state to state in the US, he and the guys were also travelling around the world, visiting new places and meeting new people. Meeting fans. It wasn't a big deal to you, especially when you were also making them company through a few dates. But when you stayed home, you felt a little insecure about yourself. Because you know how rock stars and musicians were like sometimes. You've heard multiple stories about lead singers and other band members leaving parties, hotels, etc, with other women hanging around their shoulders.

Eddie would never be one of them. The caring, kind, dork Eddie Munson was never the type. Either it was him, or Gareth, or Jeff, who would reassure you there was no one else in his life, and it was enough for you to put it past you. They had a week off recently, all of them deciding to take a small trip to the Caribbean. The boys weren't heavy partiers, choosing a destiny that was purposely for rest only. And they meant it.

He bought you a plane ticket right before he departed from France. He was excited to see you again after a few months apart from you, it was getting on his nerves how much he missed you and how much he wanted to kiss you. As a matter of fact, he wouldn't shut up about it to his friends, who were seemingly getting bothered by his talkative ass.

"I don't care, I miss my sunshine" He shrugged Gareth off during the flight after his friend told him to keep his tongue into his mouth.

The guy beside him rolled his eyes to the back of his head and groaned.

"Besides," Eddie drawled, "Aren't you the one who desperately needs to bang his crush for the good of the Earth?"

Gareth almost choked at his quip and elbowed his rib, ripping a heave out of his lips from the aggression. He still didn't care, he was so high up on his emotions that he even bought you your favorite flowers, lilies.

They had drawn attention at the hotel's restaurant. A few guests lined up to get pictures and autographs as they held a huge smile on their faces. One of the girls, a short brunette, stood beside Eddie while he attended the other fans. She wouldn't stop ogling him, her small hand wrapping her fingers around his bicep for attention. He wasn't giving her any. Jeff watched her with side eyes, shaking his head at the sight they've grown used to at this point. So many groupies trying to get a glimpse of them, most of them always jumping at Eddie, trying to rip him off from his group at times.

He knew better than to actually give them attention. Instead, he shoved her hand off and walked past the few people, walking towards the bar along with the guys. They had been sitting there, sharing a few drinks for almost two hours when you arrived. There was still a wave of fans outside the area, trying to catch their attention, some girls standing behind the glass door almost gawking at them. As soon as Gareth caught sight of you, he flew off the chair and sprinted towards you, wrapping you in a tight hug. It was the attention you were having that sparked a reaction at the attempted groupies, who started calling you names in whispers.

From the back of your friend's head, you saw the way Eddie was expectantly waving at you with the widest grin on his face, just as his other band mates. They love you, they truly, utterly, worship you and you feel the same about them. You walked to your boyfriend, finally giving him that longing hug, crushing him. Your lips connected into a desperate kiss and you missed his smell. The softness of his hair, the roughness of his fingers digging into your waist.

"God, get a room" Jeff quipped, drinking the rest of his Jagermeister, swatting Eddie's hand as he flipped his friend off.

"Missed you so much, sunshine" He whispered over your lips, one of his hands reaching your face.

"I missed you more, Eds" You raked your fingers through the nape of his hair and caged his lower lip between your teeth. It made him sigh through your mouth, his other hand almost marking your waist.

That was the push he'd been waiting for. He missed your touch, the way you provoke him and make him lose his mind. He dropped his hand from your face, reaching for your hand, interlacing your fingers. Eddie didn't want to waste any other minute apart from you. He left his friends behind at the bar, following to his hotel room. He pushed you against the wall of the elevator, latching onto your neck as his teeth grazed against your skin. Your soft whimper filled the air as your hands flew up to his hair, pulling a fistful of his strands, making him groan against you.

Eddie eagerly closed the door behind him, his hand still attached to yours as he made his way to the bed with you following suit. He pushed you down the mattress and hovered over you. He trailed kisses along your jaw, down to your neck, reaching your chest. Both of his hands gripping your tits tightly, his ringed fingers squeezing them.

Your legs crossed against his hips, pulling him closer to your already heated core. He trailed your skin back up, ghosting his lips over your mouth, his breath fanning you. He smelled like Negroni and it made your head spin a little. You were making him get too hard already, his jeans straining against his cock.

You broke the kiss, looking up at him with curious eyes. There was a flash of something he didn't know how to read. "Those girls outside, did you–"

You trailed off, meaning to ask him if they had invited them to the bar. Eddie's lip curled upwards and pecked your lips. "No, sweetheart. They just wanted some attention, but we didn't give them any"

"Okay" You breathed, feeling your cheeks flush with embarrassment. "Good"

He knew what that question meant. And as he straddled you, he leaned an elbow for support and held your jaw. "There's nothing to worry about, babe. I swear. It's just you, and you only"

Eddie used the same hand to roam over your body, until he reached the hem of your dress. "It's always been you" He left a wet kiss on your earlobe, breathing against your skin, where he left goosebumps.

The one hand lifted your dress up, his fingertips ghosting over your skin before he squeezed your tight and spread it open. "Just you, baby" He rasped against your mouth, finally closing the gap between you two with a hurried kiss. Your tongues clashed together, a hunger possessing his body as he sucked your lower lip, ripping a moan out of you. He could feel your dripping cunt over the fabric, pushing it to the side as he spread your folds with his fingers, collecting the slick of your slit, stroking your skin up and down until he reached your aching nub.

Eddie had always been skilled with his hand, always knowing what to do and how to do it. His calloused fingers started to rub circles, slowly and softly, before his middle finger slipped to your entrance, your pussy swallowing it. "Eddie, oh God" You mewled between the kiss.

He started pumping you faster, adding two more fingers, curling them until they reached the most sensitive spot inside of you. Your hips were rolling against his hand, all while his thumb pressed against your clit.

His other hand was cradling your face, his mouth wandering around your neck, leaving pepper kisses all over it. They were subtle, he never liked to suck and leave marks. Not there, either way. When he noticed your legs were almost giving out, he pulled his fingers out of you, bringing them to his face. It wasn't a surprise for you whenever he did that. He opened his mouth and sucked your juices. His chin was glistening from your slick and he hummed in appreciation.

He pulled the dress out of your body, holding his glance towards your breasts. "I fucking missed you so much, sunshine" He breathed, lifting his shirt off, throwing it away. You helped him undress himself, the enormous bulge against his underwear leaving a wet patch from the precum. You slid your hand down his stomach, reaching for the waistband of his boxer, pulling the fabric down until his hardness sprung free. It was a little above average, the girth was impressive as well as the pink tip.

You could never wrap your head around the fact that he could fit you and even then, you could swallow him without gagging. He didn't want any of that tonight. He had other plans for this day. He had it all figured out and he wanted you to have a good time. He still had a whole week ahead with you. You could only pump him a few times, fingers stroking his tip, pulling him out of his misery for a few seconds, before he placed both hands on your hips and whirled you. Your ass facing him, your back arching with expectancy.

You felt a pang of giddiness as soon as he spread your legs apart and latched onto your cunt from behind. His tongue spreads your folds, slipping between them. He flicked your clit and pulled your sensitive skin between his teeth as he sucked on it. Your hips buckled with the pleasure he was giving you. He danced with his tongue, selfishly swallowing all of your wetness, while his throat left a grunting noise. Eddie was eating you out, making you stumble upon your moans, his palm slapping against your ass making you jolt forward.

"So good. You taste fucking amazing, baby" He praised, his hot breath hitting your slit. His tongue found your entrance and he fucked you into oblivion. His head shaking for good measure as he left marks on your ass. He moved his head up and down against you, licking stripes up and sucking on your clit, holding you into place. His nose was nudging against your pussy that was already throbbing and clenching around nothing.

His free hand was squeezing your waist, holding you for support, preventing you from falling forward. You could hear his own moans, his grunts, as he pushed your ass against his face, feeling the numbness of your body. A blissful feeling as you were reaching your apex, but he stopped and you whined.

"You're such a good girl" He said, brushing his cock against your slick folds that were almost dripping with his spit. His tip slid up and down as he tapped it against your clit. "You like that, huh?"

You nod, throwing your head back as your mouth falls agape from the excess of lust. Eddie's nails dig on your skin when he pushes his cock deep inside you, slapping his waist against your ass with a single, hard thrust. He snakes a hand to wrap around your throat, squeezing your windpipe carefully so he would choke you slightly. "Please fuck me, Eddie" You pleaded.

He felt a lump burning in his throat for the way he was craving for you. He quickened his pace, pounding on you harder, making the tip of his cock hit your walls mercilessly. There was a bead of sweat dripping from his face, down his neck, along his chest. He forgot to tie his hair and now his curls were messy and damp already. You cried out when his palm met your asscheek once more, your elbows almost giving in from the way you were losing balance.

Eddie slapped and slapped his balls onto your clit, feeling the roll of your hips against him, squeezing him as you clenched around his cock and he throbbed inside of you. There wasn't a time where he wouldn't fuck you dumb, but the span time of months since he last saw you made him starve. He loved you, it aches. He praises you every time you're together. He likes to worship you, to show everyone you're his and no one else's.

His fingers dug on your neck from the pressure he was making, you were gasping for air, almost out of breath, but the burning feeling of arousal kept growing each passing second. He pulled out of you with a whimper, rolling you around so you were lying on your back, facing him.

His pupils were blown, his mouth parted weather from the heaving or from the way he was looking at you. Eddie spread your legs apart again, bending them and pulling them over his arms, before pushing into you without a single support of his hands. Your face contorted with pleasure, his cock pounding into you until it hit your uterus.

He threw his head back and moaned. He growled, grunted, moaned and whimpered and didn't care he was being loud. His hair was bouncing with the rhythm of his thrust, sweat coating him entirely, his happy trail all wet as well. He leaned down, your legs almost wrapped around his midsection, going deeper and further into your pussy without breaking the pace.

His hand found your face and cradled your cheek, his thumb stroking your pulse point with tenderness. His lips found yours in a desperate kiss, tongue fiercely clashing against yours, savoring you entirely.

"Fuck baby, I'm gonna cum" He panted against your mouth, ragged breathing as he thrusted against you. His lips closing in on yours in a starving kiss.

Eddie changed his pace and pounded on you in a slight push, only to thrust harder into you, pulling back and repeating the motion. Your hips started to roll against his cock again, your pussy throbbing around him as you started to feel your own pleasure building up quickly. "Eddie, I wanna cum. Please, please, please. Eddie I-"

He broke down first, your whimpering made his ears buzz with exhilaration, while his hips stuttered and he spurted inside of you, his seed coating your walls avidly as he lets out a strangled groan. He was still hovering over you, your breaths finding each other in the middle, before you gasped. He opened his eyes to look at your furrowed brows. "Open your eyes. Look at me, sunshine" He demanded.

You only had time to look through your lashes when you reached your own high, your legs finally giving out and falling limp into the mattress. Eddie had stopped his thrusts only when he climaxed, but now he was overstimulating you with his still half-hardened cock, pulling in and out of you with soft pounds. Your hands squeezed his biceps and you could feel your orgasm washing over you in a thundering wave. You couldn't stop shuddering under Eddie, his own hands finding your waist to soothe you.

"You did so good, baby. You were fucking amazing" He praised you. He waited until you came down off your high and pulled out of you, both whining with the lack of contact.

He dressed himself first, before cleaning you up afterwards. He picked one of his shirts and an underwear, handing them to you. It was only a matter of minutes until his life changed forever.

He found the small box sitting on the drawer, next to the picture of the two of you he brought with him. You were lying on your side when you caught him staring at some blank point, before coaxing him into talking. Eddie walked back to the bed, kneeling in front of it as he was holding the small velvet box in one hand, the other one extending towards you to hold your hand. You squint your eyes and chuckle in confusion. More like surprise, at that.

"Eddie, what's this?" You ask, sitting up, dropping your legs over the edge of the bed.

He licked his lips before grinning, looking down at the box in his hand. "Baby, you have no idea how much you mean to me. And I know how insecure you feel about yourself but trust me, there's no one else I would love more than you"

His thumb was caressing your hand and you could feel his trembling fingers squeezing you. "I've gone through this for a couple of months. And the guys helped me find the perfect gift for you, they talked me into this too. I wanted this reunion to be the best part of this week off"

He cleared his throat and opened the lid with his other thumb. The shining ring sitting perfectly inside of the box, reflecting the sparkle in your eyes as you sighed in awe. "I truly mean this when I say that you are the most important part of my life, sunshine. Fuck the band, fuck the guys. Fuck the money and shit, all I care about is you. Will you marry me?"

"Oh my God, yes! Of course, Eddie!" You jumped up and wrapped him tight without hesitation. "I will always say yes to you"

Eddie swiped the tear that was threatening to fall from your eyes, bringing your face closer to him, enveloping his lips around your chaste kiss. "I love you, baby" He breathed.

"I love you too, Eds"

He smiled widely at you, finally sliding the beautiful sparkly ring on your finger, watching as you looked at it in awe. That was the perfect reassurance you needed from him.

[racinggirl]

that's my girl

Lando Norris fic - requested

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a/n: it took me a bit longer as I have been quite busy this last week, but it's hereeee! I hope you like it, I have to say I love badass Y/N a lot, so thank you for the request! It's a bit shorter, but we need some variation in life, don't we? Let me know your thoughts! It's not proofread, so be aware for any minor mistakes, if there are some. Lots of loveeee. Don't forget to send in requests! I love all the requests I've gotten so far 🫶🏼

‘’What kind of snacks do you want?’’ You asked your boyfriend as you were preparing some somewhat healthy snacks before he would go live on Twitch. You were filling up a bowl with Maltesers because, let’s be honest, who doesn’t like those? You then decided to grab a knife and cut the cheese and cucumber to make the tray snacks somewhat healthier.

‘’Can you lay on the tray?’’ Lando wrapped his arms around your waist from behind, causing you to tilt your head when he planted soft kisses on your neck. ‘’You already had that snack not too long ago, mister Norris.’’ You teased, keeping your eyes closed as you felt his hands making its way under your shirt, close to your bra.

‘’Nah, ah.’’ You put down the knife and took both his hands in yours, moving them down and placing them on your hips before reaching back for the knife. Your action caused him to groan, and you simply smirked as you felt how much he needed you, because let’s be honest here, it was impossible to not feel him through his jeans.

‘’Grapes, mango?’’ You continued, focussing back on the tray of deliciousness in front of you. ‘’Chocolate covered strawberries.’’ He replied, walking to the fridge. ‘’Yeah, ehm, about those…’’ You bite your lip as you looked over at the – way too perfect – McLaren driver, who happened to be your boyfriend.

‘’No, you ate them?’’ He asked, turning 45 degrees to look at you with puppy eyes. ‘’Oh stop it! You ate my piece of cake the other day!’’ You laughed, feeling his hands on your body as he tickled you. ‘’Lando! Stop!’’ You managed to breathe out in between your laughter.

‘’You ate my strawberries!’’ He exclaimed; his arms wrapped tightly around you as you tried to somehow escape his grasp. But he was strong, of course he was, he was a Formula One driver.

Talking about his job, you were proud of him. The two of you had been dating for a few years now, the world only finding out in your 3rd year of dating each other. You had no idea how because you never purposely tried to be secret about it. You never went out in public, never really posted about one another on your socials, either. You only really started doing that when people noticed your relationship.

You were almost done with your degree now, though. Meaning you had more time to come to some of his races. You loved going there, not only to support your boyfriend, but also to learn about all the behind the scenes of the sport. It was something that fascinated you ever since you started dating Lando.

However, you tried to stay out of the camera’s as much as you could. You never held hands when you walked through the paddock with him; if you walked through the paddock with him. Most of the time you arrived after he did because you either had to finish some online work in the hotel room, or because you wanted to stay out of the spotlight.

You never really enjoyed being in front of the camera’s, hence why you were so invested in all the behind-the-scenes stuff. It wasn’t because you weren’t confident enough, not at all, because you were, and that’s something Lando always admired about you, especially when you started to receive hate. You just never thought being in front of the camera suited you, those cameras around you, people asking questions, it just annoyed you, and you decided you didn’t want to take a part of it.

It didn’t mean you never supported him, though. You were always there for him, and he knew. He never complained, he never told you you weren’t supportive, no. He loved how your relationship was different than the ones from all the other WAGS, he felt like he wasn’t sharing you with the entire world, that you were just his, and that’s exactly how you felt, too.

‘’Good evening chat! Long-time no see, ey?’’ You heard Lando’s smile through the words he just spoke, waving at the camera as he leaned back in his chair. He glanced over at you, his eyes gliding over you before quickly shooting you a wink. You laughed and rolled your eyes at his action, simply knowing the chat would comment on his wink.

‘’I’m good, enjoying the off season as much as I can.’’ He smirked. ‘’Aren’t we, babe?’’ He asked and you got up, looking at him with a raised eyebrow. ‘’I for sure am.’’ You winked before walking to the kitchen to get your snacks.

You always were seated outside of the camera’s view. As much as you loved staying out of the cameras at the track, you did the same whenever he streamed. You never did it purposely, though. You never hid away from the cameras; you simply never purposely were in front of them.

‘’Grabbing snacks!’’ You yelled from the kitchen when you heard Lando read the comments. ‘What’s Y/N doing?’ and ‘Where’s your girlfriend going?’

‘’She’s getting snacks, chat. You won’t believe it, but we actually prepared those for tonight.’’ He smirked, sipping his water as he read through the comments. ‘’We?’’ You asked, raising an eyebrow with a smile. ‘’Right, sorry chat, my lovely girlfriend Y/N prepared the snacks.’’ He said, watching you placing the tray of delicious food in front of him.

‘’I’m just missing one snack on here, but sadly there’s not enough room on the tray for that.’’

‘OMG HE DID NOT JUST SAY THAT’

‘HAHAHAHA Lando naughty naughty boy’

‘DUUUUUUDE LANDO WHAT LMAO’

You sat down next to him, your legs over his as you grabbed a Malteser from the tray. ‘’You’re very original with your jokes tonight, Norris.’’ You smirked, reaching for your phone before you opened TikTok, keeping yourself entertained when Lando continued his stream.

He loved this about you, he loved the fact that even though he was live, streaming and being in front of cameras, you never backed down. You never changed when the cameras were there, you always stayed yourself. That was probably the thing he admired most about you, and things he definitely learned from you.

As the hours went by, the tray of food was nearly empty. You got up a few times to go to the bathroom, get something to drink, get some more snacks and so on. Lando got up to go to the bathroom for the second time this evening, leaving you alone with chat.

You kissed his lips before he left the room, you simply deciding to pop up in front of the camera this time. You read some messages, smiling as they told you you looked beautiful. ‘’Aw, thanks guys, or girls, that’s sweet.’’ You replied, leaning your chin on your hand as you continued reading a few more comments.

The second you heard him coming back in the room, you commented on a question in the chat, Lando sitting next to you with a smile on his face. He loved it when you interacted with his fans, which you sometimes did. It’s not like you were completely offline when it came to the fame he carried with him, you just never really bothered to become an influencer like some others did.

‘’Nah, ah, Norris, they are asking me questions now.’’ You teased, holding your hand up when he started to talk again.

‘HAHA Y/N’s such a vibe’

‘Yeah Lando, we’re chatting with your girl now!’

He simply chuckled, pecking your lips when you looked at him and he then enjoyed the scenery he saw in front of him.

After a while, you got up from your chair, going to the kitchen to refill your glass of water for the fourth time that evening, and made your way back to the room when you heard your boyfriend reading some comments out aloud.

‘Y/N doesn’t love him, she never holds his hand in the paddock, what a supportive WAG.’

You furrowed your eyebrows at that comment, and just as Lando was about to say something to defend you, you put your glass of water on the table in front of you.

‘’Last time I checked, my job title wasn’t ‘WAG’. I’m an engineer, not a runway model.’’

Lando looked at you, amazed, proud, and smiling like an idiot. ‘’You heard her, chat.’’ He smirked. ‘’That’s my girl.’’ He whispered happily.

The end of the stream was nearing, and you got up to head to bed. ‘’Goodnight, babe, I’ll see you in a bit.’’ You whispered before placing a kiss on his lips, smiling against them as he returned the favour. You glanced over at chat one last time, feeling Lando’s hand on the back of your upper leg.

‘’Next time I’ll open the ‘WAGs Handbook’ to catch up on some of my duties.’’ You smirked at the chat. ‘’Goodnight chat, sleep tight.’’ You blew them a kiss before walking out of the room, heading straight to bed.

Not long after you positioned yourself in the king-size bed Lando had in his bedroom, you heard the door opening; your boyfriend making his way to you. ‘’You’re amazing, please never change.’’ He whispered and pressed his lips on yours, firmly.

Later that season

[aklaustaleteller]

Hi sweetie! Hope you're doing well. Could you write a Klaus Mikaelson x reader (the reader is Hope's bio mom, so the whole Dahlia betrayal didn't happen and no one was turned into a wolf) where it's set in season 3, the reader and Klaus are married and happy until Aurora comes along, and with her jealousy she makes y/n believe she and Klaus slept together (they didn't) so they have a big fight where Klaus didn't deny he slept with her (cause he was hurt she didn't trust him and stuff) causing them to split out. They only saw each other because of Hope, and they were verbally hostile towards each other (not much, just petty arguments) and after a while he kills Aurora bcs she threatened yn (or something similar) and they go back together and it's all fluff.

Have a great day!

Said Yes To Heaven

Y/n and Klaus are in love, happy and overwhelmed, especially since having welcomed their newborn baby only weeks ago. But what happens when an unwanted guest appears on their doorstep out of the blue, and suddenly Y/n isn't sure if she's just going crazy or there truly has been some infidelity?

Warnings - Mentions of pregnancy, blood, thoughts + scenes of trying to unalive someone else, and some light after-birth changes/affects our reader is going through.

Word Count - 4.6k

Masterlist | please reblog the fic if you like it!

So, long time no see, everyone? Hahah, it's surreal to me how you have stuck around, but I'm very glad at the same time :) Thank you for sending in this request, anon, and I'm sorry for taking so long! This is part 1/2 and this mainly has fluff, as I wanted to show you the happiness and all about this family before I tore it down in the next part (just so it'd hurt a little better, yanno?) Anyways, I'm a little rusty but I hope you'll enjoy this one even a little and I'll let you go now! Have fun reading <3

UPDATE: You can now read part two here!

Klaus took a few steps back from his doorstep, looking rather unpleasant to see his guest for the day. Because of course, out of the very blue, his ex-lover had been reminded of him. On the very day he had woken up to a crying baby and a cranky wife who was high on hormones after just having given birth.

Some days, he just couldn't get it right. But today was going to be the hardest of it all and he was not ready to face the music.

"Aurora," Y/n spoke from somewhere behind Klaus, her voice carrying a threatening echo. "To what do we owe the pleasure?" She was approaching the door slowly, her eyes and tone an exact contrast to the welcoming words falling out of her mouth like sweet honey.

Klaus' shoulders relaxed when Y/n brushed against him while she moved past to stand in front of him, making him lean against the doorframe.

"It's a lovely day, isn't it?" Aurora spoke, her voice like a little girl’s – sweet and gentle. But Klaus saw straight through it as well as the tick in his wife's jaw. "Heard that you gave birth to a baby g --"

Before Aurora could've finished, Y/n had her pinned to the doorframe opposite to the one Klaus was leaning against.

"Don't you even dare speak of my family," Y/n snarled, her fingers digging into the woman's throat as everything in her told her to rip it out. But before she could've, Klaus' lulling voice began slipping into her ears.

"Now, love," He said softly, grabbing a hold of her shoulders and bringing her back into him, knowing fully well that this wasn't something she truly wanted to do. Then, tucking her lone hair strand back into her braid, he cupped her cheeks – "Why taint the porch with her blood, hm?"

"Because I'd rather see her dead than listen to that filth for another second," she smiled sweetly, her anger evident in the grit of her teeth.

And she'd just begun turning to take a look at an embarrassingly flushed Aurora, when a cry tore through the silent household. For a small second, both Klaus and Y/n shut their eyes, taking a deep breath simultaneously before Y/n was walking back into the house.

"Take a nap with her, why don't you?" Klaus proposed, his back facing the unwanted guest. "I'll take care of this and join you two in a bit," he nodded, passing the exhausted mother of his little girl a sweet smile, encouraging her.

Then he turned back around, almost shutting the door behind him to keep whatever noise was to come at bay.

"What do you think you're doing here, Aurora?"

"I just wanted to see you, Niklaus," she muttered softly, taking a step closer to him. "I miss you," she confessed, reaching to place her hands on his chest.

He backed away just in time, releasing a sharp breath. "I didn't suspect you to be so idiotic and careless with your life," he said sharply.

"Only for you, Klaus." She was looking up at him with a million emotions swirling in her eyes. But Klaus knew better than to not notice malice being one of them.

"Whatever you're planning to do, drop it," he gritted through his teeth. "And stay far, far away, from my family," he warned her as he walked her off their porch and out of their house’ perimeter, tempting the woman in front of him to backtrack.

"Don't test me against this Aurora,” he started, his hands placed behind his back but his frame remained all the more intimidating.

“I will kill you if you even bat an eye in the direction of this house," he was almost beginning to shake now, trying his best to keep his anger at bay and not cause any destruction out here while his little family rested inside the house not too far away.

Leaving her standing, Klaus turned to get back in the house when Aurora called out his name.

"You love me, though! You know you love me," she shouted at him, and Klaus' eyes glowed golden, knowing exactly what she was trying to do here.

And the moment she saw his eyes, she stumbled a little.

"I know you love me, do you not?" She managed to croak out just before Klaus had his hand wrapped around her throat, enhancing the bruising his wife had marked earlier.

"This is your final warning," he growled in her ear before slamming her against the wall behind her, walking away and trying to lose his temper at the same time as he entered the house and shut the door behind him, wincing when a baby's wails followed the noise.

—

As the next morning rolled around, so did the first official day of Summer.

With Hope's little frame already covered in fresh grass, Y/n couldn't foresee the day getting any better. A loud laugh escaped her when Klaus pretended for it to have been hard work getting a hold of the very frantic Hope, who was as happy to see the sun as Y/n was.

"Look who's gotten herself all dirty," Y/n pouted, dusting off as much dirt as she could off of Hope's onesie, while Klaus softly wiped her face.

"Just learned to crawl and of course she's abusing the skill," Klaus murmured, only making his wife laugh again.

Y/n kept Hope caged in her lap with one arm, leaning back on the other one to soak in the sun. She exhaled a deep breath, before turning to look at Klaus, who was already smiling at her.

"You've been such a good father, have I told you that?"

He laughed at that, looking down to hide the blush creeping up his neck, and nodding with his eyes still set on the little ducklings printed on the blanket they were sitting on.

"You have," he began softly. "Many times, actually," huffing out a laugh, he looked up again, now catching Hope's big wondrous eyes as well.

"Good."

With a light groan, Klaus moved to lay beside her. "Hope couldn't have a better mum, though."

"Wouldn't want her to have another mum anyways," she laughed, leaning in just a bit to press a chaste kiss to the corner of his mouth that was curled in a grin.

And as the beautiful day passed them by, with Hope's full cheeks turned red due to the amount of fun she'd had, and Y/n's heart swollen with all the love she couldn't muster up properly at all, no matter how hard she tried – and Klaus knew that he could give it his all and still be unable to put this keen feeling rushing under his skin upon a canvas.

They'd truly said yes to heaven, when they'd said yes to each other on that one day in particular.

So, once they had shuffled back inside their house due to the chilliness increasing, Klaus made his way straight to the kitchen to heat up the leftovers while Y/n changed Hope’s clothes upstairs, in their bedroom. It didn't take long for the tired little girl to slip into sleep's arms and for her head to lull to the side, while Y/n was rocking her back and forth. So she stacked pillows around Hope’s body and went back down to Klaus, reaching just in time when a there was a knock on the door.

Now, with whatever Y/n had been expecting to come across, Aurora Martel at her door once again, was not it.

As she stood still on her ground, looking into the very woman's eyes who was not even supposed to be here anymore, her eyes began to fade to black only for the golden rim of a Hybrid to come through -- to caution the vampire standing in front of her before she attacked.

Because while Y/n hadn’t mentioned it to Klaus, she had heard her fake little love confession to Klaus yesterday and thought about the multiple ways she could unalive Aurora. 

But she decided against putting in such effort and put her body through another wave of pain for the day. She was going to go about his normally, after all, she was the mother of the very man's child that this woman had clearly come after. And his wife, as well.

"Aurora De Martel, the hopeless-romantic human, who only grew more daring once turned into a vampire, at my doorstep all over again," Y/n began, walking to complete a circle around the woman.

"Not an ounce of stupidity was shred in the process-- you know, of your turning; I suppose, since you're clearly still in possession of it," Y/n continued. 

Once she was in front of Aurora again, she took a step closer, the gaze of a predator still present in her eyes.

"Cat got your tongue darling?" She spoke, tilting her head to the side. "Where's that feisty little Vampire that I remember, hm?"

"I'm not that person anymore," Aurora began, struggling once Y/n had her in a choke hold again.

"No need to be a stinking liar, Aurora." Y/n gritted, dropping the choking one on the ground. "I can smell your intentions from miles away."

Y/n didn't tend to be such a threatening and volatile person, that was the reason that she'd fit so well with Klaus. And yet, she wasn't quite sure as to why she'd brought up this side of hers. She knew she wasn’t afraid or insecure that Aurora might get to Klaus; not at all.

But what she did know was that Klaus’ lovers popping back up only made her heart thud because of the potential danger they put Hope in.

She scoffed when Aurora scrambled to her feet, hands around her neck as she swallowed thickly.

“How are you, Y/n?” She croaked out, looking ahead of her despite the fact that Y/n was right by her side, now making another round around her. 

“Hm, concerned, I’d say,” Y/n hummed. “For you, of course.”

Maybe the pregnancy had changed more about her than she’d originally thought. Or maybe, and hopefully, Y/n thought, it was just the hormones. 

“How’s Klaus?” Aurora asked, mustering up the courage to turn and look Y/n in the eyes. “I supposed he’d be here,” she shrugged, "with you." The venom in her voice could be well detected, especially when she mentioned Y/n. And while her guards were high up, prepared for the hybrid to rip her to shreds -- she still held the fake confidence that that won't happen. 

“Why don’t you ask him yourself? I’m sure he’d love to have a chat,” Y/n smiled at her before she walked into the house, towards the room she knew Klaus was putting away Hope’s stray toys in – but not before passing Aurora a cautioning glare, warning her against doing something stupid in her absence. 

“Klaus?” She asked softly, entering the dark room, her eyes already following his figure as he put away the box of toys.

“We have a guest, I hear?” Klaus asked, walking up to her with a lazy smile. One of his arms snuck around her waist to pull her into him to press a kiss on her mouth. 

“No actually – we have a doting lover on our door,” Y/n chuckled. “She’s eager to see you again,” she shrugged, quickly going back to press a kiss on Hope’s forehead before grabbing a very confused Klaus’ hand, leading him outside. 

“Aurora,” he realised in annoyance, a deep frown in between his brows as he caught her sight from the top of the stairs. His mind was racing through a million things, the loudest question in there was, what in the hell was she doing here again? Didn't he warn her just yesterday?

“Isn’t it a pleasant surprise?” Y/n smiled brightly, coming to a halt herself. “I’ll leave you two to it,” she said, ignoring Klaus’ pleading look with an inner laugh as she turned away, most likely to arrange the dishes for their awaiting and heated dinner.

"Just make sure she doesn't ever dare to lose her way and end up here, again," she said, looking straight into Aurora's eyes before crossing over to the kitchen. 

And from the corner of her eye, she saw Klaus shut the door behind him. So, trusting him against making a mess, she quickly cleaned up the kitchen before she was making her way upstairs to Hope’s room, to now feed her some formula and put her to sleep for the night. 

"Are you in there, little wolf?" Y/n spoke from just outside the door, a silly grin on her face as she waited for the same reply she got everyday.

A random babbling noise that showed that Hope was indeed hungry. 

Despite Hope's loud squeak and the sounds of her rolling around in her crib, Y/n walked into the room with the same look on her face – the pretended to have caught her daughter, awake, red handed.

"Hope! You don't wake up once I put you to sleep!" She gasped, swallowing a laugh and reaching with one hand to pick up the little girl, bringing her to sit on her lap while she backed to sit on the rocking chair.

With loud giggles, Hope hit her chest a couple times, grinning up at her while drool began pooling on the boundary of her mouth.

"Uh ah!" Y/n laughed, closing the baby's mouth and watching as she squealed again, this time her palm landing flat on Y/n’s cheek.

Risking a mess by placing the small bowl on her thigh, Y/n held Hope up with her back against her chest and lifted a spoonful.

"Yes!" She cheered when Hope took in the bite without closing her mouth halfway and spilling the rest down her chin.

Slowly and steadily, she let the girl swallow her meal before making her burp.

"Did I get you sleepy, little wolf?" Y/n giggled watching Hope's eyes droop.

"You're so sleepy all the time!" She pouted. "Never got the time on your hands to play with your mummy," chuckling and shaking her head, she got off the chair and walked over to the crib placed near Klaus’ side of the bed upon his insistence, putting the already asleep girl inside.

Lowering with her, Y/n pressed a chaste kiss on her full cheeks that now hung low. Silently, she walked over and peeked out of the door to see if the matter down the stairs had been sorted out.

But she didn't catch sight of either Klaus or Aurora. So, with a sharp frown between her brows and an anxious tick among her fingers, she hurried down the stairs -- only to confirm her first realisation, it seemed.

Knowing that Klaus couldn't have been hurt in any way, she headed back into the master bedroom to get herself into a nice bath and take some time off to relax. 

She lit the candle that Freya had gifted her some time ago, and stepped into the bathtub full of soap foams. Her head lulled back and her eyes shut off, and she began to think of all the time she had been spending building this new little family recently. 

It still felt so surreal, that Hope was finally here. It was all so new and overwhelming, but Y/n knew that neither her nor Klaus would trade this period of their life for anything. It was almost as if everything had fallen into pieces to fit a puzzle the moment they had welcomed their little daughter into this world. 

There was no other source of light in the bathroom apart from the flickering candle, Y/n didn't feel like turning on the bright white light. And, as she began to tune into Hope’s breathing, she felt her heart begin to beat in sync with hers. It would’ve only been silence to human ears, but Y/n could hear the little puffs and the little movements of her mouth that she made in her sleep. 

She could picture Hope’s head lulled to the side, her mouth slightly ajar and her small frame rising and lowering with each breath that she took. Then, Klaus faded into the photo and she could see Hope’s drool slipping onto his arm and drying up there, because of course Klaus had fallen asleep with her on the rocking chair. 

And finally, she entered the picture herself and took the two of them into the master bedroom, laying Hope between the two of them and pressing kisses on both of their foreheads. After turning off the lights, she was looking at the two pieces of her heart sleeping peacefully, because she felt like she couldn’t miss this sight, because she probably won’t feel the time pass before Hope had to be put to sleep in a crib in her own room. 

Just the idea of that brought tears to her eyes. Everything made her cry these days, and she does realise that it’s because of the hormones. But she doesn’t know how to explain the exhaustion of it all. The untrue and mean thoughts she got throughout the day, whether it was regarding her body or her new journey of being a mother and feeling scared that she’d go wrong somewhere and be hated by her own family for the rest of her life. 

Just the energy it took to shut all those thoughts down and to reassure herself, remind herself of what was true and what wasn’t – took so much out of her that when Klaus held her in his arms at the end of the day, she just wanted to let go and fall into pieces, so that he’d bunch her up and tell her or show her stupid brain that Y/n was indeed right and that the thoughts were just her mind playing games. 

Taking in a deep breath, Y/n rose and washed the soap off of her. She could think about this all day and all night, and she could drown in her sorrows for way too long than healthy. But right now, she needed to go and eat dinner if she wanted to sleep on time. 

Which reminded her – she hadn’t heard Klaus come home. Had she missed it, or had he genuinely not come home yet? She began to focus on her hearing, and only came across Hope’s breaths, nothing else. 

Maybe something had occupied him, she thought, wrapping a towel around her and exiting the bathroom. 

—

Klaus was walking in their backyard with Hope in his arms, asleep, as always. He couldn’t balme her though – she was a newborn, after all, and had a lot to register in her brain in the couple hours that she was awake during the day. 

She had been a calm baby so far. The midnight tantrums weren’t as frequent as others had warned him and Y/n about, maybe because they had way more stamina than an average human.

Y/n, right when she had woken up, had been dragged out by Rebekah and Freya. Trust me, Y/n, I’ve been through what you’re going through and it’s been two weeks since you’ve left the house with us! He had heard Rebekah say to Y/n in the kitchen, and he had agreed a hundred percent. 

They had gone out for brunch, and maybe it was because they had a lot to catch up on, that Y/n hadn’t yet come home and it was nearing lunch time. 

And Y/n, as much as she was enjoying her time out in as much sun as New Orleans got on an average, she was dying to go home. She was missing Hope and Klaus and before she could’ve said anything, Rebekah had herself proposed that they should have some dessert already because Klaus and Hope are probably seeing your sight on the doorstep, she’d laughed. 

“I think I’m gonna walk home, the weather’s really nice,” Y/n said when Rebekah began to try and convince her for a lift in her car. 

“Oh, okay!” Rebekah laughed. “You have come out after a long time, so sure!”

Y/n just passed the woman a narrow-eyed glare as she was hugging Freya. 

“Juut text us when you reach home,” Freys said, walking off towards her car. 

Y/n nodded, bidding goodbye and watching the two drive off before she dropped her smile and sighed. God, her cheeks hurt from how much she’d been smiling and laughing. 

She had only walked a couple paces away from their eating spot when she heard footsteps. It was a busy time, a nice day, so many people were out and about. The city was kind of bustling. But still, Y/n turned to look and immediately, she groaned, coming to a pause. 

“Seriously, Aurora?” She almost whined. “You take annoying someone to a whole another scale,” she said with a face that was genuinely twisted into annoyance and irritation. 

“C’mon Y/n,” Aurora said with a newfound confidence, drawing Y/n’s attention right away. “Can’t you have a chat with me, too? Just us girls?” She grinned, and then rolled her eyes when she saw that flash of Hybrid golden in Y/n’s eyes. 

“I’m not here to fight,” she said. “I’m here to make friends with you,” shrugging, she dared to take a step closer, testing the waters. 

“Don’t be so over confident, Aurora,” Y/n gritted, having pinned the woman on a wall. “It almost got you killed, right this moment,” she said, giving her a final flash of her eyes before getting up and walking away. She was not in the mood to kill today, especially not after the amazing brunch she’d had not too long ago. 

But of course, Aurora was too dumb to get that, Y/n noted as she heard feet jogging to catch up to her pace. 

“Just talk to me this once, and I swear I’ll never show you my face ever again,” Aurora rushed to speak, desperate to get Y/n to stop.

They were still a little far from her home, Y/n realised. She could very conveniently kill her right now, and not get blood anywhere near her family home. 

“What?” She asked instead, coming to a stop. 

“I get why you married Klaus now,” Aurora spoke, a smile creeping up on her mouth. Y/n didn’t want to admit that there was a blush as well. It was probably sunburn, she told herself. 

With a slight roll of her eyes, Y/n forced herself to focus. “What do you mean, Aurora?” She asked her, ready to snap her neck if she tried to beat around the bush once more. 

“I mean, you two got together, had a baby so early on in your marriage. I now realise that it’s because he is so good in bed, you had to lock him down somehow, didn’t you?” She laughed, not noticing the gold swarming Y/n’s eyes as she smiled at the ground, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear. 

“I would too. Guess I got a bit late, huh?” She continued with a joke, and then stopped. 

Y/n didn’t even talk to her girlfriends like this. How dare this dumb little piece of work, dare to speak of her and Klaus in such a manner? So, she sped through her movements and sunk her fingers in Aurora’s throat, cleansing her insides.

“I rushed. Think I would’ve liked ripping out your dirty fucking tongue instead,” Y/n hissed, her mouth right next to Aurora’s ear and she was so close she could hear the loud thudding of her heart. It made her feel good, and she almost didn’t want to kill her becuase that noise was music to her ears right now. 

Aurora couldn’t say anything, the only noise she could muster up was the sound of choking, because she was. And she was pretty sure her blood was rushing to places inside her where it shouldn’t be. 

But then, something came over Y/n and she slipped her hand out of Aurora’s throat, leaving it intact as she wiped the blood on the very woman’s clothing. “Sleep good. Maybe some rest will knock some sense into you. After all, all this stalking and annoying someone must be exhausting,” Y/n spoke with an understanding shake in her head. 

And then, before Aurora could even realise much, Y/n had her hand placed near her throat and with that, she snapped her neck, quickly rushing to put her back in her house. She wasn’t cruel or angry enough to leave her asleep in the middle of nowhere. 

But she was riled up enough that she needed to rush home and ask Klaus some questions before her mind could get the better of her. 

She knew that this was the time Hope was usually asleep, and she was praying to the gods above that today wouldn’t be any different. And she opened the door to the house, quickly sensing that Hope was, indeed, asleep but she could hear that Klaus wasn’t.

The shower was running. 

Removing her shoes, she walked to the kitchen and washed her hands in the sink. Then, tiredly, walked over and sat on the sofa in the living room, knowing that Hope was in the master bedroom and they couldn’t talk, potentially argue, there. 

A lot was taken out of her today, and she needed Klaus to reassure her so that she wouldn’t have a breakdown somewhere in the house because it felt like she was going crazy. She knew that he hadn’t done it, knew that he couldn’t have done it. 

But just for the sake of her brain, she needed him to say it. Needed the words to come out of his mouth so that she would know for sure. For she trusted him more than she trusted herself. 

Because right now, her brain was telling her that she had heard Aurora’s love confession that day, but she hadn’t heard Klaus’ reply. Or that Klaus mostly shut the door when she left him with Aurora or how that one night he had come home late after she had left the two of them alone for Klaus to sort out the matters, and he’d told her not to worry about it – that it was nothing and he had taken care of it.

She knew that it truly was nothing. But once, just once, she wanted him to tell her that. 

Waiting and waiting for the shower to turn off, Y/n slipped into a slumber. So when she felt someone close to her, she caught Kalus leaning in to pick her up, probably to carry her to their bedroom. 

“Ah, you’re awake,” he smiled, his gaze so soft and his dimples evident as he instead pressed a kiss to her forehead and stood up straight. “The girls tired you out, hm?” He asked her, raising her head and placing it on his lap once he had sat himself. 

Y/n only mumbled something, before turning to hide her face in his hip area. She couldn’t bring herself to talk to him about this when he was caressing her hair so gingerly, but she knew she had to. 

“I wanted to talk to you about something,” she said then, looked up at him. 

“What is it, love?”

God, this was going to be hard. She sat up and fixed her bed head with her fingers before she looked at him again, this time with a wavering sigh. 

“Did you sleep with Aurora?” 

Klaus’ eyes hardened then – the exact response Y/n hadn’t been longing to receive. 

[the-kr8tor]

lavender + ❣️ with Jason todd where they are at the manor after being out ( prob shopping or smth) and he confesses his love bc a bunch of guys were asking for readers number but she turned them all down and he wanted to be hers and was tired of guys bothering his (soon to be) girl. Hopefully this makes sense lol but you totally don't have to do this. I love you and hope you have an amazing week!! 😘😘

Yay a Jason req! Thank you for being patient! I hope you like your potion 🩷

Pairing: Jason Todd x fem! Reader/ Red Hood x fem! Reader

Word count: 1.7k

Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, CW food mention, Best friends to lovers, Fluff

Katy's one year celebration 🎉

Jason has been uncharacteristically quiet the entire drive to the manor. He doesn't even tap his fingers to the rhythm of the radio playing a cheesy pop song that he keeps telling you that he doesn't like. With one hand he steers the wheel while his elbow rests on the window sill. It's a cool afternoon in Gotham, orange and pink hues shifting along the clouds, the road is still wet from the downpour a few hours ago. His drenched jacket that he used to shield you both from the rain hangs over the backseat.

You watch him with pensive eyes, wracking your brain as to why he's so quiet when he was such a chatterbox back when he was driving to the grocery store. You've almost forgotten what he was talking about, mind reeling from the conclusion that you might've done something to agitate your best friend. Maybe you shouldn't have volunteered to go on a grocery run when Alfred asked, especially that you and Jason planned to hang out at your place. Biting the inside of your cheek, you try to remember what happened at the store to warrant such a stifling silence from Jason— Well, he opened the door for you while he was talking about that new book he was so excited to read. Then he grabbed a cart, pushed it while you had your hand on the end, guiding him, and all the while you two kept chattering on the aisle, taking stuff that was on Alfred's list. And then that was it. Nothing special happened, well except for that one guy with a nice smile who asked you where the cereal was. And that one dude who helped you take the can of beans from the highest shelf while Jason was weighing the blueberries.

You must've looked quite agitated or even constipated because it's now Jason's turn to worry.

“Are you okay? You look like you need to take a shit.” He glances briefly to you, green eyes hiding an emotion you're still trying to ascertain.

“Am I okay? Jay, you're the one who's been silent the entire way.” He enters the manor's gates, shrugging at your words. “We can still hang out at my place after this. I'm sorry we wasted an afternoon buying Damian's sweets.”

There's a small smile on his lips, “that kid eats too much sugar.” Clicking his seatbelt off, he opens the door with a groan, you surmise that his healing knee is still bothering him.

You sigh, getting more anxious at his dodging. Before you could open the door for yourself, you find Jason outside of your door, opening it for you. “C’mon, Jay, talk to me.” Tugging at the hem of his shirt, you smile up at him. “Is it because I ate the donut you left in my fridge?”

Jason furrows his brows, lips pursed, trying not to laugh. “That was yours, babe, I left it for you.”

You blink, hand drifting away from his shirt. He already misses your hold on him. “Oh, thanks.”

“You and Dami share a sweet tooth, so I got it for you.” He leans down, arm placed atop the car, eyes soft and tender. “But thank you for confessing your sins.”

You can't help but ogle at how he looks from below. “...yeah, sure, Jay.” You say in a small tone. It's not the nickname that has you all giddy inside, you're used to his sweet nicknames that he has bestowed upon you. No, it's the thought that he left you a treat because he knows how much you love that triple chocolate donut that has you bouncing off the walls after eating it.

So it's not the donut, then why the hell does he have a stick up his finely toned ass?

Jason leaves your side, the cologne you bought him lingering around you. He opens the trunk, carrying every single plastic bag with both hands. You finally stand up after being weak in the knees after the simple look he gave you. Walking towards him to help, he's already halfway inside the mansion before you could grab a few bags from him. Knowing him, it's all effortless. Well, at least he left you one tiny bag that only contains two boxes of cereal— one regular wheat and one that has your tooth rotting just from looking at the bright colors. With a sigh, you grab it and follow him inside and towards the kitchen.

The plastic bags rustle as he takes out all the groceries. It's filled with fresh vegetables, fruits, sugar and all the food that a vigilante needs for patrol. You put your singular bag on the counter next to the others, helping him take out the rest while he still stands there all quiet and broody. In the low light of the kitchen you can clearly see that Bruce has definitely made a big influence on him.

You put your foot down, knees up on the stool to level with him, hands placed on the cold marble countertop as he raises a curious brow at you. “What's up, Jay?”

“What's up?” He mimics your tone. “Nothing, babe, just taking out the groceries.” You take the can of beans from his hand and then you place it loudly on the counter while you take a stance against the red hood who makes goons cower in fear just from his stare. “You really want to know?”

“Yes!” You exclaim, reaching over the counter to grab his hand. Wordlessly telling him that you're there for him whatever kind of problem has plagued him recently.

Jason watches as your fingers dance along his scarred palm, kneading his muscles just like you always do whenever he drops in your apartment after a tough patrol. He was so sure that he had gathered enough courage to tell you, but now that you have your hands around his own, all his bravery is down the drain.

He sucks in his teeth, leaning down, elbows atop the counter, green eyes staring anywhere near your eyes, and then he places a quick kiss along your knuckles. Warmth soothing you, almost making you forget what you were asking for.

Defeated, you cup his jaw, thumb running along his growing stubble, fingers reaching behind his ear to rub lovingly across his nape. “Okay, it's okay if you don't want to tell me. But I'll be here if you want to tell me.” You smile when he leans against your touch, eyes looking at you with such fondness that you almost melt on the spot.

Jason rationalizes his thoughts, the same thoughts that have plagued him for years, the same thoughts that he has dreamed of telling you. “It’s not the donut.”

“Of course it's not the donut.” You chuckle, fingers still tangled in his hair.

“And it's not because of the trip to the grocery store.” His eyes flick over to yours, smiling softly at how you look back at him with the same fondness. “I liked our trip, I kept imagining that we were buying stuff for our place.”

“Do you want more hangouts like that then? You can join me in going to my laundry place. We can watch the clothes tumble and dry like a couple of old people.” Your waist is cold against the counter, but you don't mind as long as he's there with you. “How's that sound?”

“Sounds great. I'll bring the spare change.” You chuckle, after a beat, you thought that was the end of it, but Jason looks like he still wants to say something else— so you stay rooted in place. “But that's not the reason.”

“Okay,” you nod, encouraging him to continue. He gives you his other hand to hold, fingers beckoning your touch. You indulge him, leaving his hair to hold his hand.

“It's that fucking guy.” He blurts out. “Guys.” He corrects himself.

“What guys?”

“The ones who were asking for your number.”

You blink, trying to recall. “I don't remember that.”

“Come on, Y/N.” He squeezes your hands as if that will help you remember them. “The tall blonde guy and the one with the uncanny smile. Just thinking about that grin gives me the creeps.”

“Oh,” you know Jason enough to actually know what he means. “Yeah, I actually remember now. What about them?”

He scoffs, acting like you caught his hand in the cookie jar. “They were bothering you is all. I was just worried for you.”

You nod, hands sliding from his own. For a moment, Jason thinks you're about to go off on him, telling him that you can handle yourself or that you can give your number to whoever the hell you want to. Because who is he to tell you who to date? It's not like you're together, right? But is it wrong that he wants to?

His thoughts get thrown out of the window when you hold his face, soft palms against his rough skin, thumb tracing along the scar on his cheek. It's all affectionate, loving, and it has Jason's heart pumping a thousand times per second.

You smile, head tilting, staring at how his eyes glow under the kitchen lights. It's mundane, but you love him like this, just like how you love him in any way shape or form. You love your best friend. “You're an idiot, Jason Todd.” Your smile gets bigger, he frowns, fearing the worst. “You know that I'm in love with you, right?”

Jason's worried eyes light up, not a trace of his worries, just you in his vision, bathed in the light of his home. “Now I do.” He chuckles, mirroring your position, holding your face in his hands, gentle, like how you'd hold a delicate feather. Placing his forehead atop yours, he says the three words back. “I love you. I'm sorry it took this long.”

Jason leans away, eyes staring at your lips before watching your heart shaped eyes look at him. “That's my girl.” Tilting his head back, you chase his lips, grabbing his collar to do what you've always wanted to do.

“I don't blame you, it took me a while too.” You sniff, refusing to let the tears escape you. “By the way, I never gave them my number.”

[silksongeveryday]

Drawing Hornet everyday until Silksong comes out - Day 700!

Choosing not to do anything fancy for this milestone since 2 year anniversary is coming up soon anyway and would prefer the big artwork be done then. Also I’m too tired to do one lmao.

Some general updates and announcements below the cut:

Hornet’s Strange Adventures:

While initially my plan was to have the whole base game done by January, life likes to get in the way. I have made zero progress since my last major update about barely getting things into the game engine I chose. Going forward, it’s possible this project will not be done any time soon but it will happen eventually. (I almost sound as bad as team cherry lol). Progress will be a lot slower than I want unfortunately since I’m kinda burned out at this point.

Continuing Hornet Journal Series/changes:

So I’m still technically on this project currently. While at the beginning it was fun and ambitious, I can definitely feel the burnout from it too. I do want to finish this project to the end, but I refuse to make myself post it every day because that’s made me more and more upset about having to just get it done instead of enjoying it. So going forward with this project, I plan to only post Journal Entries about once or twice a week with large batches of entries in one drawing until it’s done. Even if it happens after my two year anniversary. (Though it’s likely it’ll still finish before then I believe.) This is just so I don’t get absolutely exhausted from this again.

General life stuff:

So I meant to mention this on my main but I was too emotionally exhausted to explain it and didn’t feel like to afterward. I member of my close family passed away a few days after christmas. We already knew this was coming so it’s actually why I took a break from my big project with the journal series around that time and haven’t been able to really pick it back up until now. It’s also the reason a lot of general doodles have been posted late and/or are not that high of effort. I’m just tired.

And this kinda leads into my next thing.

Taking an actual break:

1 month left. That’s how long I plan to keep doing daily doodles for. Once my 2 year anniversary hits, I’m no longer planning to post every day. As you can imagine, posting something every day for two years can take a toll and life has changed a lot since two years ago. I really want to move on to bigger things now and keeping this blog running at constant speed hasn’t allowed me to do that. So I’ve made the decision that I’ll be taking a long break from that.

Will I return to daily doodles ever? Yes, technically.

My plan is start daily doodles back up only when a Silksong release date is announced (if it ever is.) Ptherwise my art/doodles will be posted very infrequently, especially at the beginning when taking my break. For sake of mental health and creative burnout with this blog, this is the best decision I could reasonably come too

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But thank you all for your wonderful and continued support of this blog!! I look forward to the last official month of daily doodles!

[sergeantbarnessdoll]

Ooo can I please request a Bucky x fem!Enhanced!reader where she is Tony Stark’s daughter (he didn’t know about her until she found him an adult and now they’re super close) and she has mind reading powers and telepathy She is also super close with the other Avengers (especially Steve and Sam). She meets and falls in love with Bucky when she does a study abroad program for a year is Romania, the same time Bucky is on the run and living in Romania. Imagine Steve’s surprise when he tracks down Bucky to his apartment and finds Y/n living there with him in a serious relationship. And imagine her Dad’s surprise when SHEILD agents not only drag in Steve, Sam, Bucky, T’Challa, but also his daughter (who is now crying in his arms wanting Bucky, her bf). And because she can read minds, she knows what Zemo’s intentions are but couldn’t stop him in time?🥺 Anyways, Tony, Steve, and Bucky all want her to stay far away from the civil war but she hides on the Steve/Bucky’s jet and follows them and stops the three of them from fighting but they accidentally really hurt her in the process? The Avengers get back together?

(Endgame never happens)

Can’t Break Up Love » Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier

Pairings: Boyfriend!Bucky Barnes x Girlfriend/Enhanced!Reader, Dad!Tony Stark x Daughter/Enhanced!Reader with Steve Rogers/Captain America, Sam Wilson/Falcon, and T’Challa/Black Panther

Summary: Summary is what the request says⤴️

Warnings: Fluff, Angst, language, mentions of HYDRA, accidental injuries, crying, kissing, pet names

A/N: Thank you for the request @kpopgirlbtssvt 🩵 it’s so amazingly described🥰

Written on my phone. My apologies for any mistakes.

Header made by @buck-star

GIF IS NOT MINE! GIF credit goes to the creator.

Finding out you’re the daughter of a billionaire, playboy, philanthropist is something you would’ve never expected. You expected your dad to be just a regular guy, which he is in a way… kinda. All though, he is a billionaire, playboy, philanthropist, he’s also Iron Man and an Avenger, which is the coolest thing ever. After your mom told you who he is, you contacted him and met him. Now, you and Tony have an amazing father daughter relationship.

“Are you sure you want to study abroad in Romania for a semester?” Tony asks.

“Yes, dad. You know I love to travel.” You say with a smile.

“You know I’m just looking after you, super girl.” He says.

You smiled and hugged him.

“Thank you for letting me use the jet.” You say.

“Anytime.” Tony replies. “Call me when you land.” He says, kissing your forehead.

“Will do, dad.” You smiled.

———

That was a few weeks ago. You’re still getting used to Romania. You were staring down at the map to the apartment building you’re staying in when you accidentally bumped into someone, causing you to drop your stuff.

“I am so sorry!” You apologized.

“It’s ok.” The man said.

You crouched down to pick up your things and so did the man.

“I’m James, but everyone calls me Bucky.” Bucky introduces himself.

“I’m Y/N.” You introduced.

“Are you visiting?” He asks curiously.

“Yes, but I’m also studying abroad for a semester.” You tell him.

“I’ve been here for a while so if you want, I can show you around.” He suggests.

“Yes please!” You say almost immediately.

Bucky chuckles.

“Where are you headed to?” He asks.

“My apartment.” You tell him, pointing to it on the map.

“You’re in luck. That’s where I live too.” He smiles.

“That’s great! I’ll see a friendly face.” You say with a smile.

Bucky walked you to the apartment building you two live in. As if it were fate, you and Bucky live on the same floor. There’s a few apartments in between you guys.

“I’d invite you in, but I have to study for a test tomorrow.” You say.

“No worries. Hopefully we’ll see each other tomorrow.” Bucky says with hopefulness in his voice.

“Hopefully.” You say with the same hopefulness in your voice.

You stood on your tippy toes and kissed his cheek before going into your apartment. Bucky had a smile on his face when he walked in his own apartment. He felt a newfound warmth in his heart and so did you.

The next day, you were so nervous about the test. Your mind was all over the place. That all washed away when you seen Bucky in the hallway of the apartment building.

“Good luck on your test.” Bucky smiles.

“Thank you!” You smiled back.

“Can I walk you to school?” He asks.

“Sure.” You replied.

The walk to school didn’t take long. You and Bucky talked the whole walk. It turns out that you and Bucky have a lot in common.

“Thank you for walking me to school, Bucky.” You smiled.

“Anytime, doll.” He smiles.

Bucky kissed your cheek, making you blush and smile.

“That kiss is for good luck.” He says.

“Thank you.” You smiled again.

“Now, go take that test.” He says, giving you a pat on the back.

You nodded and walked in the building with high hopes that you’d pass your test.

A few days have passed since you’ve taken your test. You were still positive that you did good on it. When you got your test back, you were over the moon with the grade you got that you went straight to Bucky’s apartment to show it to him. You repeatedly and rapidly knocked on his door till he opened it.

“Give a man a chance to open the door, doll.” Bucky jokes.

You held your test up, showing Bucky your grade. Bucky took it from your hand and looked at it, smiling when he saw your grade.

“You got an A! Good job, doll!” He says with a smile.

Out of nowhere, you kissed him, surprising the both of you. Your eyes widened when you realized what you were doing. You quickly pulled away.

“I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to do that!” You apologized.

“Why are you apologizing?” Bucky asks.

Before you could answer, Bucky kissed you. This time, you didn’t pull away. Your hands grasped onto the fabric of his sweatshirt. Bucky wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you inside of his apartment and closed the door so no one walked by and seen you two kissing. That’s when you and Bucky started to fall in love with each other.

As you and Bucky got to know each other more, you two went on dates. Bucky asked you to be his girlfriend and he also asked you to be his girlfriend, which you happily said yes to both. Since Bucky is on the run, he wanted to have at home dates. You didn’t question it. You thought it was cute. Although, you don’t the reason why he’s on the run, you figured he’d tell you the reason when he’s ready to.

“Tell me something else I don’t know about you.” You say, maneuvering yourself so you were sitting sideways and criss crossed on the couch.

“You pretty much know everything about me, doll face.” Bucky says, laying his metal arm across the back of the couch.

Bucky found the confidence to tell you and show you that he has a metal arm. At first, he thought you’d be scared of him cause of it, but you’re not. You accept Bucky the way he is.

“I know, but I want to know more about you.” You pouted.

Bucky can’t resist it when you pout. He leaned towards you and kissed you before leaning back against the arm of the couch.

“Let’s see…” Bucky thought to himself for a moment. “Would you believe me if I told you that I’m actually almost 100 years old.” He says.

“There’s no way you’re almost 100 years old.” You said.

“I am.” He confirms.

“How?” You asked. “You look like you’re in your late 30s or early 40s.” You say.

“I’ll take that as a compliment. I was actually born in 1917.” He tells you.

“So my boyfriend is an old man?” You giggled.

Bucky playfully narrowed his eyes at you.

“I’ll let the old joke slide this time. Now it’s your turn to tell me something I don’t know about you.” Bucky says.

You hummed to yourself and bit your bottom lip as you thought of something. You finally thought of something. You never told Bucky that you have mind reading and telepathy powers. You were scared of what he’ll think when he finds out. Now is a better time than never to tell him.

“I have powers.” You tell him, fiddling with your fingers.

“What kind of powers?” He asks curiously.

“Mind reading and telepathy.” You tell him.

“How did you get them?” He asks.

“HYDRA.” You answered.

Bucky already knew your experience with HYDRA couldn’t have been any better than his without asking. Any experience with HYDRA is horrible.

“I’m sorry you had to endure the pain of HYDRA.” Bucky says softly and sympathetically.

“Thanks.” You say, giving him a soft smile.

Bucky kissed you to lighten the mood. You smiled against his lips and cupped his stubbly cheeks, rubbing your thumbs against the stubble of his beard.

“I love you, baby.” You whispered.

“I love you too, babydoll.” He whispers back.

The next day, you and Bucky went to the market down the street from where you two live. You two walked there hand in hand. You sensed something off about Bucky when you two left the apartment. You didn’t need to read his mind to know something was wrong. He was on high alert the whole time. You didn’t want to pester him about it though.

“Baby, look! They have those cookies I was telling you about you about the other day!” You exclaimed excitedly, showing him the package of cookies.

“That’s nice, doll. We should get them.” Bucky says.

“Yes!” You say, pumping your fist in the air out of excitement.

Bucky got a few plums from the fruit stand. As you two were paying for yours and his groceries, Bucky knew something didn’t feel right. It was like a gut feeling. He looked across the street, making eye contact with the vendor. The man looked at Bucky and then looked at the newspaper. It didn’t take him long to realize who Bucky is. Even in a disguise, he still recognized him. He ran out of his stand. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion as you watched him run.

“That was weird.” You say.

“I know right.” Bucky says.

You and Bucky walked hand in hand as you two crossed the street, walking to the stand the man ran away from. Bucky picked up the newspaper, seeing his picture on it.

This is not true. How could he have done something horrible in Vienna if he’s been with you all day? Unless if someone is trying to frame him for something he didn’t even do. That has to be it.

Bucky’s jaw clenched as he looked around.

“We have to go.” Bucky says, wrapping his arm around you protectively.

“Where?” You asked.

“Home.” He says.

Little did the both of you know that Steve was in yours and Bucky’s apartment while you guys were out. Steve looked around the apartment, finding your things there. He furrowed his eyebrows, trying to figure out why your things would be in Bucky’s apartment. As soon as you and Bucky walked in the apartment, your eyes went wide when you seen Steve dressed in his Captain America suit. Steve turned around, seeing you and Bucky standing a few feet away from him. He also noticed you two holding hands.

“Y/N?” Steve asks.

“Hi, Steve.” You say.

“What are you doing here?” He asks.

“I live with Bucky.” You tell him.

That was enough to tell Steve that you and Bucky are in a serious relationship.

“Do you know who I am?” Steve asks, adverting his attention to Bucky.

“You’re Steve. I read about you in the museum.” Bucky says.

You stood next to Bucky, listening to the two men talk. You had no clue what was going on. You were clueless about why Steve was there.

“I wasn’t in Vienna. I don’t do that anymore.” Bucky says.

That when it hit you. The reason why Steve is there is to protect Bucky and also you.

“Whatever you think he did, he didn’t do it.” You chimed in, defending Bucky.

“I’m on your side.” Steve assures.

“They’re coming your way.” Sam informs Steve in his ear piece.

“Why did you pull me out of the river?” Steve asks Bucky.

Bucky’s mind was all over the place. He knew the reason why he pulled Steve out of the river, but he didn’t know in that moment.

“I don’t know.” Bucky answers.

“Yes you do.” Steve says.

That’s when something was thrown through the window. You three looked down, eyes widening when you guys realized it was a bomb.

“What the f-” Bucky grabbed you and held you close to him, picking up the mattress to use it as a shield when the bomb exploded.

Then the door was busted open and cops entered the apartment. Bucky pushed you to Steve. Not in a rude way. In a way of protecting you. Your eyes were wide as you watched your boyfriend tried to fight off the cops.

“Buck, stop!” Steve put a hand on Bucky’s shoulder. “You’re gonna kill someone!” He says.

Bucky knocked Steve to the floor and used his metal fist to punch a hole in the floor next to Steve, pulling a backpack out from underneath the floorboards.

“I’m not gonna kill anyone.” Bucky says.

Bucky shoved the backpack in your hands and looked deep in your eyes.

“Do you trust me?” Bucky asks.

“With my life.” You answered.

“Take this backpack and jump onto the roof across the balcony and I’ll come find you, ok?” He says.

“Ok.” You said.

Bucky gave you a quick peck on the lips before going back to fighting off the cops with Steve’s help. You put the backpack on your back and looked at the roof across from yours and Bucky’s apartment. You took a couple deep breathes before running and jumping to the roof. Surprisingly, you didn’t hurt yourself. You were surprised that you could jump that far.

“That was so cool!” You say to yourself.

Sam seen you on the roof as he flew over it.

“Who’s the person who just jumped on the roof from the apartment?” Sam asks.

“Y/N. Keep an eye on her.” Steve informs him.

“Got it, Cap!” He replies.

Sam flew down toward you. You looked up and seen Sam.

“Oh shit.” You mumbled to yourself.

Sam’s here too? What the hell is going on?

Something in your mind was telling you to run and you did. Bucky jumped to the roof you’re on a moment later.

“Doll!” Bucky shouts.

You stopped running when you heard Bucky’s voice. You turned around and ran to him. You gave him the backpack. He was about to put it on his back when someone in an all black suit that looked like a cat jumped onto the roof, coming out of nowhere.

You were so confused at this point. You decided to read the person’s mind. Your eyes glowed blue as you read his mind, your eyes widening what you read from his mind. The person who attacked Bucky wants him dead or locked up for something he was framed for.

Bucky managed to get away from the guy and ran, grabbing your hand. You and Bucky got to the edge of the roof. Before you could ask how you two were going to get down, Bucky wrapped his right arm around you with a tight grip and used his metal arm to slide down the wall. The guy in the all black cat suit followed you guys. Steve also caught up with you guys, running after you guys. Sam followed you guys from above.

Cars swerved to avoid hitting you guys. That’s when Bucky grabbed a motorcycle, throwing the person off of it and you two got on it. Not too long after that, you, Bucky, Steve, Sam, and the guy in the cat looking costume got stopped by Rhodey and the cops. You guys held your hands up in surrender.

“Congratulations, Cap. You’re a criminal. So are you Y/N. Your dad isn’t going to be proud of you when he finds out.” Rhodey says.

Bucky got shoved to the ground and handcuffed.

“Bucky!” You screamed.

Steve wrapped his arms around your waist before and pulled you against him you could get to your boyfriend. Bucky looked at you with sadness in his eyes. He didn’t mean for you to get involved in any of this. He was just trying to protect you and tried his best to avoid all of this from happening.

You guys got put into a transport vehicle and the right was quiet. Your face was covered in tears and you fiddled with your fingers. You also found out the guy who was in the Black Panther costume is T’Challa.

“Do you like cats?” Sam’s asks T’Challa.

“Sam…” Steve warns.

“He showed up dressed as a cat and you don’t want to know more?” He says.

“I do.” You say with a small giggle.

“Y/N wants to know too.” He says.

Steve turned around, giving you and Sam a warning look. You two remained quiet after that.

“Are you ok?” Sam asks you.

“I would say yes, but I just witnessed my boyfriend getting arrested for something he didn’t even do so I’m pretty far from ok.” You answered.

“Hang in there, little Stark.” He says, patting your knee.

The vehicle pulled up to a big building. You weren’t sure what it was. You watched as Bucky was being hauled around in a pod type of thing. You took a couple steps in his direction, but Sam stopped you by grabbing your arm and gently pulled you towards him.

“I know you want to go to him, but you can’t right now.” Sam says softly.

Your eyes teared up again. You seen your dad a few feet away. You ran straight to him and hugged him, breaking down in tears. Tony was surprised to see you and wondered why you were in the transport vehicle with Steve, Sam, and T’Challa. He didn’t question it though. He’s just happy to see you.

“It’s ok, super girl.” Tony whispers, comforting you.

Tony took you to a room that looks like a conference room. Steve and Sam followed.

“He didn’t do it.” You say after a few minutes.

“You can’t be too sure about that, kid.” Sharon says.

“No one fucking asked for your damn opinion!” You practically hissed at her.

Sharon scoffed before walking of the room.

“Bucky wasn’t in Vienna or wherever this happened. He was with me the whole time.” You tell everyone truthfully.

Steve and Sam believed you, but not so much your dad.

“How can you be so sure?” Tony asks.

“Cause I would’ve known if he did something he shouldn’t have done.” You say.

The more Tony stared at you, he could tell that there’s something you’re not telling him.

“What are you not telling me, young lady?” Tony asks in his dad voice.

You slid down in your chair and fiddled with your fingers.

“Tell him, Y/N.” Steve says softly.

“Tell me what?” Tony asks, looking from you to Steve and back to you.

You really didn’t want to tell your dad that your boyfriend is the former Winter Soldier. You already knew that he wouldn’t stop asking if you don’t tell him so you might as well tell him before he finds out from someone else.

“Bucky is my boyfriend.” You tell him after a few seconds.

It was quiet after that. You looked up at your dad to see a look on his face that appears when he’s pissed off about something. You already knew this wasn’t going to be good.

“No, absolutely not.” Tony says.

“I love him, dad! He loves me too!” You exclaimed.

“You are not dating someone who’s a criminal.” He says.

“I said no! You are not dating him!” He says, raising his voice.

Your bottom lip quivered and you stood up from your chair, running out of the room.

“Are you going to go after her?” Sam asks.

“No.” Tony rubs his hands over his face. “She’s going to calm down and come to her senses and realize I’m right.” Tony says.

“She’s in love with him. I’ve seen it.” Steve says.

Tony looks at Steve, narrowing his eyes at him.

“Who’s side are you on, Rogers?” Tony asks.

“I’m on your daughter’s side.” Steve says.

All Tony did was scoff.

When you ran of the room, you decided to wander around the building to try to find Bucky. You found him in an almost empty room. There was nothing but the metal pod Bucky was in and a table and chair in front of it. There was a man in there with Bucky, who’s name is Helmut Zemo.

Before you could do anything the power went out and a red lit up the room. Zemo started reading words from a book in Russian. You didn’t understand what he was saying, but you knew it was good cause Bucky was starting to get mad.

“Stop it!” Bucky growls.

Zemo kept reading the words. Bucky broke free from the restrains and pounded his metal fist against the door of the metal pod like a caged animal trying to get out of its cage. When he finally broke free from the metal pod, he slowly stood up with a dark look in his eyes. The whole room was silent. It was like a calm before a storm.

You decided to take the opportunity to read Zemo’s mind to see what his intentions are. Your eyes glowed blue as you read his mind. The things he was thinking about at the moment was a mission report from December 16, 1991 and he wanted to see an empire fall. You were curious to know what those two things meant.

All hell broke loose before you could do anything. Your eyes went wide. You quickly hid alongside the wall. You closed your eyes and tried to process what you just saw.

“Y/N, where’s Bucky?” Steve asks.

You pointed to the room next to you. Steve went in there and so did you and Sam. Zemo was laying on the floor. Steve picked him by his shirt and slammed him against the wall.

“Who are you and what do you want?” Steve growls.

“To see an empire fall.” Zemo says.

Out of anger, you punched Zemo in the face, giving a bloody nose.

“What the hell did you do to my boyfriend?!” You asked.

“You’ll find out soon, Miss. Stark.” Zemo says, smirking facetiously.

What’s that supposed to mean and how does this man know your name?

That’s when Bucky came out of nowhere and started throwing punches at Steve and Sam. You backed up against the wall so you didn’t get caught up in the mix. Even as the Winter Soldier, Bucky would never hurt you. He wouldn’t forgive himself if he did hurt you.

“Get Y/N out of here!” Steve says to Sam.

Sam nodded and grabbed your arm. You two started running and exited the building. Sam saw Zemo’s jacket on the ground. He picked it up and then looked around. He dropped it back on the ground.

“Stay here.” Sam says.

You nodded. You assumed Sam went back inside to help Steve. You felt like you should do something to help so you came up with a plan. You figured that the quinjet was somewhere around there. You figured if you hid somewhere on the quinjet that you could stop something bad from happening. So you found it and got on it, hiding somewhere inside of it so no one could see you. You also found a mission suit that belongs to Natasha and put it on so you blended in more.

During the flight, you didn’t know where Bucky and Steve were going until you heard one of them say HYDRA. You didn’t know which base they were going to though. The conversation Bucky and Steve were having made you tear up. The things HYDRA did to Bucky and made him do broke your heart.

What it seemed like hours, you were still hiding in the quinjet. You wanted to go inside of the base before it was too late, but not too early. You managed to sneak inside of the base without Bucky and Steve seeing you. You hid along the walls and stayed quiet. You seen your dad there too.

What’s your dad doing here?

You watched as anger bubble in your dad as he watched a video on a small screen.

“Did you know?” Tony asks Steve.

“I didn’t it was him.” Steve says.

“Don’t bullshit me, Rogers!” He says. “Did you know?” He asks again.

Steve nodded his head yes. Tony blasted Steve with an energy blast, which he blocked with his shield. Bucky rose his gun to defend Steve, but Tony blasted it out of his hands. Your eyes went wide. You knew this was just going to get worst. You needed to stop it and now’s that time.

“Dad, stop!” You shouted, coming out of your hiding spot.

“Y/N, what are you doing here?” Tony asks.

“Stopping you from killing my boyfriend.” You say.

“Kid, if you knew why I’m doing this, you’d understand.” He says.

Tony rose his hand up, blasting an energy blast at Bucky. Steve threw his shield to Bucky and he caught it, holding it in front of himself. The energy blast hit the shield and then came flying towards you. It hit you before you could jump out of the way. Everyone’s hearts dropped to the pits of their stomachs and their eyes grew wide. Bucky was the first one to be by your side.

“Doll, wake up.” Bucky whispers, gently tapping your cheek.

Tony shoved Bucky aside to get to you. Steve got down by your side too. Tony placed his hand on your chest where heart is.

“Jarvis, check for a heartbeat.” Tony says.

“Heartbeat detected, but she’s in critical condition and needs medical attention.” Jarvis informs him.

“We need to get her to a hospital.” Steve says.

Bucky picked you up bridal style and carried you to the quinjet with Steve and Tony following behind him. As Steve flew the quinjet, Tony watched Bucky closely with you. Bucky whispered nothing but sweet words to you. Seeing how sweet and loving Bucky is with you, made Tony want to change his mind about how he thinks about him.

You woke up a few hours later in a hospital room. Your eyes squinted to adjust to the light. You heard a monitor beeping and the voices of your dad and your boyfriend.

“Guys, she’s awake.” Steve says.

You turned your head to the right to see Bucky, Steve, and your dad.

“Hi, doll.” Bucky smiles. “How do you feel?” He asks.

“Like I got hit by a truck.” You winced. “What happened?” You asked.

“You got hit with an energy blast that was meant for Bucky.” Steve says.

“The doctors want you to stay here for a few days for observation.” Tony says.

After a few days in the hospital, you were able to go home. Home meaning the Avengers compound. Your dad and Bucky talked it out and he’s living in the compound. Bucky is sharing your bedroom with you. Tony, Steve, Sam, and the rest of the Avengers talked everything out and got the team back together. They even asked Bucky to be part of the team, which he happily accepted.

“How do you feel?” Bucky asks softly.

“I don’t feel as sore as I did a few days ago. Your kisses made me feel better.” You says.

“I’ll happily give you more kisses, doll” He says.

“Then what are you waiting for, Sarge?” You murmured softly and playfully.

Bucky leaned down, kissing you sweetly and passionately. The kiss was short lived when Jarvis’s voice sounded through the intercom of the lounge room.

“Mr. Stark said to get back to work, Sergeant Barnes.” Jarvis says

Bucky groaned, making you giggle.

“I love you, doll.” Bucky says softly and kissed you once more.

“I love you too, baby.” You murmured softly.

🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵

-Bucky’s Doll

[alexandralyman]

Joel Miller x Reader

Everyone in Jackson knew that if you went to the Tipsy Bison for a drink on a Wednesday night, it meant you didn't want to leave alone. It's been a long cold winter, and a long time since there was a man in your bed to keep you warm. You knew you'd find one at the Tipsy Bison on Wednesday night, but you weren't expecting it to be the newest resident in town, Joel Miller. While there isn't much left in the world, there's still music and liquor and one night stands.

AO3 link 5,196 words, rated M

Soft!Joel, smut, Reader was an adult when the outbreak happened but there's no exact age given and isn't physically described. Set in Jackson at some nebulous point not long after Joel and Ellie have settled down there.

Everyone in Jackson knew that if you went to the Tipsy Bison for a drink on a Wednesday night, it really meant you didn’t want to go home alone.

You weren’t really sure how Wednesdays had become the town’s unspoken hookup night, the day of the week to wear the one lace bra you owned and leave your hair down loose instead of pulled back in a practical bun when you went to the bar. Not that you went every Wednesday, you hadn’t, actually, in over two months. But it had been an especially cold winter this year, and your bed felt colder still on the long, dark nights without anyone else in it to keep you warm.

So Wednesday night at the Tipsy Bison it was, with your hair down, lace bra pulled from the back of the drawer for the first time in months, and an ache between your legs that needed to be eased with something other than your own fingers. There wasn’t a lot left in the world, you knew you’d never see Hawaii or Paris now or even your own hometown ever again, but you were still a woman and there was still a bar with alcohol and music where you could find a man for the night to take home.

There were a few people already there when you stepped inside, shaking off the cold while all heads turned to check out the new arrival. The first few times you went on a Wednesday instead of another night you were incredibly self-conscious, feeling like there was a neon sign flashing above your head when you walked in the door. COME AND GET IT, or HORNY AND DESPERATE, maybe. Now, you just hung up your coat and took a seat, long past any embarrassment about what you needed to stay sane in an insane world.

Jackson was small, you knew everyone in the bar. Jenna, which meant she and Eric were in the “off again” stage of their perpetual on again, off again soap opera of a relationship. Grant was a few seats down, which was no surprise, he was a total man-whore every day of the week and a Wednesday night regular. Andy, which made you pause for a second because wasn’t he only sixteen like five minutes ago? How could he be old enough for Wednesdays at the Tipsy Bison already? You felt suddenly ancient in a blink and you quickly moved on, shifting your gaze to the man sitting with his back to the far wall, a glass of amber liquor in his hand.

Joel.

Tommy Miller’s brother. The one who’d come clear across the country to find him, a quiet, taciturn man who mostly kept to himself in sharp contrast to the teenage girl he showed up with who swore like a sailor and talked to anyone and everyone. They were new enough in Jackson that you wondered if Joel even knew what Wednesday night meant or if he had just come in for a drink and nothing more. You took another glance, his hair was neatly combed and he was wearing a dark, button-up shirt that wasn’t fancy but also wasn’t one of the plaid flannels that were practically the winter uniform in town.

He knew.

And he looked good.

You’d washed your hair with the good shampoo you saved for special occasions, the stuff Casey made that was scented with lavender. You’d plucked your eyebrows and shaved your legs. Not to get laid, lord knew none of that stuff mattered to the men in town, you did it all for you. To feel like you did before, at least a little bit. Some Wednesdays you hadn’t bothered, just needing to forget everything for a few hours with a man between your thighs fucking you into oblivion and there was always someone there willing to oblige whether your legs were shaved or not. Tonight you’d wanted the anticipation, the ritual of playing music in your bedroom while getting dressed, to remember a time when things like getting that perfect arch to your eyebrows was important and the worst thing that ever happened to you was your parents getting a divorce when you were ten and not the whole world going to shit in a single day.

Music was playing in the Tipsy Bison, not the kind of music you actually liked, but there was music, you had your hair down loose while lace cupped your breasts under your sweater and your legs were smooth and ready to hold a man between them. Not Grant, you’d been there, done that. More than once. Certainly not Andy, who was way, way, way, too young. No one else really appealed to you, except for-

-your eyes flicked over to Joel again, still sitting by the wall with the same glass in his hand that was now almost empty. You hadn’t seen him approach anyone since you arrived, not Jenna, not Louise….

He met your gaze with dark eyes, holding it for several long moments while neither one of you looked away until he downed the last of his drink and stood up. Something fluttered low in your belly, something warmer than the alcohol as he weaved through the tables and came closer, until he was standing next to the empty chair across from yours with one hand resting lightly on the back.

“This seat taken?” he asked.

You smiled up at him. “It is now.”

This was just what you wanted, to flirt with a cute guy at a bar and see where it led. Joel pulled the chair back and sat down with a decent amount of grace for someone who was so broad in the shoulders.

“Not sure if we’ve ever been properly introduced. I’m Joel.”

You hadn’t been, but everyone in town had known who he was within ten minutes of his arrival.

“Tommy’s brother,” you said with a nod.

A wry smile twisted his lips at that, or maybe it was more of a grimace.

“Yeah,” he agreed. “Our whole lives it was always the other way ‘round. Everyone used to call him ‘Joel’s little brother’ when we were growin’ up and here everyone calls me ‘Tommy’s brother’ instead. Takes some gettin’ used to.”

It was clear from his expression that he wasn’t used to it yet.

You leaned forward and held out your hand across the table, introducing yourself and adding, “it’s nice to meet you properly, Joel.”

This time you were sure it was a smile as his warm palm dwarfed your own.

You didn’t leave with him immediately even though you’d already made up your mind that Joel—not Tommy’s brother, he was just Joel to you now—was the one you would be going home with tonight. While you’d long since gotten over any hangups you might have had once about one-night stands and casual sex, you did want to learn a little bit more about the man who was going to be inside you later. So you had another drink each and talked for a little while, not about anything serious because you were clearly both here to forget about everything serious for a night, just light, inconsequential small talk. You told him about the last book you read, the movies you grew up with, the kind of music you did like. The female singer-songwriters of the 90s, mainly, Sarah McLachlan, Jewel, Fiona Apple, basically anyone who could have performed at Lilith Fair. Joel listened more than he talked, and when he did speak his voice was laced with a Texas drawl like a drizzle of warm honey on fresh-baked bread.

He admitted his taste in music was a little different than yours, which made you laugh, cause, yeah, he didn’t strike you as the type to listen to the Indigo Girls or Juliana Hatfield. He did say he’d check if Jackson’s small library had any of your faves in their collection he could borrow, which both surprised and pleased you at how sincere he seemed about it. He told a silly joke about mermaids, and grinned over the rim of his glass when you laughed again.

It was getting late and people started to drift out the door in pairs. You saw Grant leave with Louise, and Andy, after what looked like some painfully awkward flirting, beamed as he walked out with his arm slung around Erica.

Joel saw it all too, and when the door closed behind yet another makeshift couple he turned back to you with a pointed little cough.

“So…..what Tommy told me about Wednesdays was true?”

You tilted your head and narrowed your eyes at him. “And just what are you implying by that?”

He immediately leaned back in his chair and started to sputter out an apology, you were pretty sure he even called you “ma’am”. You couldn’t keep up the stern facade for long, not when he looked so sheepish, so you silenced him with a hand laid on his sleeve.

“Joel. I’m kidding. Yeah, it’s true. Wednesdays here are, well, exactly what Tommy told you.”

You gave his forearm a reassuring squeeze and the shoulders that were up around his ears relaxed a fraction, although you could see a deep flush had crept up his neck when he reached a hand to scratch behind it.

“Wasn’t sure if he was pullin’ my leg or not,” he mumbled.

“He wasn’t.”

Joel leaned forward again, scooting his chair closer to yours and asking in a low voice, “So, then what he said about Mondays is also true?”

That brought you up short and you felt your brows knit together in confusion. Mondays? What in the world had Tommy claimed happened on Mondays?

“The fuck did he say about…?“

Joel’s lips twitched and that gave him away. You swatted him lightly on the arm as he broke out into a full grin.

“Tommy didn’t say a damn thing about Mondays,” he admitted.

“Ha ha,” you deadpanned with a roll of your eyes. “You got me, Miller.”

Your eyebrows were perfectly arched, your legs were smooth, the liquor was warm in your belly and a man you wanted was flirting with you in a bar. The world outside Jackson didn’t exist, not tonight.

Joel held the door open for you when you left together by unspoken agreement, cause it was Wednesday, and you’d both come to the bar for the same reason. It was even colder now than when you arrived, and when a particularly icy gust of wind swept through on the short walk to your house he immediately wrapped you in his arms and stood between you and the direction it was coming from while your burrowed your face against his broad chest with a muffled, “Fuck!”

There was an amused noise from above you while one of his hands rubbed your back. You could feel it even through your parka, and you snuggled in a little closer. When the wind subsided again you stayed tucked into his side the rest of the way with one of his arms around you, your boots crunching through snow and Joel holding you steady so you didn’t slip.

“Careful, the handrail’s loose there,” you warned him once you reached the stairs to your front porch. Joel glanced at it, then up at your front door.

“You invitin’ me in?”

You were already halfway up the steps just assuming he was going to follow and you turned to look down at him, standing with his shoulders slightly hunched under his jacket even though the wind had died down now. It wasn’t another flirty line, he’d asked it quietly, sincerely, like he really needed to be sure that you wanted this. Wanted him. In your home. In your bed. The joke you were going to make about how you didn’t shave your legs for nothing died on your lips at the uncertain look on his face.

“Yeah, I am. Would you like to come in, Joel?”

He carefully climbed the steps without touching the loose handrail and you opened the door to the small house where the walls were painted colours you didn’t choose and filled with furniture someone else picked out. You’d picked him though, chose him, a little bit of control you still had over your life. The two of you stood close to each other in the tiny entryway unzipping your coats, Joel’s hair wasn’t as neatly combed anymore, not after the wind and you could feel the burn in your cheeks and lips from it as well. He stared openly at your reddened mouth, his dark eyes fixed firmly on it and you saw his throat bob with a heavy swallow.

Then you were kissing, a little awkwardly at first with the bulk of half-unzipped coats in the way. His lips were dry, chapped, but you didn’t care, not when you felt the kiss right down to your toes. Joel tasted like the liquor and he kissed like a drowning man looking to steal the air from your lungs. You gave it to him gladly, fumbling blindly with the zipper on his coat to finish pulling it down. He caught on quickly, doing the same to yours and soon both were puddled on the floor. As soon as your arms were free of the sleeves you had them around his neck and he had you pressed to the wall. As gasp escaped your lips that was loud in the quiet of a Jackson night as his body caged yours and an answering sound came from the man who clearly wanted this as much as you did. He had your leg hiked up by the knee with one hand and the other was shoved under your sweater, you could let him fuck you right then and there with his boots still on, get your itch scratched enough to keep you going for another day, a week, maybe a month.

It wasn’t enough.

“Joel?”

“Yes, darlin’?”

“Take me to bed.”

You whispered it against his mouth, wanting more tonight. Needing more tonight. He made another low noise that echoed right between your legs, where he’d slipped one long, denim clad thigh to press against where you burned the most. You mourned the loss of it when he pulled back even as you took him by the hand to lead him up the stairs to your bedroom, where you’d added a few touches to try to make the space more your own. Swapped out the curtains, banished an ugly lamp and put a vase in its place that you’d made with your own hands because you’d thought pottery could be your thing now. It wasn’t, the vase was somewhat lopsided but you kept it anyway and filled it with wildflowers in the summer.

Right now it stood empty on the dresser waiting for the flowers to bloom again while Joel pulled you to him, large hands curving around your waist. He wordlessly tugged off your sweater, lifting it over your head and revealing the bra underneath. Black lace barely covered your breasts, your nipples firm points against the delicate material that ached to be touched.

“Fuck,” he muttered at the sight, his voice a low rasp. “Fuckin’ gorgeous.”

He trailed his hands up your ribs and then he was cupping your breasts, thumbing over your nipples through the lace and making them ache even more. You went for the buttons on his shirt, undoing them with eager fingers to reveal the hard planes of his broad chest.

“You ain’t so bad yourself, handsome.”

Your piss-poor attempt at a Southern drawl made him huff, shaking his head even as his ears flushed crimson at the compliment. Accent that was as bad as your pottery aside, you weren’t lying. His chest wasn’t the only thing that was broad, he had shoulders for days and hands that spanned your entire ribcage. The shirt quickly joined your sweater on the floor and Joel let you push him backwards towards your bed, sitting down heavily on the mattress when it hit the backs of his thighs. It squeaked, loudly, and he gave you a knowing look with a raised eyebrow and a hint of a smirk.

“Good thing I live alone,” you said with a shrug.

With him seated and you standing you could look down at him, brush your fingers across the freckles and marks on his shoulders to trace imaginary constellations while his hands slid up your back and undid your bra with easy dexterity. The lace fell away and left you fully bare from the waist up, breasts at the perfect height for his mouth. Joel obviously had the same thought because his lips immediately closed around a pebbled nipple, tongue flicking over it and making it go even more taut with need. You ran your fingers through his greying hair, a reminder that while he was new in town he was definitely the older Miller brother.

Joel glanced up at you with those molasses-dark eyes of his before he switched to the other breast, licking and sucking and swirling and driving you crazy. His hands were as busy as his mouth, popping the button on your jeans and tugging them down your hips. Your underwear didn’t match your bra, plain cotton instead of lace, but you're pretty sure he didn’t notice with his face still buried in your breasts. Once you’d stepped out of them and kicked the last of your clothes aside his arms tightened around your waist and he lifted you onto the bed in one smooth motion, rolling you neatly onto your back. The mattress squeaked again in protest but you didn’t care, not with the way Joel was hovering over you. His mouth was hot on your skin, trailing along your neck, your collarbone, the valley between your breasts, and a hand slid even lower to find you already wet and so, so ready.

“Oh darlin’,” he groaned. “I could just slip right in, couldn’t I?”

It had been way too long since you had anything except your own fingers to ease the burning need, too long since there was a man in your bed to make it (and you) squeak. Joel was braced above you, belt undone and his jeans hanging open. There was a line of silvered hair that ran down his stomach and disappeared into dark boxers already tented with his erection. He didn’t make a move to finish undressing, too busy teasing you with fingers so much larger and thicker than your own. Your hips rolled into his touch and you spread your legs shamelessly wider, chasing more of the sensation that was building under your skin into a fever pitch. Joel watched your face with an intensity that made you shiver even though you were anything but cold, still ignoring his own obvious need and staying out of reach of your hand when you tried to touch him too. He slid down the bed and took a nipple back into his mouth instead, right as he pushed two fingers deep inside you. They stretched you so deliciously, pressing and curling against your inner walls while he ran his tongue around the tight peak of your nipple. You were writhing under him now, hands fisting in the faded comforter and soft cries falling from your lips as your head tipped helplessly back into the pillow.

Joel found your clit with his thumb and rubbed it, just the right side of rough and it wasn’t long before you clenched around his fingers and came in a hot rush that washed over you like the tide on a beach you’d never see. He stroked you through it, drawing it out and when he finally pulled back you opened your eyes just in time to see him pop his damp fingers in his mouth and a rapturous expression cross his face like he’d just tasted a delicacy he hadn’t had in a very long time. Your own hand drifted absently across your bare stomach, legs splayed open wide while he knelt between them. Joel finally shoved his jeans and underwear off and you saw that his fingers weren’t the only thing about him that were thick and long. His erection slapped against his palm with a loud thwack, filling his hand as he gave himself a few quick pumps from root to tip. Then he was on you again, body braced above yours in the bed someone else bought, in a house that still doesn’t really feel like your home.

“Invite me in,” Joel said, asked, begged, his nose bumping against yours. He was holding himself back, the head of his cock positioned right at your entrance without slipping inside. You didn’t know what drove him to the Tipsy Bison to find someone tonight, but it was clear that he needed to be wanted, needed to be desired, and fuck, you did. You would gladly give him what he asked for tonight.

“Joel, I want you inside me. Now.”

He made a choked sound like he wasn’t expecting it, even though you were naked and spread underneath him. You lifted your hips in another invitation, a silent one this time, and his forehead pressed to yours as he entered you at last. Now you were the one gasping, clutching at his shoulders while he pressed in deeper. There was almost no resistance despite just how fucking big he was and yet he still moved with such care, taking his time to work himself in until he was buried all the way to the hilt. Your soft exhale was met by his sharp inhale, and you both stayed like that for several moments before you dug your fingers into his skin and he started to move. Long, deep rolls of his hips, his cock gliding across every last nerve ending inside you when he pulled out and filling you where you’d been so empty and alone when he thrust back in.

You weren’t alone now.

Joel found an angle you particularly liked and the noise you made in response was almost embarrassing in how needy and desperate it was. He smirked at it, driving into you with another deep thrust and leaning down to brush his mouth against yours.

“You like that?” he asked, tugging your bottom lip between his teeth and worrying it gently.

“Yeah,” you moaned, still holding onto his shoulders while he moved above you. “Do it again!”

“Anything you want, darlin’.”

You wanted so many things you couldn’t have, things you tried not to think about most of the time because it hurt too much. Now you just wanted this, burying your fingers in the damp hair at the nape of his neck to hold him close while he flexed his strong hips and picked up the pace. The bed did more than just squeak now, the headboard banged against the wall and threatened to fall apart completely from the force of Joel’s fucking and still he didn’t stop.

“Fuck!” he swore, looking down at you with his face contorting in pleasure and the cords on his neck and arms starting to pop. “Feels so fucking good.”

You wanted to make it even better, so you clenched your inner muscles around him tight on his next thrust. Joel’s movements finally faltered, his eyes falling shut and his breath coming in harsh pants.

“Christ,” he ground out, “squeeze me, darlin’, squeeze me just like that.”

He held himself still inside you as you worked and squeezed his cock, and you would have sworn he went even harder in response. Fuck, you were going to feel him all day tomorrow.

Good.

When he started to move again it was even more frantic, his biceps bulging with the effort and his sweat-slick skin meeting yours in a hot slide when he shoved one arm under you and lifted your hips clear up off the bed. You wrapped your legs tight around him and kept squeezing on each of his thrusts as best you could while he hit your sweet spot over and over and over again at an even more devastating angle than the first.

“Oh God,” you moaned, hanging on for dear life and so close to falling apart again. “Joel…Joel!”

“Right here, darlin’, I’m right here.”

He felt like he was everywhere, his chest against your breasts, long legs between yours, his lips finding patches of skin on your jaw, your neck, your shoulder and pressing hotly against them. When you came again he was locked tight in your body, his rough groans mixing with your wordless cries as you shook underneath him. If the bed was still squeaking you couldn’t even hear it now over your heartbeat pounding in your ears. Joel fucked you through it and drew the pleasure out with deep, grinding thrusts.

“Oh fuck, fuck,” he finally gasped out. “Squeezin’ me like a godddamn vice. Wanna….fuck, wanna come inside you.”

You burned even hotter at the utterly wrecked tone in his voice as his hips pressed into yours. It was safe to let him, you took care of that years ago. So you wrapped your legs even more firmly around his waist, not letting him pull out to finish anywhere except where you both wanted him to so badly.

“Yes, fuck, yes!”

That was all Joel needed to fall over the edge, his jaw clenched and his forehead tipped to yours while you felt his cock throb and pulse with his release. He flooded you with warmth, enough to keep the cold at bay. So too did the weight of his body when he finally softened and collapsed down into your arms, pillowing his head on your breast with a sigh.

“So,” he mumbled, after a few minutes of not uncomfortable silence where you’d caught your breath and your heart rate had gone back to normal. “Why Wednesdays?”

You lifted one bare shoulder in a shrug. “Don’t know. It’s as good a day as any, I suppose.”

“Tommy said it’s because Wednesday is hump day.”

That made you snort. “Seriously?”

“You see why I didn’t fully believe him.”

You looked down at Joel, naked and sprawled half on top of you with an arm flung across your waist. You believe him now?”

“Yeah, but I ain’t telling him that,” he said.

Brothers. You rolled your eyes even as you stroked your fingers through his hair.

He didn’t leave immediately afterwards, nor did he stay the whole night. You watched him dress, buttoning up his shirt and pulling his jeans back on while you lounged on your side in the rumpled mess of sheets with one hip bared and made no move to get up. You felt like you should throw something on and see him out properly, but you were just too comfortable. Plus you weren’t sure if your legs would even support you at the moment.

The decision was made when Joel pulled the comforter over you and said a quiet “goodnight, darlin’” before he was gone. You heard him go down the stairs and the sound of your front door opening and closing. No one in Jackson really bothered to lock their doors.

Not when the whole town itself was locked up tight.

There were only a few hours left to try to get some sleep before you needed to get up and head out for your work assignment. You were definitely in for a rough morning, but as you rolled over and closed your eyes with the echo of Joel on your skin you regretted nothing.

It was worth it.

*******

Thursday passed uneventfully. You were only a few (okay, maybe twenty) minutes late for your shift. Stable duty, filling water buckets, hauling hay and mucking out stalls. It didn’t smell great, but you didn’t mind.

You’d smelled way worse.

Besides, you had the memory of the night before replaying in your mind even as your hair was tied up in a practical bun and the lace bra was tucked away in a drawer again. You kept picturing the look on Joel’s face when he first sank inside you, remembering the broad expanse of his bare back under your hands, the heat from his mouth on your neck, your breasts…..

Thankfully the horses were more interested in their feed than the blush on your cheeks when you tossed hay into their stalls.

After your shift was over you stopped by town hall and filled out a request form for the handrail on your porch to be fixed, had something to eat in the communal mess cause you couldn’t be bothered to cook tonight, and finally headed home. You hadn’t seen Joel around all day, and while you hadn’t gone looking for him, you also weren’t trying to avoid him either. Jackson was too small for that, at some point you were gonna run into him again. He might pretend like it never happened and while that would certainly sting, you’d live. It wouldn’t be your first one-night stand.

Cold air filled your lungs on the solitary walk back to your house, hands shoved deep in your pockets and your boots crunching along the snow. Spring was still at least a month away, maybe more. Until then you’d have to make do with other ways to stay warm. Coats. Hats.

A dark-eyed man and the blazing heat found in his arms.

When the little house with its painted shutters and the wide front porch came into view you hurried the last few steps and were so eager to get inside and out of the cold that you reached for the loose handrail out of habit, realizing your mistake a second too late.

It didn’t wobble.

You gave it a little shake, and it stayed firmly in place. That’s when you noticed the gleam of metal from new screws, the fresh marks on the wood from where rough edges had been sanded smooth. You frowned at it, the work request you put in wouldn’t have been done this quickly. A single loose handrail was hardly urgent with everything else needed to keep Jackson running, you weren’t really expecting anyone to even come look at it for at least a week.

Joel.

It had to have been him, coming by at some point when you were out to fix it. And not sloppily either, when you gave it another, harder shake it stayed firmly in place. The porch steps were swept clean of snow, the walkway had been shovelled too. Sometimes you just didn’t bother, only making enough of a path to get in and out instead of clearing it all away.

For some reason, the simple fix made your house feel a tiny bit more like home.

You’d be sure to thank Joel, the next time you saw him. Jackson was small, it wouldn’t take long to run into him somewhere, at the library, the mess hall, the town square. Maybe he’d like to come over again when you did.

It didn’t matter what day of the week it was, you would invite him in.

[lynnaredfield3383]

Part One - Bored

Not my characters. Aged up 21. Swearing. Established relationship. Angst.

Katsuki's voice came through the line.

“I won't be home the next couple nights.”

“OK. Be safe.”

Katsuki was suddenly alert. Your voice was normal, but your response was nothing he'd heard before or ever imagined you saying. Did you know? How could you know? As fear crept in and took hold of him, he lost control.

“Look you know what hero work takes, and I wish I could be there with you…”

“Kats, it's fine. Really.”

You chuckle genuinely, refusing to comfort or dispel his uneasiness.

“I can change shifts…”

Bakugo's palms were sweaty now, and his hands were beginning to spark with nervousness.

“I took a shift tonight, so it'd be pointless. Now go get the bad guys.”

There was a brief moment of silence before he spoke again.

“Shit. You mad?” Bakugo asked.

You laughed at this and it actually calmed him completely. He knew your genuine laughs, smiles, and tones. Knew them so well, but why until this very moment had he thought he was bored of those things, of you?

Mad had never crossed your mind. Hurt, disappointed, discouraged, and done. Sure. But you'd never been mad at him. Not for a second. Bakugo wasn't cheating on you, just flirting with some woman at his agency. Though you wish he'd tell you he was ready to move on, you weren't mad. Nor were you going to hold him back. You loved him too much for that.

“Never mad. Never.”

“O-okay. I'll see you tomorrow night then?”

“Not sure. Depends on the case tonight. You know how hero work is, Bakugo. Bye.”

Bakugo had been caught on the fact you used the same line he had regarding hero work, but then he swore loudly as he realized you'd used his last name.

“Fucking fuck! Shit!”

Bakugo called you back, but it went straight to voicemail. So he started running redialing every few seconds.

As soon as you'd said his last name you knew you'd fucked up. Which is why you already left the apt. You moved all your stuff from his place into your new place a week ago. As observant as he was, he hadn't noticed because he'd only been home once in the last 3 weeks. Just to shower and grab more stuff. As soon as you ended the call, you rushed to block him, knowing he would blow your phone up in moments. You'd left the letter a week ago when you cleaned the house top to bottom the way he liked it and hadn't been back since.

“You good?” Shinso, your current case partner asked.

“Yeah, let's go.”

Bakugo was on the floor of the kitchen hot tears flowing down his face as he held the letter tightly.

Bakugo, Sorry I couldn't keep you interested. Never thought we'd end up like this, but it's obvious you have feelings for that woman at your agency. I saw you & heard you two flirting the day I dropped your lunch off. It's okay. I'm glad you found someone that makes you smile and laugh like I used to. Move on, be free, and accept that there are no hard feelings. I didn't give you a heads up because I know you'll fight for us. I don't know why, especially since you've already moved on, but that's just who you are. You never fail. You didn't fail me or this relationship. You didn't. It was just time for us to move on, and that's OK. It happens. Wish you the best always, but you need to know I can't be friends with you right now. Maybe in a few months, but let's see how it goes. Be safe, be #1 & live your life with no regrets.

Y/N

[pensthoughts]

enough | v.p

note: i used to write on wattpad like 3 years ago but this is my first time writing on tumblr so i'm very nervous 🙃 i saw the lack of van x reader posts and it made me kiiinda upset because she's such a bean and i love her sm. i decided i would try and help out the other van lovers out there and maybe influence other people to start writing more for her 💆‍♀️ hope you enjoy this! also this takes place in an AU where the crash never happened and they're just seniors going through the usual year

summary: a late afternoon conversation between you and van about the upcoming prom. contains: fluff, unpoken tension, light flirting, no smut word count: 1,028 pairing: van palmer x reader warnings: none!

the sun was beginning to set, casting a warm glow over the school grounds as the last few students trickled out. mainly football players and the stragglers of the soccer team, seeing how practices had just ended. you typically always found yourself at this spot after practice—quiet, calm, and with van. no one else. the outside world didn't really matter when you were with her. you two alone was always just enough.

van was perched on the hood of her car, leaning back with her arms crossed, staring out at the setting sun as if she was studying the horizon for answers. she had a familiar smirk on her face—the one that typically made you roll your eyes and laugh—but today, it felt different. the air between you two was thicker than usual, charged with something unspoken.

you sat next to her, absentmindedly twirling a strand of your hair as you watched her. you couldn't help it. there was something magnetic about her—her sarcasm, her dry humor, the way she never tried too hard but always drew people in. and maybe that's what kept you coming back here with her every day.

"soo," van starts, dragging out the word, "prom's coming up." her voice was casual, but you could tell she was waiting for your reaction

you sighed, slumping back against the car. "i know. it feels like everyone's been talking about it for weeks now."

van laughed, clearly entertained by your response. "yeah, it's pretty hard to avoid with all the hype."

you couldn't help but smile, but the thought of prom did stir something in you—something more than just the usual group chatter. you really did care about it. even if it was just a little. you hadn't wanted to admit it out loud. especially to van, who always acted like she couldn't care less about stuff like that.

"are you going with anyone?" you asked, casually looking away, but your mind couldn't help but wonder. you had a strong feeling that van would downplay it, but you still wanted to know.

she raised an eyebrow, her lips quirking into a smile. "i don't know, maybe. what about you?"

you shrugged, trying to act nonchalant. but deep down you knew that wasn't going to work. "i don't know... it's just the whole thing. everyone's been talking about it so much, and i guess i care about it more than i thought i would. it's dumb." you say, looking down

van tilted her head, her gaze softening just a little. "it's not dumb. it's fun. people like you are always the ones who get to have fun at things like that."

you picked your head up, slightly in shock at the whole "people like you" thing van just said. "what do you mean?"

van shrugged, but there was a flicker of something in her eyes as she spoke. "you're just..easy to be around. people actually like being around you."

you shook your head, not fully understanding. "i'm really not, though. i mean, i don't have the kind of attention everyone else does. jackie's always the one everyone's talking about,"

van made a face, clearly not impressed by your self-deprecating tone. "maybe, but that's not what i mean. people like you because you don't try so hard. you're just..you. and that's enough."

you felt the weight of her words, but before you could process them, van stood up from the hood of the car, leaning against it and crossing her arms. "trust me. you're going to be the one everyone's trying to impress."

you laughed, though it was nervous, unsure how to respond. "i don't think that's true. you must have me confused with someone else"

van's smirk returned and there was a softness in the way she was looking at you. it felt like her gaze was lingering just a little too long. like she was seeing something you weren't. "you don't have to try. people are drawn to you. it's just how you are."

you swallowed, not sure what to do with all the thoughts that suddenly rushed in. something about the way she was looking at you made your heart skip a beat, but you didn't know how to deal with that feeling—especially with everything else going on.

"well," you said, trying to brush it off with a smile, "i'm sure i'll find someone to go with. i don't need anyone to be all over me."

van tilted her head, her usual smirk back in place. "i think someone already is," she said quietly, her voice almost teasing, but there was an edge to it you couldn't place

you froze, unsure of how to respond. the words hung between you both for a moment before you quickly glanced away, trying to hide the heat in your cheeks.

"right. well, anyway," you muttered, suddenly wanting to change the subject. "let's not talk about prom anymore. we're never going to agree."

van chuckled softly, the sound warm and familiar. "fine, fine. but if you change your mind, i'll be here," she says through her laugh.

"sure you will," you said jokingly, heart still racing, as the tension lingered in the air.

you both sat in silence for a while after that, the sun slowly dipping below the horizon. it wasn't the most comfortable silence, but it was the kind you didn't mind sharing with someone like van. someone who understood you, even if you didn't quite understand the way your heart was racing in her presence.

as van got up to leave, she turned to you one last time, her eyes soft but mischievous. "drive safe," she said with a wink, then got in her car, leaving you there staring with a thousand questions still left unanswered.

you wanted to say something—anything—but the words stuck in your throat. so instead you just waved, knowing you'd have to figure out what was happening between you two eventually.

but for now, you'd let it hang in the air, suspended between you.

it was something unspoken, something the both of you were too scared to address.

and for now, that was enough.

[weneeya]

too dangerous - spiderman AU m.list | rules

pairing. childe x reader

note. hiii i'm back with spiderman au!! idk if you guys liked it but i'm having sm fun writing this so it's kind of a part 2 (and i might write more later) so please don't hesitate to request <3

It had been a few weeks since you and Childe agreed on working together. You didn’t have any powers and he was no one else than Spiderman ; yet, it seemed to work pretty well. Since you were basically friends, there was no reason for you to not be able to work together. You were yelling at him way too often because of how unconscious he was but he always took it with a grin,telling you that he would always be alright. 

What he didn’t expect was for someone to have real bad motivations. It only happened in movies, but Childe like he had found his nemesis ; and it scared him. Not for himself, obviously, but mostly because he was worried that the guy might find out what linked you to him. Since their first fight, the ginger became even more careful than before towards you. He hoped it would be enough. 

But, of course, it wasn’t. It was a peaceful afternoon and you were sitting at a café on your own, working on some project for your class, when you felt a presence sitting right in front of you. When you looked up at him, you didn’t need a lot of time to recognize that twisted face of his. He didn’t give you the time to say anything as he put something on the table, between the two of you. 

“before you try to escape,” he said, and you quickly noticed that they were pictures of you and Childe together ; with him as Spiderman, but not only. “You can’t run away, doll. So either you gently follow me, or I let you guess what’s coming.” 

You took a quick breath, realizing that it was you or Childe. Maybe you weren’t the hero, and you knew Childe could fight ; but this guy was really scary, and there was no way you would throw your best friend walk in the lion’s den. You closed your laptop, gathered your stuff before standing up, following the mad man without a word. 

You weren’t answering Childe’s messages or calls, and he didn’t like that at all. You had the right to be busy, of course, but his instinct was telling him that something was wrong. He knew you well enough to be sure that your silence was strange. 

When he asked your mom if you were here, she explained that you left a few hours ago to work on something outside and that she didn’t know more than this. He simply thanked her, not wanting to alert or worry your poor mother, and left. Worry was twisting his stomach. 

He searched you everywhere, but it was like you had simply vanished suddenly. He quickly grabbed his phone when he heard it ringing, and answered even quicker when he saw your name on the screen. “You scared me! Where the hell are you?” 

The silence on the other side made the worry come back in a rush, until he finally heard some noise. A chuckle. “What did you do to her?” It was definitely not yours, but one he knew well enough to feel his guts twisting and his jaw clenching. 

“Nothing, my dear spiderboy. She came with me on her own.” Like he would believe it. Why would you follow this guy, knowing who he was? “He’s right. I don’t need you to come and save me.” His eyes widened, because he easily recognized your voice through the phone. He despised the tone in your voice, the one you were always using when you wanted to keep him away. “I don’t need to be saved.” 

Childe wanted to yell at you, to scream that he would never believe this because it wasn’t you ; but no words left his throat. It was stronger than him, they just refused to go out. Why would you do this? You had a deal. He promised to protect you, and you were doing this? He couldn’t believe it ; especially not when you hung up the phone after his silence. 

Like hell he wouldn’t come to save you. He didn’t care what you said, he didn’t believe you. He would find where that bastard was hiding you, and he would show you that you needed him to save you ; because there was no way he would let you stay with this man any longer. 

It took him days to find you. He had to find an excuse so your mother wouldn’t worry as he neglected everything else in his life to focus only on finding you. Nothing else mattered anyway ; it only made sense if you were by his side. 

When Childe finally put the finger on the building you were most probably in, he didn’t think twice before putting on his costume and barging in. When he got inside, you were alone in a room, not even tied up or anything. You almost seemed peaceful, and he hated it. 

“I told you not to come,” you began, your back turned to him, and his hands turned into fists. “Like I’m listening to you. You knew I’d come.” He was quick to answer, and you stayed silent without facing him. “Look at me in the eyes, and tell me you want me to leave.” 

Childe didn’t know if it was deliberate but you were so slow while turning to face him. The moment he saw your eyes, he knew he was right. Your eyes were telling him so much more than any words you could yell at him. He took a step closer but was brutally stopped by something sinking right into his back. 

He heard you shout before he turned around. His body reacted on his own when he threw a punch right into your kidnapper’s face. The man took a step back, holding his nose with a crazy laugh. “Someone’s angry!” And what came after was out of his memory. 

Childe like he was going mad, losing his mind every time he saw his sickening face or heard his stupid words. He didn’t care if he hurt himself in the process ; that guy needed to pay, and there was only way for this. He needed to die. 

The ginger never thought about killing someone before. He had fought a lot of bad guys, sure, but he always put them in front of their acts and let the justice do his job. But right now, he could only think about one thing : how he needed to die. 

What brought him back to his clear mind was your sobbing voice right behind him, yelling at him so he would stop. He let the guy fall on the ground, half dead, before he turned to you. His face was showing how lost he seemed to be, his hands covered in blood. He wanted to reach out for you, but he couldn’t let you get dirty with this filthy blood. 

You were crying. Childe couldn’t remember the last time he saw you cry so much. Perhaps it was when you were still two kids playing in the park. There was this boy who pushed you to steal your toy. You cried so much when Childe got scolded for getting into a fight ; but at least, you got your toy back. 

The scene felt awkwardly similar, except that you weren’t children anymore, and he was about to take a man’s life with his bare hands. He looked at them, and he felt his body begin to tremble. “I’m sorry…” He whispered, repeating those three words a few times, not able to look up at you. 

He was cut off by your arms wrapping around his neck when you pulled him in for a hug. A tight embrace like you were afraid he would disappear ; and he couldn’t only return it to you as tightly. Your poor clothes would be stained with crimson red, but it didn’t matter. None of this mattered. 

You both stayed awfully silent as you sneaked into Childe’s room. Neither him or you knew what you were supposed to say after something like this. He had given you a large shirt to change into. He was sitting on the floor while you were kneeling behind him, cleaning the wound on his back. He refused to go to the hospital, so you were the one taking care of it. 

“Thank you… for coming,’ you began, and the ginger didn’t move. “I told you I’d never leave you.” And your eyes widened slightly. You looked up at him, even if he couldn’t see you as you were behind him. He did, yes ; but he did when you were only eight years old. When he got your toy back after the incident at the park, Childe promised to never leave your side. It was nothing but a kid’s promise, but he had never forgotten it. 

A soft smile appeared on your lips at the thought. You couldn’t help it, he was always able to bring a smile back to your face so easily. It always surprised you, the way he could ease your heart in no time. He glanced at you from above his shoulder ; and when he noticed your smile, he couldn’t restrain himself from grinning slightly. He better see a smile on your face rather than those big tears.

thank you!