#he worked in IT your honor this man had anger before his life went to hell

[silvialightning]

Honestly (aside from all the atrocities he did with his powers) Yomiel is just a funny little guy for this. He does this and when asked “What do you want?” decides to ask for curry then claim it was too spicy. He did the crime to prove his powers. The little comment though, unnecessary, but on the spot comedy.

[redwolfxx]

if you died

(Gun x reader)

TW: angst, themes of death, mentions of religion

Summary: You die, how does he react

A/N: Sorry it's been a while, running low on inspiration. Was gonna add some others but wasn't sure on how they might react so I'll save it for another time. Lmk your thoughts!

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Gun

If it was of natural causes:

He would watch your body in the hospital bed with an eerie quiet. His features softer than normal but absent of emotion .

He'd examine your face ever peacefully sleeping in the silence of the room, no mechanical beeps from the machines, nothing. Just silence.

He'd eventually leave you and return back to his place for the night.

At first he had no plans of keeping any of you, he was, at Goo's advice, going to remove all fragments of you from his life, the clothes in his closet, the shoes by the door.

But he couldn't do that to you. So instead, he went to your apartment using the spare key you gave him a while back. He quietly rummages through your apartment, taking the ring you would always fiddle with, the stupid photos you took at every photo booth you passed, he took a few more items, before he was done.

He stood in your foyer, looking around your apartment, it was quiet, and lifeless. Your apartment was always the opposite, your cat attacking him whenever she saw him, your plants everywhere blocking walkways, your gaudy framed artwork livening up the place.

But it was empty and painfully quiet. Your plants given away to trusting friends, your cat given to your sister, and your artwork given to friends and family.

He almost felt his heartache, but that's not an emotion reserved for him. He didn't deserve to feel emotions such as that, for he was a monster, a criminal, void of such emotions.

No linger willing to withstand this feeling, he left your apartment without looking back, with the mementos he took in his passenger seat, where you should've been. He drives back to his place and places your memories around his place. Next to that plant that you gave him that won't die. Next to your brightly colored IKEA drawers you put next to his dark mahogany one.

He isn't ready to lock you in a drawer, to leave you out back. Anger swirls inside him, because how could they take you from him, you have done nothing wrong in your life, you still had so much more to give this world and they took you away.

Why was it not him, he wonders, and he will never stop wondering. He never moves on, not celibate because he's not a eunuch, but he remains loveless, his heart reserved for you and only you.

If anyone brings you up in a less than honorable way, he rips their throats out. Nobody will taint your name, not even his, so he doesn't speak your name in public, to keep your memory pure and bright.

But in the dark hours of the night, as the clock ticks and the silence of the night is all to be heard. He whispers your name. Hoping it will bring you back to him. Even if in a dream.

However, if you were killed:

As he watched your body, lifeless. He feels his fists close, and his heart burn with fury. You had died alone, and likely frightened and he was not able to protect you.

His anger grows and his face morphs into one of pure unbridled fury.

Your killer had fled the scene, he did not know their motive, but he assumed it likely had to do with revenge against Gun himself.

He doesn't sleep, doesn't rest, not until he has the one who did it in his grasp. And as they beg for mercy, he reminds him he is the Shiro Oni, and since when was he known for mercy? With that, he burns their house to the ground, he makes sure that watch as he destroys everything they've worked for, watches as everyone leaves and they are all alone in this world.

Gun was never a man of mercy. He does everything in his power to make they're life one of pain and anguish. And only once Gun is satusfied does he let them die in the gutters of the world. In an alley on a cold rainy night, alone.

Once Gun has his peace he goes to your resting site. And prays to whatever God he can that you come back to him, or even to switch places with him. He could not live knowing you had died for him in a way, all alone, waiting for him to come save you, which he never did.

He almost cries reading your name, engraved into the stone, he almost yells into the night, cursing the world. But he doesn't. He carefully gets up, leaving your favorite flowers by your stone and he leaves.

He returns to his place where a box is on his doorstep. It's in your handwriting. He carefully brings it inside and places it on a table.

He stares at the box, curious and hesitant. He doesn't open the box for a long time for fear of what might be in it. Always looking at it as he passed it, but never opening it, nor moving it.

Eventually Goo threatens to open it if he doesn't and Gun pushes him out and locks the door behind him (Not that that will actually keep him out, but it's more of a symbolic gesture).

On a late night when he misses you more than other nights, he goes to the box and opens it.

At the top lies a letter to him, a handwritten letter explaining that this was to be sent to him should something happen and a letter expressing your love for him and your hopes for him to move on. Which he won't ever.

The contents of the box are composed of photos you've taken over the time you've spent together. Some of him, some of you, some of that bastard Goo (you definitely did that to mess with him). But there was also your most treasured ring which you never took off, your favorite plants with a sheet of care instructions next to it and a threat to have him killed should it die. There were also smaller knickknacks and mementos from your escapades together.

He carefully moved them around his apartment, plant here, random gaudy I ❤️ NY sign here, etc.

Once he reorganized his place with your items intertwined it felt like home once more. It felt like the home you always talked about late at night when you told him about your dreams and hopes for your future.

He would never move on, you were the only one he could ever imagine being with and nothing would change that.

Every night he would pray to whoever in hopes for your revival and return to him. His prayers would go unanswered, but life would move on.

He would move a few times, taking all of your memories with him to the new place, asking you if you like your new home, which always went unanswered.

He would die alone, as you had, but in spirit and memory you never left his side.

[bucknastysbabe]

Hi I got an ask about subby Criston and I’m here to fill it but I accidentally deleted the ask itself. So I hope you see this😭😭I kinda went cuckoo bonkers word to Wyn but anyways! Pookie bear cries and nuts like 40 times🧸🧸

Knock ‘em out - C.Cole

Rating: Explicit

WC: 3k

Tags: Boxer!Criston, Manager!Reader, Criss priss prob needed to be in an institution but now gets paid for beating ass, a little bit of manipulation from reader, marathon sex, overstimulation, sub space, soft domme, 🚨CRISTON BIG ASS PRAISE KINK🚨, he’s puppy your honor, Dom/sub, sub drop, aftercare, pnv!sex, multiple orgasms, intercrural sex, cumming in pants, lil bit of background story but mainly P O R N

Taglist: @aemonds-holy-milk @arcielee @sugarpoppss2 @lovelykhaleesiii @starogeorgina @moncherrii @bambitas @targaryenbarbie @fairysluna @thought--bubble @fallingintoyourlilaceyes @gemini-mama @valeskafics

Thanks @tumblin-theworldaway for helping my mind crank up heheheheeh

Criston knew he was off— something never wired right in his brain. Most people would interview him and see the rags-to-riches story. He came from trash, really, his dad was the janitor at the big boxing gym in the city. Coach Dondarrion told people they let Criston train for free as his father worked so tirelessly.

In reality, he couldn’t stop getting into fights at school. It was unchecked anger growing out of control. Criston’s mother and father begged Dondarrion to take him on and help channel that aggression. It likely saved his life. He was only 10 and beating kids’ faces in over slights— imagined or real. He was horribly possessive, jealous, and lost. Boxing seemed to put a lid on that.

Occasionally he’d have to be ripped off an opponent. Whispers of Criston Cole being a psycho were rampant. He was twenty-three when he got his current manager. She worked miracles. His everything— Criston loved the woman so much that sometimes it hurt his head, thoughts too intense to siphon through.

He’d known her from the Blackhaven gym, she was a daughter of Coach Swann and knew the realm of boxing pretty well. Coach Dondarrion brought her into the picture when Criston almost killed a man in the ring.

She didn’t bat an eye when Criston snarled and tried to intimidate her— only cocking her head and snorting like he was an unruly animal. He’ll never forget the words she said after. It was a shift for the boxer.

“Do that again and you won’t fight this week. I’m in charge now. You’re my prize pet. If you want to keep being a prize pet then you’ll listen to me,” she stated, manicured nail poking his chest.

The bigger man still had no clue what came over him, but her words were like a balm. This was what Criston needed— firm orders and guidance. He hoped at the time she could help him with all the mess in his head. Criston nodded and replied, “Yes ma’am.”

“Good boy. Let’s come up with some rules. You like rules don’t you?”

No unnecessary jabs, no yelling, work on riding the bike and going through footwork, and no cumming until he had won.

Those were the rules before a fight. Criston abided by them religiously. Even if he was like a caged animal towards the lead-up to the big event. He would feel himself grow more and more agitated— actively restraining from ripping his opponent's jaw off. Cole probably looked psycho, with dark eyes intense, jaw clenching. But his expression remained eerily placid. His manager liked that and said she could smell the fear off the other guy.

Criston remained undefeated, she must be right he thought. Coach Dondarrion said Swann was a goddamn genius. She was perfect like that. He hated she wouldn’t go public with their relationship, Criston would wind himself up into an obsessive tizzy over it.

But when he won again, and again, she was there to take care of him. They’d get through the usual press, Criston would shower, and they’d ride back to the hotel together. The air was charged in the back seat. She’d slapped his wandering hands away the first couple of times.

Now he knew to stay put and she’d tend to his face or scratch his hair, careful of any knots and bruising. It felt so fucking good the first time she touched him, he had cum in his sweats before even reaching the hotel. Whining and writhing as she cooed and put ice on his black eye or taped a busted nose— he couldn’t remember exactly.

His manager had cooed in surprise when he seized up and gasped, wetting the inside of his briefs, “Oh, baby? You came? Needed that, didn’t you? Criston Cole, my prized pet, big bad man, didn’t know you liked being loved on. You deserve it, baby, I’m here for you, always.”

Her words had simultaneously embarrassed and made Criston want to kneel at her feet, awaiting her next command. He remained quiet, cheeks flushing heavily, worried internally his nose would start bleeding. Swann curled at his side and stroked his messy curls.

“Don’t be ashamed, you deserve to feel good. ‘Sides I know you have more to go, gotta be pretty full from going a week. You want me to take care of that, empty you out?”

Criston gritted his teeth and whined. He wanted it so bad. The demon in his head teased and prodded him, spitting lies. “She thinks you’re a weak little bitch, you really gonna spread your legs and bare your neck like a slut?” the voice said. He moaned softly, pained from the dissonance.

His manager whispered gently, a small hand rubbing soothing circles on his chest.

“Criston, baby, stop thinking so much, and let me do it for you.”

He melted into her warm embrace, the proposition flicking on a switch he didn’t know existed. She smiled as he slurred out a ‘yes’ and went lax under her palms. Criston didn’t know at the time— that submitting completely to another made his mind stop for a bit.

He was euphoric, eyes focused on her as they entered the hotel. She waved off any reporters and led him by the hand. Criston clung to her like a needy child in the elevator, his cock swelled up again. The manager let him rut a bit on her tight skirt and giggled at his desperation.

When they finally, finally gotten to the room— she stripped Criston down and made him cum until he cried, all the adrenaline sapped out of his body. He lost count of how many times her mouth and hand brought him to completion. He got to float in his head, tongue too thick and limbs too heavy to do anything but whine and be coddled.

Criston woke up later as a new man. He felt he could breathe. Then the games began as his record kept going up, Cole escalating to the fucking top. He didn’t know what to do with all the money except buy his family a house and Swann anything she desired.

He’d won again. Shaking his fist and snarling obscenities at Strong on the ground. He’d get another fuck-ton of money and go home happy. He’d picked up the belt and grinned, elated at his thirtieth win. On the top of the world.

Criston’s mind began to whirl as he stalked down the hallway. He briskly showered and answered a couple of questions to the press. She waited to the side, sinful red lips curled upwards. Swann was wearing the red bottoms he bought her, pretty legs shown off in her little dress and blazer.

When she nodded toward the exit he followed, agitated at the annoying reporter still asking questions. Criston didn’t want to upset her, so he kept his mouth shut and followed along, pulling his hoodie up. His balls fucking throbbed. He wanted to fuck his angel so bad, maybe she’d let him on a special occasion like this.

He got into the dark luxury vehicle, inhaling her sweet scent. Criston was close to getting feral, mouth watering at the possibilities. Still, he remained mute. Until she shifted, facing him in the dark, eyes full of affection. Criston couldn’t help the thin whine that burst from his chest at her attention.

“Look’it you. Took down Breakbones, got thirty wins, fucking hell baby,” she drew closer to him, “Criston Cole, you’re the real deal! You wanna fuck me, baby boy? I think you’ve earned it.”

“Pleaseplease, yes, fucking yes,” he pled.

A stagnant pause fell over the back of the car.

“Thank you,” he moaned, “Thank you.”

“Good boy, don’t forget your manners.”

She placed a warm hand high on his thigh, massaging the sore muscle. Her other palm caressed Criston’s patched-up cheek. She hummed “A kiss?” He nodded eagerly, vibrating in place, adrenaline still coursing through his veins. But Criston knew he had to be her good boy.

The woman softly pecked his lips, pulling back to watch Criston chase with a sad noise. She smiled and kissed him again, deeper this time. He eagerly opened his mouth for her, shivering as her nimble tongue playfully lapped at his own. Criston’s hands balled up in his sweats— no touching, no touching unless given permission.

Their lips wetly smacked in the dark car, her hand moving up to rub maddeningly at his straining cock. Criston cried out into her mouth, hips bucking helplessly. She laughed and nibbled on his shapely lower lip, hand squeezing his manhood.

“S’all mine isn’t it? My cock, just for me.”

He nodded in misery, his body wanted to let go, but it was a bit of a process to get Criston in the headspace he wanted. She knew how to get him there. Like her lips against his ear, tits pressed against his chest as she purred, “Easy love, relax, I’ve got you honey.”

“Mmm- gods, need it,” he gritted out, dark eyes lolling.

As her firm hand jerked him over the sweats, Criston’s manager nipped and kissed at his clean-shaven cheeks and neck. She whispered, “Sweet boy, I know you are s’hard, relax, relax, you’re gonna get to cum all night baby. As much as you want, just gotta let go okay?”

She praised and played with him some more, Criston began to pant hoarsely, thighs shaking as he neared the precipice. She tutted when the car stopped, “Get yourself together baby, we’re here now.” He blinked, a tear falling down his cheek, bewildered by the way she left him.

He was so fucking close! The boxer sulked and groaned at his denied orgasm, eyes watery from how intense his balls were throbbing now. He wiped his eyes and pulled the hood of his sweatshirt up again, keeping his head low. He hoped the half-assed tucking of his hard-on worked.

They walked in sync to the elevators. He sulked, “M’so hard it hurts.” Criston’s girl pouted her lips, patting his cheek, “I know, I know sweet boy, but we can’t keep the driver waiting. Almost there, don’t be so needy.”

Criston wrapped his arms around her waist, tucking his face into her neck. He would be good, he wouldn’t hump or bite. He merely wanted to hold her for a second before the elevator dinged. Swann hummed and nuzzled back into his hair.

Onward they went, Criston’s mind growing fuzzier and fuzzier as his body thrummed with need. Upon entering the penthouse suite— her entire demeanor changed. She snapped, “Go get undressed and kneel for me by the bed.”

He nodded in little jerks, undressing and folding them neatly, just how his mistress liked. Criston shuddered as the cool air hit his cock, swallowing heavily as he knelt before the foot of the bed. His hands shook with need, his adrenaline still thrashing and pumping underneath the skin.

He was downright panting by the time she came out of the bathroom, naked as he was. Criston bit on his lip, eyes watering again. The angel laughed, “You sure are worked up tonight.” She padded behind Criston, winding a hand into his hair, eliciting another agonized noise from the boxer.

“You are so damn talented, the Warrior smiles on you. I’m proud.”

“Thank you, thank you ma'am,” he whispered.

“I’m going to get on the bed and you’re going to fuck all that energy and cum out okay?”

“Yes ma’am- ohmygods.”

Criston’s brows pulled together as she laid before him, legs crooked and spread, her cunt shining with slick. He growled, digging his nails into the skin of his thigh. She crooked her fingers playfully, “C’mon baby, you’re allowed to touch. Use me, my special pet earned it.”

He almost felt bad in the way he roughly had pulled her ass flush to his hips, the flesh smacking loudly. Criston had eagerly gotten on his knees in the center of the soft bed, slotting his swollen cock against her slick pussy. “F-fuck, fuck, gonna use you baby, ’m sorry,” he gritted out. She smiled and shrugged, moaning as he rutted against her a couple more times.

Criston’s dark eyes rolled up as he entered her velvet cunt, warm and sososo tight. He snarled as he snapped his hips into his baby. She was crying out and digging sharp nails into his shoulders. Cole knew he was lost in the feeling, rasping and groaning possessive, ugly things he would never say out loud.

But when legs were wrapped around his waist and she was mewling his name? Criston had lost his firm barriers. He rumbled into her ear between kisses and bites, “My godsdamn pussy, mine, you’re mine, I’ll f-fucking kill anyone who touches you, looks at you, gods I’ll do anything!”

He groaned, balls drawing up quicker than expected. She was crying out “Yes! yes! All yours!” Criston sucked in a wet breath at her neck, hips driving into her at a breakneck pace, hands bruising her pretty skin. He choked on his drool, unable to warn her— Criston’s orgasm was that intense.

She tightened around him when his cock flooded, absolutely flooded her pussy. Criston moaned and clenched his jaw, fucking through the oversensitivity. His girl dug her heels into his ass to spur him on. The boxer swallowed down a little mewl. Everything was still so swollen, he had to keep fucking, keep cumming.

“Mmm, yes! Don’t stop baby, oh Criston!”

“I-I am, fuuuck, g’nna fill you up again!"

He drove his hips upward, lifting her hips so that Criston could get at her g-spot. She raked a bloody mark across his back, gasping in delight. He rambled while thumbing desperately at her clit, “Yeah, yeah, feel s’good, cum on me baby, need to feel you, m’close again!”

Criston wasn’t sure if it was her gorgeous wail or her pussy gushing on his cock or both but he came again. She chose to mouth at his lips, shaky legs clenching around him, hand pulling the hair at the nape of his neck. Meanwhile, he whined Swann’s name, the quickness of his second orgasm turning Criston’s brain into jello.

The slick noises between them were loud and sloppy, he was stuttering and whining. She threw her pretty head back and moaned. Criston was finding words hard. He kept fucking and fucking. She felt too good and he had so much cum for her.

“That’s it, keep it up,” she grunted.

Criston slurred, “Ca-can’t stop, can’t, can't!”

He felt his eyes grow wet as his overstimulated cock was gripped and milked by her cunt. The angel, his angel, wrapped her arms around his sweaty neck, his hips forcing little 'uhs' out of her plush lips. Criston blabbered uselessly, words bordering on sobs now. It felt too good, the pain and pleasure were ecstasy to him. He bottomed out inside her, stopping to mewl long and high before returning to feverishly thrusting again.

“Oh, oh, angel- hurts- s’good ohmygods your pussy, gotta cum again, m’sorry m’so sorry!”

She nuzzled at his jaw, moaning, “It’s okay, doing so good for me, needy baby. You needed this, poor baby’s balls are so full.”

“S’full,” he agreed, mindless and shivering.

Criston’s thighs began to twitch as he felt another wave cresting. He practically wailed as the third peak licked up his spine— white hot and mean. She gasped, nails digging into his flanks, pussy pulsing around another load of Criston’s molten cum.

He was a mess, wordless and drooling. Criston began to move again, gaze unfocused and mouth agape. He whimpered, all overstimulated and still fucking frantic. Criston felt like he’d die if he didn’t stop, tears pouring down his flushed cheeks.

Her hands held his face now, her lips saying something. Criston slowly cocked his head, attempting to understand his manager’s words. She said it again, this time louder with a smack to his cheek. Criston stopped his movements, protesting with a weak noise.

“Babydoll, you gotta fuck my thighs, I'm starting to hurt. I’m going to turn over, okay precious? Got that?”

His lips trembled— Criston didn’t want to do that. He wanted her pussy. He slid out anyway, a torrent of white spend flooding out of her well-used entrance, seeping onto the bed. She marveled "Oh Criston, you still have anything left?" The woman hissed under her breath as she flipped onto her stomach. She tucked a pillow under her hips, giving him access to her thighs, slicked with their release.

Criston stared— unsure how to proceed. His cock was so flushed it purpled, aching horribly. He whined, frustrated with his stupidity, the man just wanted familiar tightness again. She sighed and reached back, ushering his knees and thighs to cage her legs in, forcing Criston forward.

He gasped in delight when his cock slid between her soft thighs, warm and wet. His depleted brain decided this would do. Criston’s thrusts were jerky and uncoordinated, he was growing too sensitive to go on much further. He kept at it, crying and sniffling like a babe.

“Awe baby, you’re hurting huh?”

“Mhm!” he replied, scrunching his face up tight. He had to cum one more time, he had to! Even if it was excruciating, the pleasure ramped up into nerves prickling all over his worn body. She watched him with lidded eyes, lips in a smirk. Criston exhaled again, throwing his head back to sob.

“Gotta- I gotta,” he mewled.

“I know sweetheart, so close, let it all out, you’ll feel so much better. You’re so pretty like this— all fucked out and still want more. Knocked your whore brain sideways. My cute slutty puppy, I love youuu.”

Criston folded under the praise, his body contracting once more, stomach cramping as he devolved into cries. His abused cock managed to dribble one little last bit. He couldn’t stop crying, falling back onto his haunches. Swann guided him down to shush and pet his hair. She murmured, "You're okay, all done now, I'm here, not going anywhere. Just breathe."

Criston’s muscles were all loose but the adrenaline had been sapped quickly. He was gutted— in a good way. Just couldn’t help the reaction, he knew it would happen after an intense romp like this. His baby curled into his heaving side, laying feathery kisses on his jaw, a relaxing hand at his diaphragm.

“That’s it, let it out, poor baby. Couldn’t help yourself hm?”

Criston nodded through the incessant tears, his shaky hand threading through her hair. He rasped, “I love you so much. You’re perfect.” He was growing more sleepy, settled by her kisses and glowing smile. He could float easy and enjoy the win, curled up with his lifesaver. Well, after she got him water and wiped down the mess. He realized with a smile— she had laid a towel underneath them.

She’d have to help him function tomorrow, Criston knew he’d be scrambled eggs, sore, and a bit grumpy. But that’s why they kept a suite for three days. After the kick off he would rest up and replenish. They would fuck sensually, cuddle, and watch a in some order of that fashion.

His addled mind conjured up a big diamond ring he’d buy for her.

[yellowwithalisp]

Okay so like like hobie brown x goth!reader???

Like idk it just works!?!?

( HEAVY BREATHING-

AS A GOTH MYSELF I HAVE TO DO THIS!!! - Yellow 💛🌻) (No proof read. )

• Ok so, as a non-spider. He meets you when he and his drummer are checking out other words. They were checking out The Spectacular Spider-Mans world first, then yours.

• Gwen wanted to looked around at some of the shops. Hobie was just following her around. They found a mall and a Spenver's in it and we're looking around when he lays his eyes on you. Holding up some chockers up to you neck and asking the worker which one looked better on you.

• He of course just casually walks by with his hands in his pockets and says.

❝I think the spider one looks nice on ya. ❞

• You blink and watch him walk be and up to a girl she was looking at sunglasses. Your friend tried to get you to ask for his number, but you were too shy. So you just stocked with trying to sneakily watch him as he walked around the store. He started walking in a pattern around some of the piercings and when you expected him to peak around the corner, he disappeared. You looked around where the man was supposed to be and didn't see him.

❝You lookin' for someone mate?❞

• He said from behind you as he gave you a heart attack. Of course you mumbled no as he had a light smirk on his face.

❝Nice snake bites. They match you're black lipstick.❞

• You barely manage to respond thank you. You friend was talking to the girl who came in with this strange man. You were busy comparing music and he started to help you pick out some new earnings.

• He helped you find a new outfit, some callors, earnings, and he picked out some spider patches for you.

• They soon checked out and he gave you a wave goodbye as he left. The slowly waved good back as you're friend was smirking and leaning over the counter.

"What?"

• She slid over a receipt with a number writen on it. It was the guy's number on it!!

• You two had hung out sencs then. You both have went out shopping and he's even crashed at your place before. Played his guitar for you.

❝Lookin' very peng today.❞

"Oh-um. Thanks?"

• If someone was talking badly about you from behind you're back he was put an arm around him and pulled you close distracting you with some new lipstick brand or something. Anything to keep you from hearing the words other were saying.

• He'll let you do some eyeliner on him but that's it. You claim you wanted to try a new look and be angered to hold still for it. Nice look. He approves.

📱: Hobie, was that you?

📱: Yeah it's me open up. I go' some food.

📱: Hobie it's like- 11:23 pm.

📱: Yeah, it's 11:23 and i go' some food.

📱: Strings, could you come over here for the night?

📱: Sure thing sweethear'. I'm on my woy.

📱: Thanks.

• He makes sure to check in with this worlds Spide when he seen them and ask how your doing every now and then. If something ever did happen he mmaayyeee have built you a watch just in case. Made it so it would match you colors too.

• You try on some of you outfits to go out with him and he just enjoys seeing you happy. Pucks up some random make up that he thinks you would like on his "trips". A Beetlejust eyeshadow paper? Don' know. He thought you would like the colors. Yes, he had walked in on you blasting Bring Me to Life in your room when you thought that you were alone. He even learned some Evanescence songs on his guitar to play for you!

• You wanna get a tattoo but don't wanna go alone? He will be right there next to you holding your hand. A small guitar tattoo in honor of Mister "I hate labels."

• you made a necklace of one of his old guitar pick. Your lucky charm.

[emilyprsblog]

Derek Morgan x Fem! BAU! Reader

Enemies to lovers trope?

Reader and Derek have never gotten along, since the day Reader had joined the team about three months ago. They could never seem to agree on anything, at all. Garcia calls it sexual tension.

The team is on a case, and it’s gotten really late and everyone is just exhausted, so hitch calls it a night, and they go check into the hotel.

For some reason (you can make up one) Derek goes to readers room, and they end up in a screaming match (you can decide what it’ll be about). which leads to reader saying something like “we’re work colleagues” and derek replies with “well what if I don’t want to be just work colleagues!” and they freeze for a second both in shock.

& then they have a really steamy kiss ..

It kinda makes me laugh

tw: a bit gory at the very beginning, (talk of a case), mentions of amputation and blood, minor injuries, a bit suggestive

wc: 2k

note: thank you so much for this request!! i was so motivated to write this one. also; since i am a girl i have a preference to write about female reader x some character, so this is an implied female reader x derek morgan fic, but i don’t think i really specified that in the fic? maybe? i’m not sure, but i just wanted to say that <3 thoughts and comments are welcome and highly appreciated!!

When you first joined the BAU you were quite looking forward to meeting the agents you had heard so much about. You couldn’t believe you had the honor to work with the very best.

You did your research, maybe a bit too much, wanting to make a first good impression and you genuinely thought you would get along with everyone well. You got along with most people.

Everything seemed great on your first day. You went home that day, thinking that you would be good friends with your new colleagues from your initial impression of them and you seemed to be a good addition to the team dynamic. There was one person in particular, however, that you couldn’t have been more wrong about.

“You could have killed him.” Derek spat at you as you both walked back to the rest of the team, each step away from the forest that would haunt you forever filling your lungs with fresh air you very much needed. In the mix of chasing a serial killer, fighting him off — which resulted in you now having a bleeding cut from your forehead and your cheek stinging with the bruise that was forming — and then having to make the almost impossible decision to amputate a man’s foot, was really catching up to you, and somewhere in all of this, you had forgotten to properly breathe.

“His foot was rotting, Morgan. If I wouldn’t have amputated it, he would have definitely died. I saved his life.” You didn’t bother looking at him, already knowing exactly what expression was on his face. A look of anger you always saw every time you were around him.

“The rock was dirty, Y/L/N. You didn’t think about the fact that he could’ve gotten an infection?” The anger in his voice made your heart ache. You scoffed, out of anger and hurt and maybe to be able to exhale in an attempt to cover up how much you wanted to cry. You had been nothing but kind to him when you first met and he had been nothing but rude and mean. He hadn’t shown you an ounce of appreciation or kindness, so you had decided — after a week of trying to be nice to him, only to be shut down — that he didn’t deserve your kindness either.

You knew that he was just trying to get a reaction out of you. Or he was just intentionally trying to be mean. Probably both.

Taking a breath, you looked down at your dirty clothes before your eyes could make out your team in the dark from a bit away as you walked towards them, and them towards you.

You knew Derek wouldn’t listen to your reasoning, but you wanted to at least make your point, so you spoke, still not looking at him.

“Look, I know you hate me, but the very least you can do is respect me.” A few more steps and you could breathe out and be alone and sleep. “You don’t have to like me, just respect my place in this team and respect my decisions. I’m not stupid, okay?” You couldn’t resist glancing at him, seeing him already looking at you, a look of something you weren’t quite sure of.

Immediately, you tore your eyes off of him, looking at your shoes. “If you can’t even respect me, then just try to accept the fact that I’m here, I’m a part of this team and I’m not leaving any time soon.” You didn’t know if he even cared about what you had just said, but as soon as you took your eyes off the ground, you saw the team approaching you with relieved expressions and open arms. At least they had been welcoming towards you. Especially the girls, who you had grown close to in these three months.

“Are you okay?” JJ asked, cupping your bruised cheek carefully as she looked at you with concerned eyes.

“I’m okay.” You breathed out, nodding before JJ brought you into her arms.

As you hugged everyone tightly, really needing them after such a brutal case, you heard Hotch say something about checking into the hotel and finally be able to sleep. You exhaled, feeling Emily’s hand on your back, rubbing comforting circles.

Never had you been so relieved to be in a hotel room as you were now. As the door clicked, you finally properly breathed in and out. Letting the bag fall off your shoulder, the fabric thudding against the floor, you immediately walked to the bathroom, looking at your exhausted complexion in the mirror. Sighing, you placed your hands on the faucet, leaning against it as you closed your eyes, just breathing.

You almost fell asleep like that, feeling so utterly drained, but suddenly a knock echoed through the room and you raised your head, wondering who it was. Maybe Rossi wanted to check on you. You had grown close to him too, him being like a father figure to you and he always checked up on you, knowing how hard it can be to be the new one in a team. Anywhere, really. And hard it definitely had been.

You snapped out of your thoughts as you opened the door, expecting Rossi there, but to your disappointment, it was the one and only Derek Morgan. You found yourself just staring at him for a moment.

“What is it?” Your tone was harsh and you watched as he seemed to search for words. All you wanted to do was get into bed and sleep. “Why did you come here if you have nothing to say?” Derek took a silent breath.

“I just… I just wanted to tell you that you’re wrong.” Your eyebrows knitted in confusion.

“What are you talking about?” Your fingers turned white from the hard grip you had on the door.

“Earlier… you said that I hate you.” He looked away from you. “I don’t.” You wondered if he was more tired than you were.

“Okay?” You didn’t know what to say. He looked up at you. “Look, I just want to sleep. I’ve had a hard day and you’re not making sense,” You sighed. “so can you just leave me alone?” A familiar anger flashed in his eyes.

“Are you deaf? Didn’t you hear what I just said? I’m standing here trying to explain something to you and you’re being rude.” His voice raised and your eyes widened, knowing that he probably just woke up about 15 guests with his loud voice. You dragged him into the room by his arm, closing the door behind you. He crossed his arms, his eyebrows frowning in anger.

“I’m being rude? Are you fucking serious?” You chuckled. A sarcastic one. “You have been nothing but rude and mean and unfair to me since I started. That was three months ago and you’re still the same. Are you blind to your own behavior? We are work colleagues, Morgan, and you treat me like I’m garbage.”

“What if I don’t want to be just work colleagues?” He spat out, unhooking his arms. The air seemed almost knocked out of you as you stared at him with slightly wide eyes. He stared at you back, regretting his words as soon as he had said them. But he didn’t look at you with the same shock you had on your face. In your eyes. There was something else glimmering in his. Something you were too shocked to try to understand at the moment.

As you stared into his brown eyes, you realized that maybe Garcia had been right all this time when she occasionally whispered — not so quietly — to the rest of the team about the sexual tension between you and Morgan. And that tension was incredibly, painfully obvious.

It felt like hours before either of you moved, but as soon as Derek took slow steps towards you, you looked him up and down, your breathing still not under control. Time stopped and nothing felt real when he was almost overwhelmingly close. Your breath caught in your throat as you looked up at him. You could feel his breathing cooling your skin as your heart pounded in your chest.

His eyes were dark and filled with lust and God, so gorgeous. They penetrated yours. Your own flicked between his and suddenly there was a slight crimson covering your cheeks when your eyes had accidentally glanced at his lips. You had caught the small curve of them before you looked up at his eyes again, seeing that he was smirking, his eyes shimmering. It was small, but with him being so very close, you had seen it.

He placed a warm hand against your cheek, caressing the purple bruise. His other hand he placed on your waist and your knees almost failed you.

“Tell me to stop anytime.” He whispered, his voice husky with desire as he lingered close to you with his lips open, touching yours, but not kissing. Without thinking, you took a hold of his belt, dragging him closer to you, your hips meeting at the same time your lips met. The air shifted; it charged into something intense. Your heart fluttered in your chest like a hummingbird as you both slowly, clumsily stepped backwards, your back hitting the wall. You felt your breasts against his toned chest and you never wanted that feeling to go away.

The only sound in the room was your heavy, shaky breaths and you placed a hand on his back, fisting the shirt he was wearing. Almost involuntarily, you leaned in more to deepen the kiss. Derek felt like heaven and his lips were divine.

Derek was still cupping your cheek, caressing, and his other hand traveled to your hair, gently grabbing it. “Derek," You gasped breathlessly against his lips. You thought the tension between you was strong before, it was nothing compared to now. Although, this was another kind of tension. A good one. More than good.

His tongue sneaked out to trace the edge of your lower lip. You opened your mouth, and his tongue caressed your own. The feeling of him caused you to moan into his mouth before you could even think about holding it back. Derek’s kiss was magic. It was frantic for you, desperate. His hand dug into your hip. You pulled back, gasping for air, "Derek, the bed." His lips didn’t leave your skin, falling instead to your neck as you both took a few steps to the bed.

Pulling away almost reluctantly, Derek sat down on the bed, leaning against the headboard, grabbing your arm to lead you to him, drawing you close again. His eyes alone almost made you groan.

You swung a leg over his lap and straddled him, your hand finding the back of his neck. His kisses fell to your neck where he continued his barrage of kisses, your head leaning to the side to give him better access. He took advantage of it, surely giving you marks that you didn’t care for right now. You were too lost in the moment and the feeling of his hands around your waist.

You felt his lips trail down to your collarbones, his hot tongue making you slightly gasp. He felt incredible below you. He looked up at you, smirking which only added to your already burning desire. You didn’t know if this was going to end up turning into something more, but right now, you were more than content to kiss him.

Connecting your lips to his once more, you closed your eyes again and savored the feeling of his lips moving against yours before both of you gently pulled away, breathing heavily, your chest heaving against his. You looked into his eyes, kissing the very corner of his mouth before you placed your hands right under his jaw, smiling at him. You earned a toothy, shiny smile back.

You rested your forehead against his, tracing his muscly arm, still looking into his brown eyes. He traced your hip and you shuddered at the feel. “Can I ask you something?” You quietly spoke, breaking the soft silence. He nodded and you pulled away a little. “What are we doing?”

“I don’t know.” He said with earnest eyes. “All I know is that I never hated you, and I’m tired of ignoring it.”

[newestwhiteboyobsession]

Two Shots of Vodka - Takami Keigo / Hawks x (f) Reader

In honor of me crying over the first episode of season 6, here's some Hawks fluff! Written in second person, which I don't usually write in so it may be a bit wonky. Yes the title is a reference to that one vine. Enjoy!

Warning(s)- mentions of alcohol, slight angst I guess

When you got a knock at your door at 1 in the morning, the last person you expected to see was your ex-boyfriend.

You and Keigo had been broken up for almost two weeks now, after being together for three years. Things were going great in the beginning, but as time went on, and Keigo spent more and more time away for work, tensions rose, and you ended up breaking up.

You looked at the man leaning against the frame of your doorway, reeking of alcohol. He moved to stand up straight but wobbled and fell back against the doorway.

You sighed, “Keigo, you're going to hurt yourself.” You moved to help him but he waved you back.

“Oh, so NOW I’m Keigo to you??” He demanded, a mixture of anger and hurt in his golden eyes. You tilted your head in confusion, “What the hell are you talking about?”

He leaned his forehead against the doorframe and closed his eyes, “Y-you told me I wasn't Hawks to you. You told me- you told me I was Keigo to you.”

You hesitated, hearing the pain in his voice. You moved forward and wrapped his arm around your shoulders, leaning his weight onto you. “C’mon, Kei. Let's get you to bed, we can talk about it in the morning.” You said gently, leading him to the bedroom.

He squirmed in your hold, “I wanna… talk now.” He said tiredly, “I miss you.” You let him fall onto the bed, and he instantly curled up, shielding himself with his wings. You began to walk away until you felt a hand wrap around your wrist. “Don’t go.” He whined quietly, eyes shining with unshed tears.

Your eyes softened as you sat down next to him. He placed his head in your lap as you threaded your fingers through his unruly blonde hair. “I’m gonna go get you some water, ok? I’ll be right back. Promise.” You said, gently lifting his head and putting his head on the pillow as he closed his eyes and nodded. When you returned to the room with pain pills and a glass of water, he was snoring softly. You smiled sadly and put the items down on the nightstand. You brushed his bangs out of his eyes; his wings ruffled at the pleasant sensation.

“I’m sorry, Kei. For everything.” You kissed his forehead, “Sleep well. I love you.”

You gently placed a blanket over his and left the room to sleep on the couch.

_________              _________           ________

Keigo woke up with a pounding headache. He groaned at the light streaming into the room, and pulled the blanket over his head. His eyes shot open at the familliar smell, and he sat up as he painfully remembered the events of last night.

He noticed the glass of water and bottle of pills on the nightstand and gratefully took them. He rubbed his eyes and got up, stretching out his wings and slightly stumbling out of the bedroom and into the living room.

“Theres tea if you want some.” You said from the couch, gesturing towards the kitchen, not bothering to turn around to face him.

Keigo hesitated slightly, before walking over to where you sat.

You watched as he sat down on the couch slowly, sharp eyes looking anywhere but at you.

It was strange, to see the normally confident number two pro hero so meek and hesitant.

He tapped his knee, and took a deep breath, “I’m sorry.” He started, still not looking at you, “About last night. About the breakup. About being an idiot workaholic who never prioritized you. You were the best thing in my life. And I fucked it up.” “Kei, look at me.” You said softly, making him turn his head to finally look at you, “It’s ok.”

He shook his head, “It’s not ok.”

“Really, it’s-” You were cut off by the feeling of his lips on yours.

He pulled back, nuzzling his nose next to yours, “I still love you so fucking much. I thought I’d be ok.” He whispered, “I tried not to care. But I can’t get you out of my head.”

You rested your forehead against his, putting your hand up to cup his cheek, “You didn't do anything wrong.” You said firmly, “You’re a hard worker, and you care about protecting people. That’s one of the things I love about you.” His eyes shined with hope, “Love? As in present tense? You- you still love me?”

You chuckled, “‘Course. I told you I’d never love anyone the way I loved you. I was serious.”

He wrapped his arms around you and buried his head in the crook of your neck, as you wrapped your arms around him and kissed the top of his head. He snuggled into you, trying to get as close as possible, “Can we go back to the way things were? When we loved each other and it was just us against the world?” He asked, making you nod. “Yeah, baby, I would really like that.” You twirled his hair around your fingers, “How’s your head feel?”

He groaned, wrapping his wings around you both to shield his eyes from the light. You laughed, “I’ll go get you some water.” You moved to get up but he tightened his grip. “Just stay with me for now, please.” He said quietly.

You ran your fingertips down his strong arm, appreciating the muscles he worked so hard for, “How about we go lay down until you feel better?” You offered, making him nod.

He laid down on the bed as you shut the curtains and laid next to him. He draped his wing gently over you and wrapped an arm around your middle pulling you close. You rested your head on his chest, right over his heart; it was just as you remembered, steady and strong.

You breathed in the smell of his cologne and felt your body relax at the familiar smell.

He smiled down at you and kissed your forehead, rubbing circles on your back absentmindedly, “I love you.” He hummed.

You looked up at him and rubbed your thumb over the stubble on his jaw, pressing a kiss to his lips, “I love you too, Kei.”

[alexsoenomel]

Grace and Immortality (Sam Winchester x Reader fluff)

Summary: Reminiscing on old childhood memories while on a case with Sam.

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Warnings: death of a parent 

Word count: 755

Note: Wrote this when I was sad long time ago. Like/ reblog or both if you like it :)

In the abounded theater where the ghost was supposed to be there was a piano in the middle of the stage. Lonely and old piano just waiting for someone to press its keys. You turned on the lights and immediately you have been pulled into old memories of childhood and pureness. You were once a happy toddler with a bow in your hair and a smile on your face. You liked animals and your old piano in your living room. You liked the melodies, the elegance and the power it had. When someone would play, everything would stop for a second. The melody would take over and you would be mesmerized instantly. Your dad liked the piano very much; he had a gift that would make anyone jealous. He was a cold man, only capable to express himself through his music.

****

“Mommy what is daddy playing?” You pulled your mom’s skirt as she struggled to mix something. It smelled like vanilla cake.

“I don’t know dear.” She said calmly. “I’ve never heard of this melody before.”

The melody was intense and filled with anger and sorrow. He didn’t even want to look at you. He wanted to pass the gift he had so he would teach you how the magic box worked while you were in his lap but this time was different.

Who knew that would be the last time he played. That day he got back from the doctors knowing how his life was going to end.  

******

Feeling the sharp pain in your gut you quickly snapped back into a dull reality. “Are you okay?” Sam asked.

“Yeah. You go backstage? I will cover the rest.”

“Sure.”

When he was out of your sight you went on the stage to take a closer look. It seemed like someone still loved that piano. It was black and still shining, you hoped it still worked. You sat on the little leather piano bench and opened the fall board. It seemed like you were reunited with your old friend. You took a deep breath and decided to try; years had passed ever since you last touched the keyboard. You cracked your long and delicate fingers while your foot was on one of the pedals.

The first song that came to your mind was Somebody to love by Queen. Your mom loved that song. You weren’t sure if you still remembered how it goes but as you pressed the first key, everything was right again. Once you started, you couldn’t stop. You were in your own little word remembering all of those happy times with your family. Your body relaxed as your fingers created magic. Little did you know someone was watching and carefully listening. Sam didn’t know your love for piano and he was deeply surprised to see you so gracefully lost in the melody.

Suddenly you put your fingers down. The melody was lost.

“That was beautiful.” Sam said making you jump a little.

“Huh.” You turned around to look at him. “You scared me.”

“Sorry.” He sat right next to you. “Since when do you know how to play piano?”

Avoiding his gaze you said. “My dad used to play all the time when I was little, he wanted me to be a pianist, but he got sick before he could teach me everything and died, so my mom decided to honor him and teach me instead, since she was once a piano teacher.”

“You have never told me about your dad (Y/N), I’m so sorry.”

“Yeah I know, I now remember how much I miss him even though all memories of him are vague.”

“Sometimes I wish all of this is just a bad dream. You would have been a great pianist.”

“But then we wouldn’t have met.” You said and pressed your lips against his. His hand cupped your cheek kissing you back instantly. When you broke the kiss you mumbled, as you rested your forehead against his. “I love you Sam.”

“More than anything. Will you play something again? Please?”

“Okay.” You smiled. “I wrote this when I was 16. I hope I still remember how it goes.” Of course you did…

As you started to play Sam watched you, remembering how much he truly loved you. The melody was slow and relaxing slowly taking you and Sam to a whole new world.  

Right behind you was a shadow, vague and tall. It was a man watching his daughter doing what he loved the most- create magic with music.

[bittersweetblasphemy]

hey sorry you're sick bud. what's your oc with the most tragic backstory? vs an oc with a relatively chill past?

the most tragic? woof that's a tough one. and i'm gonna use it as an opportunity to infodump about a lot of OCs lol

most of my characters have at least some level of trauma. i mean just going through my works (and not touching reader characters):

your First Mate in LLTQ comes from a species known for stealing people away to use as brood queens and where said Queens are usually not consenting, then was sent off to perpetuate that same cycle completely alone for the first time in his life. one has to wonder what he went through to decide your consent actually mattered to him.

Hulo was once a human man whose literal humanity was slowly stripped from his soul and eaten over the course of decades

David's no-contact with his family. mom was neglectful from the beginning and cares more about his half-siblings than him. step-dad is some ex-military jackoff who thinks he's a loser who will never amount to anything. doesn't have many memories of his bio dad who just up and left when he was three

Brizeth and Colovan i won't say much about bc i'm actually going to talk about this in the next chapter for B&D. what i will say is that their childhood was fucked up but also a completely normal childhood for demons like them, so is it really that tragic? 🤔 (and bc im sure people's minds are going there, no, there is no CSA involved despite them being concubi)

Adrian is a fallen angel whose anger got his wings ripped off

Hector watched his first love die

Malak is the bastard child of a palace concubine who very conveniently isn't around anymore so you do the math

Tuq left his herd to live completely on his own due to rampant transphobia

Sasha got his scars from attempted murder via arson by homophobic wannabe monster hunters who were hoping to kill him and Theodore

Viktor's big sister, who he looked up to, was killed by a werewolf hunter

the imps in QR paint a pretty clear picture of the hell (literally and figuratively) they'd lived through before being taken in by Horace

where do i even start with Arro? [1][2][3][4]

but ultimately if i had to pick, i think i'd pick Gage. they were kidnapped and sold into forced sex work where all of their memories of their prior life were completely wiped, effectively factory reset, and they frequently deal with trauma by just erasing memories they can't handle. this includes deleting any knowledge of entire people and friendships because they were either killed or committed suicide, and Gage would rather forget than deal with the pain of missing them.

and while they may not have those direct traumatic memories haunting them, they're perfectly aware of the gaps in their memory and what they mean, which just strikes me as particularly sad.

Chill backstories? I mean,

Willow had a normal childhood and learned her love of gardening from her mom and dad, who she has a good relationship with

Marius came from a decently well off family and just liked having sex enough to make a profession of it

Ahlex grew up in a world with UBI, Universal Healthcare, and where there's always plenty of food and fresh water to go around, so despite being raised by his single disabled mother, he had a pretty easy time growing up

Marble and Button were childhood friends that fell in love as they got older

ignoring the tragedy that led to his current position as Malak's guard, Bic had a great childhood and was being mentored to be a clan storyteller, which is a very highly respected position in goblin clan hierarchy

Nina lived a comfortable life with her mother and father, who taught her the art of monster hunting and also impressed upon her the importance of the honor code she still lives by.

anyone else who i haven't listed either has their chill backstories at least alluded to in their fic (like Melia), or i just haven't given them a backstory yet

[oakthcrn]

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It was bitterly cold in the rural villages of Fjerda. Traveling with General Kirigan and his platoon of much older grisha was an honor. That was what she was told by her elders. She was the first girl of her age to see actual combat, but there weren't any Fjerdan soldiers, just some old fishing village.

Lark sniffled as the chill chaffed her nose, and left it red in its wake. Her wool hat was secured to her head while she wore thick mittens--all gifts from her mother. While she had doted on Lark before they left, she couldn't help but notice the morose gaze in her eyes.

She reassured her mother that she would return and that it was just a field trip. She was in her eleventh year, and she was old enough to be useful to the Second Army. After all, it was just a field trip.

She did have to wonder if they were there to convince the Fjerdan people that Grisha wasn't so bad. Perhaps they were diplomats, that was a big part of it, right?

Lark strolled alongside General Kirigan as they traveled through the village's residential area. Lark happened to glance at a house plaque with the name Helvar written on it. She glanced up at the tall general, so lost in his own thoughts, his face somber and stoic. She canted her head curiously and wondered what he was thinking about. She looked ahead and blinked when they marched out of the village without engaging with a single villager, in fact, the villagers seemed to skitter into their homes. The doors slammed and curtains were drawn. She frowned a bit. They were there to help?

They walked until they were out of the village and quite bit away from it. She suddenly felt a firm hand on her shoulder to stop her from walking away. Lark glanced up to see General Kirigan.

" Larkspur. " His voice was deep and sent a nervous shiver down her spine. The man was intimidating. She wondered if he knew how scary he was.

" Y-Yes General? "

" I am told that you out of all the infernis can throw your fire the farthest. Even my seasoned infernis have trouble keeping up with you. "

Lark felt her cheeks flush as she stood there fidgeting with her knitted scarf.

"O-Only in games and training. "

" I need you to show me. Do you see that thatched roof there in the distance? Aim for it. "

Dread struck her like a slap to the face. She gazed out to the distance, and it sank and knotted in her stomach.

" I-If I do, the roof will catch fire, it will set the village on fire because of the wind. "

She dared to glance up to see his face contorted in some semblance of irritation and disappointment. It struck her in the chest and made her ache.

" Larkspur." He spoke, his voice laced with ice and it made Lark stand a bit straighter. " You must understand that if I give you an order, you must follow it. If you do not, it will reflect poorly on your mother. "

Lark felt her face blanch. Perhaps she didn't understand fully the subtlety of his words, but she knew a threat when she heard it. Her face scrunched up as hot tears pricked her eyes as she worked off her wool mitten. She bit back a sob as she summoned her fire and flung it. It met its mark and she watched with horror as the thatched roof went up in flames, it danced along the roofs and after a while, she watched as the whole village was engulfed with fire--her fire. The wind carried the terrified screams of the villagers.

Fear was suddenly replaced with anger--rage as she stared up at the Darkling with every ounce of hate she could muster. This wasn't a field trip or a diplomatic mission like she thought. This was a slaughter. Lark stood there, even when the Darkling moved away to return to their camp, she stood there and watched the destruction she had reaped.

[the-letter-horror-lover]

ground.

Chapter 8: Where to next?

Summary:

The story is moving along and so are the characters.

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

Red looked at your wound which had now bled through your shirt. He panicked, and so did your sister. Both of them rushed to your rescue, Red catching you mere seconds before the inevitable.

The after effects of all that adrenaline finally hitting you moments later. They both sighed in relief at the skeleton catching you, and checked you over.

Once Stitch took off your bandages she realized that the bleeding had already been stopped, her eyes widening.

Red looked at your sister who still had that panicked look on her face. She tried to look, but your stitches still seemed intact. Some of them were even undone but your wound looked mostly healed.

"has she ever been healed using magic?"

Stitch shook her head. She got up and started pacing around while Red held onto you.

"No, we never had to use monster anything before meeting you, Red."

He sighed in relief. Your sister looked at him and wildly gestured for him to explain himself.

"monster magic, it hits ya different than us monsters. 'less ya be a mage or somethin'."

He didn't have to tell her how he knew that information or anything like that. Just how it would affect her sister.

"lilo is gunna be real exhausted from all that magic pullin' at 'er to stitch itself. ya know it ain't easy ta use somethin' ya never knew you had."

He then went on to explain that monster candy works differently on monsters then humans. How candies give a boost and heal using the magic in it but to humans who can't process the magic it pulls at their own abilities to heal. Basically enhancing one's ability to use healing magic but on themselves. He was pretty clear and your sister seemed to understand the basics of it all.

"But we haven't given her monster candy since the first day of her injury. How come it's this bad now?"

"she took somethin' when we got 'ere. must've been a candy."

She cursed under her breath before turning around to face Red. She gestured to you and then to the open space.

"How are we supposed to go from here to anywhere with her in this state?!"

Her words were laced with anger and then sorrow. Red saw how hard this had been on you both. He couldn't tell you or her what he actually was capable of. You wouldn't look at him the same way. He cursed his own abilities, being so useless right now without them. His breathing had gotten better since he was no longer running for his life but he was unsure of what to do. The gurgling screams felt drowned by their thoughts.

"You can go."

He looked at her like she had just grown a second head. She crossed her arms and gestured for Red to give you to her.

"You can go. I don't want you to dust. If this is where I die. I'll do it with my most precious person."

That's when he looked at her soul. She was fully willing to just stay here, awaiting death. She didn't look scared. That was her soul trait manifesting itself. His grip on you tightened. He didn't want to let go of the only person he liked in this whole damned world. Hehehe. The only person he liked. Since when had he started thinking that of you?

'They could use you for their own gain with those kinds of feelings Sans. Once you are worthless to them you'll be thrown away to the wind, only your dust remaining. Once they realize what kind of monster you are do you think they'll still want you? No one loves or cares about you.'

A hand grabbed you from him. He looked at your sister and saw how sad she truly looked.

"It was an honor living my last days with you, Red."

They heard a loud thud behind them. Once they both turned around, they saw the little girl and their father were waiting for them.

"Come on! We don't have all day!"

They both looked in shock but quickly gathered their things. The makeshift platform the man had built was their life line in the sea of undead. You were sent to Stitch as Red took the heavier stuff. The crashes and screams of the flesh eating corpse sounded out behind them. He pushed through his exhaustion and made it to the other roof, the undead far enough to no longer cause trouble for a little while.

"why'd ya come for us?"

He ruffled his child's hair and looked at her then back at Red.

"The little one felt something was off. She wanted to make sure you were all fine and also to give you a gift."

She got closer to Red and gave him a little pin made of a bottle cap. It was painted yellow with the word Red written on top. He clasped it onto his jacket before bending down on one knee. He gestured for the little girl to get close. He had never thought that kindness still existed in this world so he was happily surprised. He took her little hands in his own and pressed gently. He smiled at her and she smiled back.

"thank you."

On odd silence felt the space but Tina the determined little soul she was guided them. She talked to Red and showed him her favorite places while they walked back to their places.

"what 'bout ya wife. ain't she gonna throw a hissy once she sees us?"

"She can't."

Tina just grabbed some of Red's jacket in her hand. She had little tears pricking her face.

"Mommy's not there anymore."

The father looked at Red and shook his head. Stitch looked at Red still holding you in her arms. They seemed to have a look of realization, understanding just how close your group was to feeling their pain. Tina held Red's hand tightly, sniffling along the way.

They laid you in bed as your breathing steadied. Red turned around to look at the man. He wasn't angry but he also didn't want either of you to grow attached to them.

"we leave as soon as she wakes up. we have places ta be."

He turned to look at Stitch and saw how she only had eyes for you at that moment. It would work in his favor.

Hopefully the horde would pass soon enough. Hopefully you could all escape this place and be back on the road within the next day.

Stitch wouldn't leave your side. He had to physically drag her off you and give her food so that she'd eat. He was on guard duty, watching over you while your sister rested. You'll wake up in an hour tops and you'll be bouncing with energy. Why can't she be reasonable? Fucking humans and their fucking feelings. Doesn't she get that you'll be fine. He grumbled and might have mumbled a bit of his words.

You chuckled and looked at him. His eyes turned to you.

"Hey Red. Did it hurt?"

"what?"

"Did it hurt, when you fell down from heaven?"

He snorted.

"nah but it sure did when i clawed ma way outta hell."

You chortled and he joined you with his wide grin.

"So which one of us died first?"

He shook his head.

"we safe doll. we out of there 'nd safe."

You blinked rapidly while looking at him, disbelief written all over your face. Slowly blinking through your tears of relief, you jolted up and caught him by the hood, bringing him in a close hug that you just wouldn't stop. Your muffled cries are buried in the fur of his jacket as he patted your back and whispered words of reassurance.

After a while you stopped sobbing and wiped away your tears. He looked into your eyes and you met his own stare. You smiled and he felt his soul melt. He ruffled your hair and got up, taking your hand once he was confident you could stand. You gladly took it and he gently got you off of the bed.

You took a tentative few steps and he helped you reach the kitchen, passing your sleeping sister. “should we wake er?” Red whispered, to which you shook you head in the negative.

You sat at the island counter and he got the propane heater working. Slowly, he brought out ingredients made for a soup, and you just stared at him while he worked, the both of you sharing a comfortable silence.

That's until you got too curious and started asking questions. He heard your inquiries about what had happened and enlightened you on the events., you had only been asleep for 6 hours at most and Red was quite proud of you for that.

"ya should 'ave seen stitch when she thought ya up and died. she realized ya weren't real quick but boy it sure did scare her."

Your mind wandered, a question forming in your mind and you decided to get your answer.

"What about you, how did you react?"

He stopped working on the food and you saw a blush the color of his namesake appear on his cheeks. He pulled his hood up and continued stirring the pot.

"i felt weak."

You held a breath when he said it, your hand moving to cover your mouth. It was like time had stopped between you two, his eyes slowly coming up to meet your own, a genuine sad expression on his face.

His brow rose up in question as he saw the look on your face. You'd have gotten up had you had the strength for it. You didn't want him to feel that way. You gripped the side of your shirt. Your eyes fell from his and he continued cooking.

"So what's next?"

"i got a few (g) i want ta spend. so once this shit show's over. we heading ta vegas or somethin'."

That sounds nice. Did he say we? He didn't want to leave after all of this? Maybe you truly gained a wonderful ally today. You smiled softly as you thought on his words.

Red had just finished making soup and was now serving each of you a bowl. He gave you a bowl and you gently blew on it, trying to cool the soup so it wouldn’t burn your tongue, giving him side glances every once in a while. Once you felt it had cooled down enough you took a tentative sip and were surprised by how delicious it was. It had been a while since you tasted something reassembling good cooking.

"It's so good Red!"

"heh." Was all he said before he turned back to his own bowl, you happily eating your own like it wasn't the end of the world out there.

Your abdomen felt tight, but considering the stitches still attached to you that must have been normal. You lifted your shirt tucking it under your chin, at least you still had your underwear.

It was night time and only you and Red were awake. You wanted to see the damage there was left. You couldn't help but flex your muscles, testing it. Your wound looked mostly healed at this point, but it looked like it would always have a scar in the shape of a bullet wound. Otherwise, you’d probably be fine. Maybe you could ask Stitch to pull them out after her rest.

Like he had somehow heard you, Red got close to you.

"ya want 'em out?"

You nodded and he just walked off, your eyes trailing him until he was out of view. Your breathing came out almost shallow but you knew it was probably due to stress. Or just your nerves. You were trusting Red with something really important. He's a skeleton, does he even know how to patch skin? What if he tries to do them like bones? How do you even stitch bones?

A loud thud brought you out of your thoughts as Red placed a med kit in front of you. You gazed at him unsure on whether you should let him continue or not. He made a beeline for the tweezers and medical pliers. You couldn't move anymore, stuck to your seat as he worked diligently on your stitches. You saw how careful and meticulous he was when removing each of them. How he inspected each of them as he removed them. Cutting, tugging and pulling out all of the now loose strings that attached your wound. It wasn't a lot but you still felt he took so long to remove ten stitches.

While he worked on your wound you had plenty of time to observe his bones. You saw the rough edges and scars that showed his past. Considering the kind nature of monsters, you always thought that Red looked weird but this time it truly sank in just how different he was. You placed your hand on top of his scapula, feeling the rough edges even under his sweater. You touched him gently and he froze for a second, staggering in his movement. It shot a little pain through you and you just wheezed a little.

"fuck! fuck! sorry... i didn't mean ta-"

"Don't apologize, it's my fault! I shouldn't have touched you without your permission."

He mumbled and you just stared at him as he finished your other stitches. No other words were spoken, an awkward silence growing between the two of you. Slowly the others stirred awake and joined you two at the island counter. An awkward and palpable tension filled the air between you and Red, growing slowly. He didn't move and neither did you. Your sister left the tension to subside between you two until she also thought it was too much.

"Okay! Let's pack our bags now that Lilo is awake!"

You both turned to her and she only smiled and walked out. She shouted for you to pack your things and clean your face. You slowly nodded even though she couldn't see you. Red looked towards you and once your eyes met both of you became red like tomatoes.

This was interrupted when Tina grabbed onto Red and dragged him along so she could help him make his bag. He seemed endeared by the child and that brought you joy. A little moment like the world was still alright. That's what this little bundle of sunshine did to you both.

Tina occupied his mind while Stitch and you talked about your next destination. She talked about amusement parks and how she wanted to have fun on the ferris wheel like when you were younger and your mom had brought you to them. You tried to tell her it might not have been the best idea but she wouldn't budge. It was technically on your way between here and Las Vegas at least. You rubbed your forehead with your palms before relenting to her demands. She jumped with joy and happily went to the next room where Red was packing. She came back with the skeleton in tow lazily walking behind her, both hands in his pockets.

"so ya want ta have fun. ya could have jus' asked, doll."

He drawled his last words and your sister sighed at his flirting. You laughed and finished preparing that morning. The father and daughter duo were sad to see you go but overall they understood why you needed to leave. After all, one day his daughter too would want to explore the world. She gave you a wide toothy grin and waved as you made it out to the roof.

The horizon had cleaned up from any undead now they were haunting Fin, well what used to be Fin's base. You could all sneak out from the city in the less infected areas and move along to the next town over.

That's how you came back to your first resting place in this hell of a city. Red worked on putting back the battery and making sure the car was functional while you and Stitch made a timed alarm to attract the undead away from the car. You also flared some horns to make as much noise as possible. The plan went without any issues and you all packed back into the car with the extra supplies from the cart.

Red also appeared at some point with a second cart saying he had it stashed away in case of emergency. Also because he didn't trust the father at first. You thanked him for this and asked why he had filled it with so much mustard.

"it's cause i like ta drink it."

You looked at him incredulous while your sister exclaimed herself.

"I knew it! Called it sis. You owe me the next rule day."

Dang, that was a lost on your part. Although it didn't matter for now. Maybe you could bet something better against it before it came to be. After all, you had enough excitement for a good while with what had just happened. You all share a good laugh and exchanged stories as you once drove again. Where to next?

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Chapter 9: Revelations and tears

Summary:

We need a little hurt comfort before moving forward. Enjoy

TW: SUICIDE AND MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH

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Continuing on your little road trip with good company felt invigorating. Although your next sleep wasn't.

You were in a choice based game, with everything you had done in your life presented as choices. The story kept on playing with some parts of it overlapping and repeating themselves. You looked and looked and looked but you couldn't change anything. Does this mean it was destined to be?

Events of the days before you met Red flashed. How you had met Fin. The disgust you felt towards him and his little crew. All the little details of those days that made you want to gag. You braced yourself for the worst. Until it was with Red. It took little red and pink tones and you felt light seeing those. You both smiled at one another so many times in so little time it felt really nice.

Then you saw the gun. Time froze and had a choice to make. But did you really? Could you have left Red to die? Would you have done it knowing how much you like him? Did you even like him when that happened? You didn't have a choice. This wasn't a game.

Once again, you stepped in front of him and took the bullet meant to dust him. You felt your vision cloud but this time relief didn't come to get you. Somehow Red had been in front of you and took the bullet. He bled like a human would but over a few long moments his bones turned to dust. He looked at you all teary eyed and cupped your cheek.

"ya were ma sun. hope ya know that."

Only his clothes were left in the aftermath. Fin was too stunned to speak and you shot him. No remorse, no emotions. Just, revenge. He looked at you as he died. Tears filled his eyes but you didn't have any pity for him. You'd let him die. You'd let him become one of those fucking bastards. That's all he deserved.

You took Red's jacket and climbed into the car. Nobody dared to come after you and your sister. Your sister wouldn't even look into your eyes. You were changed, forever. Your sister grew distant.

You saw her die right in front of your eyes. All light was lost in her eyes as you had to shoot her to prevent her from coming back. You felt empty. Devoid of a purpose in life, you dropped all of your gear at a nearby survivors' base. He asked if you really wanted to part with all of this loot and you nodded. Telling him you had plenty more.

"liar."

Whispered his voice. He might have been gone but his spirit still haunted you. Not the one you killed but the one you couldn't save. Her voice still echoed in your ear sometimes. Telling you the right or the wrong choice but you didn't listen to it. Was this really the end?

You found a way to the tallest building where everything had gone wrong, the hoard having erased all trace of earlier human existence. You climbed the stairs back to Fin's office. You opened the door and here he was. Undead and just wandering around his office. You took one look at him and rushed him head first. You tackled him to the ground and punched the shit out of him. Bellowing out all of your frustrations and loss.

"He should have lived!"

Another one.

"I should have taken that bullet."

You kept pummeling him.

"My sister, my one and only lost hope and died because of you!"

You stopped, and you looked at your bloodied fists, the corpse no longer moving under you. You uncurled your hands and looked at your palms.

"It's my fault."

With that you turned to the huge balcony facing the office.

You smiled. Probably for the first time in months.

You climbed over the railing. You looked to the sky.

"jump." "Jump." "jump." "Jump."

Their voices both told you to do it.

You relented.

As you descended you saw her face in the sky and she whispered to you one part of your phrase.

"And the moon and stars."

You jolted awake. You gasped and looked but you were fine. You were in the car with Stitch and Red. Red passed out in the front seat while your sister drove.

"Are you doing okay?"

You nodded and she smiled at you. You felt terrorized by this nightmare. What if it also had a deeper meaning. What if this meant he would come back to kill you? You nervously looked around. You couldn't get that thought out of your mind.

"What's on your mind sis?"

"Nothing."

You had completely shut off both your sister and Red. They couldn't talk to you and you pushed off all attempts to do so. At night you wouldn't sleep and even Red realized that your kills had been more brutal. When he went to check on you he saw how dull the color of your soul had become. What made you lose hope?

He grew impatient as your sister remained calm between the two of you. A rock to the storm inside your mind. You just couldn't verbalize what had been on your mind. What if it all became true the second you said it.

You were fussy and kept blowing up at Red. It wasn't his fault he died in your dream but it shouldn't have happened like it did. It was his fault for stupidly getting in front of a bullet you would have survived. Stupid Red and his stupid dream abilities.

You wouldn't talk anymore. It had been four days since that nightmare and it just kept repeating itself every night. You kept looking back, scared that something would pop out of nowhere. Your mind raced and you looked on to all the horizon.

Stitch was driving and you were in the back seat. You couldn't tell them and so you bottled up everything. Nobody to listen to your nightmares because you didn't want anybody to see how terrified you were of them. Red turned to face you and he sighed.

"ya want ta tell us what's got ya panties in a twist?"

Stitch punched him in the shoulder but he just turned and glowered at her. She gestured to you and made a hand motion to tell him to shut it.

"am not gonna stop till i know sweetheart is fine!"

"She's scared Red!"

Your sister shouted with all of her might and Red stopped dead in his tracks. You? The brave soul who dared to take a bullet for him? That's unlikely. What could have you so scared? Your sister stopped the car. She unbuckled her seatbelt and left the car.

"We're not going anywhere until you two sort shit out."

With that she slammed the car door and left you with him. You felt an air of malice stagnating the air as your feelings overwhelmed you. Red rubbed at his skull and got out of the car, closing the door and leaving you alone inside. Nobody was sharing your fears. Nobody must have thought Fin coming back to hunt you was a real possibility. You were the only one scared of the ghost that shot you. Of the ghost that would shoot your friend. Of the nightmare that would soon become a reality.

Your car door was swiftly opened and Red grabbed you onto his shoulder. You couldn't even resist him. How was he this strong when he's made out of bones? You rustled in his grasp but it didn't work and you ended up shouting at him.

"Let me go! Why are you doing this?"

He just dropped you from his shoulder into the wheat field. He straddled your hips and had his hands placed above your shoulders.

"What are you even doing? There could be a zombie or even ten of them in this field. Why would you even-"

He leaned in and kissed you right on your lips. You stopped and started blushing and thrashing around. He patted the top of your head and looked at you.

"What the fuck was that for? I'm trying not to develop feelings jack ass!"

"why would ya even do that?"

"Because you'll die dumbass!"

The wind blew in the tall stalk and you just stared at Red.

"why do ya think i'll die?"

"Because you always do in my nightmares and so does Stitch!" Tears fell down your cheeks pearling down and staining your cheeks at your confession.

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Chapter 10: This trip would go smoothly

Summary:

Exposition chapter (sorta) into the minds and thought process of everyone.

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Red couldn't believe what he was hearing. Was that what was eating at you? The strong and confident you that he saw all those times. Why didn't you talk about it? He then remembered what your sister had talked about.

'When ever Lilo has those kind of dreams it usually holds a little truth. She might have seen a way they could break our barrier or an entrance we overlooked. Don't argue and listen to the dream is usually my best advice.'

But what if it was just a regular nightmare? He thought when you had cried the other time it was just from the shock of it but if it's truly eating at you, how could he make you feel safe?

Gunshots were heard further in the distance, grabbing both of your attention.

"Sorry didn't want to but we got company!"

Red stood up and looked around. He saw a small hoard coming towards your group. His sockets went wide and he grabbed you by the arm. Yanking you up and carrying you on his shoulder.

"Red, what the fuck."

"sorry cheeks ain't got time ta explain."

He ran back to the car dropping both of you in the backseat as your sister took the wheel. The wheel spun in the gravel leaving you slightly dazed. You looked around to see that things seemed to be calmer. Red was sweating profusely. You thought it looked quite weird that a skeleton would sweat red but it must be related to his magic. You turned around to reach into the trunk. Rule #12 (bounty paper towels) to wipe away at the excess sweat. He let you do it although you saw his cheeks flaming red.

You smiled once you were done.

"Sorry, that might have been rude."

His lazy smile returned and he sat back with his arms behind his back.

" 'nythin' for ya doll."

He drawled out his sentence and wiggled his eyebrows. He told you both that he was due for a nap and that he would be out like a light for the next few hours. You promised to wake him up for dinner.

Once you heard him snoring your eyes met your sister's in the rearview mirror.

"So, did you tell him?"

You shrugged your shoulders.

"A bit of both. I'm scared. What if it's all true? What if this dream will also happen?"

"I'll stop, you talk."

She slowed down her pace on the highway until coming to a full stop. She pulled the handbrake of the car and put it in neutral.

"You both die. Instead of me taking the bullet it's Red that takes it. It all starts going south from there. The worst part is, I can't stop it and I keep dreaming about it."

You furrowed your brows and ruffled your hair with your hands. Your own frustration becoming too much to bare.

"Fin is probably dead. With the amount of Z's in Atlanta I'd be surprised that anything but stragglers survive. We can check if you want. We can turn around and explore Atlanta until you are satisfied."

"No!" You shouted, eyes wide with panic.

"That's even worse. What if it's the second time I saw it in my dream? What if the second time around Red steps in front of me? We can't risk it!"

She nodded and let you rant until you couldn't form words anymore. It took a little while but both of you came to the same conclusion. You had to stop thinking about it. Your dreams weren't always accurate. You couldn't let them be real.

"You know what happens anyway if I die."

"Don't. We don't talk about this anymore."

"But you'll do it."

You crossed your arms and looked outside, your sister taking this as her cue to drive some more. She wasn't that far off the mark. You truly hated the idea of death but you did feel slightly better after talking about it. Slowly the snores of Red and the car's engine lulled you into sleep.

The next time you woke up it was pleasantly after a dreamless slumber. You looked around and saw that you were the only one in the car. You got out of the car and slammed the door. Looking around you seemed to be on some kind of camping ground. Your sister was hanging clothes to dry while Red was working a grill. You wouldn't question where they got such a big grill from or the meat.

Red spotted you and grinned from afar.

"well looka that. sleepin' beaut' is finally up."

You stretched your back and turned to your sister.

"How long was I out?"

She shrugged.

"A couple hours or something like that. We let you sleep in. Thought it would be a good idea since you've been losing sleep these days."

"ya nightmares are common where ‘am from. knew ya needed da rest."

You thanked them and all of you ate peacefully. You stayed the night to sleep in the hummer and took first guard duty since you didn't think you had it in you to sleep. Stitch would take middle and Red last. You kept the fire lit so you'd have a source of light in case any stragglers made their way here. Stitch and you always have the argument but since you proposed to smoke some game meat Red had hunted for dinner. How did he even find this much meat in so little time?

It was then decided that the fire could stay lit until morning. A grill on top and the fire, a few feet above the flame and a poking stick and a smokey sauce Red had brought back from the supermarket. Blessed be the supermarket once again. Your shift was pretty quiet. One or two stragglers but mostly just the sounds of the quiet night. Soon enough it was time to switch shifts and you went to the car to wake up Stitch. You shook her slightly and she grumbled but stood up slightly. She blinked slowly before you saw her get spooked and throw a knife behind you. You finally heard the gurgling sound of an infected who had just died.

You turned around to it and then her, placing your hands behind your back and allowing her to get out.

"I told you. You loose your natural night vision when you are exposed to a bright source of light. It could have been bad sis."

She left the car and stood above its body. Rule #2 (Double tap), She had to make sure it was truly dead so she plunged another knife into his skull before grabbing the two she had used on him.

She placed her hands on her hips and whirled around to face you. She seemed to gather her words and like the pressure was slowly building up. You waited for her to blow a fuse but it never came. She just sighed.

"You should get some rest. It won't do us any good to argue this late in the night."

You looked back to her and offered a hug before climbing the passenger side and laying there. You could hear the snores of Red, you turned around to look at him and observe him. How could he just kiss you like that? It's like he didn't even care what you thought. You did like him or you think you do but that was so sudden. You didn't even get to talk to him about it after.

That wasn't fair. How could he look like nothing was wrong in this world? He had kissed you and you just let him? Why? Just so he can break your little heart after? No, Red isn't like that. Fucking self doubt, making you question the only person you've ever liked. Would he even talk about it if you asked?... Maybe you should try. You leaned over the seats and got close to his ear (?) to whisper to him.

"Hey Red. What do you think of Lilo?"

He grumbled in his sleep but it wasn't anything coherent. Well at least you were sure he was asleep. It had been such a long time since you or your sister had some alone time.

You went to check in your backpack and got out a battery powered adult toy. You hoped it didn't make too much noise but you both know it shouldn't. You turned it on and slowly rubbed it along the top of your pants. The pleasure wasn't enough so you shimmied your pants down and were now in your underwear. You rubbed it along there and the vibration was indeed stronger but you needed more.

You had enough of your panties and decided it was time they left. The toy now right flush against your clit made you shiver. You rubbed circles with it and stuffed a bit of your t-shirt inside of your mouth to prevent any mewls from escaping you.

The closer you got the harder it was to contain yourself. You wanted to moan but it just made you crave more and more release. You were about to reach your peak. Just a few more seconds, you felt it as you tighten-

...

The toy stopped vibrating. You were left with the toy in your hands and you felt completely dejected. What the hell? Was it really missing a battery so close to you finishing? You got a spare battery out from the big pack of batteries you had. You twisted it open and replaced the old battery. You closed it and turned it on.

...

Why isn't this thing working...?

You tried another battery thinking it might have been a dud.

...

Still nothing.

You wanted to throw it but you knew it made too much noise. Why did you only rely on that one? You struggled to think coherently. You just wanted relief and without a good toy that would be much harder.

...

Anger, sadness, defeat. There's only so much you could do, your climax now out of reach. It had been half an hour and you couldn't get close to it. You had to relent and stop for the night.

When you woke up you felt groggy and sluggish. You got out of the car as Stitch was still sleeping in the back seat. Your mood was sour but at least you could spend a little alone time talking to Red.

"Hey Red. How's breakfast coming along?"

He stiffened and you heard the pan sizzle but the skeleton didn't answer you. You went close to him, tapping his shoulder to gain his attention. He turned around to look at you. You saw his cheeks flushed red and his eyes darting around anywhere but to look at you.

"heya, stitch's not up yet?"

You shook your head and that seemed to appease him. He went back to flipping the skillet but there still seemed to be some tension there. You decided to be direct and ask him.

"Did something happen with Stitch?"

He looked back at you and you saw sweat beading down his skull.

"nah nothin' happened with ya sis. we peachy."

That was highly too suspicious to your liking. You tried to prod Red for an answer but he would flat out ignore any attempts you made towards it. You were fed up and that's when your sister got out of the car. She yawned and stretched herself to her full height before moving slowly towards you.

"Morning sis, Red."

She shot him a look and Red immediately tensed up. He audibly gulped and you saw him twist his collar around his neck to fidget with. That was definitely your sister's fault. You gave Red a tap behind the skull and then went to confront your sister.

"What did you do to him?"

She looked sly and just shook her shoulders.

"I didn't do anything. I just explained the rules."

The rules? The survival rules? No that wouldn't make much sense, he doesn't really follow rules. What would make her this smug and him this distanced?

...

"You gave him the talk. I can't believe that you gave him the talk!"

She just twirled a piece of her hair on her finger and sat on a trunk.

"He needs to know his place."

She gestured towards Red. He looked like he would rather be in the middle of a hoard armed with only a butter knife than deal with you and your sister's shit. You forced a smile and grabbed your sister by the scarf. You brought her face close to yours and spoke eye to eye.

"Take that back."

You yanked her forward and she just placed her hands behind her head. She was messing with you wasn't she? She wanted to see if you were serious about him. She clicked her tongue and you just threw her off you. You made sure you had your equipment on you and darted for the woods. She wanted to get a rise out of you and she sure did. Now you need to let that frustration go so you don't act rashly.

You saw a small group of zombies and darted for them. You undid the button to your knives and immediately threw one at the closest. It hit him square in the face. He went down and that's when the others got agitated. You took a second knife and threw it at a second one. This time hitting him in the neck. The black sludge of what used to be his blood leaking from the wound. They finally caught sight of you and one sprinted towards you.

You just took out your machete and swung it at the first one. You saw him fall and immediately kicked the second one so you could focus on the third one. You had priorities in this fight. Your next strike brought him down and you just plunged your machete into the skull of the second one who had fallen over. The other two were slow and you easily took them out. Your breathing was ragged but it felt refreshing to let out your pent up energy. Couldn't forget the rules though. Rule #2 (Double tap) to make sure they're actually dead.

You leaned down next to one of the trees. This was a lot to digest. Your sister was such an asshole for doing this but you know it's because she cares. Cold and calculated to a t, as always. You just didn't like to be part of her target audience. You heard leaves crunching and immediately got up, your blade at the ready. Red got out from behind the trees. He had his hands in his pockets and nonchalantly walked towards you.

He took you by the hand and started walking back towards camp. He didn't talk, he didn't whisper, he wouldn't even look at you. It was a silent agreement to just follow him or it felt like it. You were perplexed by his behavior but also quite loving the attention. It was probably his way to deal with things and you liked his thoughts on the matter.

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tasting glass

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Rating: 18+ (No minors); explicit 

Wordcount: 1.6k

Warnings: Rick Sanchez x F!Reader, angst, implied age gap, unprotected sex, daddy kink

A/N: Hello I’m back from the dead, I know I’ve been lacking on both fandoms but my hyperfixations have died. In honor of season 5 here’s a new little mini-series I’m challenging myself to this summer! This takes place in between episodes 2 and 3!

The summer heat was humid and sticky as Rick finished his latest project. The sweltering seemed to permeate the garage just the same with the door opened or closed, and with Beth and Jerry’s latest fight reaching its peak, he decided hiding away was his best bet. 

Rick and the heat did not get along well, something that translated to the rest of the family, it felt as though he was fending off Summer and Morty with a stick. Their boredom was not his problem though, he had much better things to do. The thought of slipping away had plagued his mind for the last few hours, but the fever of the summer seemed to make his mind feel like syrup. 

“What I wouldn’t fucking give for a pool right now?” Rick murmured to himself, his brow furrowing at the reminder of his own sticky misery. The sky bathed the house in a silky red with the sun slipping down under the horizon. He took another sip from his flask, turning to lean on the workbench. 

He heaved a deep sigh as his phone caught the corner of his eye, you were ignoring him, and in true Rick fashion he had taken that in stride. His eyes narrowed unconsciously as he thought about it, his empty hand tightening into a fist. He didn’t fucking need you.

 He didn’t need anybody.

Beth’s shrill voice cut through the air followed by some thuds and an “Ow!” from Jerry. That earned an eye roll from Rick and while he wouldn’t mind going in there and tearing them a new one, it was too much work. Morty was breathing down his neck about letting them be, that they were happy. He had scoffed when Morty said that, it was bullshit and he wouldn’t be surprised if someone wanted another divorce in the next 6 months. 

Nonetheless, he was stuck in this stuffy house with his family’s bullshit to avoid your bullshit and he was starting to feel suffocated. Why did he give a shit if you were mad, fuck if you wanted to play that game so would he. Maybe it was the liquor he had just downed but it really didn't take much to get Rick riled up. And you knew that. 

He could feel the anger blooming in his chest, he wasn’t some fucking teenager in a petty fight with some dumb, little girlfriend. Suddenly he was hot with anger and before he knew it, a portal was in the center of the floor and he was walking through. Damned be his new fibermesh epidermis defense, and fuck his family, always asking him for shit. 

One foot through he stopped and thought of you briefly softening, he had been pretty rough on you lately. You called, he declined. You showed up, he went out the nearest portal. He had really only been around lately to take care of his own needs.

A particularly loud curse from inside the house brought him right back to his original train of thought, he was the smartest man in the universe, he didn’t need to take crap from you. You should be thanking him for his presence in your life. 

“You have some fucking nerve.” 

You shrieked as Rick pulled back the shower curtain. A cold shower was one of the better ways to fend off the heat with the air conditioner broken, especially since Rick had moaned, groaned, and wormed his way out of fixing it. 

“What the fuck are you doing?” You hissed as he climbed in fully clothed, his brow in a prominent V-shape, lids half mast. It would have been comical in any other situation, his lanky body struggling to fit in your small shower, an almost bored expression on his face as the water drenched his clothes. 

“Me?” Rick scoffed, and narrowed his eyes at you. He began to lose his composure a bit, having your wet naked body in front of him. 

“Yes, you. You can’t just barge in here unannounced anymore Rick. I’m not some toy you can pick up when you’re bored and throw it away when you’re not.”

He feigned a hurt look, shrugged the now soaked coat from his shoulders. “I have enough toys, sweetheart, if you were one you’d know.”

That earned a huff from you, it had been a long day and the last thing you needed was Rick’s bullshit. Turning back to face the water, you rinsed the rest of the soap off of you, jumping slightly as his arms snaked their way around your waist. 

“C’mon,” he murmured, pressing kisses to your shoulder, you could feel the hard press of cold denim against your ass as he ground into you, “you know you can’t refuse my huge dynamite penis.” 

That earned a snort from you, the hard shell of anger cracking slightly. “You’re not off that easy, Rick. You’ve been a huge asshole lately, even more than usual.” 

His hands came up to massage your breasts, the feeling amplified by the cold water. You let out a low moan as he latched his mouth to the sweet spot on your neck while one hand tweaked your nipple, and the other snuck its way down to stroke your fluttering core. 

“S-shit baby you can’t still —is this all for me?” You could feel his wolfish grin against the back of your neck, and in return you arched your back more to grind against his erection. His long fingers trace through your folds as he removes his other hand to undo his belt, you feel the tight heat in your lower belly as you gush around his fingers. 

“Fuck,” Rick murmurs, stopping his motions momentarily to land a hard smack on your ass. You bite back a whine, wanting to maintain some semblance of composure, despite him being knuckle-deep in you. His fingers suddenly press against something deep and spongy within you, your knees buckle as you lurch forward, the unexpected waves of pleasure shivers down your body. Rick lets out another curse, his arm darting out to grip your waist, surely you would’ve fallen face-first into the wall had he not been holding you up.

He inhales sharply as you clench around his fingers, whispering good girl into your neck as you ride it out. He eases out of you, your juices dripping down your thighs, the feeling coupled with the uncomfortable chill of the water makes you shudder. 

“You’re a dirty little slut,” you tense again as he aligns himself to your entrance, still a little sensitive from your release, “beg me baby, I-I want to hear you.”

You mewl as he pushes into you, the stretch rides the line of pleasure and pain, Rick barely gives you enough time to get used to it before he bucks his hips and grips your jaw as a warning, “Beg.”

“Please, Rick, I want — I want you to fuck me,” your voice comes out whiny making you wince a bit, but it seems to please Rick as he sets a deep pace, biting into your neck hard enough it's sure to leave a mark.

You can’t help but arch your back even further, this seems to please him as he releases his bite on your neck, “Someone’s eager, y-you can’t seem to get enough of my dick can you?” You moan in response, snaking a hand down to rub the tender bundle of nerves. 

You clench at the contact, leading Rick to fasten his pace, his hand moving to tighten around your neck. 

“You’re my — you’re daddy’s good girl aren’t you? Can’t get enough of m-my monster cock, you wanna come don’t you? Don’t fucking dare, not until I say so.”

All you can manage is incoherent moans with the occasional Rick! thrown in, you’re too cockdumb to be embarrassed or angry anymore. Rick has his way of getting out of trouble, especially with you. 

His brutal pace coupled with your own fingers becomes too much for you as you near your second orgasm, Rick seemed to egg you on as his own fingers replaced yours, you could feel your stomach tightening as your release began to stir in the peak of your stomach. 

“Come on my dick, baby, let the neighbors hear you scream my name.”

The pleasure washes over you in waves, your pussy clenching hard around his dick, he thrusts with wild abandon chasing his own release. You can feel him rut against your sensitive walls, riding your post-orgasmic haze. He spills inside you a few moments later letting out a string of expletives in true Rick fashion. You feel yourself stir again slightly as you feel him fill you up, but Rick extracts himself from you gracelessly. 

Coming back to your senses you rinse the mixture of juices off your legs, much to Rick’s distaste, and turn off the water. You shiver from being drenched for so long, side-eyeing Rick as he avoids your gaze. 

“You’re dripping on my floor,” you murmur, he stands there uncomfortably, it's not lost on you that his portal gun has returned to his hand.

“Well, I-I should go.”

“Typical.”

Rick can feel the anger simmer low in his belly at your dig, “What do you mean typical?”

“Well let’s see Rick, you show up angry and unannounced, seduce me in my show—” “I didn’t seduce you! And —and frankly, I resent the accusation!” “And now you’re leaving with no explanation. This isn’t sustainable long term, Rick.”

“And what makes you think I want to be here long term,” He regrets the words as soon as they leave his mouth, a hurt look flashes across your face before it's replaced with anger. 

“Come on, baby, I-I didn’t mean it.” 

He reaches out for you and you jerk backwards, “Your family may have taken you back, but I’m not this time Rick.” 

He opens his mouth, but you cut him off, “Just go, it’s what you’re best at.”

Rage blinds him as he shoots a portal to the floor, “Don’t — I’m not coming back this time.”

“I know you're not.” And with that he’s gone.

[raineydays411]

My Father's daughter pt 3

Tony Stark x daughter!reader

Summary: Back at the Tower, Y/n has a talk with Pepper.

a/n: ohhh another part finished!! some new characters will be revealed next part and i’m so great full for @social-media-imagines-by-me fir helping me create them💕💕

You were furious.

You stormed into your room and slammed the door, finding satisfaction in the loud bang it produced. You then ripped through your drawers and closet, pulling on some work out clothes and some gloves. You then marched out of the room, slamming the door again, startling Sam and Bucky who happened to be passing by.

"Geez kid, slam it a little harder I don't think it fell off the hinges yet." Sam jokes, but you were in no joking mood so you swirled around with fire in your eyes.

"You okay doll?" Bucky softly asks, pushing a frightened Sam to the side. You sigh, knowing it's not fair to take out your anger on them.

"Sorry Sam, it's just...my biological mom is here and wants me to move in with her."

"Oh..." Bucky says, not good with things like this, " Do you want me to like...kill her or..."

"NO" You laugh, " It's just I haven't seen her in nine years and she has the audacity to come up here like it's nothing?!"

Your anger returns, " She thinks that just because she pushed me out of her vagina"

The two men cringe at the words

"That she can just claim me? That's not how it works!" You shout, " And, she brought her fucking husband. The man she left us for! Who does that?!"

Bucky looks at Sam, mentally asking him what they should do. Sam just rolls his eyes and turns back to you.

"Come on kid, it looks like you wanna punch something."

and with that he lead you to the training room where Steve was training with Peter.

"Come on queens, you gotta stay on your feet" Steve k=jokes as he, again, trips Peter.

"Mr. Rogers, do you think we should take a break?" Peter pants.

You stride pass them, not bothering to say hi. They look at Sam and Bucky for an explanation and just get a shake of the head.

"Hey Y/n that's my punching" Steve started to say when he saw you throw a hard punch to the bag, "Nevermind..."

You ignore the group behind you, opting to pummel the poor punching bag in front of you.

Your mind flashes back to your mother and her words.

"A girl needs her mother"

*punch*

"Oh petal I wanted to call"

*punch* *punch*

"Come to Gotham. Meet your siblings!"

*BANG*

You look down to see the punching bag flew off the hook and is spilling sand on the floor. You were confused, as you knew you weren't strong enough to do that, not even when you were angry.

"Wow, I guess Cap didn't secure that hook again."

You jump, not expecting someone to be there, as you heard Sam, Bucky, Steve, and Peter leave. You turn to see Pepper there looking at the bag in surprise. You sigh, stepping away from the mess and taking off your gloves. You make your way to the bench and take a swig of water.

"Did you need something Pep?" You ask, avoiding eye contact.

"Well, i was just wondering if my kid was okay. But given the fact that you punched that bag like it would restore your honor.."

You knew you shouldn't have showed her Avatar.

"I'm assuming your not." She finishes.

You give her a half smile, looking down at your hands.

"Y/n" She says, " Talk to me."

You finally speak, "Why now?"

Pepper frowns, understanding that small phrase, ' I don't know."

"She's not my mother." You state, " She...she might have been once but now?"

Pepper nods," I love you."

You smile, the words reassuring you, " I love you too Pep."

"Come on, your messing up your manicure." She says with a smile, standing and extending a hand towards you. You feel your demnor soften and your mood lighten. Pepper always managed to make you feel better.

"Yeah okay..thanks." You say, taking her hand and letting her pull you from the bench, " Are you hungry? Cause I am>"

"Y/n we just ate!"

"Like an hour ago"

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Days went by and you hadn't heard a peep from Christine. It was like she went off to lick her wounds and just decided not to reach out again.

Which didn't bother you one bit.

But apparently the universe wanted to fuck with you because when you came home from a day out with Peter, there was your mother, Bruce Wayne, and all six million of her fucking kids sitting on the couch.

"What the fuck?" You say causing the attention to turn to you.

"Language" Peter says, You smile softly at him before then turning to glare at Tony.

"Don't look at me, it was your moth-uh Peppers idea." Tony stumbled, looking rather uncomfortable sharing a drink with the man that his...wife? girlfriend?... whatever she was left him for.

"Pep what?" You asking, softening your glare because you'd be damned if you disrespected her.

"I just think it'd be best if we clear the air and get everything out on the table." Pepper said in that tone she uses when she's dealing with difficult people or the press. You called it her CEO tone.

"Now, go take your bags upstairs and wash up. And I'll pretend that you aren't an hour late"

"It was Peter's idea..." You mumbled and walking to the stairs that lead to the bed rooms.

"It was not!" Peter shouts following you to the rooms to help with the bags.

Christine watched as her daughter walked out of the room, playfully arguing with Peter. It was as if she were a whole different person, carefree and playful. Totally different from when she was glaring and stiff when talking to her. It broke her heart hearing Tony refer to Pepper as her Mother rather than Christine. But what did she expect?

Damian scoffed catching her attention, "Mother I do not see why you've dragged us here, that girl didn't even acknowledge us."

"Damian, enough" Bruce said, not looking away from his awkward conversation with Tony.

"Gee if only I could do that with our kids." Tony mutters into his drink.

"Does Y/n argue often?" Bruce asks trying to engage in conversation.

Tony laughs before fondly speaking, " Sort of. She isn't the type to back down when she thinks something is right. There was this one time I caught her arguing with one of my business partners about his "condescending tone and misogynistic attitude"."

""And did she apologize after?"

"Hell no. She glared at me and told me apologizing just for his ego would be demeaning her experiences as a woman. Although to be fair he was an asshole."

Bruce chuckles, " She sounds like a well rounded young woman. How old was she then?"

"Ah about 10, it was funny seeing this little girl argue in a Justin Bieber shirt argue about the patriarchy with a full grown man."

Bruce and Tony shared a laugh, picturing the scene.

"You must be very proud of her." Bruce mentions after they quieted down. Tony let a small smile escape.

" I am. She's had a rough life, and I..." Tony trails off, " She means everything to me. Without her...I don't think I'd be the same person I am today."

And with that, Tony downed his drink and stood, " Want another?"

Bruce smiled and accepted, watching Tony leave. He can tell that the man was close to his daughter. A bond that formed due to a loss, they both grew from it and grew closer. He understood, thinking about his own children.

Pepper and Christine were having a somewhat similar conversation, although it was a little more tense.

"So...Pepper-"

"Virginia." Pepper said, cutting her off.

"Excuse me?"

"My name is Virginia. Pepper is a nickname my family calls me."

"Oh. Okay, Virginia, how long have you known Y/n and Tony?"

"Oh about nine or so years. I was promoted to assistant when I saw how much of a mess Tony was." Pepper said casually.

Dick and Jason tensed, overhearing the tense conversation between the two mothers. But before Dick could interrupt Jason sat him back down.

"I wanna see what happens."

Christine continued, " And when did you become a..more permanent around the house?"

"When I saw that Y/n the one taking care of Tony." Pepper said in a serious tone, "She was the one making sure he didn't choke on his vomit and eating cereal as his flings walked out the room. Then he got kidnapped...and y/n was alone. So I made sure she’d never be alone again.”

Christine heart sank. She knew about the whole kidnapping thing. Why she didn't step in, she doesn't know. It's just another thing she regrets to this day.

Before Pepper could continue, she heard two sets of footsteps and voices

"All I'm saying is, if he looks at me funny, I'm fighting him and that's that."

"Yeah maybe not the best impression on..." Peter cuts off when they reach the living room. Eyes again on the two of you.

"Let's get this over with." You muttered, saying bye to Peter and making way over to the couch to sit next to Pepper.

"Y/n!" Christine says happily, " I'm glad you're here. We brought you something!"

She pulls out a box and she carefully hands it over to you.

You look at it suspiciously before getting a nudge from Pepper.

"Thank you." You grit out. Earning a glare from Damian and Cassandra.

You open the box to see...cupcakes.

"They're the peanut butter strawberry cupcakes you used to like. Remember? I used to bring them when I came to see you." Christine says, trying to bring up good memories.

You frown and close the box, " I'm allergic to strawberries."

Lie.

Pepper casts a glance towards you, "They look lovely, let me take them into the kitchen, I'll check on dinner."

And with that she takes the box and leaves into the kitchen. Leaving you and Tony alone.

"So...Stark" Damian started fixing his gaze on you.

"Yes, Wayne?" You said, matching his energy.

"What exactly is it you want from my mother?" He asks, earning a groan from his older brothers.

"Well, I'd appreciate it if she left me alone." You say with a straight face.

Christine frowns but before she says something Damian speaks up again.

"Tt, all this drama for the likes of you? It's honestly disappointing" He drawls, trying to get under your skin.

"Damian!" Christine scolded.

"Well, I apologize for not meeting your standards. I'd try harder if I cared what a toddler thought of me."

Jason let out a surprised chuckle while the rest of the family looked on in shock. Tony just rolled his eyes.

"I do not understand why Mother insists on rekindling her relationship with you. You obviously weren't worth the effort the first time around." He spits, causing the rest of the family to gasp.

You however, just laugh, " When you figure it out, let me know. It's probably the same reason she puts up with you."

Damian glares, about to start in again when Jason cuts him off " Shut up Demon. She got you man."

"Tt"

"I'm Jason, and anyone who can out that brat in check is good in my book." He says sending you a smirk.

You smile back, " I'm friends with Loki and Wade Wilson, I'm hardly affected by anything anymore." Your dad rolls his eyes again, he’s not exactly enthusiastic about your choice in friends.

You like this one. Probably the one you're gonna be able to stand in this family.

"Don't hog her Jason!" Dick shouts pushing him away before turning to smile at you, " Hi! I'm-"

"Dick Grayson. I know, you spilled your champagne on my dress a few years ago at a New Years gala." You say, still a little bitter about it.

"Oh. heh, right, sorry about that. Again." He says sheepishly.

You turn to Cassandra, " You're Cassandra. You and your friend cornered me in the bathroom."

Cassandra scowls and looks away.

Then you turned to Tim, " And you need to learn how to secure your fire walls better."

Tim looked at you confused, "Um excuse me?"

You smirked, " Just a suggestion. I assume you don't want people to know about your...bats in the attic?"

The whole family froze.

You knew? There was no way.

"Kid, are you hacking again?" Tony said exasperatedly, " You promised you'd stop after the last time."

"Hey it's not my fault Shuri didn't think about changing her password." You say defensively, “ and it’s not like you were complaining when you had me hack into SHEILDS databases”

“What was that!?” Pepper shouts from the kitchen.

“Heheh, nothing dear.” Tony shouts back then in a hushed voice scolds you, “ I gave you fifty bucks to keep that a secret.”

“I didn’t say what you had me retrieve.” You said smugly leaning back in your chair.

Bruce didn’t know how to feel.

On one hand, this teen that objectively hates his family, knows their biggest secret. She can singlehandedly destroy their family and expose them. And she has the means to.

But on the other, she’s a perfect fit for their family. She gets along with Jason, doesn’t let Damian get under her skin, and from the looks of it can definitely take care of herself. Only thing is, again, she hates his wife and by association, his family.

“I’m sorry, hacking? You know that’s illegal right?” Tim asks, still in shock that you got past his security systems.

You turn to him and in a bored tone replied , “Yeah? and?”

Tim stuttered for a bit before going quiet with a blush. It was adorable really.

You had to hold back a laugh, it was fun getting this stuffy family all riled up. Especially when you can see the disapproval in Christines face.

“Tony, you let our daughter participate in illegal activities??” Christine asks with a raised brow.

The table goes silent at the tone of her voice. Knowing that when she uses it someone is really in trouble.

But you roll your eyes because how are you supposed to know what that tone means?

“I let my daughter express herself in a ...healthy way. She knows her limits.” Tony replies cooly, taking a drink and looking back into the kitchen wondering where Pepper went.

”Obviously not. Tony she has no regard for the laws at all! You think i didn’t see the headlines last year?!”

Ah yes, last year you had a slight scandal where you may have punched a pap for trying to get a picture up your skirt but who wouldn’t?!

“ And you let her hang around criminals and terrorists?!”

You scoff, “ Oh please everyone in the Avengers was a criminal or terrorist at least once.”

“Not helping kid.” Tony says, “Christine, you and your family have no right to come into my home and judge my family. I’ve been civil. Hell maybe a little too much. Mainly because if I wasn’t, my wife—err Fiancée, would kill me.”

You snicker, earning a few glares.

“Look the point is, don’t tell me how to raise my daughter. Especially because I was doing it all alone.” Tony finishes with a sigh.

The table goes silent. You were getting tired of all the tense silences today.

“ Look.” You turn to Christine, “ I get that you probably feel guilty or something because you ditched me. And I appreciate that or whatever.”

You were not good at this.

“ But I don’t wanna live with you.”

Christine looks down sadly, “ Y/n I just...I just want to get to know you again. You’re my baby.”

Before you could answer you heard a crash come from the kitchen and smoke fill the rooms.

“ Pepper?!” You cough, “ Dad what’s happening?!”

“ I don’t know. Stay here” He says summoning his suit.

“FRIDAY?!” You shout, but not hearing the AI.

The Wayne’s all looked at each other in panic. They didn’t bring their suits, thinking it was just a dinner.

You turn to them and shout “ Come with me, and stay low!”

You start to lead them to the stair case, knowing that the rooms were relatively safe.

“Come on!” you yell when they don’t follow you.

Christine stands from her seat and makes to follow you before being stopped by Damian.

“Mother we cannot..”

“Damian, I’ve had about enough of you. Let’s go.” She says sternly and follows you. The rest of the family following behind as Bruce nudges Damian.

“ Come on son.”

“Father we don’t know where she’s leading us.” Damian says stubbornly.

“There’s nothing we can do right now.” he coughs.

The sounds of punching and the blasts come from the kitchen.

“Let’s go.”

They finally join the rest of the family. You have them crouched in the hallway.

“ This is James’ room. Dad had it modified just incase he was ever triggered into the Winter Solider again. No ones getting through this door when it’s locked.”

You usher them in.

“Come on Y/n” Christine says reaching a hand out to you.

You smirk, “ What? and miss all the action?”

You close the door and lock it before leaving. Laughing at their surprised faces.

The room is silent.

“ She’s awesome!” Jason says with a laugh.

[messers-moony]

Wish 2 | F.H

Paring: Five Hargreeves X Wife!Reader

Summary: Five storms out to time travel after an argument with his wife and comes back to an unexpected surprise.

A/N: Five time travels at 26 instead of 13

The shock that settled on Malachi’s face could’ve been recognizable from miles away. His Aunts and Uncles were right; he did look like his father. It astounded him. He wanted to be angry. This man had left him for almost his entire life. He was nearly eighteen and would be in November. So why did he show up now?

More importantly, why did he leave Y/n?

“ Why did you leave? “ Malachi’s voice was quiet, and Five swallowed, “ I- I didn’t know she- “

He interrupted before Five could continue, “ I don’t care that you left me. I stopped caring a long time ago. “ Malachi stated, “ I want to know why you left mom. “

“ I didn’t know that I would be gone for seventeen years your time. “ Five informed softly, “ I ended up at the Academy and immediately came here. “

“ That is no excuse! You left her when she needed you! “ The boy was desperate for his father to understand, “ How am I supposed to trust you? To love you after you left the one person you swore to love? “

“ I don’t expect you to trust me immediately, and I don’t expect you to be understanding of my actions. “ Five was almost too calm, “ Understand your actions?! Are you insane? “ Malachi retorted, irritated.

“ You left for seventeen years to prove a point! That’s extraordinarily too far-fetched. You risked never being able to see mom again because of your stupid pride! “ The boy yelled, standing in front of his mother protectively, “ Malachi, please. “ Y/n pleaded.

Tears filled her son's eyes, “ No! Mom, you deserve better than this. “

“ She does, and I’m aware of it. “ Five informed, and Malachi turned to glare at him, “ I’m not ashamed to say that she does deserve better. But you need to know– whether you believe me or not, I didn’t break all of my promises. “

Y/n and Malachi stared curiously, “ One of my wedding vows was ‘No matter what happens, no matter what we go through, I’ll always find my way back to you’. I may have broken most of my vows, and I can’t express the amount of pain I went through knowing I did, but I didn’t break all of them. “

“ I spent forty-five years alone in the future. It isn’t what you think it is either. But I spent every second of those forty-five years trying to get back here to your mom, to my wife. “ Five explained, “ I didn’t know she was pregnant. Perhaps I would’ve stayed. We won’t know now. What’s done is done, and all I can do now is try to earn your trust. “

Malachi didn’t stand down. His glare was harsh, and his eyes turned a shade darker. It was almost scary to see how protective he was. But maybe it made sense because that’s how Five always was. He always held his ground and protected what he loved. But that didn’t heal the breaking in his heart when his own son was being this aggressive towards him. Would it be cowardly to say he was afraid of a seventeen-year-old boy even after being an assassin for nearly five years? Probably.

“ Why did you show up now? “ Malachi’s voice was hurt now, no longer aggressive, “ A doomsday is upcoming. I had no idea when I’d come back or when I’d be back. “ Five answered.

The man swallowed before speaking again, “ How- How old are you? “

“ Seventeen. I’m about to go into my senior year of high school. “ Malachi replied reluctantly, “ He’ll be graduating with honors and as Valedictorian of his class. “ Y/n added.

Five chuckled, “ Glad to know you inherited my smarts. Y/n is hopeless. “

“ You asshole. “ She retorted playfully, and Five smiled, “ You- You really want him back in our lives? “ Malachi questioned to his mother.

She nodded, “ Yes. “

Five stood up from the chair at the island and made his way to them. He kept his distance from them, leaving three feet between them. It was better for Malachi to come to him than the other way around. His back was leaning against the island counter while his son pondered his decisions.

“ Malachi, it’s your decision too. If you don’t want to associate with him, that’s okay. “ Y/n stated comfortably, looking at her son's teary eyes, “ I would like for you two to have the bond you always wished for. But you’re grown up now. This is your choice. “

He sniffled, “ I- I’ve heard stories about you. “ Malachi informed, and Five chuckled bitterly, “ I’m sure you have. “

“ They weren’t all that great. “ The boy added, “ Uncle Diego wasn’t fond of you. Aunt Vanya talks about you a lot. She said that you were always nice to her. “

“ She said that you weren’t nice to anyone else. “ Malachi informed, and Five stared at him curiously, “ Uncle Diego said you were an asshole and prideful. “

Five had a feeling this wasn’t going to work in his favor. His own son was feeling the same way as his siblings had. Admittedly Five wanted that bond too. He wanted to create a bond with his son despite all his faults. He wanted to be there for him now that he was here. Five wanted to prove himself.

“ I wished for years that you’d show up. Every birthday, every Christmas, every thanksgiving, everything. I prayed and wished upon every shooting star that you’d come home. “ Malachi chuckled bitterly, “ But now that you’re here, I’m not sure that was the right decision. “

His father didn’t get a chance to respond before Malachi walked toward the door, grabbing his car keys and leaving. The door shut normally despite the amount of anger and sadness residing in the boy's body. He wouldn’t be another version of his father. He just needed to calm down. Five stared at the ceiling to prevent the tears from falling down his cheeks.

Gently Y/n turned his head down to look at her despite him being taller. Her sleeves covered her palms, and she wiped away the tears. Her sleeves were turning darker from the water. Eventually, Five couldn’t take it anymore. His body shook, and he pulled her into his embrace, sobbing on her shoulder. He held the back of her shirt tighter than ever.

“ I’m- I'm so sorry, love. “ Five cried onto her shoulder, “ Shh, it’s okay. You didn’t know. “ Her voice was calm and steady.

Her fingers ran through his brunet hair, “ Who helped you through it? “ His voice was so gentle and hesitant as his head laid on her shoulder, “ Diego was a great help. “

Five sniffled, holding her closer, “ When did you find out? “

“ A week before you left. I didn’t know when to say it. I was nervous and scared at how you’d react. It turns out I waited too long. “ Y/n chuckled humorlessly.

The man pulled from her embrace to cup her cheeks and gently kiss her lips. The gesture he had missed for forty-five years. At that moment, he felt like they had just gotten married all over again. The softness and gentleness of the kiss made him feel like nothing ever happened between them. He leaned his forehead against hers.

“ I’m sorry. Truly I am. I didn’t know, but even if you had told me then, I don’t think I would’ve listened. “ Five admitted, and she nodded, “ I know. “

A silence cut through the apartment like a spider creeping up a web, quick, careful and skilled, “ Do- Do you think he’ll ever forgive me? “

Y/n shrugged, “ Maybe. “

[luna-writes-stuff]

I would be honored if you could do an imagine for Fili crushing on someone who went on the journey with the Company. He thought she liked his brother, but after seeing him with Tauriel, Fili feels like he has a chance and offers everything to make her as happy as he thought she would be with Kili. Lovely fluff and some misunderstandings with everyone living because IF I CAN'T SEE CANON THEN IT DOESN'T EXIST

Mixed signals, Fili Durin (platonic Kili x reader)

what do you mean they don’t usually live???? Idk I always skip the last half hour of botfa. If I don’t see it, it doesn’t exist.

Ahahah I got taken away a bit so it’s a long request. Sorry….

Headcanons, female s/o

Tw: misunderstood feelings, mention of injury and blood, tiny sprinkle of angst, fluff, Kili being a lil shit, Fili being jealous, few mentions of Y/N I’m so sorry.

- This man is whipped for you. I posted a request similar to this one yesterday, and I feel like it says enough.

- The moment he sees you, he knows you’re his One. Yet, he can’t allow himself to show you. His brother wouldn’t shut up about it and besides that, after Erebor was to be reclaimed, he had to marry royalty in order to form an alliance.

- But Thorin wasn’t blind. He has seen the look in Dis’ eyes many times before. He had seen his sister find her One, so it came as nothing out of the ordinary when he witnessed his nephew do the same.

- And this is pre-dragonsickness. Back when Thorin was all “I hate everyone but I guess I have to keep up with these two idiots so I’ll tolerate them.”

- And he wanted to grant Fili the opportunity to be with his One. He had even told him to simply go for it.

- But Fili was a bit insecure. When you met him, you didn’t seem taken away in any way. It was almost as if it had only been him who was in love.

- And with that, you had grown remarkably close to his brother, Kili. You two joked around all the time. You sat together during the evenings, Kili would help you up on your horse/pony, he would take offer your watches and he even let you hold his bow and arrow. That is basically dwarven language for “I love you and I wish to court you” or “I love you and I’m so glad to have you in my family.”

- What Fili didn’t know is that Thorin told Kili about you being his One. But instead of teasing Fili about it, Kili had made it his duty to agitate his brother so much that he would have no choice but to confess to you before Kili would sneak you away.

- For your information: Kili had no intention of sneaking you away. He just wanted to make it look like it for Fili, and, lucky for him, you had just been going along with it subconsciously.

- But it did not agitate Fili. It made the poor lad confused and tired. You were showing so much affection and endearment to his brother that he felt like he could never compete. Even though Kili had never been attractive in dwarven standards, he knew his way around women. And seeing someone finally pay attention to him, made Fili happy for his brother.

- And Kili just kept up with the act. He was oblivious to what his brother was feeling. Thorin had quite specifically told Kili not to tell his brother, and for once, he didn’t. But when days turned into weeks, Kili made more advances. Not in any way uncomfortable for you, but they had been a step further.

- He would let you rest against him during night shifts, he would let his hand linger on your waist when he helped you get onto your horse/pony. This sneaky bastard even managed to toy with your hair.

- Fili grew absolutely devastated at these moments. He had distanced himself more and truly felt as if his One had been taken away and he would die alone.

- But then Mirkwood happened. It was obvious to Fili that his brother had taken a liking on Tauriel, the female elf that saved him earlier. You had been passed out of exhaustion in your cell, not paying attention to your surroundings anymore.

- And that was when Fili finally decided to speak.

- “What are you doing? I thought you liked Y/N and now you’re flirting with that elf? You can’t treat her like that!”

- And now Kili was confused.

- “I thought you liked Y/N?” He had questioned, not even knowing whether his uncle had been lying to him or not.

- “That doesn’t matter. What matters is, you can’t just run around-“ but Kili had already cut him off. “It does matter. Because Y/N isn’t my One. I’m not attracted to her!”

- And now Fili was dead silent. He had been contemplating on whether to act furious or taken aback. In reality, he had been a bit of both.

- “You don’t like Y/N?” Fili asked, nearly insulted.

- “I was only trying to agitate you. Uncle said she was your One but that you wouldn’t confess.” Kili admitted finally, knowing that keeping the act up any longer wouldn’t work.

- “So you tried to beat it out of me?” The only response the blonde got was a quiet hum.

- “You thought I would take away your chance of happiness?” Fili wondered aloud, his anger now showing more clearly. “Well, not if you put it like that-“ “How else am I supposed to put it?”

- With those words, the space grew quiet. One more question lingered on Fili’s mind, and he had to ask it.

- “Does she know you don’t like her?” A short pause was heard from Kili before he responded. “She does. When we grew closer she told me she wasn’t attracted to me and I told her she wasn’t my One.”

- A sigh of relief came Fili’s way, but his brother kept on talking. “She grew all confused by the concept of ‘Ones’. Had to give her a whole history lesson. She thinks it’s adorable. I’m sure she won’t reject you.” With those words, Fili’s ears pricked up.

- “How so?” “Because every time we are together, she won’t stop asking me about you.” Fili never thought someone could ever bring him more butterflies than when you smiled at him, but as Kili’s sentences reached him, his stomach felt all light again.

- “At first I thought it was because you were ignoring her, but I quickly figured out that wasn’t the case.” Kili shot a quick look his brother’s way, even though he had been in a cell on the other side of the hall. “She likes you, she really does. She’s not as good at hiding it as you are. If you ask her to court you, she won’t say no.”

- Fili had spent the entire night pondering over his brother’s words. Even as they escaped the dungeons and took the boat to Laketown, his anxiety bubbled up.

- But as soon as the orcs entered the city, reality sunk back in. They had been on the run while simultaneously claiming their homeland. There might be a chance neither of you would make it. And it terrified him.

- As you were busy holding off the orcs in Bard’s home, Fili had been right beside you covering your back. He knew asking you to court him would require more steps. Up until this moment you had only held a handful of conversations, but Fili was running out of patience.

- “When all this is over, I need you by my side.” He told you quickly, his voice heavy as he fenced off the attackers. You grew confused at your words, yet your actions did not falter one bit. And it only made Fili more attracted to you. How you maintained yourself on a battlefield, yet somehow managed to hold that perfect look. It could quite easily take his breath away.

- “But I am by your side.” You answered, not catching his meaning, thinking it had been too good to be true.

- “I mean by my side at Erebor. When we reclaim the mountain. Will you stay with me?” Upon your silence, Fili tried explaining his speech. “I know asking you to court me requires more steps but we might not have time for them anymore. I need you to stay with me. We can do all these steps afterwards, I promise.”

- You cast him a quick look before giving him a sincere nod. “I’ll stay with you.”

- And that is exactly what you did. Upon finally arriving at the mountain with the four dwarves, Fili finally got the time to braid your hair, even if Thorin told him to look for the Arkenstone. You had even managed to braid his hair too, even though you had no beads yet.

- Even as Thorin slowly grew insane, Fili had done what he promised; he remained by your side, defending you against his uncle and keeping you as safe as he could.

- During the battle of the five armies, you stayed with him and Kili. You traveled with the three of you, not once separating. Not even when Fili decided you should split up. Because of that, you managed to do quite a number on Azog before Thorin called out to him.

- Azog had gotten a good slash on your leg, nothing life threatening but enough to make you collapse on the spot. Fili had been so worried. He had promised to look out for you, but now you were bleeding out on the snow covered floor. Kili had already ran off for help, even though the possibility he would come back with one would be highly unlikely, as battle was still raging on.

- On top of Ravenhill everything had grown silent. Bodies of dead orcs were littered over the floor but all that mattered to Fili right now was you being safe. Eventually, Kili had ran back with Bilbo, Thorin and Gandalf by his side. They had successfully beaten Azog, finally putting an end to the bloodshed.

- As the mountain was being rebuilt, Oin had put you on bed rest to let your leg heal and Fili had been with you the entire time. Thorin hadn’t even tried to get him for royal duties. He knew he had been awful to you during his dragonsickness, and this was his way of apologizing to you. And you had been fine with it.

- When you had finally recovered, Kili took you to the forges to make beads for Fili. You wanted it to be a surprise for him, but you needed supervision. At first, Dis, Fili and Kili’s mother, had offered to help, but it had become her duty to distract the crown prince.

- A few burns and scratched had started to form on both your and Kili’s hands but it had been worth it. The beads were incredible.

- Fili was so happy when you gave them to him. He was so surprised by the amazing details and the thought and time your poured into them.

- He wears them the entire time. Now exceptions. Not even for bed or bath. None. They must always be in his hair.

- I WANNA WRITE MORE BUT IT’S ALREADY SO LONG BUT JUST ASSUME HE LOVES YOU SO MUCH AND WILL TREASURE YOU FOREVER AND LOVE YOU FOR EVERY LITTLE THING YOU DO

[another-stark-sub]

“Are you in love with him?” - Tony Stark Imagine

Notes: I wrote and editted this in two hours instead of going over my notes. Was gonna be spicy fluffy but it just turned into fluffy, and one of the lines/paragraphs (smth like that i dont remember how long that segment was) is based on/inspired by a fanfic on ao3 I bookmarked. I think it’s debt-free, but I could be wrong.  Anyway, I hope you enjoy, and I’m so sorry im not on here more oftennnnn

- - -

“Of course I am. He’s Tony Stark.” You sighed, a weight finally lifted off your chest. “Who isn’t in love with him?”

Bruce blinked a few times, the confusion evident on his face. “Then, why don’t you tell him?”

You scoffed. These geniuses think they know everything, but they couldn’t see what was glaringly obvious to you. “He’s Tony Stark.”

The perplexed expression didn’t disappear from your friend’s expression. So, you explained further, “It’s already a privilege, beyond that really, to be talking to you, to any Avenger. To work with any of you is an honor, and to be friends with you” -you laughed- “it shouldn’t even be possible for someone like me.”

“Don’t say that. You’re amazing, too.” 

You tried to find any tick, any clue that he was lying. But Bruce seemed to really believe this. “I know I’m amazing.” You shrugged. “I’m great. I love and I care deeply, and I have a stable job. I have a place for myself, and I take care of myself.” You clicked your tongue. “However, you all, all  you Avengers… Forget out of my league, more like off planet.

“And Tony? He said it himself. Genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist. Add superhero, figurehead, public figure, ex-CEO, and savior of the universe. Bruce, I have confidence in myself, but Tony is something else entirely. No one is worthy of him or his affections unless they’re a god or another Avenger.”

It was hard to keep up with the statistical analysis you were trying to run. The literal one on your hologram and the one keeping your view of Tony in check. So, defeated, you sighed and leaned back in your chair. 

Bruce closed his own work and stood across the lab bench. “Weirdly enough, I’m sure none of us Avengers think that way.” After a few taps of his pen against his palm, he added, “Aren’t there fans making posts about you, too? Tony showed me the, uh, Instagram videos.”

You laughed. “Fan edits don’t make an Avenger. Saving the world does.”

He shrugged. “You help us save the world.”

“From inside Avengers Tower on a computer.” You took a deep breath. “Look, Bruce, I appreciate what you’re trying to do. But, I’m not telling him.” You shrugged and brought your statistical analysis back up.

You knew your own worth. You were worthy of an amazing partner and person. Tony Stark, though, was easy beyond that. You had accepted it soon after you realized your own feelings, and while they haven’t dwindled, you knew it was for the best. 

~ - ~

Tony had never resorted to this before. It was never a question of his ability to code. In the past, it was because he didn’t need a program or an AI to do it for him. He could always tell if someone was into him. He knew when Pepper was into him. The moment Rhodey gazed at him back in their MIT days. Every single reporter and heiress and model he slept with, he knew when their thoughts turned sexual or romantic. 

You, though. With you, he couldn’t fucking tell, and he knew it was because of his own feelings. Tony felt intensely for people before. Pepper, Rhodey, that one reporter all those years ago. However, with you, it wasn’t just that fluttery feeling in his gut or the immediate smile he can’t seem to stop when he sees you. It was the comfort he felt when he heard your voice or the softness he could feel in his heart when he saw a picture of you. 

It was like his entire life was full of panic, never resting, never stopping. But when you entered his life with a gentle smile and a quick wit, it felt like he could finally breathe. 

It was addicting. 

“Sir, I have the calculations.”

“Hit me.”

“Speech diagnostics of you and of Ms. (Y/l/n) are similar. Whenever you speak of her, 79.4% is positive and 18.8% is neutral. Ms. (Y/l/n) has  78.9% positive and 17.2% neutral dialogue regarding you. When she speaks of you, her heartrate increases by 4.6%, and similarly, yours increases by 4.1%. When speaking to each other, heartrate initially increases by 7%.”

Tony nodded. “How does this compare to other Avengers? I gush about Banner like a teenager.”

“Well, sir, while you and Ms. (Y/l/n) have high positive dialogue about other Avengers, all of them have at least a 10% decrease compared to each other. And heartrate varies depending on the topic of conversation.”

Tony snapped his fingers. “Am I excluding all non-super friends? Include any agents, co-workers. Pep isn’t an Avenger after all.”

Friday took two seconds and responded. “You and Ms. (Y/l/n) have a significant difference in speech diagnostics when talking about or to each other compared to any other Avenger, co-worker, and friend.”

When Tony remained quiet, Friday added, “Do you want me to repeat the results?”

“You don’t need to, Friday.”

“But you’re not doing anything with the new information. Would you like me to save these findings?”

“Friday,” Tony warned. 

There was silence as the love-wrecked scientist pressed his fist between his brows. Data and cold hard facts said yes, but was it right?

“Sir?”

“Yes, Fri?”

“Would you like me to play examples for you?”

He blinked. “Examples?”

“Yes. Of you and her talking about each other positively.”

It was an invasion of privacy. Tony shouldn’t. 

“Play examples.”

Before his rational mind could tell Friday no. 

“Are you in love with him?”

Tony’s eyes widened. This was too private. It might not even be about him.”Friday-”

“Of course I am.”

“-stop playback.”

“He’s Tony Sta-”

“Playback stopped.”

Tony scrambled. “What? No, wait, go back. Play it.” Screw rational. You knew he was a narcissist. You wouldn’t expect him to hear that and stop. 

“He’s Tony Stark. Who isn’t in love with him?”

“Then, why don’t you tell him?”

“... He’s Tony Stark.”

Tony started to fiddle with something on his desk. “What does that mean?”

Friday answered, “Dr. Banner asked her if she loved you, and she said yes. This means that she’s in love with you.”

Why did he program Friday like this? “I know that. I mean, those two lines. Why does me being Tony Stark stop her from saying something?” Was it the attention? Did you want some sort of normal life away from cameras and international gossip? Maybe it was the Avenging. Having a partner who was always out risking death wasn’t ideal. 

Sure, you could be in love with him. But you couldn’t be with him. 

“Maybe you should ask her.”

There were celebrities who were able to live normal lives. Some paid to have prosthetics for going outside of moved to a remote country to get out of the spotlight. He thrived off attention, but he could give that up. Avenging, he couldn’t give that up, but maybe he could cut back. Take a mission a month instead of one a week. Or maybe take more digital missions. He wasn’t just Iron Man after all. He was a genius, could hack into the Pentagon if he really wanted to. 

“Yeah,” he said. “Maybe I could talk to her.”

~ - ~

The moment you put your bag down on your lab table, Tony said, “You’re gonna be mad.”

You narrowed your brows. “What did you do?” You pressed your palm to your chest. “Oh my god, Peter overwrote my data, didn’t he? Ugh, I know he said he’s great at managing holograms, but really, Tone, you should’ve given him a tutorial before giving him access.” You brought up your holograms to check your data and analysis. 

“That’s not it.” Tony stood next to you as you looked through your files. “I did something that invaded your privacy.”

You tilted your head. Closing the holograms, you took a deep breath and slowly asked, “How?”

Tony flashed an embarrassed grin before sighing. “You’re gonna be shocked, too, so prepare yourself.”

You did not know where this was going at all. What horrible thing could Tony have done? Steeling yourself, you took a deep breath and nodded at him to continue. 

Tony cleared his throat. “Usually, I can tell when someone has feelings for me. People are obvious about it, but you? You aren’t. So, I had Friday do some analysis on our speech patterns. Me, being in love with you, was one of my controls. You and your dialogue regarding me was the main variable. 

“Long story short, I accessed some audio of you and Bruce talking, and you said that you loved me but could never tell me.” He glanced at you. “So that’s why I need to apologize.” 

Your expression didn’t change. No, that wasn’t it. You, at first, looked confused. Now, there was just nothing. No expression. No wrinkled brow in anger of flushed cheeks in embarrassment. Nothing. 

Tony blinked. “You can shout at me now. If you were confused about when to shout at me.”

You licked your lips before taking a deep breath. “Ok, that was a lot.” You pursed your lips then opened it. But, you couldn’t really think of anything to say. You didn’t even know how to feel. “So you know that I” -you pointed at yourself and then at him- “and that I didn’t wanna tell you.” You shook your head. “Wait, do you know why I didn’t want to tell you?”

A broken scoff left Tony’s lips. “Yeah. I’m a mess.”

It was your turn to scoff. “Wait, you’re a mess? That’s why you think I don’t want to tell you?”

“Among other reasons?”

Other reasons? 

You crossed your arms. “Ok, what other reasons?”

Tony looked offended. Still, he listed, “I’m surrounded by cameras, and everyone wants some privacy. Can’t get it if you’re with me. Then, there’s the Iron Man of it all. I went into a wormhole with a nuke. That was also all over the news. Then, there’s the whole daddy issues thing. I’m working on it, but it takes a while-”

He rambled on and on, listing reason after reason, and with each one, you felt tears well up in your eyes. It was a weird mix of heartbreaking, confusing, and enraging. The emotions built up slowly with each word that left his mouth, overwhelming you to the point that you couldn’t even say how it happened. 

But, as Tony paced and talked so horribly about himself, you somehow ended up in front of him with your hands on his cheeks. 

You only realized it when Tony stopped talking and when his breath touched your lips. “What?” he asked. 

You didn’t answer. You kissed him instead. 

It was a hard press of  your lips against his. It was short, and it wasn’t much. 

But by the way Tony gripped the back of your neck and pulled you back for another kiss, you’d think it was his first kiss. You knew it wasn’t. Not just because you knew he had kissed all sorts of people before you, but because he somehow knew how to make you gasp and melt into him. 

While one hand kept you steady, the other trailed down your back and pulled you closer to him. His lips moved fluidly against yours, pushing and pulling, and everytime he moved back, you chased his lips to continue the kiss, because the softness, the passion, the fact it was finally happening, was all too good. You didn’t want it to stop.

Your hands started to move. For someone so rich, his t-shirt was rough when you twisted it between your fingers and pulled it to you. Slowly, you trailed your fingers along the side of his neck. You rubbed your thumb along his pulse point, a reminder that this was indeed real. You were kissing Tony Stark, and- He was pulling away again.

Desperate, you leaned forward, reached around to hold onto his shoulder, and kissed the side of his neck. 

He let out a breathy laugh, and before you could suck on his skin, his stubble scratched your cheek. 

You looked up at him and giggled when his nose bumped into yours. When your giggles turned into a smile, he kissed you again, a soft and short kiss, before leaning his forehead against yours. 

His thumbs rubbed circles into your waist as you lightly scratched the back of his neck. He didn’t say anything. In fact, he seemed busy gazing at you.

“Speechless, Stark?” you teased. 

He laughed. For a few seconds, he just gazed at you, seeming to prove your point. Tony’s hand began to wander, from stroking your cheek to pushing back your hair. “More confused.”

Remembering why you interrupted him, you brought your hands to his cheeks again and held him there so he couldn’t look away from you. “You are amazing, Tony. That’s the reason I didn’t want to tell you.” You shrugged. “You’re too good for me.”

His fidgeting stopped. “Well, that’s not true.”

“Tony, you’re an Avenger.”

“Technically, you are also an Avenger.”

“You’re a genius.”

“Who can’t cook scrambled eggs.”

“You literally saved the universe.”

“After producing weapons of mass destruction for decades.”

You glared at him. 

He glared back. Then, he fought back. “I don’t plan on retiring.”

“Wouldn’t want you to.”

“I have severe PTSD, anxiety, maybe ADHD, all mixed with trauma galore.”

“And I will learn to help you.”

“I couldn’t give you a normal life.”

“I’d rather have you anyway.”

He opened his mouth, but you instead told him, “I’d rather have you than anything. As long as, well, for as long as  you’ll have me.”

He raised his eyebrow. “You sure about that?”

“Positive.”

Tony shook his head with a smile. “Cause, I’d rather have you for, well, how does til you get tired of me sound?”

You laughed. “Won’t happen. But, sure.” You kissed him again.You would’ve kept going, but there was something to settle first.  “By the way, Tony?”

“Yeah?”

“Is Friday recording right now?”

“Friday records everything. It’s in the contract.”

Friday added, “I record everything that happens in the tower.”

“Ok.” You could work with that. “I’ll forgive you for the invasion of privacy.”

Tony beamed, and you couldn’t help your own smile when he did. Still, you continued, “On one condition.” Your own smile turned devious. “I want evidence that Star Spangled Banner took my ice cream.”

Tony burst out laughing. He kissed you again, a deep kiss, and when he was done, he mumbled, “God, I love you,” against your lips.

[azaleavi]

Pretty boy

Summary: You don't like James Barnes. Of course not when he has a different girl with him every time. And no, you are not jealous... right?

Word count: 3.8k i went OUT with this one

Warnings: language, a man being a creep, then getting beaten up, kissing, very slight alcohol consumption

Author's note: This gave me the idea. It turned out to be pretty long. Sorry. I hope you like it! This is 40s!Bucky btw.

Feedback is always appreciated and don’t forget to reblog and like if you enjoyed it and want to see more. Thank you!

Masterlist

Part 2

James Barnes was a menace. An annoying little shit, who thought he could do anything and have anyone just because he was handsome. Not like you found him attractive or anything, but all the girls of New York seemed to drop their panties at the sight of him. One pet name and they were ready to kiss the ground he walked on. You couldn’t understand. How did these girls not see what kind of person he was? Multiple times you saw girls leave his apartment in the morning looking all sad. At first you felt bad for them, but after a while as they kept coming back you just couldn’t bring yourself to pity them.

Being a close friend of Steve meant you got to see a lot of James too. They were kind of a package deal, to which - by the way - you did not sign up for. Steve was the sweetest person you’ve ever met, maybe too righteous sometimes and he definitely did not know how to walk away from a fight, but he was a good man inside and out. James on the other hand was not like him. He wasn’t a bad man per se, but he was just too much of a player for you. He knew he was handsome and he used it to get girls all the time. Or dames as he called them. You hated that word by every fiber of your being. It reduced a woman to a simple object in your opinion and it basically said that she was only a pretty thing and nothing else. You did not want to be a pretty thing, you wanted more out of your life. Marrying some stuck up man and bearing his children was not something you dreamed of, no matter how many times people told you that it was what you had to do. No. You wanted a life that didn’t revolve around men. A life that you could choose for yourself. But it wasn’t that easy. Everyone expected you to do what they did. It didn’t even occur to them that you wanted something else.

Your mom had been telling you that you should marry James as he was such a nice young man. You just rolled your eyes every time she brought it up. She didn’t understand. How could she when she was so in love with your father after they met a few times that they got married just after a couple of months of knowing each other. Their love was something so extraordinary that you knew it wouldn’t happen to you. Especially not with James. He wasn't thinking about marriage and even if he did he wouldn't want you as a wife. Not like you wanted to marry him or anyone else for that matter, but that didn't mean that it didn't sting a little that he went after every girl he saw, but never thought of you the same way. He never even tried and it beat down your confidence a little. When you first met James you found him intriguing, your young self even had a crush on him for a while. But it didn't take long for you to get to know the real him and the disappointment made you force that crush down. You only laughed at yourself now, finding it hilarious that you once wanted to kiss him and love him. Of course, you didn't feel that way about him anymore. That would be stupid of you. Of course..

-

Having a night out with Steve was a wonderful idea. That is until James showed up, making you narrow your eyes at your friend. You clearly remembered him telling you that James had other plans and it would be just the two of you, but of course he had to mess up your plans.

You went to a bigger pub in the city, having been there before and liking it. James dragged Steve away as soon as you entered, talking about some girl he wanted to introduce him to, so you just went to the bar to ask for some alcohol. God knows you needed it if James was around.

All of the sudden two hands grabbed your waist and turned you around. Before you could realize what was happening a pair of lips were on yours, kissing with so much passion you almost moaned into it. Noses bumping against each other your hand gripped his hair. Your mind cleared as you realized that a stranger was kissing you without your permission and you pushed him away by his chest, hand already raised to slap him. Your whole body froze as you came face to face with a familiar man. James.

"What the fuck is your problem?" you hissed, your palm almost connecting with his cheek, but being stopped by his hand on your wrist. He pulled you close again by his hold on your arm.

"There is a girl I need to get rid of. Just play along" he mumbled, his breath hitting your lips as he leaned in for another kiss. You almost got lost in him again, but you were more aware and not caught by surprise this time so you managed to pull your head away from him.

"I will do no such thing" you narrowed your eyes at him. "Let go of me" you were getting angrier by the second. Who did he think he was?

"What if I don't want to?" Okay that's it. You ripped yourself from his arms.

“Listen here, pretty boy” you pointed your finger at him in your anger, not registering the smug expression that worked its way onto his face. “You can’t just do whatever you want because you are a-“

“You think I’m pretty?” he interrupted your angry rambling and grabbed your finger to pull you closer by it. In your surprise you stumbled forward, your hands finding place on his chest, your nose a few inches from his.

“James” you called out his name in warning. If he didn’t let go of you right now you wouldn’t be responsible for what you did to him.

“Come on, doll. I told you to call me Bucky multiple times” he smirked down at you.

“And I told you that we are not friends therefore I don’t have to call you your stupid nickname” you yanked your hand out of his grip, stepping back. “And stop calling me doll. I’m not one of your girls”

“Ouch doll, that hurts my feelings” he rubbed his chest where his heart was.

“Oh, I didn’t know you knew what those were” you frowned at him, not amused by his teasing. He opened his mouth in mocking shock.

"Don't be so mean to me. A lady like you should always be polite." he teased, knowing well that you hated being called a lady and being told what you should and should not do.

"Good thing I'm not a lady then" you grimaced at him, cocking your head to the side.

"Well, with the way you've been talking to me, I guess you aren't" he stepped back into your personal space. "And if you are not a lady then you should have no problem playing along with me."

"I'm might not be a lady, but I'm definitely not one of your dames either" you pushed him by his shoulders to finally have enough space between you.

"Are you jealous, doll?" a smug smile played on his lips.

"Oh very." your sarcasm was clear as day. "It would be an honor to lie in your bed then leave in the morning, only to never hear from you again." you turned back to the bar, your drink already in front of you. Lifting the glass you nodded at the bartender who gave you a small smile. You drowned it in one shot, the alcohol giving your throat a familiar burn as it went down. "Is there anything else you need?" you turned back to him. He didn't say anything as he kept staring at you. "No? Then you can leave me alone" you shooed him away by your hands, already done with his shenanigans.

"Don't drink too much because of me" he called after you as he walked backwards, that stupid smile not leaving his lips. Rolling your eyes you turned back to the bar, leaning on it with your elbows, a sigh leaving your lips.

How could he just kiss you like that? You thought he at least had some respect for you, bit it seemed like he didn't. He was James Barnes for god's sake. Of course he didn't. You didn't know what you were thinking. He wasn't different from any man. A part of you believed that he might have been but he just proved it that he wasn't. Your mother would loose her mind if she knew what her 'nice young man' did to you just now.

You shook your head to get the thoughts out of it and signaled for the bartender to give you another shot. You drowned that one too as someone sat down next to you. You were ready to tell him to fuck off, thinking it was James again, but as you turned your head it was a man your age. You lifted your eyebrows, not being in the mood to deal with another self-centered man.

"What is a pretty dame like you doing here alone?" he tried to flirt, but he already lost you at the word he called you.

"I'm not here alone. And it's none of your business" you showed him a mocking smile and stood up ready to leave, your night already ruined. A hand locking around your wrist made you stop.

"Come on. I just want to make you have a good time" he smirked, but it left his lips as soon as you ripped your arm out of his hold.

"I don't care about your good time" you rubbed your wrist, his grip leaving the skin red.

"Okay. I tried being nice, but you clearly don't care for it. Maybe you like men when they are being a little more forceful? You like 'em rough?" he pulled you to his body by your waist, your hands flying to his chest trying to push him away. Why is this happening to you now?

"Let go of me" you squirmed in his hold, disgusted by him. Unfortunately he was stronger than you and didn't loosen his arms around you no matter how hard you hit his chest.

"You like this don't ya?" his breath hit your cheek as you tried to get as far away as you could.

"No, I don't. Stop" you were getting desperate, looking around for anyone to help you. There were a lot of people around, but none of them seemed to care. Tears gathered in your eyes.

Suddenly the man was pulled backwards by his collar, a fist meeting his cheek a second later, making you gasp. He fell down on the ground, but your savior didn't let him get away that easily as he hit him a few more times. You quickly stepped closer and that's when you saw his face. It was James. Your shock quickly dissipated as he lifted his arm again to hit the other man. You hands grabbed his forearm and you tried to pull him away, making him look at you.

"Stop it, James. He is already on the ground" you pleaded. A relieved sigh left your lips as he stepped away, his arm going around your waist to lead you away from the crowd that formed around you.

"Are you okay?" he stopped you in front of the building, the cold night air picking at your skin.

"Yes, I'm fine." you rubbed your arms, stopping your movements as he grabbed your arm that had the red bruise on it.

"Did he do that to you?" he almost growled, head turning to look inside the place.

"Yes, but it's fine. It doesn't hurt that much" you put your hand on his arm, trying to calm him down. Why did he care anyway?

The door opened and Steve walked out, a worried look on his face. you immediately pulled your hand away from James, stepping back.

"I heard what happened. Are you okay?" his eyes traveled over your whole body, trying to see if you were hurt.

"I'm fine, Steve." you forced a smile in his direction. In truth you weren't completely fine, but the boys didn't need to know that.

"I'll walk her home" James spoke up from next to you, making you look at him in surprise.

"I'm perfectly capable of walking home myself, thank you" you replied to him.

"I know that, but both of us would be more relaxed if someone was with you. And Steve was talking to a pretty woman before I left" he sent a knowing smile to the man. You looked at him, only to see him looking down at his feet, a blush on his cheek confirming James' words.

"Steve! What are you doing out here then?" you almost shouted at him. "Go back inside right now. I'll be fine." you waved him off.

"I'll go check on you tomorrow, okay?" he was already inching backwards toward the door.

"Yes, okay, just go" you laughed, happy for him. He walked back inside, leaving the two of you alone. "So you don't have to walk me home, just stay outside for a little while so Steve doesn't get suspicious." you forced another smile on your face.

"I will not let you walk around alone this late at night." he grabbed your arm that wasn't bruised and started pulling you towards your home.

"I've done it multiple times before" you argued, but walked alongside with him, your heart beating rapidly in your chest.

For the duration of the walk neither of you spoke a word, but it wasn't awkward or uncomfortable. The silence between you was nice, letting you look around as he still held your arm, neither of you wanting to let go. He made you feel safe as you walked along the dim streets, a small smile playing on your lips.

"Thanks for walking me home" you reached your house, stopping in front of the door as you turned to him.

"Isn't there something else you should thank me for too?" he smirked, stepping closer.

"Well I was about to say it, but now I'm not going to" you put your hands behind you, leaning on the door.

"It's not only with words that you can thank me" he leaned closer, his face a few inches from yours for the second time that night. There it is.

"You know, I was thinking that you are not so bad while we were walking home, but you just reminded me why I don't like you" you smiled at him.

"And why is that?" he tilted his head to the side.

"You just can't keep it in your pants." you shook your head.

"Actually I wanted to apologize about earlier." he got serious, stepping backwards to put some distance between you.

"Earlier?" you asked back, confused as to what he was referring to.

"The kiss" he mumbled, looking down, almost as if he was nervous. But James Barnes does not get nervous.

"Oh." it was all you could say, surprise taking over your brain.

"So I'm sorry" he kept looking down.

"Uhm... it's okay, I guess?" you didn't know what to say to that, thoughts running through your mind a thousand miles an hour.

"I'm just gonna go now." he pointed behind him awkwardly. As he turned away you couldn't help yourself and you called after him, the alcohol in your system giving you courage.

"You are really not that bad, James." he turned back, surprise written all over his face, but he quickly covered it up by a smirk.

"Is that a compliment I hear?" you rolled your eyes at him. There was the James you knew.

"And it might be the last if you keep this up" you let out a smile. "But seriously, we could be friends if you didn't do what you do." you shrugged nonchalantly.

"What am I doing?" he asked, confused.

"You know, every time I see you, you have a different girl on your arm" you couldn't look into his eyes, a little embarrassed.

"You avoid me because of that?" his eyes widened.

"Yes. What did you think the reason was?" you furrowed your eyebrows.

"I don't know. I just thought you do it because you don't like me, not because you are jealous" he let out a laugh.

"I am not jealous, James. Get that out of your head." you looked away as a blush crept up your cheeks.

"Oh god you are blushing" he continued to laugh, the redness of your cheek only deepening. "I can't believe you like me" he mused.

"Okay, that is enough out of you. I'm going inside" you turned and reached for the handle as he grabbed you to turn you back around, your back hitting the wood of the door, his left arm on the door next to your face, his right circled around your waist. You let out a gasp at how close his face was.

"You didn't deny it" he whispered, his warm breath hitting your lips. Your mouth opened, realizing your mistake.

"I-" you wanted to defend yourself, but nothing came to mind. His right hand touched your face, palm flat against your cheek. You couldn't help but lean into his touch, closing your eyes for a second. Your eyes snapped open when you realized what you were doing and pushed his hand away. "I'm not one of your dames, James" you looked into his eyes. You couldn't let him treat you like any other girl. You refused to be another one night stand for him. A stable relationship you could work with, but being someone he called when he was bored was not something you wanted or could handle.

"No, you are not." he agreed.

"Then don't treat me like them" you pushed yourself more into the door. You were afraid. Not of him, he would never hurt you. Not physically at least. But you were afraid of what would happen. Will he leave you saying that he won't give up that lifestyle for you? Or will he stay with you?

"Never" he shook his head.

"I don't want to be one of many" you continued, trying to get him to understand.

"You know why I was always with a different girl?" he pulled away slightly.

"Why?"

"Because I wanted to forget about you. I thought you didn't like me because you were always so distant. So I just wanted to find someone else, but none of them compared to you." he brushed his thumb along your lower lip. Your eyes met his as he lifted your head by your chin. "None of them were you" his nose bumped against yours. "I like you. I did from the first time we met" he finally confessed, your heart skipping a beat at his words.

"James" his name left your lips in a sigh. "Kiss me" he didn't need more as his lips latched onto yours, the butterflies in your stomach going crazy. His tongue swiped across your lip asking for entrance and as you opened your mouth, his body pushed you against the door, trapping you. It was a trap you never wanted to escape. His hands held your head, his thumbs stroking your cheeks as you arms were around his neck, pulling him impossibly closer. Your heart beat rapidly as his hands traveled down your body, stopping at your waist.

A few moments later he had to pull away as both of you needed air, but de didn't go far, only enough for you to catch your breath. His forehead leaning against yours, noses touching, the two of you giggled into each others mouths.

"Wow" he mumbled as he left short pecks on your lips, unable to keep himself away from you. It was your first real kiss and he was already addicted.

"Stop it" you giggled and let him press one long peck on you before pushing him away. "I don't want you to get bored of that" you teased.

"I could never" he pressed another kiss on your mouth, making you laugh.

"Okay, I understand" you could barely talk as he still had his mouth on yours. He pulled you closer and rested his head on your shoulder.

"You are amazing" he murmured into the fabric of your clothes.

"Flattery will get you nowhere, James" you were glad he couldn't see your face as it was coated in a red blush.

"I'm just saying the truth" he pressed his lips to your cheek.

"I probably should get inside, before we wake up my parents." you sucked in your lips try to hide your smile.

"Maybe" he agreed, but made no move to let you go.

"You have to let me go for that to happen" you pulled away as much as you could.

"Then you shouldn't go" he teased, still holding you.

"I'll see you tomorrow, or today I should say" you reassured him and he let go at that. You straightened your clothes as he watched you. Looking up at him the softness in his eyes almost made you say 'fuck it' and spend the rest of the night with him, but you held yourself back. He turned and walked down the stairs, but suddenly ran buck up to you to press one more long kiss on your soft lips. You couldn't help, but let a smile break out on your lips as he pulled away to look into your eyes once more.

He was already out on the street when you remembered something.

"Hey, pretty boy!" you called after him once more, making him turn around with a big smile on his face from the nickname. "Good night" you bit your lip, trying to hide your own smile, but failing miserably.

"Good night to you too, doll" he playfully bowed down a little, making you let out a laugh.

If someone saw you that night, under the moonlight, they would have seen two people completely in love with one another, laughing, being happy that they finally found their missing piece that was in front of them the whole time. Eyes shining like the stars above them as they watched each other, only the moon being witness of their intimate moment.

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